Red face is a curse, this sentence is not false at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Jin Ling got off the car more than 20 meters away from me, and was surrounded by three people in flowers. She originally wanted to walk past those people with her head down, but suddenly saw the appearance of the girls who had been **** next to her, and suddenly stopped in surprise. Those hooligans wanted to make a verbal tease, but when they saw her peerless face, they were immediately stunned, and the campaign materials in their hands were thrown to the ground.

I was anxious, but I couldn't show it on my face. Even though there were already a few people shouting at me behind me—it was the subtle moment when a big living person came out of thin air, and no one could ignore it—I walked forward slowly and unhurriedly, trying to get close to Jin Ling completely unnoticed. But a man in black in front of him suddenly took out a few photos, hurriedly identified them, and immediately shouted. Their group of black-clothed people all rushed in the direction of Jin Ling, apparently recognizing Jin Ling's identity and desperately trying to grab her; Huayizhong is not a fool, and he knows the truth of cutting down the other party. In addition, he intuitively thought that the man in black was going to take the initiative to "open the film", so he immediately pulled out the hidden weapons on his body and greeted him.

There are only thirty or forty "campaign workers" in this small subway station, and Hongxiang and Yasuo Naito are almost half each. There were less than twenty people on each side, and yet the brawl was even more tragic and bloody than yesterday's in the central square. Mass fighting in the streets is almost the exact opposite of war, with fewer people participating, larger scenes of fighting, and more casualties. The first two knives flashed and blood splattered five feet, and on each side fell a man who was almost split open. The people at the whole station were in a mess, and the female college students who were **** screamed again and again, and ran around in a panic. Jin Ling stood motionless, as if he was stunned.

I tried my best to appear insignificant, but I was able to rush over to save Jin Ling as fast as I could, which was hard to achieve. I had only rushed five or six meters, and suddenly an almost half-naked female college student rushed over, but she slashed down the person behind her, and her neck flew towards me with a blood mist spraying from the sky. I've only seen this kind of horrific situation when Feria, dragons, and other xenomorphs slaughtered humans. At this moment, it occurred to me that human cruelty has never been lost to any alien race.

Sideways to dodge the female college student's body, but the blood dance couldn't dodge, I sprayed all over my face, and I could barely open my eyes. At this time, the back waist and **** were hit hard at the same time, but a man in black and a rogue in flower clothes stabbed me as a target at the same time. Fortunately, I have always worn ultra-thin body armor and has an impulse transfer function, and I was not injured. While the two men were stunned, I threw two punches in quick succession, just strong enough to break the bridge of the nose. So the two of them suddenly became a rolling gourd, and they rolled with wails.

The fighting was raging at the station. The two sides were red-eyed in more than ten seconds. The screams of both sides of the brawl and the innocent schoolgirls were mixed with the sound of blades cutting muscles. I didn't have time to act as a righteous superman to save them, and rushed towards Jin Ling as fast as I could. Unexpectedly, this woman was harmful—there were two people around her, just watch it, but she turned her head and looked around, and saw me rushing towards her with a bloody face—so many people were holding big blades of white flowers and slashing flesh and blood next to her, she didn't snort, and when she saw me running to save her with her bare hands, she screamed out.

Hearing this scream, the man in black who had just cut down his opponent in front of me immediately pounced on me. When I saw that his knife was still stuck in the other's body, I didn't treat him as an opponent and smiled at him. Who knew that this guy was really sinister, and after half turning around, he pulled out a small knife from behind him and slashed me! It was too close, and I tried to dodge sideways, but I couldn't dodge, so I had to raise my left arm and check it. My left arm suddenly felt a chill, and I hung up.

In my memory, this was the first time in nearly ten years that I had been injured by an ordinary person, so that I couldn't recover for a while, and I didn't know if the injury to my left arm was serious. The man in black who had cut me then took the knife in his backhand, half-pressed his horse, and assumed the posture of a veteran pirate, trying to attack me again. Suddenly, a large hole exploded on the top of the subway station, and in the dust and cement blocks, a figure fell straight down and stepped on the back of the unlucky man. The small knife that he held back stabbed straight into his abdomen, completing an absolutely unwilling disembowelment.

