Chapter 81 It’s best for you to be afraid!
In the dark night, a lightning flashed from the depths of the night. It pierced the sky and thunder shook the sky.
People on the road were stunned and accelerated their pace home. I'm afraid there will be heavy rain later.
However, if they could look to the sky and catch up with the speed of the thunder.
You will see a strange figure
More than thirty seconds later, Li Yelai has arrived above the target platform.
He released the dragon colt summons and quickly entered the platform carrying a big black umbrella.
Sure enough, as the subway approached, the sound of the beetles in Li Yelai's arms became more intense.
That gunman is on this subway!
"I finally found you!" Li Yelai felt excited. All that was left was to find the guy from the crowd.
And through the Bluetooth headset, he said to the night-time team: "I will board the car and look for the flying gunman."
This night-time team is also a shady personal guard group. He is also the handler who knows part of Li Yelai's plan.
“Okay, two colleagues will board the train with you to assist, and the other three will rush to all the stations of the next subway to prepare for the response.” A comrade who has been waiting for you for a long time. Response: "General Ye, the safety of the people must come first."
"Yes, I know. I will protect the people." Li Yelai responded and entered the subway car carrying a big black umbrella. .
Soon, the subway opened again. As the subway left the platform several hundred meters away, the accompanying beetle on Li Yelai was still making sounds.
This means that the Flying Gunman did not get off the train and was still on the subway!
The only thing left is to find him on the subway! Even with the ultimate weapon, he would not be a match for Ye Busuo and Li Yelai!
Because it was late at night, there were not many passengers on the subway.
Li Yelai picked up his big black umbrella and walked back and forth in the subway.
The Flying Gunman's psychic weapons were traded from Black Umbrella, a thin dog. There are five throwing spears, each about one meter long.
To conceal their psychic weapons, the Gunslingers either wear loose clothing and hide their weapons behind their backs.
Or, like a big black umbrella, hidden in some equipment.
Li Yelai glanced around, covering the beetle in his arms, hiding his voice as much as possible, and looked at the passengers beside him.
Looking past the carriages one by one.
However, something strange happened.
Just when Li Yelai found the third carriage, the sound of the beetle disappeared?
But obviously the subway has not stopped. It is still a few minutes away from the next platform.
"The sound disappeared!" Li Yelai quickly informed Ye Bushou: "Has anyone gotten off the train?"
"No, the subway is intact, no damage has occurred, and no doors or windows have been opened. " Ye Bushou responded quickly.
This shocked Li Yelai. The subway did not arrive at the platform, and no doors or windows were opened. How did the Flying Gunman disappear?
Judging from the previous sounds, he was indeed on the subway.
Is there something wrong? Did the Flying Gunman notice it in advance?
No, the other party should not know that they are being followed.
Could it be
Li Ye looked out the subway window and saw that the dark tunnel was like an abyss.
"Okay, I get it. No wonder I can't feel him when I walk through the streets. He can really hide!" Li Yelai's heart moved, and he immediately informed Ye Busu: "Please call the branch When the sound of the sign disappeared, where was the subway! He bought a ticket!"
On the other side, a strange figure stood outside the subway car, carrying a large bag of plastic bags and floating to the ground.
He wears a trench coat and has curly hair. Ignoring the subway going away, I walked in the dark underground tunnel.
He did board the subway, but not completely.
Soon, he came to a hidden safety door at the edge of the tunnel.
As he passed through the security door, he came to another empty tunnel.
This is an abandoned subway tunnel that was built before the disaster. Because the road was cut off, it was completely sealed and abandoned.
Now, it has become his safe house. Who can find them here?
They don't even appear in the sun.
He walked along the tunnel for a few minutes and came to the small camp he had built himself.
The camp is made of steel bars and iron sheets, with a strong wasteland style, and there is also a faint smell of blood. But he didn't care and entered the camp carrying a plastic bag.
What I saw was a man and a woman smoking.
The smoke from the two men was filled with smoke, but there were some bite marks on the man's face.
The Flying Gunman saw this and sneered: "Jackal, what have you done again?"
Before the smoking man opened his mouth, the woman smiled coquettishly and said: "I didn't plan to try something new, but I got caught in the face. As I said, people with extraordinary spirits are very resistant to psychic energy. I'm at a disadvantage. Right?"
Jackal's face darkened: "What do I care about such a dirty and skinny woman? I just wanted to clean her up because she was so smelly. Just one bite!"
"So." The woman sneered: "You stepped on her leg and broke it. In her current state, this will kill her!"
"A unique spirit! The legs are very good material." Jackal sneered and responded: "I also want to give my sword the ability to use the magic weapon. Now that Brother Feiqian has the magic weapon, it's my turn."
< br>"Why are you anxious? You will have it sooner or later. The more important thing now is to keep her alive!" Flying Gunman frowned and threw the plastic bag in his hand in front of the jackal: "A living soulless person is better than a dead one." "The Unrivaled Soul is much more expensive."
"Don't worry, she's not dead, but she's still not eating or drinking, and she's urinating, and our abilities are ineffective against her." The jackal took out the food from the plastic bag. He responded: "When you cut off her arm, you should have cut off her hands and feet as well."
The Flying Gunman walked deeper into the camp, and when he pushed open an iron door.
What you see is a terrifying picture.
It was a young woman in ragged clothes, her body was thin and pale.
Under the messy and withered hair, the originally delicate face was full of withering.
The slender left arm was shackled by a heavy shackle and hung on the wall.
The right hand was broken at the elbow and was wrapped in a thick bandage. The blood soaked into the gauze and looked very dirty.
She was sitting in the filth on the floor, her left calf already twisted and swinging out.
As if hearing the sound of the door opening, the woman opened her dull eyes.
Looking at the flying gunman.
This is the man who killed all his friends and relatives and cut off his own arm!
She tried to open her chapped lips, as if she was cursing, but she was too weak to make any sound.
The Flying Gunman didn't care about the woman's malice, but looked at the woman like she was peeping at a treasure.
This woman is so precious!
"Don't hold on, your fate has already been decided when I find out." Flying Gunman said with a smile. This will be his greatest wealth, even a treasure that can be traded with aristocratic families. It was really a blessing of fate that I was able to meet him.
However, at this moment, the Flying Gunman suddenly heard a strange sound.
'Pa-Da'
'Pa-Da'
'Pa-Da'
The sound came from far to near, as if it was some kind of dangerous footsteps. .
This made the Flying Gunman stand up suddenly, he felt the danger approaching!
Impossible, this place will obviously not be discovered by anyone, and there are traps set by him along the way. Why is it not triggered?
Not only him, but the jackals and women outside the house also heard the sound. They stood up in shock.
"What happened?" the woman shouted in surprise.
“Something is approaching!” The jackal raised his sword: “Take the Absolute Spirit away quickly!”
The Flying Gunman's expression changed: "Be careful! Don't be afraid!"
However, in the next second, the camp's steel fence shattered.
A majestic figure appeared in front of everyone.
He wears a bronze mask on his head, holds a halberd, and has thunder under his feet!
Under the copper surface, the double pupils are full of violent anger!
"You'd better be afraid!"
He danced his halberd with one hand, like the god of death wielding his sickle!
(I only have two thousand today, sorry. I’m getting engaged tomorrow, so I’m a bit busy.)
(End of this chapter)