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 history, the death toll in the recent "Syrian Civil War" has exceeded half a million. After World War II, the largest war of death, the Iran-Iraq War (1.4 million deaths), was only 30 years ago.

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" was related to "The Death of God", "The Attack of Paris" and "The Fall of Ouyu", 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 organizations that can calculate Europa and Ouyu.

Most likely of them are country A and "Stargate".

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

There is no doubt that Stargate has the will to start war, because war is the fastest and most effective means to solve the economic crisis.

However, we cannot treat Europa and Ouyu by war and plunder directly like other small countries. After all, France is a big man with nuclear forces, and Ouyu is not a small organization. Xingmen did not dare to risk the world's condemnation and launch a hot war against Ou Yu.

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, country A handed over the forbidden poison gas formula and poison gas production line to Iwak, and let Iwak start a war. Then, a few years later, under the pretext that WACKER had chemical weapons, they launched a war against Israel.

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 capital, 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, tugged at the corners of his lips, and said to himself with a wry smile: "Maybe I'm really here today....."

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Of course, Cheng Mo is not such a fragile person, and he will not give up his life easily, so he opened his eyes after laughing at himself. Through the broken train connection, you can see the burning carriage in the distance, the faint flame illuminates the culvert of the black hole, and it is clear that the carriage behind it is not as simple as derailment, but a bomb that caused an explosion.

The sound of gunshots and explosions rang out intermittently, Cheng Mo didn't have time to think, he arched his upper body, tried to keep his upper body close to the handrail as much as possible, and tried to touch Uroboros in the hidden bag of the inner armor with his right hand.

I tried it, and I pulled the handcuffs to the limit and barely could touch them.

If you are sure that you can touch it, you need to solve the problem of how to put your hand in your clothes. The zipper of the jacket is an unavoidable threshold, and whether you want to unzip it or put your hand inside, you must first take off the bulletproof vest hanging on the outside of the jacket.

Cheng Mo twisted his body and raised his waist as much as possible, so that the vest knot attached to his waist was close to his right hand in a lower position, and he pulled the handcuffs desperately, trying to pull the slipknot with his thumb and index finger, but this action that can be easily completed is so difficult, the cold handcuffs strangled his white arms red, pulling out blood marks. Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain like a pinprick before he could barely pull the knot.

After completing such a simple action, Cheng Mo was already sweating profusely and trembling all over. Especially the right hand, Cheng Mo felt that this hand seemed to be numb to the point that it didn't belong to him. But he didn't have time to rest, every second of his life was an imminent countdown at this moment.

After pulling off the knot, Cheng Mo half-squatted and twisted the collar of the vest with his fingers, and every time he moved, he pressed the vest on the armrest with his chest, and then took a breath to continue, but his fingers really couldn't exert his strength, and the armor was stuck in the helmet and couldn't be torn off.

The failures again and again made Cheng Mo, who had always been calm, a little anxious, and his sore arms and fingers were constantly testing his ability to bear it. Cheng Mo took a deep breath, abandoned all distractions and forcibly concentrated, and began to work hard again to complete a simple action, and his posture of rubbing up again and again was like a little male pig holding the little female pig moving behind his buttocks......

Just as Cheng was forgetting himself and tirelessly trying to get the vest off, a bright light shone from behind him.

Someone shouted: "! Cheng Mo, you're too obscene, aren't you? I didn't expect you to be this kind of person?

As soon as Cheng Mo heard it, he knew that it was Guan Bojun's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, gave up some vulgar movements, turned his head and whispered: "Guan Guan, it depends on the time to complain, don't delay, hurry up and help me get the handcuffs away......"

"That's all there is to it! If you don't let me complain, you might as well kill me!" Guan Bojun said disapprerovingly.

At this time, Fu Yuanzhuo had already climbed up from the door of the car that was no longer shaped, and said, "I'll help you." ”

Cheng Mo didn't say anything more, nor did he ask why they would come back, he just tried to get out of the way and motioned to Fu Yuanzhuo to solve the handcuffs that tortured his left hand first.

