Cheng Mo took off the Ulopolos on his wrist and put it in the hidden bag of the inner armor, so that even if he was caught, he would not be killed immediately because of Ulopolos.

After putting Urobolos away, Cheng Mo ran to the platform alone, and at this time there were only a few people on the platform who were queuing up to get on the train, and he passed through the automatic door and entered the platform made of steel and concrete. There is only one railway track on the platform of the entire Ouyu headquarters, which is not very large in area and space, and the culvert is not a traditional arc, but a square. The train is also boxy, with a grey square granite floor and culvert walls and roofs paved with square stainless steel squares. Maybe it's because the lighting is too dim and looks very gloomy, like a wasteland-style underground bunker, and there is no futuristic atmosphere at all. Cheng Mo slowed down slightly, and walked quickly to the first carriage in the dark.

The glass windows of the subway train shone with a white light, soft and white, like clouds. Cheng Mo had inexplicable emotions surging in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of that rainy night in Moscow, when he and Xie Minyun stepped on the K20 that changed their fate.

This time, it seemed that he was about to embark on a journey with an uncertain destination, as if his fate had always been inextricably linked to the train.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the carriage behind an Ou Yu guard. After more than ten seconds, the alarm sounded, followed by the sound of a leaking air valve.

The doors are closed.

Cheng Mo grabbed the armrest and turned his head to glance at the carriage, the carriage was not full, and the heavily armed Ouyu guards were holding guns and sitting in chairs without squinting. The black exoskeleton armor and a pair of solemn eyes made the entire carriage look cramped and oppressive.

Cheng Mo is already familiar with how to hide among the enemy, in this case, it is basically impossible to take off the mask to verify the body, and there is an electronic identification code on the vest, plus the data that Nuwa has tampered with, even if he encounters an unexpected situation, he can calmly deal with all the scenes.

Therefore, Cheng Mo stood in full view of everyone without panic.

The subway started slowly, and the guard in front of him had already walked forward and found a place to sit, but Cheng Mo did not move immediately, the corner of his eye swept out of the window, and he vaguely saw several figures passing in front of the automatic door in front of the platform. Cheng Mo glanced at it, and it looked like Fu Yuanzhuo and they were about to leave the platform on the fourth floor.

Cheng Mo's mood was a little complicated at this moment, although he didn't think that Du Leng, Gu Feifei, Zhu Lingqi, and Guan Bojun had simple motives for following him back to Paris, and he had to admit that they were indeed of a lot of help.

Even if they were a little noisy, a little self-righteous, and even some things went wrong, no matter what, things wouldn't have gone so far without them. Overall, Cheng Mo felt that this was a pretty good cooperation, although the "Ouyu data" transmitted back to China could allow them to get enough rich returns. As a fair person, Cheng Mo still felt that they had earned it by gambling with their lives, and he still owed them something, especially Fu Yuanzhuo, who was not selfish.

It's just that the return is the return, and the calculation is the calculation, Cheng Mo has already made up his mind to use this incident to tie Gu Feifei and Du Leng, who have a promising future, to his side.

These two people have ambition and courage, in terms of background, Gu Feiqiang, and in terms of mind, Du Lengqiang, they will definitely be the end cultivation object of Taiji Dragon in the future.

Of course, the biggest beneficiary must be himself, but the premise is that he and Xie Minyun can return to China safely.

As for Ou Yu's data, Nuwa is downloading it with all her might, Cheng Mo didn't deliberately let Nuwa find it, he must now concentrate on solving the matter of the Clown Sith first.

The train pulled off the platform and into the culvert, and the sound of the rails and wheels rubbing suddenly became louder. Cheng Mo walked forward along the carriage, he thought that he could get on the train, and the clown Sith might be able to get on the train too, maybe he would be able to find clues on the train.

