Chapter 127

Ever since the Night Change, Ah Cuo had become accustomed to this rhythm. After Monroe finished speaking, he slowly stood up and walked cautiously to the carriage door, and after looking at the young man's distant back, he said to Monroe: "When will they do it, after the train starts?" ”

"Now we're safe." Monroe pulled out a bottle of locally produced whiskey. After taking a sip, his brows furrowed, and he said to himself, "I swear, this is the worst whiskey I've ever drunk." It's hard to swallow...... it's dirty water," he said, but Monroe took a second sip as soon as he finished speaking.

After two sips of whiskey, Monroe continued with what he had just said: "Victor already knows that there is a third party, and my world has been frozen. He won't take us lightly until he gets to the bottom of the Punic Prison, at least not yet. His people got in the car just to make it easier to monitor us. ”

"And do you still insist on meeting your friends?" Ah Cuo glanced at Monroe with some puzzlement, and after a pause, continued: "Now jumping out of the car and finding a way to run to Italy and find the Punic Prison is the only way to escape from death, right?" ”

"It's only now that I need my friend's help, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get to Italy, let alone the Punic Prison. God, now I'd rather pee with horses than touch this dirty water again. Monroe said as he continued to frown and took another sip of what he thought was the worst whiskey. After drinking this wine, he finally threw most of the bottle of whiskey into the trash, and then smiled at Ah Cuo and said, "We can't follow Victor's script, here's our own performance time......"

After saying this, the train has begun to move slowly. It took a minute or so before it started to splore.

Victor has a total of nine experienced killers on the train, and in order to prevent A's ability, these killers are all new faces of non-abilities. They were tasked with confirming that Monroe, Lin Cuo, and Little Ivan were in the carriage. Then follow all the way, unless the three of them have the action of jumping out of the car and running away, these people are not allowed to do it without permission.

The young man who had just walked in the wrong carriage confirmed that Monroe and the three were in the carriage, and then returned to his carriage. In order to facilitate the conduct of these people, most of them, including the young man, were in a separate carriage. After pulling out his phone and sending the other companions a message that Monroe himself was in the carriage. I started to pack my suitcase.

Just as he took out a small bug, ready to find a time to pretend to pass by and stick it outside the Monroe car. At this moment, the lock of the carriage door next to him suddenly "clicked..... rang for a moment. The young man's reaction was quick enough, and he had already pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the door of the carriage when the door lock rang, but after a while, there was no movement in the door lock.

The door was still locked, and nothing changed except for the sound. He hesitated, then checked the lock with his other hand. After noticing that there was nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the pistol away, and continued to fiddle with the bugging.

At this moment, the lock of the carriage door suddenly rang again. Although the young man reacted immediately this time, due to the first ringing of the door lock just now, there was a momentary inertia in his thinking. There was a slight pause in the consciousness of drawing the gun, and the moment his fingers touched the pistol behind his waist. The door of the carriage opened suddenly, and a figure appeared in front of the young man.

Monroe! When the young man saw Monroe, he already felt a chill on his neck, followed by blood gushing out.

"Press here with your hands, with both hands, and hold down here. Otherwise, the blood in your body will run out in two minutes. Monroe spoke as he knocked the gun out of the young man's hand. He then grabbed his hand and pressed it against the neck of the severed artery.

"Yes, that's all. Don't shout too loudly, or it will cause your arteries to retract back into your chest. In that case, no one will be able to save you. As he spoke, Monroe had already found the young man's phone. I asked for the password from the young man's mouth, opened the page that the phone had just used, and on the page of this social group, I saw the last words that the young man and eight other people said: Confirm the goal, go well.

The remaining eight are replaced by capital letters, and there are no other references to similar avatars, and there is no other information. With the exception of the last sentence, all previous conversations have been deleted.

"It's different from the playhouse, it's a bit professional," Monroe smiled at the young man, and finally asked, "Who is in charge among you?" ”

By this time, the young man's face was as white as paper. Now he couldn't miss any chance to survive, and he used all his strength to say one word: "I ......"

"Thank you" Monroe laughed a little, opened the window of the hungry car, grabbed the young man's body and threw him down the window. This action was done with skill, and there was not a single trace of blood splashed on Monroe's body from the beginning to the end. Then he took out the young man's phone and wrote in a private chat with the first person in the social group just now: "Come to me right away, I have a new task." Subsequently. To the second person he wrote: "Come to me in five minutes with a new mission." And then the third person: "...... in ten minutes"

Nearly an hour later, Monroe was back in Atho's carriage. After entering, he smiled at Ah Cuo, held up the bottle in his hand and said, "Look what I found, authentic Scotch whisky, although it is not my favorite brand." But it's hard to find this wine here. ”

Ah Cuo didn't care about the bottle of whiskey, and after glancing up and down at Monroe, he took his hand out of the backpack containing the firearm and said, "How many people are there, have they all been solved?" ”

"Nine people, seven men and two women." Monroe twisted the bottle as he spoke to Acu, took a sip of whiskey, and continued, "It's all new faces, not people from the night, it should be Kimura's own people, or Victor's own people. ”

"Shouldn't you do it later?" Ah mistakenly took a sip of whiskey, and was in a cozy Monroe. After a pause, he continued: "If they haven't been in contact with Victor for a long time, Victor should already know that these people are dead, right?" ”

"Now he should already know" Monroe smiled indifferently, glanced at the watch in the carriage, and continued to say to Ah Cuo: "There are still more than five hours before the train arrives at the station, and Victor has not continued to send people." We had five hours to take a break. Which of my friends' castle is at the top of the hill is still a long way off. With that, Monroe poured another large mouthful of whiskey into his mouth.

"There's a question I wanted to ask you a few days ago." Seeing Monroe's completely indifferent appearance, Ah Cuo finally couldn't help but say, "I'm really curious, your world can't be opened anymore." There's a big group of people chasing us in the back, aren't you worried at all? ”

"After knowing the restrictions on using the world, I worry about this problem every day" Monroe looked at Ah Cuo and little Ivan, who was listening with wide eyes, and after laughing, he continued: "But just before the world was restricted, I suddenly figured it out. If you have a problem, you can find a way to solve it......"

Ah wrong, what are you doing, looking at Monroe and continuing: "Have you thought of a solution?" ”

"The friend who met me, you understood." Monroe glanced at the scenery outside the car window, and then said to himself, "I have almost forgotten what the legendary castle of Count Dracula looks like......"

On a cruise ship in the port of Constanta, Victor, who had just disembarked, got the news that the nine men had lost contact. He didn't pay any attention to it, and said to a short and fat Eastern European who came to greet him: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ceausescu......"