Fu Yuanzhuo grabbed the handrail, pulled it hard, and with the power of the exoskeleton, he ripped the handrail off the stainless steel wallboard.

"Now you know what a wrong decision it was not to bring us with you, right?" Gu Feifei peeked out of the window, sneering triumphantly.

Cheng Mo took out the handcuff ring from the broken handrail, glanced at Gu Feifei and said lightly: "No matter what, you shouldn't come." ”

"Nuwa helped me get a mechanical dog mount, not to mention walking, there is no problem in fighting, if the Clown Sith appears here now, I will blow his head out!" Gu Feifei walked to the door, patted the mechanical dog under him, and said in an arrogant tone.

Cheng Mo looked towards the door and saw Gu Feifei riding a horse straddling a blue-shelled robot dog, this robot dog was closer to a donkey's size and much larger than an ordinary dog. The torso resembles a large bench, with four legs bent, and a head almost identical to a tank turret, except for two barrels that resemble black fangs in the light of a flashlight.

Gu Feifei, who was wearing an exoskeleton, grabbed the handle on the turret as if he was grasping the reins, and he was an iron knight from the future.

It's a little funny, but it looks quite intimidating.

At this time, Fu Yuanzhuo had already torn off the armrest of the seat that was handcuffed to Cheng Mo's right hand, and after Cheng Mo successfully took out the handcuff ring on the armrest, he immediately straightened up his already squatting body, rubbed the wrist that was still handcuffed and said to Gu Feifei: "No, you have to leave now." ”

"Ah!?" Gu Feifei exclaimed in surprise, and then asked in an incredible tone, "We're all here, and we saved you...... You're still letting us go?"

Zhu Lingqi and Du Leng also walked to the door, looking up at Cheng Mo, and there was some incomprehension in their eyes.

Cheng Mo knew that Gu Feifei and they had arrived here so quickly, and they must have not left in the first place. It is impossible for Gu Feifei to make everyone change their minds, that is to say, Du Leng and Zhu Lingqi actually don't want to give up the credit and benefits of killing the Clown Sith. As for Fu Yuanzhuo, he has always been less assertive, and Guan Bojun definitely doesn't dare to run away alone.

Then it is only natural to disobey his orders and follow up. It's just that at the moment, Cheng Mo can't accuse them of making their own claims, not to mention that a group of people have come to this point, and when they are only one step away from success, it is against human nature to ask them to give up.

Cheng Mo knew that it would be difficult for him to convince them, unless he took the lead in leaving, in which case Fu Yuanzhuo and Guan Bojun would follow him, and then the others would not be able to stay here.

But for the sake of Xie Minyun, he had to go.

Even if he knew that there was a larger force behind the Sith the Clown, he would have to take a chance. Besides, he was also sure that the Joker Sith would not kill him, only him.

But if Fu Yuanzhuo and Du Leng followed the past, although it was also a big help, their ending was difficult to predict. For the sake of their safety, Cheng Mo still planned to try his best to stop them.

So Cheng Mo frowned and walked to the door, jumped off the train, and said in a deep voice: "Behind the clown Sith is not just the Teutonic Eighty-Eight Knights. There may also be a stargate, and we are not only fighting with the Sith the Clown, but the Knights of the Eighty-Eight Knights of the Cethus the Clown and the Stargate...... The strength of the other party will be far stronger than you think....."

Gu Feifei raised his eyebrows and said, "So what? Haven't we been fighting with the Star Gate?

Du Leng also said without hesitation: "Yes, not to mention that Nuwa can still control Ou Yu's guards now, and we are not the only ones. We all have an advantage before we can activate the vector. ”

"It only takes ten minutes to activate the vector. Cheng Mo said coldly.

"Then you can't delay time!" Gu Feifei rode the mechanical dog and took the lead towards the depths of the culvert, as if he was a little afraid that Cheng Mo would forcibly drive them away.

"We're not going to act rashly, and if it's not right, we're going to lean back tactically...... No....... Strategic Shift!" Guan Bojun said with a smile.