Cheng Mo's gaze swept over the Ou Yu guards on the seat one by one, like a general inspecting his soldiers. He observes everyone's merely exposed eyes, trying to find the Sith the Clown through the windows of his mind. Those eyes were so clear in Cheng Mo's mind that Cheng Mo believed he could recognize him.

Cheng Mo walked forward along the carriage, those Ouyu guards sat on their seats and waited quietly, taking out their mobile phones from time to time to look, no one was talking, and everyone's eyes contained a heaviness, which made the light in their eyes fall like gravity. Cheng Mo seemed to see a bird struggling in the heavy rain. He had seen such a look, and on the subway in the evening rush hour, those middle-aged men with briefcases and suits often had such emotions in their eyes.

They breathed in order, their expressions were chaotic, and their eyes were worried. Life is rapidly consumed in blindness, but they have no way out, and they must persevere in the city day after day.

What they see is numbness that goes deep into the bone marrow.

For these Ouyu guards, the filter in the respirator counts down all the time, but they have nowhere to escape, and they have to desperately carry out the mission, doing their best for that glimmer of hope of survival.

The atmosphere was even more terrifying than the poisonous fumes that flew like mist outside the window.

It's just that Cheng Mo was indifferent, seeing some suspicious people, Cheng Mo would take a few more glances without scruples, these people saw his epaulettes, and subconsciously saluted him, and called him "sir", Cheng Mo nodded his head as if there was nothing unusual, and then continued to walk to the back carriage.

When he got on the train, Cheng Mo counted that the whole train only had six carriages, and at the current speed, he only needed three or four minutes to get to the end.

When he walked into the fourth carriage, Cheng Mo pretended to inspect the personnel as he did in the previous three carriages. However, after walking a few steps, I found that something was wrong, the eyes of most of the people in this carriage were cold, and even a little ruthless arrogance, not as worried as those Ou Yu guards in front.

Icy said it was in the past, but the frenzy is hard to explain. And no one called him a chief, which made Cheng Mo have to be vigilant, he didn't even dare to observe these people as unscrupulously as he did just now, but walked forward without squinting.

The glass is reflected like a glimpse of light, and the empty and dark corridor is as deep as an abyss. These people dressed as Ouyu guards are like demons guarding the abyss.

Cheng Mo didn't dare to speed up his pace, controlled his heartbeat, and tensed his nerves and walked towards the end of the carriage with constant steps.

The carriage is not spacious, and there are not too many people, and even if he doesn't look at it, everyone's eyes will still jump into his field of vision. Some people's eyes are like beasts, cold and arrogant, probably the kind of killer who broke through in the sea of swords and blood would have such eyes.

But Cheng Mo knew that this was not the eye of the Clown Sith.

The eyes of the Sith the Clown are blue fire.

A frenzied frenzy that burns everything.

Cheng Mo already had a premonition that he might be able to see the Clown Sith, his heartbeat involuntarily faster, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear.

Maybe both.

Although Cheng Mo had already done a good job of psychological construction, when he walked to the middle of the carriage and saw the person at the back of the carriage, his heartbeat twitched. Although the exoskeleton the man was wearing was the same as that of the others, the somewhat casual rickety sitting posture made him look so abrupt in the gloomy atmosphere of the carriage.

Cheng Mo barely steadied himself, staring at the narrow door at the junction of the carriages, and only used his peripheral vision to investigate the suspicious man. The man was wearing a pair of black high-top leather boots, about forty-three to forty-four sizes, and his feet were large, and the size was somewhat strange. The black pants are tied inside the leather boots, and the whole thing is a little tight, which seems to be the reason why the legs are too long and the pants are a little short. There are obvious scratches on the black exoskeleton adjustment ruler on the calf, which is a sign of adjustment. Unlike others who sit up straight and keep their bodies in a tense state and can fight at any time, he leans on the carriage, hunched his back, and holds the gun in his arms very casually, his posture relaxed, like an office worker resting on the subway with a briefcase.

Cheng Mo's breathing paused, and a sense of danger hit his heart.

