The battle was simple and mechanical, tedious for hours, monotonous and indescribable.

The number of men in black is still increasing, more and more people in the carriage are gathering, and the men in black in the back, stepping past the men in black, whether they are injured or fainting, in short, they have only one purpose, that is, to capture Frank Mire.

This is the common task of all the men in black, and even the only value they have in this world. Although these guys are not very good at fighting, their professionalism is enough to be admired by any model worker.

The hours of war of attrition did not seem to discourage the Nightmen, who persisted and worked tirelessly to capture Frankimir as much as possible.

After all, they were outnumbered, and as time passed, white sweat broke out on both Frankie Mire and Maria's foreheads.

It doesn't seem to be much of a problem for Frank Mill to hold on, and these guys are generally not difficult to deal with. But Maria's physical strength has gradually become a little overdrawn, and she is afraid that she will not last long if she continues like this.

The air around him became more and more solemn, and the calm atmosphere that had just been relaxed was now gone. Even Ah Fang, who is helping on the sidelines and can always make a lot of eccentric names, is now starting to be a little unbearable. But her strange things really made Frankimir and Maria repeatedly look at her in amazement.

With the continuous loss of time, the crowd tactics gradually played its own unique effect. No matter how much Frankimir and Maria are stronger than these men in black, if they continue to consume like this, they will only suffer in the end.

Frankimir began to realize that they couldn't go on in such a simple, endless fight. In that case, they won't last long, and they will eventually be caught when their physical strength is exhausted.

They must try to escape from here as soon as possible, and that is the immediate priority.

In addition to fighting, Frankimir had to desperately think of a way to escape. Involuntarily, he couldn't help but look out the window at the snow.

Frank Mire is racking his brains about how to get out, and the Men in Black's offensive strategy seems to have changed.

At this moment, the people who walked into the carriage were no longer the same men in black, but a few guys wearing protective suits and carrying flamethrowers behind them.

They stepped into the carriage and immediately used the flamethrower in their hands to ignite everything that could be burned in the carriage, and even the men in black with their group were not spared the tragic misfortune of being burned.

The whole carriage was ablaze, and the flames roared in anger. These guys are all vicious people, they don't distinguish between friend and foe, and they won't let go of anything. Seeing this situation, Frank Miir's desire to escape from here intensified.

With nothing else to do, the only option Frankimir could think of was to jump out of the window and escape. Despite the speed of the train, the snow outside at this time can undoubtedly act as a buffer.

Of course, he won't have any problems, what he is worried about is Maria and Ah Fang, maybe with the cushioning effect of the snow, compared to Maria and Ah Fang, they will not be too hurt when jumping out of the car.

The plan in his mind was basically formed, and Frank Mire immediately opened a closed window, and the cold wind outside the window poured in, and the snowflakes fell on the flames in the carriage, and immediately turned into a wisp of white smoke, and disappeared in an instant.

"Quick, we have to get out of here......" Frankimir could say when he suddenly felt something shoot him in the shoulder.

It looked like a syringe, and the light green liquid inside the needle tube was quickly injected into Franky Mill's body.

At the moment when the strange injection was injected into Frank Mir's body, Frank Mir felt that his whole body had no strength, and his body collapsed to the ground weakly, he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't use any strength.

Maria could see Frankimir's intentions at a glance and knew that he was planning to escape by jumping out of the window.

It's just that he never thought that Frank Mir, who was busy opening the window, failed to take into account the surrounding environment at the same time, and was secretly attacked by someone at such a time.

Seeing Frankimir lying motionless on the ground all the time, Maria realized the gravity of the situation, and following what hit Frankimir must have had some kind of deterrent effect.

Maria looked up at the back of the crowd and saw a red-haired woman in a white leather coat holding a strangely shaped pistol in her hand.

Maria understands that it is the thing that shoots Frankimir, and if she takes something and hits herself, then today they will really have to be left to the mercy of the mermaid.

She didn't want to sit back and die, she had to find a way to get Frankimir and Afon out. At the very least, we have to get them away while we can hold on, and we can't let them stay here.

Now she was on her own, and there was no one but her who could help Frankimir, who was lying on the train, dying.

In desperation, Maria grabbed Ah Fang, who was fiddling with a few incendiary balls, and threw her out the window first.

Afong, who was just a child, no bigger than Maria's waist, threw her out the window and told Mariala that it was a piece of cake and no effort.

Before Ah Fang could scream, her petite figure had already disappeared into the snow.

Franky Mill was different, he was already bigger, much taller than Maria. At this moment, he was like a trip to the mud, and he didn't have any strength in his body, which made Frank Mire's body even more dead.

Today's Maria, after a long and high-consumption battle, has long been exhausted. If you want to throw the heavy Frankimir out of the window, it is really not an easy thing for Maria at this moment.

Maria wants to get Frankimir away, and the people around her are naturally not spectators. They would never just watch Maria succeed without stopping them in the slightest.

The men in black quickly gathered around Maria, who ignored them and was bent on throwing Frankimir out of the window.

At this time, Frankimir saw that behind Maria, a man in black had raised a scythe that flashed with cold light, and he wanted to warn Maria to pay attention to him, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to open his lips.

The black-clothed hand raised and fell, and the blood splashed in front of him. It was at this time that Frankimir was pushed out of the window by Maria and rolled down into the snow.

Lying in the cold snow, Frankimir felt his cheeks hot, and there were scattered drops of blood on the white snow.

Frankie Mire didn't feel hurt anywhere, could it be the blood on the snow...... It was Maria who left it, could it be that she was really hurt?

Looking at the speeding train, Frankimir clearly knew that in the train at this time, Maria had to face the countless men in black alone.

The thought that Maria was already injured gave Frank Miir a wave of fear that he had never felt before. Falling from the train has made him very uncomfortable, and now it is even more uncomfortable to roll. Intense remorse swelled rapidly in his heart, and he had never felt so remorseful.

However, at this moment, Frankimir could only helplessly look at the speeding train on the tracks, but he could not do anything.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the train in the distance, and for some reason, the train exploded. The sound of explosions resounded in the sky, the sky-rushing flames burned the blue sky, and the debris of the train flew into the sky, turning into countless stars. (To be continued.) )