Guan Bojun changed his attitude, which surprised Cheng Mo very much, he looked at Guan Bojun and exclaimed in surprise: "Huh?"

Guan Bojun said solemnly: "A few of us are already the last hope to save the people of Paris!

"The Sith the Clown's bounty has now surpassed Nebuchadnezzar, the leader of the Black Death, and has jumped to the top of the bounty list, with three billion dollars, three hundred thousand contribution points, and one SSS skill, two SS skills, and three S skills. 150,000 contribution points were enough for the five of them to replace the strongest mechanical kit 'Bai Ze' at the moment. Gu Feifei and they also promised that as long as Guan Bojun killed the clown Sith, the SSS skills would be given to him......." Nuwa did not hesitate to expose Guan Bojun's true face.

Cheng Mo didn't expect that it was still instigated by Nuwa, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

"It's such a great opportunity, you have to give it a try. If we miss it, we will definitely regret it for the rest of our lives!" After speaking, Du Leng also followed behind Gu Feifei and headed towards the depths of the culvert.

Cheng Mo sighed in his heart, driven by such great interests, it was pointless to persuade him again. I could only look at Du Leng's back and said lightly: "I still say the same thing before, I will not be responsible for your safety, and don't expect that I will save you if something goes wrong!"

"Hey, it looks like we saved your life just now!" Gu Feifei said.

"Yes!" Guan Bojun couldn't wait to walk forward, "Cheng Mo, don't play any conspiracy to grab someone's head with me!"

Gu Feifei sneered: "Guan Bojun, forget it! ”

"The Sith the Clown is not human...... He's a demon!" Guan Bojun replied.

"Anyway, I warned you....... This is not a copy, let alone a game .......," Cheng Mo whispered in a serious tone, and at the same time, he also looked back at Zhu Lingqi, who had already scrapped a submachine gun in his right hand.

Zhu Lingqi hung his right hand and held a pistol in his left hand, and replied in a cold voice: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky!"

Fu Yuanzhuo took a long breath and looked at Cheng Mo and said, "We all know that you are for our good, but ..... Who doesn't want to be stronger? I'm fed up with being at the bottom....."

"Isn't life more important?" Cheng Mo asked in a low voice.

"Maru Ramias in Gundam SEED.D once said: 'No one knows what will happen in the future, because we don't know what will happen in the future, we can only do what we believe in now, and if we know that we are wrong afterwards, we should cry and make trouble at that time, and then think about the next time'......." Fu Yuanzhuo patted Cheng Mo on the shoulder, "I know it's difficult to become a hero, and I definitely can't do it with a qualification like me, but at least ....... I can't give up on being a reliable partner by the hero's side. ”

After saying that, Fu Yuanzhuo also walked forward, Cheng Mo was silent for a moment, took out Uloporos from his hidden pocket and put it on, and used the Seven Sins Sect to silently cut off the handcuffs that were still on his wrists, and at the same time whispered: "Now everyone stay silent, move forward quickly, everyone don't shoot easily, wait for my order." ”

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Sith the Clown led a group of men along the tracks, and the badly damaged carriages lay in a mess on the tracks, parts and debris scattered everywhere. There are also carriages that are squeezed and bent to 90 degrees, against the top of the culvert, sparks are bubbling, and there are corpses sandwiched between the siding, even if they wear exoskeletons, they are still squeezed to death in them.

A group of Ouyu guards wearing exoskeletons were rescuing their colleagues who were crushed under the wreckage of the train, and someone saw the Clown Sith and his party, and immediately shouted, "Come and help!"

The Sith the Clown replied loudly, "No problem, sir. Immediately afterwards, he picked up a strange gun and opened fire on the gathered people. The lightning-like blue light wave swept through the air and directly hit the Ou Yu guard who spoke, the man first stiffened, and then the blue electricity spread all over the body along the exoskeleton, and after being transmitted to the battery, it exploded, and in an instant, the whole person exploded like a balloon, and the fragments of flesh and exoskeleton flew everywhere.

