The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 134 Fierce Gunfight, Lianfeng's Headache
Rui Mengmeng received her salary, changed out of her work clothes, and left the coffee shop dejectedly.

"I thought you'd give that girl a sum of money, make her grateful to you, and then let you do whatever you want with her," Yan teased.

“She just comes from a poor family, not that she can’t make ends meet. Besides, she’s not an ordinary person, and her living conditions should improve soon. Why should I rush to give her money?” Meng Huaifeng said.

"You knew she wasn't an ordinary person, yet you still helped her. Wasn't it just to get the young girl's attention?"

“Look at March and Ah Xing before you say that. No matter who is in this situation, I will help. Her ability has obviously just awakened, and she herself is not even aware of it.”

"That's hard to say. Wildflowers always smell sweeter than garden flowers, especially when they're garden flowers that you can't even have," Yan said, winking.

"Are you really an angel? Your head is full of nonsense. It's a waste of your talent to be an angel. Are you sure you're not a succubus?" Meng Huaifeng asked doubtfully.

"Don't compare me to those filthy demons. My sister is a holy angel," Yan said, somewhat displeased.

"I didn't see anything sacred about it at all," Meng Huaifeng said, pursing his lips.

"Hmph, to avoid making you feel ashamed, I've restrained my demeanor. But when you face evil, you'll know what holiness truly means," Yan said.

Meng Huaifeng went to pay the bill, but in a moment of excitement on March 7th, he lost control of his strength and broke a table and four coffee cups, paying the shop owner several hundred yuan in compensation.

After leaving the coffee shop, March 7 and Xing went shopping in the nearby mall.

On March 7th, I bought a bunch of exquisite but useless little ornaments and plush toys.

They couldn't carry all the bags and packages, so they simply handed them to Meng Huaifeng.

When no one was paying attention, Meng Huaifeng subtly interfered with the cameras in the mall and gradually placed them into the space.

However, the speed was not as fast as the speed at which he was given a new bag on March 7th.

Xing wasn't very interested in decorations or plush toys outside of the trash can; her hobbies were more like those of a tomboy.

Xing bought a toy gun outright, opened the packaging, and assembled it immediately.

"biu!"

A rubber bullet struck Meng Huaifeng on the forehead as revenge for him withholding seven hundred yuan of her allowance.

Meng Huaifeng's forehead veins throbbed. If he weren't carrying so many bags and packages for March 7th, he would have definitely shown Xing what he was made of.

Who is the ultimate gunslinger?
Seeing that Meng Huaifeng was powerless to resist, Xing Bian intensified his actions.

"biubiubiu~"

Rubber bullets rained down on Meng Huaifeng.

"Uncle Yang, I'm counting on you!" Meng Huaifeng stuffed all the things into Walter's arms.

Meng Huaifeng then rushed into the toy store.

"Boss, bring me your store's most powerful gun."

"Vulcan Gatling gun, continuous firing without reloading, can hold two hundred water beads at once." The shopkeeper took out a toy gun that was more than a meter long.

"Give me two rounds, and another twenty bottles of ammo," Meng Huaifeng said without hesitation.

"Alright! This is 1700 RMB, and I'll throw in six bottles of Water Babies for you!" The shopkeeper was overjoyed and even helped Meng Huaifeng open the packaging, add water to the Water Babies, and install them on the gun.

Meng Huaifeng wielded two weapons, a Vulcan Gatling gun in each hand, facing the stars.

"Ah Xing, are you ready?" Meng Huaifeng sneered.

Xing glanced at the small rifle in his hand that could only fire one rubber bullet at a time, and then at the exaggerated and imposing Gatling gun in Meng Huaifeng's hand.

"Huaifeng, I was just kidding with you, don't take it seriously. I'm sorry, I was wrong." Xing chuckled dryly, throwing away the rifle in his hand to indicate his surrender.

"Sorry? Too late. Go talk to my Gatling gun!"

Meng Huaifeng pulled the trigger, and water bullets shot one after another from the gun muzzle at Xing, causing him to run away with his head in his hands.

"Wow, help! That's cheating, it's not fair! Give me a weapon if you dare!" Xing shouted under Meng Huaifeng's fierce attack.

"Have you forgotten how you won unfairly just now?" Meng Huaifeng pressed on relentlessly.

"March, save me!" Xing ran towards March 7th.

"Ah Xing, don't come any closer!" March 7 exclaimed in alarm.

"Childish." Yan crossed her arms and said with a slight smirk.

Xing ran past Yan, and most of Meng Huaifeng's bullets hit Xing, while a small portion of them were dodged by Shui Baobao and hit Yan.

The water droplets felt cool on my skin, causing it to slightly sink in and bounce off onto the ground.

Yan could still maintain a smile the first time, but when Xing passed by a second time, Yan's face was expressionless. When she was caught in the crossfire a third time, Yan's expression turned completely gloomy.