He hung his head, the top of his slightly large alloy helmet reflected a hazy white light, and Cheng Mo couldn't see his eyes, only the iron-gray respirator that grew on his cheek like an organ. Cheng Mo's gaze swept over it, and he found faint white marks on the mask strap that went around the back of his head, and those white marks were densely covered on the black strap like sweat stains.

Cheng Mo had never seen such a situation after walking through three carriages, and it seemed that this little white mark was not worth studying, but Cheng Mo keenly thought of the bleach hydrogen peroxide.

Hydrogen peroxide is the most commonly used disinfectant in biochemical laboratories, and it is inevitable that it will be sprayed as soon as it enters the biochemical laboratory.

Cheng Mo's heart sank, and he immediately took back the afterglow. He was 100% sure that the Ouyu guard in front of him was disguised by the Sith the Clown, but he didn't dare to shoot rashly. Maybe he can kill the clown Sith in seconds, but with so many people here, he definitely can't escape. It is best to get out of the carriage and have Nuwa order the other Ouyu Guards to come and kill the Clown Sith.

The length of the whole carriage is about twenty-two meters, and now I have walked half of it, but the next half is longer than a kilometer and 10,000 meters. Cheng Mo seemed to feel that he was walking on a tightrope, and below the tightrope was a dark and endless abyss. He carefully maintained his balance, taking every step well, not breathing, not his steps, not even his heartbeat.

A little mess may be a catastrophe.

He seemed to feel the cold wind wrapping around him, shaking the slender rope. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead to the corner of his left eye, Cheng Mo didn't dare to close his eyes, he forcibly endured the sourness and took a step, towards the other side of the road just a few steps away.

The closer you get to the other side of success, the closer you get to the sleeping demon. Danger is like a pervasive venom, seeping in through the cracks in the exoskeleton, cold, sharp, and creepy stingers are trying to invade his pores, Cheng Mo feels every inch of his body shrinking inward, as if the body is instinctively trying to escape.

"It's about ten meters away, a total of twenty steps. Cheng Mo counted down in his heart, letting his every step be accurately on the rhythm.

"Nineteen. ”

"Eighteen. ”

"Seventeen. ”

..........

"One. ”

He walked exactly twenty steps like a precise clock to the door of the subway junction.

Finally, victory was only a closed sliding door.

Cheng Mo didn't dare to look at the Clown Sith at all, but raised his right hand, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and tried to open the door of hell, and then leave the carriage.

"You can't rush, just be natural, just like usual. Cheng Mo thought to himself, he seemed to be casual but stiffened his arm to touch the sliding door. Through the transparent glass window, you can see the next car, and everything is so quiet, as if he is the only one on the whole train.

"It's a matter of success or failure. Cheng Mo held the doorknob, wearing tactical gloves and not feeling the temperature of the stainless steel handle, it must have been cold.

He will open the door to victory and glory, just as Napoleon walked through the Arc de Triomphe with his scepter.

"Sir.......

A low, hoarse voice broke the eerie silence, like a shark lurking at its side, stirring up the peaceful danger of the deep sea.

Cheng Mo's pupils dilated, but the rapid heartbeat calmed down in this second, and his heavy breathing became lighter. The Clown Sith speaks English, and he must not return English, and his identity is that of a Frenchman.

“Qu'est-ce qu'll y a?” Cheng Mo replied in French, and at the same time held the doorknob and turned his head to look at the clown Sith, but when he saw the black paint circles under the goggles and a pair of eyes containing jokes, he knew that the other party had already made a card, and no matter how he disguised it, it was in vain.

The clown Sith cocked Erlang's legs, looked up at Cheng Mo, patted the empty seat beside him, and said in a muddy voice: "Silent, I think you should sit down and have a good chat with me." ”

At this point, it is no longer important to think about how to expose the stuffing, Cheng Mo knows that he can't be afraid, as long as he shows a little cowardice, he will be seen by the Clown Sith, and the Clown Sith will not hesitate to kill a person who is afraid of him. Cheng Mo deeply understands that for the Sith the Clown, a person who succumbs to fear is not qualified to be a toy or a spectator.