The guy who fell from the sky was a Caucasian man, dressed in black, with a slender figure, a tall fedora and a black mask, and in general a very tasteless European medieval vampire count's dress. Although he helped me trample my opponent to death, he gave me a very uncomfortable feeling as soon as he appeared, so I didn't treat him as a gentleman at all. The guy looked down at the wound on my arm, laughed, and said in broken Chinese, "But that's it, but that's it!" ”

This is purely a provocation to me. But I couldn't figure out the details of him, and I didn't dare to act rashly. The moment Jin Ling appeared, I sent an emergency signal to Hongxiang. But with the crowded conditions of the central square, if he hadn't raised his butcher's knife to wash his way out, he wouldn't have taken less time to get here than I did.

I stared at him and didn't speak, and suddenly my body suddenly burst out, trying to bypass him and control Jin Ling. Who knows, who knows! This dead woman has done me a big deal again, and for some reason she is guarding me like a thief (although it has something to do with the blood stains on my face and arms that make it difficult for her to recognize my identity, but I doubt that she will run faster if she wants to recognize my true identity), and has been keeping an eye on my whereabouts. As soon as he saw me move, he screamed and dodged in the opposite direction, hiding behind the Earl, in a straight line with the Count and me.

My nose was crooked, and I had to scold. The corners of the earl's mouth lifted into an eerie smile. Suddenly, his hand was raised back, and countless silk threads shot out, and Jin Ling only screamed half a way and wrapped it in, wrapping it into a big cocoon-like thing. I was startled, and just as I took a step forward, suddenly two silver rays shot out from the earl's back, one to the left and one to the right. I tried my best to dodge, dodging only one, slashing the one on the right across the chest, cutting through several layers of clothing and making a white mark on the innermost bulletproof vest.

"Your Excellency, do not be excited. There is air in the cocoon, and this beauty can last at least a quarter of an hour without a problem. The Count smiled strangely again, and said, "Many things are lurking underground, and we should have talked about them a long time ago, but I have not had the opportunity to meet Your Excellency." It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, how about we talk about a deal? ”

I was anxious, but I tried to soften my tone and said, "Just say it." ”

"The 404th game pursued us SD too quickly, and each injured a lot of manpower. This kind of lose-lose thing is really not the work of a wise man. The Earl sighed lightly, raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and looked at the big hole in the ceiling that he had just knocked out, and asked, "I wonder why Your Excellency has such a fierce prejudice against SD, and you must kill them all?"

My pupils suddenly tightened a little, my whole body tensed, and I felt a little paralyzed: this guy is actually SD! I'm used to being alone, and I'm too careless.

SD is the abbreviation of the name of an underground organization. In such terms, nature is far from describing its actual scale and impact. However, so far, the investigation of the 404th Bureau has entered its seventh year, but it has never been able to reach a complete conclusion. The only contact I had with this organization before was Dai Jiangnan's brother Dai Jun, who should have died a long time ago, and the ensuing dragon monster raid. Originally, I thought that these monsters were just the masterpieces of the Nandu Special Weapons Research Institute, but after using them to capture the Nandu, the people of the 404th Bureau checked all the confidential files, and there was no such thing in them. After raiding the Weapons Research Institute, which doesn't exist on the secret military map of the Southern Capital GDI (and I still remember the location), the only thing I get from the mutilated document shredder is the name of the organization, "Springdaisy", and the kanji name is "Kasuga Daisy". The name of the kind of pure time that evokes looking up at the sky at a weak forty-five degrees is difficult to relate to the actual actions of this organization.

When Titus heard about this for the first time, he couldn't help but exclaim: "It's not good, I'm afraid Simba killed people too quickly!" "The second time I heard this, I had the same thoughts as Titus. In fact, there were a lot of people involved in this matter back then, and I also dug out relevant documents to prove that the upper leaders of Nandu must have known about this matter, and there must be someone who has a direct connection with them (Zhao Yuanmin's suspicion cannot be washed away), and there will be no less people handling it underground. However, when we stabilized the situation in Nandu and 404 began to intervene in the investigation, we found that the parties involved in the year either died in the invasion of the dragon clan or died young; Among them, the high-ranking cadres who are pampered and should live a nourishing life are almost all cut off by Simba, and the few dozen grassroots people who are left have disappeared without a trace. We didn't know how to interrogate the dead, otherwise we would have been able to ask for something on the bodies of hundreds of related suspects such as Zhao Yuanmin.