A group of terrorists who followed the Clown Sith also shot at the same time, and the Ou Yu guard, who had his back to the Clown Sith, was directly hit by the blue electric light, and the car burst into a ball of blooming flesh and blood.

Blue lightning shone in the cramped and dark culverts, casting their shadows on the black-gray rock walls, like an ancient mural that flickered and flickered.

Seeing that the people who were being rescued seemed to be dead, the clown Sith stopped shooting, held up the gun, and said in disappointment: "I still prefer the blow caused by blunt or mechanical weapons." He looked down at the boxy electromagnetic gun in his hand without a barrel, "This kind of thing can't make art." Just like a painter can't paint on canvas with a sharp kitchen knife...... As a killing enthusiast, we should boycott it!"

"Mr. Sith, killing is never about beauty, only about efficiency. The man beside the Sith, who had no weapon in his hand, whispered, and his London accent was so eloquent that it was immediately apparent that he was from England.

"So you're just butchers, and I'm artists!" the Clown Sith tossed the gun to the man and walked forward, his steps light and illuminated on the wall by the flames of the train, like Chaplin, the king of nineteenth-century comedy, dancing on the big screen.

The man glanced at the reflection of the Sith the Clown dancing on the wall, and said lightly: "Artists? No wonder artists are neurotic, it turns out that artists don't need logic." ”

"Oh, the Duke of Sutherland, this is not what a noble English nobleman ought to say, it is vulgar like an oath from the mouth of a German SS. ”

As long as you are the chosen one, you must know that this man known as the Duke of Sutherland is the deputy head of the "Royal Red Lion" of England, who is ranked thirty-first in the heavenly list. And the head of the Red Lion of England has always been only the crown prince.

"Loyalty is a virtue, whether to an empire or a nation. It's just that you shouldn't have annexed Europa back then, and let people from other countries lower your IQ......." Duke Sutherland opened his mouth and raised an electromagnetic gun at the same time to shoot at the Ouyu soldiers hiding in the wreckage of the train, the blue electric light pierced the poisonous mist, penetrated the steel siding of the train, and hit the Ouyu soldiers hiding behind, and the instant explosion occurred again, in the flashing gunfire, the Duke of Sutherland was fearless, facing the rain of bullets and raising the electromagnetic gun in his hand to shoot, in a place where there are conductive bodies everywhere, the high-energy electromagnetic gun is simply a killing weapon.

Sith the Clown shook his head and sighed, "It's so boring, there's no decent resistance at all. ”

But in a moment, there were not many Ouyu guards left who rushed over, and the Duke of Sutherland said lightly: "It has always been the case, the French are more suitable for cooking and surrendering, just as we English prefer to eat potatoes and be shit stirrer..... But your German cuisine isn't much better. The Duke of Sutherland put down his gun and said in a worried tone, "I hope you don't poison too many cooks this time, I'm already worried about what I'll have for lunch......"

Sith the Clown shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh, don't worry about things that far away, you may not survive until noon." ”

"I don't know how long I'll live, but I'm sure the two of us are ...... You must die before I ......." The Duke of Sutherland's tone was witty and light-hearted, and it did not feel like a vicious curse in the slightest.

"Oh, Lord Duke, who can say for sure that fate is such a thing? Perhaps both of us will die here to-day, and fate usually likes to play such unreasonable jokes. ”

The Ouyu Guardian appeared in front of him again, and the other party loudly ordered them to say the department, name, and password, Duke Sutherland waved his hand, and the warriors behind him scattered like ghosts, and immediately found a suitable attack position in the wreckage. The Sutherland Communists walked forward with their guns in their hands and said loudly, "I am the Sith, from Hell....... The password is....... Long live French cuisine!"

The sound of gunfire and the sound of electricity burning the air sounded at the same time, and the cramped culvert was full of red and blue ballistic tracks for a while, and the scene looked lively, but the result was already doomed from the beginning, the exoskeleton can effectively resist bullets, but it can't deal with electromagnetic guns, just like planes fighting tanks, this is a completely asymmetrical war.