When life and death were at stake, Cheng Mo instead entered a state of ancient wells without waves, he shrugged his shoulders very naturally, let go of the handle of the gate of hell, as if he met an acquaintance on the subway by chance, moved the position of the submachine gun behind his back and turned around and sat down.

His movements were natural and smooth, much more relaxed than reaching out to pull the doorknob just now, and there was a kind of freehand lifting weight.

However, the atmosphere in the carriage was not friendly at all, almost everyone was looking at Cheng Mo, they grabbed their guns, like a group of fierce beasts watching their prey with nowhere to escape.

Cheng Mo turned a blind eye to everything around him, and he calmly sat next to the Clown Sith, staring at the reflection of himself and the Clown Sith in the glass window opposite. The yellow-green poisonous mist was flowing rapidly backwards, the dark gray rock wall looming behind them, and the phantoms of the two people trembled slightly with the shaking of the vehicle, like images in the water passing in time.

The Clown Sith lowered his submachine gun against the carriage, then raised his hand to remove his helmet, shook his green curly hair, and whispered, "This damn thing is too heavy." ”

"It's quite heavy, but it can save your life at the critical moment. So..... Shen is very valuable...... I think you should wear it. Cheng Mo spoke in a disapproving tone, as if he and the Clown Sith were chatting about an ordinary day.

Sith the Clown took his helmet and looked down, and said, "Yes, life is a precious thing, it must be well protected, and it cannot be wasted." The Clown Sith turned his head to look at Cheng Mo and asked, "But why do so many people like to waste their lives?"

You can't think about it, because if you think about it, you will find that life has no meaning. Then you get caught up in a vicious cycle of self-inflicted boredom. The beauty of life is extremely short, and there are not many illusions that can be enjoyed legitimately, so it is better not to want to, and simply live according to instinct......" Cheng Mo said casually.

"Hehe!" the clown Sith laughed strangely, his laughter was distorted with satisfaction, and after a pause, he looked at Cheng Mo in the glass, and asked with some curiosity, "This is the key to you killing tens of thousands of people and still have peace of mind?"

Cheng Mo looked at the clown Sith through the glass without flinching, and said without a trace of guilt: "There are about 1.8 deaths per second in the world, and 106 people die every minute beyond our sight, 6,360 per hour, and 152,640 a day. Today it is just a few tens of thousands more, and there is not much fluctuation. In the long term dimension, such a number is even more insignificant. Death is just the most common thing, it is the metabolism of human evolution, just like human beings have 60 trillion cells, 100,000 die every day, and 100,000 divide and reproduce, human beings need metabolism to live. The same is true of human society. Cheng Mo not only said this, but in fact, he did think so in his heart. Now he has seen a lot of death, and as long as it is not his turn to be with the people close to him, he will not feel the slightest feeling. In his cognition, large-scale human death is indeed not uncommon.

Putting aside the distant past, the recent war in Syria (the conflict between the Syrian government and Syrian opposition groups and IS, which has lasted since the beginning of 2011), has seen more than half a million deaths. After World War II, the "Iran-Iraq War", the largest war of death, was only 30 years ago. (1980-1988 local war between Iran and Iraq, 1.4 million deaths)

It doesn't matter if he's cold-blooded or ruthless. As long as you think rationally, you know that death is inevitable. Compared to previous wars, what happened in Paris is now tragic, but the death toll is not necessarily particularly large.

As for who caused it, is he the one who caused it? He is just in the middle of the war. Besides, it really doesn't matter who the culprit is, as long as the strength is strong enough, no matter which executioner is alive and well.

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither" This is really not an exaggerated portrayal, in fact, the unit of "ten thousand" is still a little shabby for the executioners.