At this time, we realized that this organization was not just a secret vassal of the Southern Capital, and began to conduct in-depth secret investigations around the world. From the evidence available to the moment, as well as irresponsible inferences and speculations, this organization has an intricate relationship with organizations such as the 301st Council and the Order of Justice, and it is likely that they are all part of the dark tentacles of some underground kingdom that I have not fully known about until now. The root cause of this is probably only one person in this world who can come into contact with him, and that is Hojo Kamakura, who is still supported by Kamakura's old age.

And this earl, who calls himself an SD party, is wrapping Jin Ling into a rice dumpling, and stands in front of me arrogantly to discuss the conditions. I felt a pang of annoyance in my heart, and said, "I see that flat-headed pig is not pleasing to the eye, and I want to catch him back for barbecue when I chase him to Jiutian Huangquan, are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

"Your Excellency is really joking, how can you be such a person who is confined to personal vendettas? Besides, Mr. Dai didn't offend you, right? ”

I snorted and said, "Just say what you want, our time is precious, just make an offer." ”

"We are allowed to exist and act publicly. In return, we will show you our loyalty. Countless dragon warriors will pave the way for your stellar dominance. In the eyes of the successful, they are beautiful, Your Excellency. The earl's eyes suddenly shot a frenzied light: "We can master them and control them." Didn't you do that a long time ago? Quite beautifully done. ”

"Those guys are so good to eat." With a look of disgust, I said, "In the areas where the war has been fought, the underground sites, iron ore, crystals, all the minerals and things that can be converted into energy have been planed for them, so that they can grow and reproduce a thousand times faster than humans. When we came to Nandu, even the children's biscuits were snatched up, and afterwards we transferred 200,000 tons of grain into the city to stabilize the situation - do you want me to let such a bunch of monsters out and eat our planet bare and only them? ”

The Count continued to persuade persuasively: "It is their loveliness to be able to serve the successful." After getting one galaxy after another with them, you will definitely find them cute. ”

I thought about it, raised my eyebrows and smiled, and said, "That's right." I still remember playing a game when I was a child, there was a monster with a beast head and a fish body, and the image was super disgusting, but it was very good, and I liked it very much. It's been a long time ago, and it's amazing to look back on. So, maybe you have a point. So ......"

As I spoke, I extended my hand to the Count with kindness on my face, and he looked hard into my eyes, and suddenly his eyes became confused, and he extended his hand to me—for a moment, but I knew I had succeeded. At that moment of lightning, I turned over and stuffed an oval grenade in his hand and taped him three times.

The Count was hindered by my mental hypnosis, and it took two seconds for him to react. Before I could defuse the bomb, I had already pulled out the small knife from the corpse next to me and threw it at him. He dodged sideways, and I threw another knife over. The two knives dodged, and I had no more weapons on my side, but the time for the grenade to start the fire was up. There was a muffled sound, and the fire and smoke flashed on the earl's right wrist, causing sand and rocks to fly around him.

When the smoke dissipated slightly, the earl's body suddenly **** out, knocking me head-on and falling down, embarrassed. The moment he knocked me down, I saw a familiar scene - because he had been blown up by a grenade, his hairstyle and dress were insulated from elegance, and the mask had been blown apart and even embedded in his face. It turned out that his face was covered by a mask, and it was swollen and rotten like a devil, and at that moment I suddenly remembered the scene when I saw Jingwei for the first time. What is different from Jing Wei's first impression is that Jing Wei's face was injured by the dragon venom at that time, which was obviously a poisoning reaction; And the count's face was more like it had been soaked in venom for years, or it was born with that dignity.

I immediately rolled sideways and looked up to observe the Count who was rushing behind me. I saw him crying out in agony, holding on to a pillar. At first, when he trampled on the man in black, the group of beaters on both sides had stopped their fire because of this shock, and had been carefully observing this side; As soon as they saw that he was seriously injured, the people in black immediately rushed over with shouts. But I noticed the strange situation behind the earl, and suddenly a glimmer of conscience arose in my heart, and shouted: "Don't~~~"

The extent of my conscience was so inadequate that the cry was only broadcast once in my mind, and objectively served to prevent myself from going to the rescue, but it did not help the man in black in the slightest of his impending doom - from my point of view, I could clearly see what was wrong with the Count, whose ragged clothes could no longer hide the abnormality of his body. Behind him appeared a saliva lobster chicken's unique tail, and two stunted dragon wings on his back. Although his right hand was broken at elbow level, and blood was constantly flowing, a tentacle of indescribable shape quickly grew from the wound!