As the team moved on, the Duke of Sutherland turned his head to look at the Sith the Clown and asked, "Where did we just go?"

"Speaking of fate......." Sith the Clown jumped onto the railroad tracks, put his hands in his pockets, and walked along the narrow tracks.

"The so-called fate, the vast majority of which are the disease-free moans of the weak who cannot control their lives. ”

The Clown Sith laughed "haha", standing on the railroad tracks and laughing back and forth, and the entire culvert was a sharp mockery of the Clown Sith for a while.

Sutherland shrugged his shoulders and said, "You didn't do anything to Grosvenor, did you? ”

"Of course, I just extracted a few of his teeth, and I didn't even need to live in ...... hospital."

"Thank you for your kindness. The Duke of Sutherland's tone was polite, and it didn't sound sarcastic at all, and after a pause he asked, "What is it that makes you so kind about the man named Seren you just met on the train?"

The clown Sith smiled "hehe" and asked in a low voice, "Will you kill someone who can help you take the blame......?"

"It turned out to be him...... That Chinese boy who forcibly detonated the poison gas?"

"That's right. ”

"Oh! Then we should really thank the Huaxia people for their generosity! There is no better Christmas gift than this! We have to thank the child named Selen, whose stupidity and impulsiveness will be our deadly weapon against the Taiji Dragon......" Sutherland's tone changed from light to regretful, "The young Chosen One felt that he could become a hero as soon as his mind was hot, but he didn't know that there were no heroes in reality, only sacrifice, and heroes were their own gravediggers......"

"Stupid, hero?" the Clown Sith shook his head as he raised his hand and shook his index finger, "Your Excellency, the so-called gentlemanly character of your English is nothing but hypocritical bluntness, and I see in you a kind of arrogance that goes deep into your bones. ”

"Thank you for your affirmation of me. The Duke of Sutherland said disapprehantly, "It is definitely something to boast of to be criticized by you." ”

"You will die of arrogance!" whispered the Sith the Clown.

"Before we do that, let's deal with the Grand Commander of France, Monsieur Michel. The Duke of Sutherland stopped, and now they had come to the second car of the car that had been hit, and the condition here was very normal, not only was the car not derailed, but the body was basically not damaged, only some broken glass. The glass fell to the ground one by one, reflecting a faint blue light, like the sparkling waves of the sea at night.

And not far in front of the front of the train, there was a curtain of pure blue light, and only the highest-level energy shield would emit such pure light. This light illuminated the entire culvert, and the neat rows of explosion-proof shields behind the light curtain and the Ouyu soldiers wearing exoskeletons were illuminated, and they sealed off the entire culvert tightly.

Right in the middle of the crowd, a man in a suit, wearing a gas mask, and carrying a black lockbox stood out.

"It's exciting time!" whispered the Sith the Clown, stepping on the railroad tracks, seemingly completely unconcerned about the muzzles of the guns pointed in their direction.

"You're going to go like this?" asked the Duke of Sutherland, surprised.

The Clown Sith said without looking back: "Just like you don't want me to die, Michelle also expects to catch a living me so that he can keep his position." ”

The Duke of Sutherland didn't say anything more, and made a gesture for his men to find a place to hide near the front of the car.

And the Clown Sith walked all the way to the middle of the open space between the front of the car and the Ouyu position, facing the blue light curtain and the deadly weapons of countless black holes. He didn't even take any weapons, he stood in front of the front of the car and held his hands into tubes, looking in the direction of Commander Michel like holding a telescope, and laughed unscrupulously: "You French are really good at running, and you have let me look for so long." ”

There was some commotion in the crowd, Michelle rolled his throat, and had to take a few steps forward, but he still didn't dare to stand in front, stopped behind the two rows of Ouyu guards, and responded loudly: "Sith the Clown, you didn't expect you to throw yourself into the net!