The Clown Sith shook his head and said warmly, "Dear Ceren, to tell you the truth, you don't have to hide your true self from me. ”

The air began to freeze because of the strange tone of the clown Sith, and Cheng Mo didn't look at the terrorists in the carriage, but also felt a murderous aura that was about to come.

"Really?" Cheng Mo also shook his head wearing a helmet and a gas mask, and he said calmly, "There is a poet in our China who wrote a poem, and there is such a sentence in the poem: 'Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is a male among males'." If I can kill you, what is the death of tens of thousands of people? Based on the numbers, I can save hundreds of thousands of people. It's a good deal no matter how you look at it. ”

“‘People sin for murders but heroize for massacres; Millions of kill make one king of kings’...... It's really a blood-soaked honesty. So your goal is to become the king of kings?" the Joker Sith repeated and asked another question, but he did not wait for Cheng Mo to answer, and said in a regretful tone, "You just fill your empty life like this, with women, books, and earthly ambitions?" is so vulgar and disappointing that it is a little disappointing.....

Cheng Mo thought to himself that he just wanted to be a librarian, and even more awesome was to build a space library and be a space library administrator, but he never had the ambition to be a ham sausage (king of kings). But to say such unproductive words to the Joker Sith would probably be treated as useless waste.

A performative personality who is eager to be in the limelight, but he doesn't want his audience to be an ordinary man.

So Cheng Mo offered the crazy "answer" again, he controlled his body to tremble slightly, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat in a low and suppressed voice: "I....... Want to know who is the Creator of the Chosen One......."

Cheng Mo felt that his performance was perfect, just like a voice actor who dubbed the male protagonist of a dark drama, and the performance of every word, tone, and tone was so appropriate, it would definitely make the listener have a sense of stimulation with intracranial shock.

However, the clown Sith didn't seem surprised by Cheng Mo's answer, just looked up at the white light on the roof of the car, touched his chin, and said as if remembering, "How many times have I heard someone say that?" He thought for a moment, as if he hadn't found the exact number from memory, and said disapprehantly, "Anyway...... It's a not-so-boring way to die. ”

Cheng Mo ignored the clown Sith's blunt death declaration, and pretended to be a little curious and asked, "Who else has Mr. Sith heard say that?"

"Several people....... It doesn't matter. Sith the Clown spread his hands, "Whatever you want....... The beginning is all hubris, and the end is self-destructive. ”

Cheng Mo, who didn't hear the name, was slightly disappointed, and he sneered, "Mr. Sith, are you afraid of the Creator?"

"Scared?" the Clown Sith laughed like a nightmare cry, both vaguely and directly, "Don't think that you know the truth of history because you participate in history." My dear child, do you know why the underground of Paris is filled with poison gas, why the god Philip is dying, why the headquarters of Oyu is so falling?"

Cheng Mo didn't know how the "Creator" had anything to do with "The Death of God", "The Paris Terrorist Attack" and "The Fall of Ouyu", and his brain was running wildly. Trying to speculate on why all this happened, according to the tone of the Joker Sith, these disasters seem inevitable, which means that not only the Joker and Napoleon VII, but also the powerful forces behind them are calculating Europa and Ouyu's ideas.

There are only a handful of countries and organizations that can calculate Europa and Ouyu.

Most likely, the only ones are the United States and the "Star Gate".

Cheng Mo knows that just this year (2020), the most terrible corporate debt bubble in history broke out in the country, rice stocks plummeted, and the economic crisis broke out.

It is not that the United States did not foresee such a situation, and began to use the trade war very early on in a vain attempt to force our country to comply. Just like I did before, harvest the second child to solve my own economic crisis, and when I am relieved, I will feed the second child and give some benefits appropriately.

However, our country would rather everyone end up together than compromise and back down.

