Chapter 3: The Massacre of Men with Guns

At this time, Wang Ming had already passed through layers of 'checkpoints' to the train control room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind him lay dozens of corpses.

Wang Ming looked at the blood stains in his hands and said disdainfully; 'Don't you come and hit me if you don't have the strength?' Hey, dead, right? ’

Then he looked into the control room

There was only one middle-aged man in the control room who had not yet woken up.

Wang Ming smiled helplessly, his hands glowed with a faint green light, and he slapped directly on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man woke up from his coma in an instant and looked at Wang Ming with a cautious expression.

Wang Ming smiled helplessly, and then said; 'Drive the train to the station and I'll take care of the rest. ’

The middle-aged man nodded subconsciously and did so.

Wang Ming smiled and walked to the No. 1 carriage, and a faint red light flashed in his hand, and as the red light disappeared. A strange scene appeared in all the carriages. The bodies of countless masked men killed by Wang Ming and Qiu Ruyan disappeared.

Wang Ming took a deep breath and said; 'It's finally over, it's tiring to dispose of corpses, but why are there more corpses?' ’

After thinking about it, he smiled meaningfully, and rushed directly to the third car.

At this time, Qiu Ruyan looked at the unconscious people with a relaxed face, and said happily after seeing Wang Ming come back; 'You're back. ‘

'Yes. ‘

Although Wang Ming had already vaguely felt that those corpses were killed by the lovely girl in front of him, Wang Ming didn't ask. He never asks what others don't want to say.

As time passed, the train arrived at the first station in Yunhai City.

This matter passed quietly, without a trace.