Unaware that the person facing him was a biochemical monster, the black-clothed people rushed to the earl with high morale. The Naito family really lives up to its reputation, it is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon: there are just a dozen ordinary thug-looking family members who come over, three-stage strikes, one slash against the wind, two swords in Yanagi, and Tianxiang Dragon Flash, but there are many killing tricks from the most vulgar to the most elegant.

I saw Lin Zongsheng practice martial arts in the Samsung General Bureau back then (that guy is nothing remarkable as a leader, but he is a first-class swordsman, but he was born at the wrong time), so I can understand these tricks. Teacher Lin is playing a real game, and these black-clothed swordsmen are just in a bare posture, and the earl is not a wooden stake that they cut and stomp on, as soon as the tentacles flicked, the two black-clothed men were swept to the ceiling, bumped up and down, and suddenly fell into the tentacle. Although he was stabbed twice at the same time, he was like no one else, but he rushed into the encirclement of the man in black, and his tentacles swept through, and he was intimidating.

Although the remaining ten or so black-clothed men were undiminished, none of them were the three generals under the earl. In less than two minutes, the men in black had all sent the count a list of sacrifices. The people in the flower clothes are all hooligans who see the wind and rudder, and fighting monsters is not within the scope of the work set for them by Hongxiang, and they can't get money for bloodshed and sacrifice, so they have run out of money a long time ago. The only people left alive in the station were an earl, a me, and a golden spirit who would have to be turned into a dead man in ten minutes due to lack of oxygen.

After the Earl had finished sweeping the group, he let out a long howl with triumph - the actual frequency was exactly the same as the roar of a monster, and suddenly the wind behind him sounded, as if a sharp weapon was coming. He half-turned around and swept with his tentacles, knocking down two knives, but he didn't prevent the third, plunged it straight into the right side of his neck, and immediately knelt down. I almost threw my shoulders off the mortar, hugged my shoulders and chirped and asked, "How do you feel?" This is the first time I've tried to use a small handle, or a multi-warhead configuration, the style of the ancient famous sword with a heart stick, I also have a little bit of one or two, what do you think? ”

"Your Excellency!" The Count's voice now sounded no different from that of a beast, but even the language of the orcs could reveal the grief and indignation of being plotted by the villain: "Why do you do this to me, do this to SD? What is wrong with SD, and what is sorry for you? ”

"It's a long story......" I looked at his injuries carefully, smiled and said, "I see that your injuries are not light, and you should go to the hospital immediately, so I won't delay your time." I'm just looking at you guys anyway, and it's disgusting to think about it, is it okay to answer like that? ”

The earl spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and scolded viciously: "Villain, despicable, butcher! ”

I smiled as a philanthropist and said, "Your blood is soaring a little hard, save your breath." ”

A siren on the ground was heard at the exit of the subway, and the police from Shinjuku finally arrived through a serious traffic jam. At the same time, a sharp whistle was heard in the distance, and the next subway train was coming, but there was no sign of slowing down and stopping, probably hearing the news of a serious riot here. As I listened to the voice, I was slightly distracted, and the Count suddenly turned his back, and the little misshapen wings behind him suddenly flew towards me like arrows.

I was prepared to dodge the one that shot at my thigh, either of which slashed through my right side of the waist and cut another wide hole in my clothes, but still only made a white mark on the bulletproof vest, which did not cause actual damage to my body. However, just when my heart was just rising, a very bad thought suddenly came to me:

Oops, hit the mark.

The Count's body had tumbled to the ceiling just as the wings shot at me. His target was not me, but shot straight at Jin Ling, and with a roll of his tentacles, he rolled up the big cocoon, smashed the glass of the fourth carriage of the subway train and rushed in. I hesitated a little, but made a decision in a matter of seconds. Seeing that the subway train was about to leave, I swooped and smashed the glass of the tenth car headlong into the train running at 60 kilometers per hour.

The subway trains in Heguo are all imported from Europe, which are expensive to build and have thick skin and thick meat. The Count is a cyborg and can ignore that, but I can't. Normally, I'd be bleeding from the head, but that's not the case. It turns out that the tempered glass windows of the subway train are the masterpieces of Yuuki Co., Ltd., and these fanatical nationalists have to find funds to carry out ultra-nationalist movements in addition to eating sea flowers themselves, and it is inevitable to cut corners when making things. Even so, I was still dizzy from the bump, probably with a slight concussion, and almost vomited. After two or three minutes of delay, his mental state was still very poor, but he heard two gunshots from the front car, so he couldn't wait any longer, struggled to get up, and limped to the front car.

