"Phew, that should do it, right?" Feng Xue wiped away non-existent beads of sweat, squeezing a bunch of tiny separate pieces into one mass—gum, electronic watch cores, electrode needles, wires, and the like. If one couldn't directly identify the materials, who would have thought these things could be put together to make a bomb?
"But to speak of it, the yield isn't really that big..." Holding three packs of gum, Feng Xue shook his head. Although it wasn't large, it was still possible to blow up one or two train carriages and paralyze the whole train.
After safely packing away these dangerous items, Feng Xue rearranged his previously packed luggage back to its original spot, and swept his gaze once more to make sure nothing was left behind. Then he turned and walked toward the rear carriages.
Although he had eliminated one problem, he didn't believe it was the only danger on the train. Not to mention anything else, the man selling bullets at the station was a significant risk.
