The pitch-black fortress train, the Mountain Ghost, is running at full power, running on the straight tracks, and the heavy locomotive can even crash headlong into the boulders that roll onto the railroad from the mudslide, and continue to move forward with a whining roar.

The entire body of the Mountain Ghost is wrapped in iron armor, leaving only a slender slit for passengers to take a look at the pitch-black forest outside.

The train, which can reach a maximum speed of 200 kilometers per hour, is like a moving fortress, and the whole body is equipped with dynamic sensors, and even a small bird landing on the car can be beaten to pieces by an automatic cannon.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of driving, or maybe I'm impatient to live. Zhang Lan stood on the top of the cliff, and when the train passed through the cave under him, he naturally took half a step forward, and his body fell freely, this feeling of flying like a bird was really cool, but it could only be cool for 2 seconds.

I saw Zhang Lan raise his hand to the sky, spraying a slender grappling hook from the back of the ripper, which just hung on the rock wall, and the bearing creaked and contracted, allowing Zhang Lan to fall smoothly on the top of the middle carriage.

In the dark cave, the four automatic cannons on the roof of the car were activated, and the red laser points were all aimed at Zhang Lan's body, but before he could fire, Zhang Lan snapped his fingers, and the energy supply of the entire carriage failed, and the guns were all retracted into their hatches.

The carriage was dark, and a bald man in the toilet panicked, and instinctively took out a miniature silencer submachine gun in his pocket, but when he saw the fault sign above his head, he continued to use the walkie-talkie with peace of mind.

"Boss, there is a little energy failure in the car I'm in, did you do it?" The bald head muttered quietly......

"How is that possible? It's not time yet! You keep an eye on me, this stall is done, and everyone will not worry about it for the rest of their lives! Hahaha! A lewd laugh came over the intercom.

The bald head wanted to laugh along, but when he turned his head sideways, he saw the gap in the steel plate of the car window, and there was a pair of eyes looking at him.

Before he could react, a big hole was torn out of the skin of the armored car, and he raised his bald head and wanted to shoot, and the scarlet mechanical fingertips flew up and flew up the slender ion vibration scalpel, and the knife fell, and the steel submachine gun was cut in half, and the bullets were scattered all over the ground.

"!" The bald head was also frightened, and at this time he dared to attack with a fist, Zhang Lan directly hit the fist, and the finger bones of the bald head were shattered.

If it weren't for the loud roar of the vehicles in the tunnel, the bald screams could even be heard from a mile away.

"Friend, you're on the wrong bus." Grabbing the bald head, Zhang Lan slammed him into the disguise mirror on the washstand, the mirror suddenly shattered into spider webs, and blood flowed down the cracks, "Report your identity." ”

"Report your uncle!" The bald head still has a few proud bones.

"I thank you for my uncle." With a click, Zhang Lan broke the arrogant bones of the bald head like breaking a branch.

"! ! ! My boss won't let you go! You're going to die! "The bald head had snot and tears streaming down his eyes.

"Since you don't say it, then I'll talk to your boss." Zhang Lan sighed and shook his hand, and threw the bald head out of the hole where he had just entered, and was thrown out of a car traveling at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour in this kind of narrow tunnel, without thinking about it, the corpse would definitely become a dinner for wild dogs and wild cats.

After taking the remaining walkie-talkie from the bald head, as well as the wallet he accidentally dropped, Zhang Lan flipped through the documents and pressed the pronunciation button, "Friend, your Keke Xili Walaki just got out of the car?" What the hell is this name? ”

"Who are you?" The boss was on the other end of the intercom, his voice trembling.

"I'm a kind passenger, remind you, don't fight the idea of this trip, how about you get rich again if you change the shift? I don't want to make trouble. "Although Zhang Lan has already killed one of their accomplices.

"Do you know who you're talking to? Tell me to stop? Listen to the kid, I don't care which way you are, big brother, when I do things, you just squat honestly for me, don't look for trouble, and don't expect to inform others. Obedient, you can still live, if you are disobedient, this mountain ghost is the express to send you to the underworld. The boss warned through gritted teeth.

"I just crawled out of the underworld, and now I'm afraid of everything, and I'm really not afraid of death. If you don't come, you can live, you come, I will send you to see Lord Yama. After Zhang Lan finished speaking, she threw the walkie-talkie out of the window.

When the fortress train rushed out of the cave, Zhang Lan also came out of the toilet and broke the door lock, and a sign under maintenance was hung on the door.

Just as the technicians were about to repair the circuit, the power to the entire carriage was restored, and the train continued to move forward safely.

"Why the hell did I choose this carriage?" Standing in the carriage, Zhang Lan regretted coming to the wrong place.

Generally, the fortress train is divided into 12 carriages, 2 VIP carriages are located at the head, 2 escort soldiers and technicians are located at the rear, 2 second-class carriages, 3 freight carriages, and the remaining 3 are civilian carriages, which is the so-called station ticket area.

The whole ticket area is hot and humid, the air is full of foul smell, and the air conditioning is like nothing, but it can provide a little oxygen so that they don't suffocate in the carriage like piglets.

Zhang Lan squeezed to the edge of the iron car with great difficulty, and through the slender slit, he could breathe a little turbid air outside the car, and by the way, look at the shape of the body when turning.

Zhang Lan counted it again, and finally knew that she might have gotten on the wrong car. This train is not an ordinary fortress train, because it has a total of 13 carriages, and the extra one is just the presidential carriage added between the VIP cars behind the locomotive.

The fire control system is stronger throughout the carriage and is designed to entertain only one passenger.

This kind of presidential-level carriage is also only available at the president and vice president level within the group, and at the federal government level, it is at least equipped by one prince.

Obviously, this group of bandits who are bold and reckless, and even dare to hit the idea of the fortress train, are all rushing for this presidential carriage.

There are still 3 hours to go before they reach the end of this train, Xiaoyao City, and if they want to do it, they can only do it in the next 1 hour, 1 hour before they reach the end, because they have just left the territory of the Overlord Group and don't want to enter the reinforcement range of Xiaoyao City.

What Zhang Lan has to do now is, in the next hour, how to dispel the idea of making a fortune for this group of people? Of course, he can't choose to call the police, and he can't alert the guards in the car, after all, his own ass is not clean. The difficulty is more about how to find out all the men they buried in the car and destroy their plans.

But come to think of it, it's always easier than destroying the Overlord Group, right? I was immediately relieved......