As soon as I walked to the door of the No. 10 car, a subway security guard suddenly rushed in, raised a pistol and shouted at me twice, and when he saw that I was dazed and ignorant, he changed his English and shouted: "freeze!" ”

My scalp was bleeding and I covered my right eye, but I still despised the little security guard with my left eye with contempt, and suddenly opened my trench coat to show him, and immediately frightened him so much that he lost his gun and fell to the ground limp on his hands and feet. I didn't have time to pay attention to the NPC, so I stepped over him and moved forward.

The No. 9 and No. 8 cars in front were full of shivering people lying on the floor, as if they were running from the front. The sound of gunfire continued to come from the front. I dragged my tired and aching body into car seven and saw a hellish world. The Count stood at the other end of the carriage, and in the middle of the carriage there were two guards who were close to madness, still hiding behind the barrier, shooting at the Count in complete vain. The whole carriage was in shambles, with seats, decorations, lamps, and human stumps mixed together, painting every corner of the carriage. I only glanced at it, then closed the door, and looked back at car eight, as if I was still on earth, but if I took one step further, it would be hell.

The people in car eight were trembling, they no longer had the courage and strength to run down. A middle school girl occasionally raised her head and glanced at me quietly, with a pitiful look in her weak pet begging for protection from her owner. I suddenly became bored, and regardless of whether they understood or not, I asked, "Do you want me to protect you?" ”

The girl looked at me in horror, obviously not understanding Chinese, but she sensed what I meant and nodded desperately. I got a little amused and asked, "Do you really know what I'm talking about?" ”

She nodded anyway.

I asked again, "Do you really know what I'm going to do for you?" ”

The reaction of the girls was the same.

I'm still rambling: "Do you understand what rude demands I will make to you after I save you?" Do you have the consciousness to say yes and bear all the rewards I ask for? ”

Although she didn't understand, so she kept pleading with pity and desperately pleading with me, but if I was speaking Japanese, even if she hesitated for a moment at my question, the answer would probably be exactly the same. When a crisis comes, people always hope that a savior will come, whether or not that person can bring lasting peace, as long as they can get through the hurdle in front of them.

I was not related to this girl, and I had no interest in her personally or physically. The reason why I asked her so many weird questions was probably asking myself more. As for whether or not to deal with the Count head-on, I have already answered this question myself. Anyway, I'm used to crawling around in hell, and the carriage in front of me is not a big deal. I pulled back my trench coat - the girl who prayed to me also looked horrified when she saw what was in front of her, but she didn't faint. I was so pleased with her performance that I patted her on the head and said, "There's a chance." He shook his windbreaker, threw down dozens of firearms, piled them all in front of the girl, and said, "Help me take care of it, watch Ou Ji Sanghuang help you kill demons." ”

When I was a teenager, I admired the way of hooligans for a while, and after I went to college, I followed the little prostitutes, watched a lot of movies and animations of the strange heroes, and admired the modern strange heroes who wore black trench coats, white scarves around their necks, and hats, and had an arsenal with an open mind at any time. It's just that the school was strictly controlled at that time, and one broken gun and two bullets had to be registered and re-registered, so there was really no chance to be cool. After witnessing the riots in the square yesterday, I knew that I would not have a safe day, so I had to prepare for a rainy day. Although it was too late to transfer arms from Huludao for a while, the spare money on hand was more than enough to buy this equipment from the underworld at a high price. When I went out on the street today, my weapons weighed 70 pounds without extra bullets, so you can imagine how hard it was for me to squeeze through the crowd to the subway station.

Still, I didn't want to show myself when I met the dozens of little hooligans who were cold weapons—I was so ill-intentioned to bring this pile of stuff as heavy as a dead pig. Just imagine, when tens of thousands of people use knives to slash, there is a sudden appearance in the opposing camp of a guy whose weapon and equipment level has evolved to the age of firearms and whose firepower is stronger than that of a tank squad, what kind of mass psychological panic will appear! The spectacular situation of the gods descending and causing the demons to retreat will definitely not be worse than the modern Monkey King played by Hong Xiang yesterday, and just thinking about it can make people feel refreshed. But now it seems as if my prophet had prepared for the earl.