"Hey, Your Excellency, Commander......" Sith the Clown lowered his hand, crossed his hands on his waist, leaned forward and said, "Do you know what comedy really is, is it to make people laugh?" Sith the Clown straightened up and waved his index finger, "No, it's not just funny, it's ........" He waved his index finger around his temple, "Yes..... To provoke people to think..... Think about who the real clown is...... Is it the dead Philip generals? Is it the innocent poor people? Is it these loyal Ouyu guards? Or is it the ........ who fled everywhere with the God gene."

"Bastard! I don't know what you're talking about! You psychotic!" exclaimed, Michelle.

The clown Sith raised his hands and shook them a few times, and said with some panic: "No.... Don't be angry! Because when you are angry, you will exert all your strength, and others will know your true strength! So whenever and wherever you ......" he pointed to the void with his index finger, "keep smiling......."

"You madman! You executioner! You're going to go to eighteen layers of hell! Just put on a show, and you'll know what it means to regret ......."

"Mr. Michelle, these two lines of yours are so bad that I don't hear anything other than a sense of powerlessness..... Confidence, courage, strength...... This kind of thing, your heart is full of fear, don't let people easily hear that you are afraid, when they know, they will be even more unscrupulous....... Hahahaha......." The Clown Sith laughed irrepressibly.

"Shoot, shoot!" Commander Michelle shouted as he turned his head to look at the commander next to him, "Kill him for me!"

"Grand Commander..... Didn't you just say wait for Captain Lurte to come...... Catch them alive?"

"Kill him, kill him now!" said Grand Commander Michelle, gritting his teeth.

"But the shield will reduce the kinetic energy of the bullets!" the commander whispered, holding the gun.

"Won't you go out and fight them?" Michelle pointed to the Clown Sith, "and there are more than a dozen of them.....

"They've got electromagnetic guns! We're going to die. The commander said angrily.

Michelle gasped and said, "Waste! A bunch of useless waste! Then shoot through the shield....."

The commander waved his hand helplessly, and the muzzles of countless black holes sprayed red tongues of fire, and dense bullets passed through the blue water-like barrier, causing countless ripples on the surface of the protective shield.

"I like fools like you!" the Sith the Clown grinned as he pulled Oceanus, the Sword of the Water Bearer, from the void, and threw the Water Bearer at the spot where a machine gun was firing in the face of the rain of bullets. The Water Bearer turned into a blue streamer in the yellow-green poisonous mist, passing through the red bullet marks, and sticking straight into the black hole where the blue shield was hit by the machine gun.

The sound of the electric current sounded a few times, and the blue barrier disappeared into the culvert like the sea at low tide. Immediately after that, more than a dozen blue electric lights rushed towards the Ouyu guards from the direction of the front of the car, without the energy shield, the explosion-proof shield could not stop the electromagnetic gun, the explosion sounded everywhere, and each Ouyu soldier who wore the exoskeleton was like a large bomb, and the blood rain and lotus flesh pieces splashed in the culvert, and the miserable screams resounded throughout the culvert.

Suddenly the whole culvert turned into hell.

As soon as Grand Commander Michelle saw the energy shield disappear, he immediately turned around and ran. At this time, it was already out of the range of the explosion, and his personal guards, after hesitating, also left the Ou Yu guards who were resisting in front of him and followed.

The Clown Sith slowly walked towards the water bearer who had fallen to the ground, he bent down and picked up the blue light of the long sword at random, pulled a sword flower, and held the water bearer on his shoulder, chasing after the sporadic bullets that had turned into Michelle.

Sith the Clown licked his lips and stared at Michelle, who was running wildly, and whispered, "It's exciting....... Right away...... I'll be able to get a fun toy!"

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The robot dog was not able to avoid the debris effectively, and would make a noise when stepping on the glass and the debris of the carriage, but fortunately, the gunfire in the culvert was loud enough to completely drown out the sound of Cheng Mo and them marching. No one noticed that they were advancing towards the two sides that were fighting.

When he walked to the third carriage, Cheng Mo could see the clown Sith standing in front of the blue light curtain from a distance, and he whispered, "Stop!"

