Sasha suddenly looked up.

"How?"

"Helicopter."

"Probably close to the ski slopes," Brian said, "they have a helicopter business." ”

The red-painted helicopter with white stripes rose rapidly with a low roar, and in a few minutes it circled and landed on the top of a mountain stripped of its snow-covered coat, two men in dark green ski suits jumped down, and the people on the helicopter passed a folding wheelchair first, then a man wearing windproof goggles, wrapped in a scarf, wearing a black coat and a hat and gloves, and in the process of placing him in the wheelchair, the scarf fell off, revealing half of a mass of flesh that was almost melting, and the black hole in the mass of flesh sprayed white mist outward, Even the mercenaries, who had experienced all sorts of horrific scenes, couldn't help but pause for a moment—a second, or a second, and their patron didn't seem to notice or didn't care, he sat in a wheelchair, and the person behind him pushed the wheelchair to turn around, and put a military telescope in front of his eyes.

"Can you see it? Mr. Wharton. ”

"It's clear."

***

Martin jumped off the gondola and shook off his poles and skis at the same time, and he heard Jesse calling him, but he didn't respond. He had hesitated to bring Jesse with him, after all, it would be a big day, but it was not very common for a single man to appear on the slopes, of course he could go to a prostitute, but he never trusted those biaozi.

He brought Jesse. The dress was also normal, with no obscenities or ** patterns embellished on his shirt and pants. Wearing a black helmet, he was like an old fool who had been in boarding school for twenty years, and Catherine didn't recognize him, and neither did her little bastard—he was proud of his little tricks,

He took off his gray-plated red windshield goggles, helmet. A staff member tried to prevent him from entering the cable car room, and he was electrocuted. Seconds later, his colleagues were in the same situation.

Martin found the cable that kept the cable of the cable car's traction device running, and the current that burst out of him instantly burned the box that protected it, and its ferocious kind immediately flowed from the broken cable to his body, how much electricity would be needed for the big guy who could pull forty cable cars with a maximum load capacity of five hundred kilograms? Martin wasn't good at math, but he never thought too much about it, and he walked out of the computer room and put his hand on a rickety cable car under Jesse's horrified gaze, and countless hissing snakes climbed onto it. It surrounds it, and then reassembles into a dragon on the steel cable that pulls it.

***

A whipped whip with a blue-white glow and thunderclapped through, and the entire cable car seat was pumped high into the air.

Douglas could clearly hear Catherine's mournful screams. At first he was relieved, until he realized that he was in mid-air, and he fell thirty feet down, followed by a cable car filled with electric light.

He was hit, and electricity slammed into his body, biting at every piece of skin, every bone it could find. Every muscle, every gut, every nerve, every cell, flowed through every vessel, and then slipped away from the toes—his body was completely out of control, he couldn't see, he couldn't hear, his mind went blank.

He fell in the snow and broke his leg, and it would take a while to know that he was alive.

***

Mr. Lohr was thrown out of his seat by Beelzebub.

The electricity enveloped Beelzebub, he was deformed, he became so large that it even overflowed the seat, the electricity scorched his skin and muscles, emitting a foul stench that flowed through him, through the cable car, trying to descend in search of the next target.

Behind Beelzebub was Sasha.

He cried out in pain, his outstretched arm wrapped around the steel cable, and the current followed, and the arm tightened the steel cable, and the current burned, and the steel cable groaned no less than that of a human, and all the cable cars trembled.

***

The uncatchable killer swooped forward, just a few feet away from its most important target.

The steel cable breaks.

The cable car jerked up, the cable whizzing through the air, and the remaining electricity hit Sasha and Brian.

The gondola plunged into a snowdrift.

***

Martin snorted disapped.

His body was also in pain, I don't know if he often allowed high-voltage electricity to pass through his body, his body became more and more fragile, after the last action he found dendritic spots on his thighs and chest, it took many months to subside, which was unusual for a stranger, and it was not a good sign, and his ability seemed to be weakening, he could no longer send out that kind of ball lightning that could move freely, no matter how much current was stored before, After a few days, only a small 65-watt light bulb will be lit.

He had saved a little money before, after he met Jesse, but that money was too little for him, Jesse and their children lived comfortably for the rest of his life, so he was ready to do another vote to hide himself and Jesse in a warm and peaceful town, maybe after a while his ability will be restored, when Jesse is at home with the children, he goes out to work to earn money.