You can be cool in front of the little girl, but you can't do that when you enter the seventh car. I flew in, and when I saw that the Count was grabbing the last moving train security guard with his tentacles, I took the opportunity to fire a salvo of two guns. I hadn't practiced it for a long time, but my marksmanship didn't stop, and the first shot hit the Earl's left shoulder, knocking off his left hand. He hissed, tore the security guard in half, turned around and yelled at me viciously. But all he could do was scream, and the magnum54's large-caliber bullets hit him, each of which slammed his body into the wall of the carriage, leaving him powerless.

Despite my long military experience, I am not a natural person like Basque Bing. Double-handed magnum54 quick burst shooting monsters, cool to the extreme, but beyond the ability of normal human flesh to bear. After a box of bullets was fired, the Earl's flesh and blood fell on the wall of the carriage and could not move, but the wound was reborn at a super speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and it was indeed a monster that had been implanted with dragon genes. Another cartridge of bullets to his head may have worked, but it wasn't necessarily foolproof, and my hands were numb enough to stick with such a perverted pistol. Hurriedly threw both magnum54s aside and replaced them with two PPK pistols to shoot. But the power of this police pistol was much smaller, and after firing two or three shots, seeing that the hole was not as good as the earl's, he hurriedly threw it aside again, ran back to the eighth compartment and took two micro charges to kill back.

The low power of the slight charge made me suffer, and before the bullet was halfway through the bullet, the Count counterattacked, and the foul-smelling tentacles pumped into my thighs, sending me to a volley somersault and a wretched stumble. Seeing that the Earl was recovering quickly, and that he would never be an opponent if he continued like this, he hurriedly crawled out and grabbed two assault rifles before he came back, and after a fierce sweep, the Count fell down again in pieces. But I didn't dare to be careless at all - sure enough, after ten seconds, his body moved again. I had to shrug my shoulders and sigh, "Again, again." ”

Pistols, Charge, Assault Rifles, Shotguns, Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifles, Portable Hunting Crossbows...... I used them one by one. The Count fell again and again, but the flesh maintained a high speed of recovery, as if it were truly immortal. I began to worry when I saw that the pile of weapons I was carrying was gradually decreasing. Fortunately, the crossbow was powerful, and there were many barbs, and the count's body was pinned to the wall of the carriage and struggled to escape, giving me some respite.

I rummaged through the eighth compartment and picked out a chemical weapon, a multi-purpose grenade. It can be loaded with incendiary, cryographic, and sulfuric acid bombs. Judging from the experience of Vulture Fortress exploration, it is a very effective weapon, but if you use it, you may burn off the seventh car. After thinking about it, it's safer to use this first than to use a portable bazooka directly - the one that will lift the subway to the ground and use it as a light rail train.

I put on a gas mask, carried a portable PRG bazooka on my back, and with a multifunctional grenade in both hands, I rushed into compartment No. 7 again. The Count had broken free from the siege of fifteen bolts and was slowly approaching this direction. I fired a flaming grenade head-on and knocked him down with a scream, firing five fire bullets in quick succession, burning the side of car 7 near car 6 into a sea of fire. Without waiting for him to have any chance to resist, he switched to a cryo bullet and fired five rounds in a row. The Earl's tentacles and body were burned and frozen, and many holes were quickly cracked, and I replaced them with sulfuric acid bombs and fired them violently, and finally blew up the two Earl's tentacles and the outer skin, revealing the scarlet flesh inside.

That's the time to finish. I threw the grenade aside, scrambled the bazooka, and said affectionately, "Sayonara."

The bombardment really caused devastating consequences. The Count's body and half of the carriage were blown to pieces, and I was knocked upside down into carriage eight. Struggling to get up, the burning car No. 7 was on the verge of breaking, and it was about to throw the future of car No. 8 onto the subway line, and run to the unknown future with the cars that had been slaughtered by the Count in front of him. I rushed in, jumped in the wind, rolled on the spot, and rushed into car six. Just as I was rushing in, I suddenly felt a sudden increase in speed - car seven had broken, causing the car in front of me to accelerate. Luckily, I caught something, otherwise I would have dropped off the car and was crushed into noodles by the eighth car that followed me on the tracks. Fortunately, when he looked up and saw that it was the arm of a little girl whose head had been twisted off, he couldn't help but feel nauseous, and hurriedly threw his hand away and ran forward.