This has made the debt-ridden United States not hesitate to undermine the global integration it has been promoting and make up for the debt loophole through tariffs. But no matter how much money is scavenged, it is still a drop in the bucket.

In the past, the solution to the problem was large-scale war.

In the second half of the 20th century, the United States wielded the big stick of liberalism and human rights doctrine to export ideology to other countries, creating the illusion of racial equality in the world. Freedom and human rights are indeed very demagogic values, the strong strength and sincere camouflage of the United States have made the vast majority of people believe that the United States is really a beacon of mankind, resulting in the excessive entropy of the world's ideology, and even some countries with unclear brains have been fooled, and they really think that the people of the United States are talking about freedom and human rights, and the people of the United States are really working hard for world peace, racial equality, and human family.

The fact is that the United States played with everyone, even the once powerful Soviets, who became fish on the chopping block after being usurped by the free market.

In fact, the United States is only promoting global integration in order to make better use of finance to harvest the world, and the international community still follows the law of the jungle.

Weak countries not only have no diplomacy, but also no human rights to speak of.

In particular, as the exporter, the rice country is a typical double-standard dog. It doesn't matter if you talk about freedom or human rights, as long as you are obedient, as in the case of The State of Israel and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. But those who do not obey will be waved the stick of public opinion for freedom and human rights, using the financial advantage of the dollar to impose sanctions, causing their economies to collapse and make their lives miserable, such as the Islamic Republic of Iran and the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela.

If there is a large conflict of interest, then it is not just a "big stick", Milicone's aircraft carrier is not an ornament, and the annual military expenditure of nearly one trillion yuan is to be evenly distributed to everyone on the earth, especially some rich countries. For the people of the United States, destroying a country never looks at whether the other party respects freedom and human rights, and never looks at the justice or injustice of war.

Excuses are too easy to find, and the Pentagon just needs to see if it's worth it, and whether it's cost-effective or not.

In the upward stage of the global economy, when the boss of the United States has meat to eat, everyone is happy, the other four countries follow to eat bones, and all small countries follow to drink soup. When the economy is down, the boss of the rice country is having a hard time, so he needs to cut the meat and feed the eagle.

Now it's time to cut the meat, but the current second-hand Dongfeng Express says no. If the United States can't do it, it has to wait to be surpassed, and the United States will never allow itself to lose its global dominance.

The only way to start a war is to wage war.

Because war is the quickest and most effective means of resolving economic crises.

There is no doubt that the United States has the will to start a war, and it can't harvest the second, but the third-rich Europa can also slow down a lot of blood, so that it will not lose its dominance too quickly.

However, Europa cannot be treated with direct plunder by war, as is the case with other small countries. After all, France is a P5 with nuclear forces, and Ouyu is not a small organization. The United States and Xingmen did not dare to risk the condemnation of the world and launch a hot war against Europa.

But if it's the civil strife in Europa, that's a different story.

Look at "poison gas", "internal contradictions", and "terrorist attacks", they are still familiar flavors and familiar recipes.

I think that back then, the United States handed over the banned poison gas formula and poison gas production line to Iraq, allowing Iraq to start a war. Then, a few years later, under the pretext that Iraq had chemical weapons, he launched a war against Iraq.

Cheng Mo gasped and felt that his brain hurt. In contrast, God's death seems to be less important. He is just a small shrimp, but he is involved in a shocking conspiracy without his means. Even if Cheng Mo had a big heart that didn't panic anything, he couldn't help but tremble all over his body and break out in a cold sweat.

Just when Cheng Mo's mind was in a mess, Nuwa's voice came from the earphones: "The train is constantly accelerating, and it is close to the limit speed. ”

Cheng Mo was startled, his eyes refocused, and the reflection of himself and the Clown Sith in the glass reappeared, the poisonous mist behind the glass was still flowing rapidly like water, but the reflection of the Clown Sith floating on it became confusing.

He didn't know why the Joker Sith was telling him this, or what role the Joker Sith played in it, and it wasn't the time to think about it.

