200, the female killer bites

The train started again, and the flute clattered away from the station, and from the inside out, the station where it stopped was shabby, but very clean and tidy. Several columns supported the platform, the walls were painted with colorful graffiti, obscuring the original color of the walls, and several passengers dragged their luggage and disappeared from Mo Lei's sight as the train moved.

Raising his hand and wiping the corners of his eyes, Mo Lei looked at the watch in his hand and was surprised, he had slept for more than four hours, and it was now 11 o'clock in the evening. He looked at the passengers in the carriage, they had all recovered from Mo Lei's screams just now, most of them were drowsy, and the two young people sitting on the opposite side of the passage were listening to music with headphones, probably feeling Mo Lei's gaze, so they raised their heads and looked at each other, their eyes were not good.

Avoiding the other party's gaze, Mo Lei still felt a little uncomfortable on his face. He apologized for letting the lady in the seat next to him give way, and walked sideways out of the seat with his handbag. Because of the two layers of coarse cloth tied around his waist, his figure looked slightly bloated, and he walked slowly, the little boy in the seat stood up very politely and walked into the aisle, waiting for Mo Lei to come out before sitting back.

"Thank you, lad!" Mo Lei grunted. He was a little worried about whether it was Chinese or some other language that he had just shouted in his dream. It seems that some special people will carry a piece of wood when they sleep in order to avoid revealing secrets. This claim is credible.

The toilet in the front direction of the car has a green light outside, but it is far from the location. Through the oval window at the junction of the carriages at the back, three stout men can be seen smoking. Mo Lei thought about it, but still chose the direction of the front of the car. He tucked the bag between his left arm and chest, put his right hand on the bottom of the handbag, and walked towards the bathroom with his head down. When he came out of the bathroom, he found that the three men standing at the junction of the carriages at the other end were gone, and he didn't think much of it, and walked back to his seat to sleep again.

In the dream, I repeat all kinds of scenes that I have experienced.

When he woke up sweating profusely, he looked around at the dark carriage. At the end of the carriage, a green light in the toilet shrouded a small area in a faint green light. He looked at the empty side, and the mother and son didn't know when they had gotten out of the car.

I pressed the luminous button on my watch, and it was already 1:07 a.m. Mo Lei stretched his hands and feet, only to find that his right hand was in the handbag on the right side, and he was tightly squeezing the handle of the gun. The carriage was very quiet, and the air in the confined space was not circulated, and Mo Lei, who had slept enough at the moment, smelled all kinds of pungent smells.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Lei regretted it, after all, this was not a cruel environment, and this dizzying aura made him want to take a breath of fresh air. He remembered that he could smoke at the junction of the carriages, and although there was a smell of smoke, there must also be an exhaust system, so he tucked his bag under his armpit and walked slowly out of the aisle towards the rear.

On the speeding train at midnight, the woman appeared very suddenly, and when she walked out from behind Mo Lei, Mo Lei was alert. He was under the impression that women, although they also had agents and military personnel, were rarely associated with violence. The female killer ridiculed in the movie is just a story to attract women. But after the Barranquilla incident, he began to rethink this question.

Unlikely, could it be that one of them saw himself in disguise at the station? Remember your physical features?

The woman wore a dark brown coat and a soft-brimmed hat, and her unpowdered face looked very haggard, and the aisle at the junction was still lit, but it was also very dim. She walked up to Mo Lei and raised her hand to indicate the cigarette in her hand, "Honey, borrow a fire?" ”

"Sorry, I don't smoke." Mo Lei's voice was hoarse and low, deliberately pretending to have a problem with his throat in order to hide his Spanish accent.

"Oh......." The woman's voice was long, full of disappointment, but she quickly found the topic and talked to the somewhat timid middle-aged man.

"It's stuffy, and there's still a couple of hours."

"yes." The man's voice seemed to come from between his noses.

"You know, I enjoy riding the train, where you see all kinds of people and strange things. You're going to guess, huh? What does that woman do? Hey? Why did that man have sadness on his face? Is he unemployed or out of love? Oh, and there is a middle-aged man, who is looking out the window with some reluctance, for what is ...... leaving his hometown! ”

The woman spoke in a bright and hearty tone, as if she were singing "Ode to Joy" in a choir. But the man in front of her really didn't have any interest in talking, just kept nodding his head and coping.

"You know, I'm actually a writer." The woman suddenly lowered her voice and told Mo Lei mysteriously.

Mo Lei just wanted to praise it, but he saw the carriage door being pushed open again, and a man in the conductor's uniform walked out of the VIP car, probably resting from the front to the back. He lifted his somewhat puffy eyes and looked at the man and woman standing at the junction. The female writer hurriedly raised the cigarette in her hand, "Hi, knight, borrow a fire?" ”

The conductor hesitated, reached out and took out the lighter from his pocket, and wanted to hand it to the female writer, but he could hand it to the general, and he might feel that it was not polite, so he simply pressed the flame and came to the front of the female writer, and Mo Lei was also very close to his body.