There were not many people in the first few carriages, less than fifty in all, and they had already been slaughtered by the Count. The large cocoon wrapped in the golden spirit leaned against the middle of the first carriage, surrounded by the corpses of the train driver and several flight attendants.

From the moment the Count got on the train, the train continued to accelerate, and after losing the back part of the seventh, it accelerated even faster. I stumbled to the front of the car to see that the console had been broken, the entire integrated board where the emergency brake was located was gone, the fully computerized train could not find any other control facilities, and the only valid instrument on the console was the speedometer that showed a high speed of 90 kilometers per hour. The subway will probably soon derail due to speeding, burying the last two remaining lives on it......

Thinking of this, I was startled, my heart sank suddenly, and I beat wildly with difficulty - the fight was elated, I completely forgot the time, is Jin Ling still alive now? I didn't have time to pay attention to the train that was already out of control, so I struggled to rush back to the first car, and vigorously tore open the cocoon shell that was wrapped in the golden spirit. People who are suffocated tend to go crazy in pain, but the face of the golden spirit that appeared in front of me seemed to be asleep, as if it was a little painful, but it seemed to be just a nightmare. But will she be able to wake up from this nightmare?

At this moment, the golden spirit in my field of vision suddenly transformed into Jing Wei's appearance. After all, there was a time when they looked very similar, but why did I think of her at this time? Suddenly, an unstoppable thought came over me, as if it was Jing Wei who fell in front of me—I didn't know what was going on, as if I was reading lines to myself, muttering, "Trust me, I will definitely protect you, but you have to promise me first, you must wake up." ”

It was at this time that the unleashed subway train reached the end of its mission. The people of the general control center thought that there was no one in the front part of the locomotive, and in order to stop the collision with the other trains and cause a huge disaster, they led it to an abandoned line. The subway train, which is running at a speed of 130 kilometers per hour, rushes straight to the end of the abandoned railway. It was a subway station that had been planned for decades but had not been built, and the soil was not solid about a meter above the ground. After a violent impact, the train rushed to the ground in one breath before stopping. In this process, I always held on to the golden spirit, until a slam blow when I finally landed, and finally exerted my potential energy at a super level to the extreme. I watched as the cocoon in my arms flew out, but I couldn't hold on. It was dark in front of my eyes, and I fainted.

I wasn't in a coma for long, only about three to five minutes. When I woke up, my eyes were all red, and I thought my eyes were broken, so I quickly screamed "Medic!" ”。 After shouting for four or five minutes, a security officer finally came over and handed me a pack of wipes. The blood on his head was rubbed more and more, and it seemed that he had to be bandaged, but fortunately, after wiping his eyes, his vision returned to clarity.

My day was so colorful. carried dozens of kilograms of light and heavy weapons to squeeze the pile; Jump into a high-speed train; Fought the Monster Count with enough firepower to start a riot; Flying out of the ground with a speeding train—each time it was enough to kill me, but I sat here anyway, just with a few leg injuries, a few minor injuries and a general weakness. After resting for another five minutes, he suddenly saw Hongxiang wearing the clothes of a rampant and coming with a group of people on motorcycles. His accomplices came too much, and as soon as they came, they broke through the defensive line of several local police and security guards. Taking advantage of the entanglement between his younger brothers and the police, he threw down his motorcycle and rushed over, grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up, and asked viciously, "Where is Xiaojin?" ”

Probably because of the concussion, my head was groggy. It wasn't until he brought it up that I finally remembered. After staring around, he finally found that Jin Ling's cocoon was hanging at the top of the subway train that rushed out of the ground. Hong Xiang jumped twice and rushed up to take off the cocoon, two or three claws tore the cocoon to pieces, pounced on Jin Ling and shouted: "Xiao Jin, wake up, you wake up!" ”

I reminded on the side: "It's been suffocating for too long, and I have to be taken to the hospital immediately." ”

Hongxiang's eyes were red, and he yelled at me with a slap in his face: "What are you doing to eat, let her suffer such a thing!" ”

"You're too excited, calm down." My head was dizzy, my thinking was a little unclear, I should have been lying in the hospital bed, but I still had to be patient to calm him down. tried his best to organize his chaotic thinking, and he also felt that it was very dangerous to be suffocated for so long and delayed for so long, and said: "Don't panic, you have learned it in the military school, hurry up and give her cardiopulmonary resuscitation, deal with it simply, and call your little brother to call an ambulance." ”

Hongxiang was already stupidly anxious at this time, and when he heard that someone gave him an idea, he was busy and began to implement it. At this time, the IQ of this interstellar army general was less than thirty, and basically he would do whatever I told him to do, without adding his own considerations at all - he didn't think about covering up or anything at all, and with a single force of his hands, he tore several layers of Jin Ling's winter clothes, revealing her fair upper body. Press down hard a few times and do a few more artificial respirations.