"Boss, give me two of those guns, and some ammo too." Yan paid the money directly.

"okay!"

Not long after, Yan rushed out wielding two Gatling guns.

The intense gunfight attracted the attention of countless tourists, and children cried and begged to buy toy guns, much to the delight of the toy store owner.

However, ten minutes later...

Under the watchful eyes of the security guard, Meng Huaifeng, Xing, Sanyueqi, and Yan received brooms and mops and began cleaning up the water droplets that had flown off and scattered all over the place.

"You can't play around or run wildly in public places. What if you bump into or injure someone? Especially since you're playing such an intense gunfight! If you want to play, go home. You can't treat public places like shopping malls as places for you to play around. Do you know how dangerous that is?" The security guard lectured incessantly.

"I understand," the three little ones said weakly.

"Why should I, a dignified angel, have to clean with you?" Yan looked unwilling, but she believed that angels were the symbol of all goodness, and how could she be inferior to the train crew in terms of moral character?
So seeing the three of them diligently cleaning, Yan had no choice but to follow along.

"Because you shot a third of these shots," Meng Huaifeng said. Because of Yan's intervention and mid-game reloading, Xing finally found an opportunity to take out two Gatling guns as well, and Meng Huaifeng was completely at a disadvantage in the second half.

"I'm the one who's been wronged the most. I didn't do anything, but I have to stay here and clean up with you all," March 7 said, sounding aggrieved.

“Danheng and you probably thought the same way before,” Xing said.

"Alright, so this is finally my retribution?" March 7th sighed and resigned herself to her fate, remembering how she had caused trouble and dragged Danheng down in the past.

Walter, carrying large and small bags, stood by the railing, watching the sea of ​​people below with great interest, as if he didn't know them at all.

The four of them finally managed to clean up the water droplets that were scattered everywhere.

Walter then came over and got to know everyone again.

"It's getting late, we should find a place to stay." "Should we stay in a hotel?" March 7th asked.

"We'll be staying for almost half a year this time, so why don't we rent a villa?" Meng Huaifeng suggested.

On a planet, there are basically no geographical limitations for them; if they go all out, they can circle the planet in a short time.

"Do we have enough money now? Should we sell some more gold?" March 7th asked, tilting his head.

"Don't worry, that's enough. As soon as I landed this morning, I took on several post-production special effects jobs for movies and games online, and the money has already been deposited into my account," Meng Huaifeng said.

For Meng Huaifeng, creating special effects was easy, but it took time for the other party to accept and approve the work before paying him. That's why he sold a piece of gold to get some money to use first.

Meng Huaifeng stood there for a moment, then said, "I've found a villa that's reasonably priced, has a nice view, and is well-decorated. I've already contacted the owner, and he said he doesn't want to rent his villa to shady people. He'll only rent it to us if we satisfy him, and we can sign the contract and move in immediately. Let's go meet the landlord."

March 7th stared blankly at Meng Huaifeng.

"What's wrong, March?" Meng Huaifeng asked curiously, touching his face. Could there be something on his face?

"No, it's just that I suddenly realized you've become as mature and reliable as Danheng, and even more versatile than Teacher Danheng!" March 7 shook his head slightly, somewhat emotionally.

Meng Huaifeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly recalled that he was hit by a train on his first day after transmigrating. At that time, he didn't understand anything. Unconsciously, two and a half years have passed. Time flies.

"I think we should remove 'mature'," Xing suggested, knowing that Dan Heng wouldn't retaliate after she hit him with a toy gun.

Meng Huaifeng rolled his eyes at Xing: "Thank you for the compliment, Sanyue. I'm still far behind Dan Heng, at least in terms of strength. I still need your protection, Sanyue."

"Not bad, we are growing too!" March 7th puffed out his chest.

I called a car and arrived at the location of the villa, where the homeowner had been waiting for a long time.

The landlord was a kind old man in his sixties. Seeing that the train crew members were all dignified and had an extraordinary presence, he decided to rent the house to them after a brief conversation.

……

Military base.

Lianfeng kept checking the list of outsiders who had entered Juxia City today, which had been selected by her subordinates.

Meng Huaifeng's image was clearly visible on the screen.

"Meng Huaifeng, 20 years old, native of Mengyang Village, Juxia City. He went abroad with his uncle when he was 6 years old and studied at... He is good at... After the sky appeared to be empty, he felt that foreign countries were not safe. He persuaded his uncle Walter Yang and his childhood sweetheart March 7th to return to China and, by the way, to have his sister Xing Hejing, who is not very smart, checked. "Meng Huaifeng, 20 years old, native of Mengyang Village, Juxia City. He also asked his sister Xing Hejing, who is not very smart, to have her brain checked?"

My hand slipped, and the next picture of Walter appeared.

"Walter Yang, whose ancestral home is Mengyang Village, Juxia City, was originally named Yang Chaoyue. After going abroad, he adopted the foreign name Walter in order to integrate into the international community..."

