"Clang......"

Trains ran on the tracks, and transportation was not so developed in this era, and it took at least a day and a night to get from Vegas to Washington.

Mo Ye sat on the soft seat, he wanted to find a comfortable position to sleep, but he couldn't sleep.

The clanging of the train under the seats and over the tracks seemed extra noisy;

Several passengers in the carriage who had not yet rested were discussing something in a whisper, and their eyes drifted over Mo Ye intentionally or unintentionally;

It was nearly midnight, and the wind leaking through the cracks in the windows seemed to be particularly biting......

In short, Mo Xie couldn't sleep, and he couldn't sleep inexplicably.

He closed his eyes, and he didn't feel sleepy.

"Something seems wrong......

Suddenly, such a thought came to the man's mind.

Yes, something does go wrong.

After going through so much, this man learned a truth:

Everything that happens in the quest world is under the control of the Holy Scriptures!

That is to say, everything he experienced in the mission world had elements arranged by the Holy Scriptures.

And after understanding the style of the "Holy Scripture" of 'killing people do not pay for their lives', Mo Xie really felt uncomfortable all over his body if he did not encounter mortal danger for a day.

To put it bluntly, if no one had shot Mo Ye in the head a few times that day, he wouldn't have dared to sleep at all.

Because he was afraid that those emergencies would be concentrated when he was asleep.

In that case, he'd really be a 'dead ball'.

But what threat lurks on this train?

Mo Xie had already scanned the entire train with his mental power, and even used his ability to evade the second ticket check on the train.

As far as he knew, there was not even a single person with a gun in the car, and the only sharp weapon was the knife and fork provided in the dining car.

Unless the car derailed halfway, otherwise, for Mo Ye, this journey would not even be in the slightest danger.

Being in a safe state for a whole day and night feels a little unreasonable to think about.

“Excuse_me.”

Unable to sleep, Mo Ye planned to take a walk and move his muscles, he sat by the window, so when he got up, he had to borrow from some travelers.

Although he is an English idiot, simple everyday language is still difficult to shake Moxie.

"Oh. ”

Standing in the aisle sandwiched between the seats on both sides, Mo Ye glanced at the situation in the carriage.

Most of the people had already fallen asleep, and the few people who had cast their eyes because of the movement that Mo Xie had just made had just made had a vague boredom on their faces.

"I go to the toilet. ”

Mo Xie said, and then seemed to show that he didn't deliberately make such a big move, he covered his stomach and ran in the direction of the back of the car.

In the old train, not every car has a toilet, like now, the closest toilet to Mo Ye is behind the next car.

"Bang dang!"

We trotted all the way to the toilet door, but there were already people here.

It's a matter of the front and back feet.

“Oh～shit!”

Mo Xie scolded, but he didn't really come to the toilet in the first place.

So he continued along the aisle in the carriage.

"Smack!"

Because the lights in the carriage were a little dim, and in order to 'save power', Mo Ye did not turn on the 'night vision mode', so when a box stopped in the middle of the road, Mo Ye was undoubtedly tripped.

"Oops......"

Losing his balance was only a matter of moments, and with Mo Xie's strength, he regained his balance in the next second.

But he also noticed the chest on the ground.

"What about the public morality that is good?"

Mo Xie scolded secretly and prepared to step over the box and continue walking.

However, just as he was about to leave, his gaze swept over something.

It was a newspaper that had been draped over the face of a passenger in a nearby seat, and it appeared to be a waste use to block out the light.

This should be today, oh, because it's probably past midnight by now, so, to be exact, this should already be yesterday's paper.

The news is a thing of the past.

However, Mo Ye was stunned after this hurried glance.

He didn't understand much English in the newspaper, but he saw two pictures in the newspaper.

The first picture is set in the background of the White House, and a politician with thinning hair is giving a speech.

The second image is a work – or a close-up.

"Trisk?!"

Mo Xie didn't focus on newspapers and the like when he scanned the car with his mental power before, and because of the setting of 'English idiot', this man is the type who has a headache when he looks at a large section of English.

No, he ignored the information.

And only now, because of a box that tripped him on the road, did he notice these details.

"Wow!"

Mo Xie felt extremely bad in his heart, and he directly grabbed the newspaper.

But it didn't work, because the English of the newspaper didn't know him, and he didn't know the foreign language.

"Damn, what's that going on?"

Mo Xie went crazy.

But now there is no one to translate for him.

“Hi!! what_are_your_doing？！”

The guy who was originally covered by the newspaper was awakened by Mo Ye's movements, and he shouted in a tone that mixed anger and surprise.

“Fu%^ck_you！”

Mo Xie didn't have time to explain anything, he directly threw the newspaper in the passenger's face.

The fact that the newspaper photo of Trisk appeared with the president's photo can only say one thing:

The Sentinels are about to be on display at the White House!

Mo Xie clearly remembered that there was only a one-day gap between the president's statement and the sentinels being exhibited!

In other words, tomorrow the Sentinel will officially appear in front of the world!

And Mo Xie knew very well what that meant.

"!"

He scolded loudly, and as if mocking Mo Ye's hindsight, the cold voice of the "Holy Scripture" sounded at the right time:

"Assign tasks: Arrive at the White House before 12 o'clock tomorrow, if you succeed, you will get 1000 points, and if you fail, you will deduct 1000 points. ”

“……”

Mo Xie understood why he couldn't sleep tonight.

"Phew!"

The man slammed straight into the wagon above his head.

"Along this road, rushed!"

The blue bar, which has begun to burn.

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PS: This volume has entered the final stage, and I haven't figured out where to go in the next mission world, so let's take it one step at a time......

Personally, I still prefer some domestic things, but you know......