Mo Lei saw the handle of the gun exposed from the conductor's waist. Before he could react, the conductor suddenly let go of the lighter in his hand, stretched out his hands forward, and grabbed Mo Lei's two arms, and the cigarette in the hand of the "female writer" next to him suddenly turned into a syringe, and the distance between her and Mo Lei was less than a meter, but the conductor was separated in the middle.

The conductor's hand was very strong, and he grabbed Mo Lei's forearm tightly, so that he could not take out his weapon. And the syringe in the woman's hand was close to Mo Lei's neck. Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Lei twisted to the left, pressing the strength of his whole body on the conductor's hand, the conductor involuntarily fell forward, Mo Lei dodged the syringe, and then turned sharply to the right, slamming the conductor's body on the train door, his left foot was pumped towards the woman like a whip, hitting the woman's knee, the woman rushed forward, but supported it with one hand on the door and did not fall to the ground, quickly turned around and pounced.

Letting go of the handbag and slamming sideways into the conductor with his shoulder, Mo Lei once again avoided the menacing female writer, and kicked his right leg in the crook of the woman's left foot. His right shoulder slammed into the conductor again, his right hand pulled hard from the inside, his elbow was pushed up, and after his right hand was released, he raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, and the second knuckle of his index finger slammed into the conductor's throat, and the fracture of the bone came through the touch. The conductor let go of his left hand, leaned his body against the door, covered his throat with one hand and inhaled with his mouth.

The woman almost fell, but she still held the syringe in her hand and turned around to pounce on Mo Lei. The liberated Mo Lei dodged to the left, punched the woman's right armpit with his right hand, and then passed the woman's arm with his left hand from the opponent's right armpit, and dragged his body sideways towards him, grabbed the syringe with his right hand, and inserted his backhand into the neck of the conductor who pounced again, and pushed the liquid of the syringe into it with his thumb.

The woman howled frantically, pulled out a dagger with her left hand and stabbed it straight over, Mo Lei let go of the dagger, lifted the woman up, and threw it against the wall. The woman's dagger also fell to the ground, but her attack was unexpected, she actually hugged Mo Lei and opened her mouth to bite, and her teeth bit Mo Lei's neck, which surprised Mo Lei and made her feel pain. The woman's mouth was wide, her scarlet lips opened like monsters, and her lower mouth was extremely poisonous, and her upper and lower jaws bit the side of his neck like iron pincers.

Mo Lei had to sway from side to side, but she didn't want to let go even if she died, the pain was unbearable, and the nameless fire in her heart rose. Mo Lei stretched out his left hand and pressed it against the woman's throat, his thumb clasped the cartilage around the throat, and pinched it down with the other four fingers at the same time, crushing the woman's trachea. She fell from Mo Lei's side, leaning limply against the wall.

Looking down at the woman's face, her eyes were wide open, her body was still twitching, but she had already lost her breath. It was only a few seconds to cut off the oxygen supply to the brain, and the woman was already incurable.

Bending down to pick up the handbag on the ground, Mo Lei took out a cleaned T-shirt from it and tore off a piece, folded it and pressed it on the wound, stopped the blood, half-knelt beside the female corpse, and began to search, but except for a small Beretta that was clinging to the root of the thigh, there was nothing else, of course, it was likely that there was something on the luggage rack, but even if there were, Mo Lei couldn't turn it out and check it.

But since they have guns, why don't they just shoot themselves? In such a narrow space, although there is a probability of failure, the probability of success is also very high.

While thinking about it, Mo Lei walked to the conductor's side again and squatted down, and the conductor had more things on his body: cigarettes, lighters, cash, blades, knives, pistols, magazines, ......

Wait a minute!

When Mo Lei searched the conductor's chest, Ruowu's heartbeat was telling him that this guy was not dead. He quickly reached out to probe the other party's pulse, then pulled out the syringe inserted in his neck, carefully sniffed it between his noses, and realized it.

These two guys are here to catch the mouth. You can get the results from the weapons on your body and the items you use to subdue yourself. It's a pity that the woman thought that she had killed the conductor, so she had to fight with herself, and finally ended up dead.

Mo Lei didn't feel any guilt, he was just about to wake up the conductor on the ground, when there was noise and footsteps in the VIP car. Although the fight just now was not long, the sound of hitting the train door and the woman's shouting must have reached the ears of the other passengers. They called the police.

Mo Lei hurriedly picked up his handbag and hurriedly walked to the next carriage.