"March 7th, eighteen years old, Walter Yang's neighbor abroad. Her parents were shot dead in a gang shootout. Fortunately, Walter Yang adopted her, and she grew up with Meng Huaifeng. They were childhood sweethearts..."

"Xing Hejing, eighteen years old, is a little girl that Walter Yang found in a trash can abroad and adopted. Even though she doesn't lack food or water, she still often rummages through trash cans to pick up garbage. Repeated attempts to correct and educate her have failed, and it is preliminarily suspected that she has some mental issues..."

The file information is not very detailed, but considering that they have been abroad, it is normal. This information should have been collected and supplemented after they applied to return to China.

Continue examining the other people; their files contain detailed records.

"This is troublesome. Did they not enter Juxia City, or did they forge the documents?" Lianfeng rubbed her forehead.

Documents can be forged, but interpersonal relationships are much harder to fake.

Do we have to send people to verify them one by one?
Domestic people are manageable, but there are quite a few coming from abroad, and that's where the trouble lies.

"Since they haven't caused any trouble, they might not be some interstellar villains." Lianfeng could only comfort herself with this thought, while arranging for people to pay closer attention to these people and slowly verify and investigate.

Meanwhile, countless men in black are approaching people across the country who have displayed special abilities or are on a list, deceiving and swindling them into joining some kind of super god academy.

"Mr. Walter, how about we have a friendly spar?"

Having already found a place to stay, Yan suggested again.

"Uncle Yang, let me do it." Meng Huaifeng volunteered. If Yan hadn't been there, Meng Huaifeng would have added, "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

"Kid, are you looking down on your older sister? I am Queen Keisha's left-wing bodyguard, and I am one of the best in the Angel Civilization." Yan thought he was unaware of her power, so she introduced her.

“I know, you said yourself that you’re just an outstanding one, not the strongest. Uncle Yang is the combat power of our train crew. It would be bullying the weak if he fought you. Let me do it.” Meng Huaifeng said.

Bullying the weak? Do you know I'm over seven thousand years old?
Yan only thought about it but didn't say it out loud. The words Xiao Sanyue said to Walter that he was so old remained in her heart forever.

Yan looked at Walter, asking him to make a statement.

Walter really didn't want to bully the weak, so he said tactfully, "Huaifeng is not weak either. Anyway, it's just a friendly spar to see what different universes are like. It's just right to have Huaifeng come."

Just right? Does that mean if you were to take action yourself, you'd be finished before you even had a chance to use many of your methods?
Yan felt that she, no, that the angelic civilization, had been underestimated.

"Kid, if you can't hold on any longer, just call me 'good sister,' and I'll stop. Got it?" Yan was determined to show Meng Huaifeng how powerful she was, but she didn't forget to tease him a little.

Oh, and he also said that he doesn't seem to have any holiness about him, so he should just adopt the attitude of fighting against evil.

I hope I won't scare him. Yan thought with a wicked smile.

“You probably can’t hear me anymore. How about we go fight it on the far side of the moon?” Meng Huaifeng asked.

"Come on, let's see who gets there first."

Yan unfurled angel wings and vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.

"Map teleportation".

After traversing several more worlds, Meng Huaifeng went even further on his path of exploration, and with two teleportations, he brought the others to the far side of the moon.

"Sister Yan, you're a bit slow," Meng Huaifeng said to Yan, who was falling through the air.

Yan's expression turned serious. He had arrived before him with three people, and he hadn't sensed that Yan had overtaken him along the way. Was it a teleportation method?
However, the lack of detected wormhole fluctuations raises the question: is the unknown universe using a different method of teleportation than wormhole transport technology?

“Since this is a friendly sparring match, and the Eye of Insight is one of my combat techniques, it wouldn’t be considered impolite of me to probe your information as well, would it?” Yan asked with a smile.

“Of course, if you can do it, but since you’ve already used it, I won’t be polite,” Meng Huaifeng said.

Meng Huaifeng's Heavenly Questioning Technique obtains information from the information stored in all things in the world. This information may be hidden, altered, deleted, or added. For example, when Silver Wolf was dealing with Beloberg, he gave him false information.

The angel's Eye of Insight obtains information from the so-called dark dimension, and it can also be hidden, altered, deleted, or added. When Meng Huaifeng interrupted Yan's investigation earlier, it felt no different from usual.

Therefore, Meng Huaifeng suspects that what is called the Dark Dimension in this universe is actually an information storage network for all things in the world.

However, it's just a suspicion; whether it's true or not, we'll have to wait until he truly understands the Dark Dimension to be able to confirm it.

　I remember my theme was a relaxed and enjoyable train journey, not a rushed trip, a series of challenges, problems, and mission completion. People kept saying the world was bad, so I quickly skipped over it and rushed to finish. I feel like I went astray. I'll slow down the pace from now on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)