As soon as the man danced the iron bump in his palm, all of a sudden, everyone just didn't dare to lean on the rhythm of coming forward.

Whew.

The iron bump in the man's palm is simply a waving tiger.

"Strategist, do you have any ideas?" Curtis looked at Zheng Xiaotian.

"It takes a certain amount of impact, and now we're all a meter smaller than him, and there's a wall behind him, so it's not easy to get around." Zheng Xiaotian said.

At the same time, after receiving Gilliam's whisper, Gilliam's little friend took off his clothes. He, clutching a dagger in his right hand, rushed over the large iron pillar.

Gray rushed to the fourth carriage in three or two clicks. At this moment, the object in the palm of the big man's hand happened to be wheeled towards his left side, and he stepped on the right wall to make a detour behind the big man. One hand wrapped around the big man's neck, and the other hand grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the big man's heart.

Poof, poof!

The first sound was piercing, and then the sound was agitation.

The big guy, dead thoroughly, fell to the ground with a bang.

Zheng Xiaotian saw the first dead man after the rebellion. Anyway, the goods that were cleaned up in front of them, although they may have been beaten to death with sticks, but Zheng Xiaotian didn't see them before they were killed. In front of me, it was a serious murder. Skillful, steady and ruthless. There is also conditioning in the moves, as if it is integrated with nature.

Zheng Xiaotianxin said that if he fought with this guy, he would probably have to untie the burden to be sure.

The big guy is done, everyone, and they come to the train prison. Here, for a variety of reasons, both the upper and lower classes are imprisoned.

At this point, there is only one purpose, the author of the train design drawing, Nangong, who participated in the manufacture of this train.

Curtis had a note from a mysterious man, and he knew exactly which ice grid he was holding in.

Prisons are divided into two forms, one is an iron fence that can be breathable and can howl, and the other is a closed cold field greenhouse. In it, the people who are being held are all high-class. They don't feel pain or hunger. Just sleeping, and when you are let out, you are waking up. And the lower-class people are held in an iron cage, like a dog, in which they can't stretch their legs, and people can't stand, so they sit cross-legged like this, and it's uncomfortable for Sensei to be uncomfortable.

I heard a bang, and the ice grid was pulled out. Nangong, who had the face of such a stick country, appeared in front of everyone. Otherwise, how can you say that the country of sticks is the country opened up by a certain emperor of the Celestial Empire. This bloodline, this IQ, is actually qualified to participate in the design of the safety train of the Mi Guoyan. In the whole car, I'm afraid there is only such a Han Guoyan.

"This guy slept soundly." Zheng Xiaotian shook his head and said.

"Who's to say it isn't." Curtis took out Cologne from his body, and the car was replaced by a hallucinogenic drug.

The reason why Nangong is frozen here is also because of this. It's just that in the carriage of the upper class, how many people smoke this, everyone is above board, but on the contrary, Nangong was imprisoned. With Zheng Xiaotian's brain, suddenly, there was no doubt, is the main reason why this guy was locked up was to save them?

Curtis held the cologne under the tip of the other's nose and shook it for a moment.

Suddenly, Nangong opened his eyes and sat up. His expression was still a little blank.

"Are you Nangong? Security experts? Did you do the interior decoration of the train? Curtis looked at Nangong and asked.

Nangong, as always, looked at Curtis with a blank expression. It feels like expressing a saying, Lao Zi is sleepwalking, Lao Zi is sleepwalking, I can't see you, I can't see you.

"I'm telling you, it's obviously just not waking up!" Zheng Xiaotian said, his right fist clenched, and suddenly a fist smashed on Nangong's forehead.

Bang!

Nangong's head hit the steel plate behind him. He was in pain, he was covering his head with both hands, and he was almost howling.

"Dude, are you awake?" Zheng Xiaotian looked at Nangong and asked.

Curtis was stunned. They still have to ask each other, this time it's good, Zheng Xiaotian is directly a rhythm that doesn't say hello to the black hand. What if this Nima offends and doesn't help? Afterwards, he asked Zheng Xiaotian about this question, and at that time, Zheng Xiaotian's answer was that people are afraid of fighting, it only depends on whether you fight hard or not, if you fight hard, if you are afraid, then it must be help, and there is no need to discuss the rhythm of not talking.

"Bichi!" Nangong clenched his right fist and immediately returned fire towards Zheng Xiaotian.

Zheng Xiaotian raised his right foot and kicked towards Nangong's body with one kick.

Bang! Bang!

hit, and, Nangong hit the steel plate behind him again.

"Su Po Bi Chi." Nangong snorted and was furious.

Bang, bang, bang!

Zheng Xiaotian's attack swept over Nangong with one punch. He had an idea in his heart, anyway, if he crossed the guard, the other party could still have a chicken feather human right. Take-out, still so arrogant. Then it is simply a good teaching and teaching to the other party, so that the other party knows what a rhythm of humility is.

"Alright, alright!" Curtis hurriedly hugged Zheng Xiaotian's waist with both hands, and dragged the other party towards the rear little by little!

This does not hinder Nangong from fighting back. This does not prevent Zheng Xiaotian's legs from moving freely. Nangong rushed up and was immediately kicked by Zheng Xiaotian. Those few blows, all of them were kicked towards the root of life!

Nangong was furious, he took a sound converter from the side, and then, on his neck, shouted: "You guys Bichi, why don't you ask me, right?" You're having fun with me just to beat me, aren't you? ”

"Mr. Nangong, we have something to ask you for." Curtis Road.

"Before begging me, this comparison, first of all, you have to kneel down and apologize to me." Nangong pointed at Zheng Xiaotian.

"Curtis, let go!" Zheng Xiaotian's tone and attitude were very flat.

"Will you apologize for letting go?" Curtis was not ready to expect Zheng Xiaotian to kneel, but he still counted on an apology.

"Well, I'll apologize." Zheng Xiaotian nodded.

At this moment, Nangong's mood calmed down a little.

Curtis, let go of Zheng Xiaotian.

Zheng Xiaotian immediately rushed to Nangong and pushed up with one knee towards the other party's lower abdomen. The fingers of both hands were crossed and clenched, smashing into Nangong's cheek, and the punches and kicks followed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zheng Xiaotian is snort and said.

Curtis, covering his cheek with his right hand, felt that this was a mess, and it was not going to end well.