Because he saw the Clown Sith pull out of nowhere a belt-like thing with locks at both ends of the belt, and the Clown Sith snapped the hook into the armrest and fastened himself to the seat like a seatbelt.

The grinding sound of "gurgling" is a sign of impending disaster.

Cheng Mo turned his head to look, not only the clown Sith, but also the terrorist wearing Ouyu's exoskeleton sitting diagonally opposite him was also doing the same thing.

"You know, Selen, I hate those conspirators hiding in the dark!" the clown shook his head, half-turned his head and looked at Cheng Mo out of the corner of his eye, "What if you know who the Creator is? You can't change the fact that this world is ruled by certain organizations, they are stubborn and old-fashioned, and do all kinds of dirty things in order to maintain poor order." Only I am different, I have never cared about order and interests......"

Cheng Mo heard the sound of licking his lips, but he didn't have time to figure out the mind of the Clown Sith. "It's going to crash!" Cheng Mo made a terrifying prediction in his heart, he looked up at the electronic display, and the speed of the train had reached 221 kilometers per hour. Cheng Mo's mind suddenly appeared Shirkov, who was cut in half by the train carriage.

"Unless you can subvert the existing order, then whatever you want to do is meaningless, you will always be just a poor chess piece struggling on the chessboard, and you will never be able to jump out of the black and white chessboard........"

There was a loud "bang" in the distance, followed by the unpleasant sound of steel tearing, the sound was so piercing that the steel body shook like a wave, and even the floor was undulating. The high-pitched, piercing sound of grinding was like a curse for life, constantly irritating the eardrums.

Sith the Clown laughed "haha": "Cylen, hurry up, don't die in a car accident." ”

Hearing the word "car accident", Cheng Mo's heart tightened silently, he grabbed the handrail, stared at the carriage in front of him, and watched the connection of the train arch high, and the whole carriage was violently shaking like a pendulum, and Cheng Mo also swayed. Through the distorted door, he could see the people in the front compartment being tossed around like rag dolls.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the huge inertia was transmitted to the fourth carriage, and Cheng Mo saw that several Ouyu guards without seat belts were also thrown up, and the screams were endless, and one of them flew out of the carriage directly, smashing the gray rock wall, leaving a pool of blood and falling into the poisonous mist.

Although Cheng Mo tried his best and desperately grabbed the handrail, his body still slammed heavily on the side wallboard. The sharp pain came from the back, and Cheng Mo didn't have time to taste it, so he heard the sound of "snort" again, and sparks flashed in the elbow, depending on the situation, the exoskeleton of the hand could not withstand such a large external force, and the joint was directly pulled off.

As soon as the exoskeleton broke, the strong inertia was directly transmitted to Cheng Mo, he felt as if he was weightless and had been thrown several times, and Cheng Mo, who was sweating profusely, endured the severe pain, pulled the handrail, and prevented himself from being thrown out of the carriage in the turbulent waves of the sea.

Non-stop explosions rang out, the firelight illuminated the entire culvert, and the cars behind were directly derailed by the explosion and dumped on the tracks. And their carriage was still moving forward, and the glass window beside Cheng Mo couldn't bear it anymore, burst open, and smashed on the mask, making Cheng Mo inevitably frightened.

And the Clown Sith sat on the deformed chair and laughed, as if he were enjoying some funny mime.

The apocalyptic shaking lasted for several minutes, until the carriage was pitch black, all the lights were extinguished, and everything fell into darkness and calmed down.

Cheng Mo also fell heavily on the floor.

A few beams of strong light came over, and Cheng Mo, who was in pain, wanted to stand up on the floor, but was kicked in the wrist by the clown Sith who stood up calmly, and lay on the floor again. Cheng Mo didn't try to stand up again, he knew that the Clown Sith was going to kill him, and he wouldn't stop him from standing up. He stared blank and pressed his mask to the floor, gasping for breath and waiting in pain.