Everyone stopped and looked at him, Cheng Mo looked around and whispered, "The other party has an electromagnetic gun, we can't rush forward like this, we have to wait for them to fight, we will use daggers from behind...... You have to grab the electromagnetic gun...... Otherwise, there is no chance of winning. ”

Everyone nodded, and Gu Feifei asked anxiously, "Then I can't go on?"

"I, Du Leng and Fu Yuanzhuo will go, and the others will stay behind for a while, waiting for me to inform. Saying that, Cheng Mo took off the submachine gun hanging on his body and hung it on the tail of the mechanical dog, and then unloaded some of the remaining exoskeleton parts on his body, then turned to look at Du Leng and Fu Yuanzhuo and said, "You and Fu Yuanzhuo follow behind a little bit and cover me with an assault rifle." ”

Fu Yuanzhuo and Du Leng nodded, Cheng Mo walked on the train from the back door of the third car, the first few carriages of the hit train were basically intact, the fourth car was off the track, but it was not tilted, and the third car looked almost undamaged except for the broken glass window.

Cheng Mo walked along the aisle of the carriage, there was no light inside, only a faint poisonous fog filled. Cheng Mo slowed his steps, carefully distinguishing whether there was an enemy's breath from all the subtle sounds, but fortunately the gunfire had stopped at this time, and only the hoarse and strange voice of the clown Sith echoed in the distance, allowing him to use his enhanced hearing to catch the other party's movements.

When he walked to the No. 1 car, he finally heard the sound of conversation at the front of the car, Cheng Mo hurriedly stopped, hid at the junction of the No. 1 car and the No. 2 car, waved his hand back, and signaled Fu Yuanzhuo and Du Leng to stop and remain silent.

The three of them lurked in the dark and waited quietly, Cheng Mo closed his eyes and maximized his senses, and used sound to roughly lock the other party's position.

I don't know how long it took, but finally there was a violent gunfire ahead. Cheng Mo immediately opened his eyes, made a cover gesture to deal with Yuanzhuo and Du Leng, and cautiously walked out of the junction of the first and second carriages, bowed and lightly headed towards the front of the car, there were two people at the junction of the front of the car and the first car, there were three in the front of the car, and there were a few under the train, he couldn't tell.

Cheng Mo is not worried about whether he can deal with five people with his bare hands, he has the "Seven Sins Sect", and he doesn't need it at first, firstly, because he doesn't want others to know that he has an artifact, and secondly, when the Chosen One system is closed, the "Seven Sins Sect" cannot obtain energy, and can only rely on limited energy to use, and he must leave the good just on the blade.

Now there are no worries about these two aspects, the Chosen One system will be restarted immediately and it will be charged, there is no need to worry that the energy left in the Seven Sins Sect is not enough, Fu Yuanzhuo and Du Leng are also behind, presumably they will not be able to see the process.

In the fierce gunfire, Cheng Mo walked to the exit of the No. 1 carriage, he dodged against the siding, held his breath, determined the enemy's position again with his voice, silently took a deep breath, and directly hunched over and rushed into the connection between the No. 1 carriage and the front of the car, "Seven Sins Sect" From his hand, he shot at both sides of the carriage, only to see a white light almost as wide as the corridor directly penetrate the waists of the two terrorists who were caught off guard, cutting off the two people's waists, and as the bodies of the two people slid down, blood sprayed like a fountain, and the entire carriage connection was full of scarlet blood spots.

In the rain of blood, Cheng Mo waved the Seven Sins Sect with brilliance and convergence to split the narrow door into the cab at the front of the car, before the person entered the cab, the Seven Sins Sect drilled into it like a spiritual snake, and at the moment when the iron door was kicked down by Cheng Mo, the people inside also turned around, but before he could shoot, an unimaginable soft white light crossed his neck.

The man fell backwards, his head not completely off his neck, and when he slammed directly into the back of the seat, the flesh was completely torn off, and the heavy head wearing the helmet smashed on the floor with a muffled sound, and the blood shot like a water gun on the ceiling and the shattered windshield.

Cheng Mo's vision was blurred.

