I'm a Detective In the Marvel World

Chapter 204

Today's new york night, I do not know why it is particularly cold.

The howling cold wind blew away the clouds in the sky, revealing the bright moon, but the moon seemed to flash red in a trance.

On the empty road, three cars came slowly. Ignoring the traffic regulations, they stopped directly next to the subway station.

The leader is an old black Chevrolet Mustang. The door full of muscle feeling opens and out comes a man dressed in black suit, black shirt, black tie, black leather shoes, black back, black beard and a black shotgun.

On the thin and cold face, the pair of slightly melancholy and tired eyes hide the burning anger.

The second car is the latest Porsche. A man with short blond hair dressed in a navy blue suit and a windbreaker appears to be particularly coquettish.

Carrying a modified enhanced M16 on his shoulder, he kept chewing gum. It can be regarded as butter Xiaosheng's face, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and he is not afraid of walking and falling dead in the middle of the night.

The last car is even worse. Although it is nameless and unlicensed, it is not beautiful, but in fact it has reached the highest level of sound and wheel movement except that the horn doesn't sound.

From this unique car, the men who came down are different. Although they can't compare with the two handsome people in front in terms of height, appearance, momentum and so on, they can't stand the spirit of people's parents.

What's more, the spiritual guy is well armed and not like the two pretenders. He saw a submachine gun in his left hand and a shotgun in his right hand. He had a desert eagle in his waist and a dog leg machete tied to his leg.

A weapon belt full of bullets was wrapped around his chest, and two grenades were hung by the way. Behind them were two rockets, dark warheads, flashing a terrible cold in the moonlight.

Before it was over, scoff pulled out two green iron boxes from the trunk.

"Hey, you two help me. I can't carry so many things alone!"

Three heavily armed, angry and angry men walked down the subway station with guns and guns. There happened to be a man and a woman near the platform. They were cuddling together. Suddenly, the three goods came down from above and hugged more tightly.

Wick and Smith ignored them. Scoff kindly reminded them, "if you don't want to die, you'd better not take the subway tonight."

The man also drank a little too much. He was full of wine and hugged the woman in his arms. His clothes were also very simple. Don't forget that it's December. What should be exposed and what should not be exposed are all exposed. They are not afraid of cold. They know that they are not good family women at a glance.

When the two silly goods heard what scoff said, they thought that the three of them came to frighten themselves. Instead of being afraid, they giggled. The man stepped forward and touched the shotgun in Wick's hand: "brothers, play Cosplay at night... Tut Tut, this gun feels good, it looks like real..."

Wick pulled the trigger directly, the bullet swept along the man's scalp and smashed the only intact camera in the subway station in the opposite corner.

"Get out!"

Under Wick's cold eyes, the drunkard turned his white eyes and simply fell to the ground and fainted. As for the woman standing on the street, she screamed, very ungrateful, abandoned her customers and ran away first.

At this time, the lights in the subway station began to flicker slightly, and a train slowly drove out of the dark tunnel.

Looking at the automatically opened door, wick looked at each other and walked in without fear. Then the door closed immediately. The train shook a few times and began to move forward slowly, but soon picked up speed and drove into the dark tunnel again.

Smith opened the weapon box and took out TNT explosives with detonators. One was stuck in each compartment. Finally, he took the remote control and said to wick and scoff, "I have set the time. Once I don't press the button to disarm the explosion before two o'clock tomorrow morning, these bombs will explode!"

Wick nodded and said coldly, "I've set it up. If I don't go back at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, my personal email will automatically send a reward order to all the people I know. Take all my savings as a reward for destroying the midnight train! "

Scoff also said, "me too. Tomorrow, we will automatically send it to the major websites and newspaper forums. What we have found these days."

Three men, stretching out three fists, hit heavily in the air.

Fortunately, none of them said anything like "get married when you're done".

As last night, the train was speeding faster and faster, and finally suddenly braked. Fortunately, the three of wick were prepared to avoid the situation that scoff was thrown out last time.

Look at the falling windows and the orange abandoned platform outside the window. Smith gave the bomb remote control to scoff and let the worst shot hide behind, cover the back road and protect the supply ammunition.

Then wick and Smith, armed, turned out of the window and jumped onto the platform.

"Hey, asshole, here we are. Come out?"

Smith shouted loudly.

A strange man's voice echoed around: "ha ha, you seem unconvinced to bring such weapons. Well, give you a chance to perform. As long as you can kill all the monsters and let you see the people you want to see, how about? "

The low, hoarse roar from far to near, reflected countless dark shadows under the orange light, and is rushing towards wick and others.

Wick took a deep breath and suddenly jumped aside with his shotgun. In the standard three o'clock first-line shooting position, one shot blew a monster out of the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a loud gunfire on the platform and bullets flew sideways.

Inside the train, scoff held the desert eagle in one hand and the bomb remote control in the other. Once the situation was bad, he detonated the bomb and tried his best to pull the midnight train full of blood and terror for burial.

At this time, the light at the top of the carriage flickered. Scoff's heart tightened. He suddenly remembered something and suddenly turned his head to the side.

The man in black, holding the huge hammer, did not know when to stand in the opposite carriage and looked at scoff expressionless.

"A fatalistic duel?"

Such an idea flashed through scoff's mind for some reason.

He turned and looked at the man in black. Suddenly, he slowly put down his pistol and pulled out a machete.

At the same time, the train began to change strangely. Between the flashing lights, the original silver white car began to rust and peel off, revealing the rusty iron sheet.

But originally silver glittering handrail, at this time also became two rows of iron railings full of rust, railings hung with a sharp hook.

On each hook, a bloody body hung upside down.

Human bodies.

The train seemed to move again, the carriage began to shake, and the body shook, collided and rotated. So that scoff could see the tragedy of these bodies more clearly. Looking at the bodies that were ripped open and died in peace, scoff's body trembled slightly.

He felt a little excited, not because of fear.

A glimmer of blood boiling excitement.

It seems that he has been looking forward to the picture in front of him for countless years.