"Are you sure it won't be delayed?" Pang Meiqin sat in the office, sipping coffee. She saw the employee return drenched in sweat and asked politely.
"Yes, it'll arrive at the station in twenty minutes. The ticket inspection has already started!" The employee, eager to please, had pocketed two hundred pounds.
"Thank you. I guess it's time for me to go!" Pang Meiqin walked to the door, took the suitcase handed over by the employee, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.
The employee felt a sense of loss. He thought this Chinese woman had an extraordinary bearing. Too bad he would never see her again. If he'd known the suitcase he touched just now contained a bomb, he definitely wouldn't have thought so.
Walking toward the ticket inspection, Pang Meiqin discreetly placed bundles made of newspaper in unnoticed places—trash bins, wall corners, under benches. Inside these bundles lay bombs.
In the industrial era, newsboys were everywhere. Pang Meiqin casually called one over.
