Meng Chen always pays attention to the movement of the train, and he is not as optimistic as Ishida Shuo. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info train no longer followed them closely, but it still held them in a different form - it was moving parallel to the sports car.

Viewed from the side, the train has become a wall, a wall that moves continuously and at high speed. The oppressive feeling created by the gray walls is no less than the fear that strikes from the front.

"What is it going to do?"

Meng Chen's hand holding the steering wheel was already trembling slightly, and he found that every time he twisted the steering wheel, he wanted to avoid the train a little farther away. The train would get a little closer at the same angle, and each turn would be not too far away, and it would maintain a steady distance from him.

"What the hell does it want?" The strong sense of oppression made Meng Chen constantly try to stay away from it, and the train was like an appendage of bones, coldly, pressing him steadily.

Slowly, Ishida Shuo also realized the seriousness of the problem, and he stopped yelling uncontrollably, and he stopped slapping the car body continuously. Instead, he poked his head into the window and asked, "What's going on?" Why can't you hide from it? ”

"It's mimicking me......"

At this point, Meng Chen paused suddenly, because he had noticed an even more terrifying change—the train began to take the initiative to press on him.

This time it was the train that was pressuring him to adjust his direction!

"Was it actively adjusting its direction just now?" Ishida stared at the train with wide eyes, his breathing was terrifyingly heavy.

"Yes! It's forcing me to turn! Meng Chen shouted, pushing the gear lever to the highest gear and slamming the accelerator to the floor again. The car seemed to fly up on the undulating grass.

At the end of the horizon there are two walls of yellow sand, and there is a gap in the middle of the yellow sand wall, and this gap is closing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The conspiracy of the train was already evident by this time.

Meng Chen aimed at this gap and drove quickly.

The huge gray train, stirring up yellow dust, is like countless heavenly soldiers and generals, and it is rapidly closing around. The tiny sports car is like a mouse under a giant python, lonely, helpless, embarrassed, and in danger......

The continuous high-pitched roar of the sports car's engine could not hide the momentum of the train like two armies encircled by an iron wall. When the last void is filled by yellow sand. Meng Chen and Ishida Shuo's light of hope was also completely extinguished.

The gray train formed a real siege, its tall, cold body turned into a steel wall that trapped the two men, and the breath of death and tyranny overflowed from the carriages.

Suddenly, all the carriages suddenly exploded on the side towards Meng Chen and Ishida Shuo! Countless people poured out of the carriage, all kinds of people!

The crowd was surging......

Meng Chen dared to stop. He gritted his teeth and stomped the accelerator to the floor, plunging into the crowd. There was a "knock, knock" sound from the body of the car like a drum. These people either had hideous expressions or dull faces, but they all stood in front of the car without hesitation, and blood and stumps were poured into the car.

"To stay alive! Rush ah......"

Meng Chen used these words to constantly stimulate himself, otherwise he would not dare to continue on a rampage. Except for the madman, no one can crush the crowd in cold blood and without scruples like a butcher. Meng Chen can only promote his strong-willed specialty to the extreme to ensure that he will not fall into the devil.

"What's going on with these people?" Ishida's Shuo asked loudly.

"It's Daum's subconscious defender. He's a Dream Thief who has gone through brutal combat, and his defenders are too strong! ”

"Hahaha...... Whatever they are. It's all phantoms, it's all fake! Ishida Shuo began to laugh insolently again, "Nagashima, forward, forward......"

He uses this unique method to relieve psychological pressure. At this time, Ishida Shuo turned into a vehicle-mounted turret again, and the long knife rolled up a sea of blood in his hand. Patches of people dissolved into nothingness between the probing and closing of the long knife, returning to the origin of the dream.

Meng Chen no longer knew how many laps he had driven close to the train. All I know is that the crowd never stops rushing out of the carriages. Ishida was too tired to scream, and he himself was numb.

After a violent shudder, the engine made a dull explosion and a puff of smoke poured out from under the hood and into the cab.

Meng Chen coughed as he stumbled out of the cab. The sports car behind him was instantly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Daum! Meng Chen was shocked. After a brief hesitation, an overwhelming number of people flocked to it.

"Kill me!" Ishida's voice rang out on the other side. His long knife came into play at this time. The broadsword turned into a propeller and spun in circles around the body. This ability to kill people with face damage prevents anyone within 5 steps of him from getting close. All of a sudden, there were signs of breaking free from the oppression.

But the fear of death, or the fact that there is no life or death at all, keeps these defenders moving forward without stopping. At first, it was just from the ground up, and then the people at the back began to use the people in front of them as a ladder and pounced on Ishida. Ishida's long knife danced into a silver-white ball of light.

From a distance, a spectacle appeared - the defenders formed a hemispherical human wall around Ishida Shuo. As soon as anyone touches this wall, they will either have a different head or a broken arm or foot.

It's a pity that this hemispherical human wall can still hold on to 5 steps away at first, and slowly its radius is gradually shrinking. Ishida can't hold out for long......

"Nagashima ......," Ishida Shuo's shout seemed like a desperate struggle from the bottom of his heart.

But Meng Chen's situation is even more unbearable than Ishida Shuo. Triple the strength of ordinary people, and the technical ability of matrix agents, are more convenient for fighting alone. And the devouring skill is too late to play in the face of crowd tactics. Meng Chen's determined nature can also guarantee that he can create something outside of his subconscious at this time. For example, now Meng Chen created a machine gun out of thin air and strafed the crowd in front of him. Flakes of defenders fell like wheat harvests.

Meng Chen was trying to get close to Ishida Shuo, but the pressure on Meng Chen from the surging crowd was a direct violation on the spiritual level. Meng Chen felt that every defender he killed turned into a spiritual shockwave, constantly hitting his fragile nerves.

This pressure is reflected directly on everything under his control in the dream. The gun in his hand began to get hot, the rate of fire became slower and slower, and the power of the bullet became smaller and smaller......

"Am I going to hold on?" Meng Chen raised his head and looked around. Ishida's circle of defense had shrunk to less than 2 steps, and several defenders poured into the car of the sports car, and Daum was pulled into the distance by them.

"Leave him!" Meng Chen yelled. But the mental trauma made it impossible for him to hold the machine gun any longer. The lack of assistance from ranged weapons caused the defenders to rush to his side in an instant.

Straight punches, whip legs, Meng Chen repeated the simplest movements, and he didn't know how many defenders were knocked away by him.

But he felt that no matter how hard he tried, there would always be enemies around him......