Hongxiang's wife's spring light is easy to see, and there will be big trouble. I shook my sluggish head to the side, only to see something strange: something embedded in a fragment of a cocoon.

Hongxiang, who has an IQ of thirty, was trying to save his wife, and it took me a full minute to observe the strange thing due to a concussion, and I was sure that it was a portable hunting arrow. I knew that this thing was extremely powerful, but I didn't expect me to shoot such a clever arrow, probably piercing through the inferior glass on the door of the fifth or sixth floor, all the way to the first carriage, shooting through the cocoon, but not hurting Jin Ling. In this way, she is not very hypoxic, no wonder her face is not very bad when she tears the cocoon, she is probably only slightly suffocated and frightened. The reason for the coma now......

Is she really suffocating? Neither Hongxiang nor I have confirmed it!

After figuring this out, I turned my face and saw that the golden spirit under the claws of Hongxiang had opened his eyes. At this time, her blouse was torn to shreds, and the **** was firmly held down by Hongxiang, who was specially dressed for the election campaign and looked obscene and abnormal, and the obscene man's mouth was forcing her face. From the special feeling, it can be known that his lips have long been violated by him - for a woman from a good family, this is probably one of the worst experiences in the world. Her slightly open eyes suddenly widened, but Hongxiang still didn't notice it, forced it down and poured another breath into her, held her **** hand and then continued to press down. This annoyed Jin Ling, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped Hongxiang on his left ear, knocking him to the side dizzily, and then got up and covered his chest.

A good show happened here, and it immediately attracted the attention of many parties. It's an acquaintance, and I can't let them be so embarrassed. Hongxiang's face was as thick as a city wall, and it was okay to lose it—so I immediately rushed to Jin Ling to block her, took off my tattered trench coat and handed it to her to put on it. But my relationship with her is really not good, and I don't know what to say when I see her and Hongxiang so embarrassed.

Jin Ling grabbed the collar of his trench coat, bent over and took a few breaths of force, and staggered forward. She had suffered so much pain and fright today that she had lost her strength all over her body, and at this time, she didn't know where the strength came from to support her to move forward. The fact that this extremely weak vase beauty has such a will makes me a little impressed by her. But now is not the time to look at others, I urgently need to be hospitalized to recuperate from a series of injuries such as concussion......

I opened my eyes vigorously, gathered a little consciousness, and looked in the direction of Jin Ling's walk. I saw that she had walked to the blockade line, and in front of her were dozens of pestering hooligans and policemen who maintained order. She had exhausted all her strength when she got there, and she couldn't hold on any longer.

The pestering hooligans and policemen stopped, and all eyes were focused on the woman with long disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, but still unable to hide her peerless face. Everyone present, except for me and Hongxiang, was stunned by her appearance and temperament, as if she had collectively cast a fixed spell by her.

Jin Ling gasped in pain. Her pain instantly diffused into the air around her, and no matter the rogue police, they all showed heartbroken expressions, but no one dared to move, for fear of blaspheming her. It can be seen that beauties can't be too beautiful, otherwise no one will dare to take the initiative to offer their courtesy. She tried her best to call something in harmony. The faces of the hooligans and the policemen suddenly showed a very complicated expression, so complicated that I had never seen it in my life. Turning his head to look at Hongxiang, he also had that kind of mixed expression.

It's really bad if you don't understand Japanese. I was sighing when I suddenly heard her call in Chinese: "Who can take me away?" Just get out of here, I'll listen to him! ”

I immediately understood why those people had the expressions they had on their faces. No one would not want to get Jin Ling, even if it was just to lead her on a ride, it might be the lifelong wish of these gangsters who wander among vulgar fans all day long. But who would dare to offend Hongxiang's authority and suffer the consequences of provoking him to anger?

"Don't shout, uncle, I'll take the lead!" I raised my hand and shouted, covered my head in pain, walked towards Jin Ling, and said, "followme." (To be continued.) )