He walked out, hesitated as he passed his skis, it was too time-consuming, he didn't want his enemy to recover.

Jesse followed him closely.

"What do you want to do?"

"Kill." Martin said that he was almost on the verge of laughing, these were the people he wanted to kill the most, except for Anthony Brown. Hopkins, it's all here.

He first found Catherine, who was crushed under the cable car, embarrassed and seemingly unconscious, or dead. Her little lover was next to her, alive, with one leg bent unnaturally. Martin remembered that Catherine's little lover was a plant manipulator, but unfortunately the cable car trail was too clean, the pine forest was two miles away, and the snow under their feet was about a dozen feet, and the snow was hard rock formations underneath. He wisely distanced himself from them and looked around, there was nothing around that could trigger the current.

But he still has a gun.

Martin grinned as he pointed his gun at Catherine, "We've got to do it quickly, brother," he said to the air, "There are too many villains in the movies who are counterattacked by the protagonist Jedi for making a declaration of victory." ”

Jesse was still yelling, but Martin didn't care, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced Catherine's arm, and the pain prompted her to wake up.

Martin pouted, but it didn't matter, he had bullets.

***

Martin had a ring, a silver ring, worthless, and small, not like Martin's size, with the name engraved on it, "Dolores. Kent. At first, Jesse thought it was given to Martin by some ex-lover, and she was secretly jealous of it.

One day, she went to the police station's intranet and unexpectedly saw Dolores's name, she was still a little girl, and the report said that she had been killed by lightning strikes, and someone had sex with her after her death. She told herself that it wasn't Martin's doing, that he was just a little bad, a little nasty, and she looked up Dolores' date of death, and she relieved herself that Martin might be a bit perverted, but at least he didn't kill anyone.

Until today.

***

"Stop, Martin, or I'll shoot."

Martin looked back in surprise, and he saw Jesse, Jesse's voice was shaking, but the hand holding the mini-gun was steady, her nails embedded in the trigger.

"Please, Martin," said Jesse, feeling snow fill her throat, "Stop, Martin, or I'm going to shoot—you know this shot can kill people." ”

"Not really," Martin said contemptuously, "I gave it to you." ”

"Fuck off." He said, turning away.

Jesse fired, and the 2.34mm bullet was fired three times, and it went into Martin's neck without missing a minute.

She shuddered, her eyes dazed, as if she didn't know what she was doing, and the next second she aimed it at her mouth.

The remaining two bullets were given to herself by her.

***

Catherine gasped in pain.

Chills and confusion, she fell from thirty feet in the air, was hit by a cable car, was shot through her arm—and had to concentrate, use her abilities—a strand of grass that was only the thickness of a hair, almost transparent, whipped back in the snow, and a few minutes ago it had quietly been in Martin's girlfriend's ear, as a medium—Catherine received Jesse's emotions, and was surprised but lucky to find that the girl was actually a police officer, and great, Catherine fed back her emotions, Heightened by her hatred and disgust for Martin, she shoots and kills him.

"Go...... Look at it," she said to the people around her with difficulty, "Look at it, Sasha." ”

The people around her didn't say anything, and just as Catherine was anxiously trying to risk aggravating her injuries to give him a touch, there was a slight touch on her lips.

"Hopkins is fine," Boa. Douglas said gently, "It's you who have the problem, Catherine. ”

The fragile grass root burrowed into Catherine's nose, tickled, and then it penetrated the diaphragm and into Catherine's brain.

***

"A bunch of." Mr. Wharton said.

He took the remote control from the mercenary's hand and pressed the red button.

The explosives hidden under the snow exploded, cracks appeared in the snow, and the cracked snow began to slide downward, more and more, faster and faster, and when they tumbled down, it was like an unstoppable tide.

They rolled up the trees, wrapped themselves in the rocks, and swallowed up the cables, the cable cars, and the people at once.

Sasha opened his eyes, and he grabbed Brian just in time, and the cable car buckled upside down on them, the L-shaped seats, together with the back panel of the cable car, formed a small but precious space.

They were covered with hundreds of tons of snow. It's about 1,200 feet from where there is air.

(To be continued) (To be continued.) )

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"We all have radio beacons on us." Brian said.

"Then they need to find us and dig us out in eighteen minutes," Sasha said, "especially you, I might be able to hold on for a few more minutes, but definitely not more than half an hour, do you think they have the time and enough people to do this?" ”

"Look," Sasha continued, "sometimes privilege is not a good thing. ”