The Clown Sith squatted down, Cheng Mo felt the Clown Sith pull up his right hand, which was already a little numb, Cheng Mo looked up slightly, and saw the Clown Sith glance at his blank wrist, chuckled, and handcuffed him with a bright handcuff, and then the Clown Sith cuffed the other ring of the handcuffs on the stainless steel armrest of the seat.

The beams of light of the flashlight swayed in the poisonous fog, and someone was already trying to pry open the twisted and deformed car door with a crowbar, someone was groaning, and someone was shooting.

Cheng Mo lay on the ground silently, letting the clown Sith do it.

"Oh, by the way, there's another ......" The Clown Sith took out another handcuff as if by magic, handcuffed Cheng Mo's left hand, and then handcuffed the other ring on the armrest on the side of the door, so that his left and right hands were pulled away from each other at a great distance, unable to touch or even exert force.

"It's a pity that I can't help you put on a more elegant shape, such as a cross-shaped ......." The clown Sith clapped his hands and stood up, seeing Cheng Mo's backpack, he opened it again, waved his hand and said happily: "Thank you for the filter." ”

Cheng Mo half-lay on the ground like a seal with his head tilted, his chin against the seat and said coldly, "You're welcome." The clown Sith unbuttoned the strap of his backpack, took Cheng Mo's backpack off his back, held it in his hand, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You can! I'm waiting for you with the 'God Gene', but don't make me wait too long. ”

"No problem. Mr. Sith. Cheng Mo replied in a tone pretending to be confident.

The terrorists behind the Sith the Clown have used a crowbar to pry open the completely twisted and deformed doors.

"See you again!" the clown Sith waved his hand and jumped out of the carriage first.

Cheng Mo half-twisted his head to see the Clown Sith and his men walking along the railroad tracks towards the depths of the vast poisonous fog with a bright flashlight. He waved his hand in the darkness and struggled desperately, the sound of "ding ding ding" sounded in the darkness, the handrails did not move at all, but the handcuffs strangled his wrists painfully.

Cheng Mo twisted his body and barely stood up, the range of movement of the handcuffs in his right hand was larger, and the range of movement of the handcuffs in his left hand was small, which caused him to have no way to stand up straight, and could only maintain a squatting posture. Cheng Mo stepped on the floor with both feet, endured the pain, and tried to use his left hand to pull off the armrest of the seat that had been damaged just now, but the pain was so painful that he trembled all over, and without the help of the exoskeleton, he couldn't do it with his own strength.

Cheng Mo gasped a few times and began to think of other ways, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he could only die slowly in the poisonous fog. He frowned and said, "If you don't put away the 'Uloporos', even if you can't activate the carrier, you can still use the 'Seven Sins Sect'. At the moment, it seemed that there was no other way but to seek help from Fu Yuanzhuo and them. Just looking for Fu Yuanzhuo and them to help, it will definitely be too late to stop the Clown Sith from getting the God gene, let alone killing him...... Don't talk about killing him, this filter cartridge of mine was changed when I entered the minus nine layer, it has been used for thirty-one minutes, and it can probably be used for twenty-nine minutes, and the limit state is a little more, it will only be ten minutes, if Fu Yuanzhuo and they are too far away, and there is no subway to ride, maybe it will be too late......." Cheng Mo rolled his throat and thought, "It seems that I may die here......"

However, Cheng Mo did not panic in his heart, as long as Fu Yuanzhuo and them were a little faster, it should not be a big problem to survive, he said calmly: "Nuwa, help me open the team channel." ”

But Nuwa didn't answer.

Cheng Mo frowned and said in a low voice, "Nuwa, help me open the team channel." ”

Still no answer.

Cheng Mo's heart sank: "Could it be that when he crashed just now, he broke the headset and mobile phone?"

Cheng Mo called out again, and only his voice echoed in the silent darkness.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Maybe I really confessed here today.....