The other two people immediately turned around and shot, Cheng Mo thought about how to deal with it before he came in, and at the moment when the blue electric light erupted from the muzzle, he fell to the ground stiffly, just slashing through the seven sins of the person in the middle, and turned into a "T" shape towards the two ends, like an arrow that instantly shot through the heads of the two people who had nowhere to hide on the left and right........

Suddenly, a mixture of red and white brains covered the side wall panels of the entire cab.

Cheng Mo is really born to kill embryos, ordinary people do not go through a long period of practice, it is difficult to be ruthless to the enemy who is also a human being, without an adaptation process, almost subconsciously avoid the opponent's vital points, and try to cause less damage to the other party. But Cheng Mo belongs to the kind of person who makes a decision and will definitely implement it in place, and there is no soft-heartedness or hesitation.

"Come here!" Cheng Mo let out a low sigh, put away the Seven Sins Sect, climbed into the already bloody cab, picked up the electromagnetic gun that fell on the floor, hid behind the seat and aimed at the entrance of the cab.

The headless corpse in front of him was still bubbling with blood, and Cheng Mo ignored it, staring at the entrance of the cab, listening to the movement around him.

In the process of Fu Yuanzhuo and Gu Feifei running over, Cheng Mo heard a sound at his feet, he looked down and looked, it seemed to be a faint sound coming from the helmet headset on the head, he rested the heavy electromagnetic gun on the chair, pulled the trigger with his left hand, touched it twice with his right hand, grabbed the mask strap, lifted the head, listened to the conversation close to the position of the headset, and made sure that the other party had given up on the teammate on the head of the rescue car, and chased the French commander to the depths of the culvert.

At this time, Fu Yuanzhuo and Du Leng also rushed to the front of the car, and the two saw Cheng Mo squatting behind a headless corpse, holding his head and listening to something with his helmet attached, and everyone was stupid.

Fu Yuanzhuo couldn't bear to look at it, and subconsciously closed his eyes, Du Leng didn't hide, but he rolled his throat and couldn't speak for a long time.

Cheng Mo took the helmet off the head, then took out the headset, threw the dead white man's head aside as if nothing happened, got up and said, "Take the electromagnetic gun, let's go." ”

"Oh....... Oh!" Fu Yuanzhuo hurriedly opened his eyes, he still didn't dare to look inside the cab, and immediately turned around and picked up an electromagnetic gun at the connection, but he saw a corpse divided into two parts, he was frightened, and he fled from the subway.

However, Du Leng observed the smooth wounds of these dead people, blurred his eyes, and then took an electromagnetic gun handed over by Cheng Mo, and picked up an electromagnetic gun at the connection before getting out of the car.

Cheng Mo didn't care about being covered in blood, checked the wrists of the three people in the cab, and didn't find that Ulopolos got out of the car with two electromagnetic guns, and said in a low voice: "Catch up." This is our last chance, and in ten minutes you must go, Sith the Dead Clown, whether you kill it or not. ”

Everyone nodded with their guns in their hands.

At this time, a total of five electromagnetic guns were obtained, but there were six of them, and now there was one more electromagnetic gun in Cheng Mo's hand that was not assigned, and the ones who did not have a gun were Zhu Lingqi, who was injured in his right hand, and Guan Bojun, who did not dare to kill.

Cheng Mo's gaze looked at Zhu Lingqi and Guan Bojun, who were at the end, and Zhu Lingqi immediately took the initiative to say, "I can still shoot with one hand." ”

Cheng Mo shook his head, handed the electromagnetic gun to Guan Bojun, who was standing behind Zhu Lingqi, and said, "Don't think too much, your courage has been proven, and now is the time to become a hero." With that, he walked briskly towards the depths of the culvert.

Guan Bojun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Cheng Mo to hand over the weapon to him without hesitation, and Cheng Mo, who had always been serious and ruthless, didn't even mention the request, and expressed his trust, which made Guan Bojun have a complicated emotion flowing in his heart. He looked at Cheng Mo's bloodstained back, silently clenched the gun, and kept up with Cheng Mo's pace.

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