The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 354 Midnight Train, hidden murderous intention 2
A billboard advertising Converse sneakers hung alone beside the dark tunnel. The weak fluorescence tried its best to break through the blockade of thick cobwebs and dust, reflecting the roaring train.

There seemed to be no one in the carriage at the end. A few balls of dry yellow cigarette butts and hamburger wrappers were rolling back and forth with the slight bumps of the car, but they stopped strangely in an empty corner.

"You are too reckless...Oh, forget it." Michelle kicked away the garbage at her feet, looked at Nan's proud look of coming to praise me, and closed her mouth helplessly.

She grabbed the other person's fleshy round face as if out of anger, and ruthlessly inflicted just punishment.

"Stay there and don't move. I'll contact the outside...?"

Michelle was speechless and pressed the phone in surprise. The pale blue fluorescent screen was blank, and there was no signal at all.

She tried several times without believing in evil, and her face became more and more solemn.

Although the infrastructure of the Federation has always been poor, it is normal to not receive mobile signals in the subway, but this is a special model produced by the intelligence agency, and it should be able to dial emergency communications anyway.

The relevant training she received made her instinctively want to retreat temporarily, but after glancing at Caroline's hopeful eyes, she hesitated for a moment and changed her mind.

This is New York! In the heart of the government, all dangerous entities that could pose a threat have been eradicated long ago. It is impossible to allow any powerful guy to act recklessly. Most of them are just a few depraved people who collude with gangsters.

In her hand she held a small, jet-black short tube, about the same thickness as a cigar. This is a specially designed anesthesia gun by the official organization. It is easy to carry and easy to operate. Its power can easily knock down a bull. It can also be hidden from security inspections and brought into various situations. It is specially provided for psychic mediums and other extraordinary consultants with weak bodies. For self-defense.

"Nan, start telepathic communication, let's go take a look ahead."

……

"Let me do it." They had been briefly introduced on the way. Knowing that one of them was childish and the other was not good at fighting, Siona secretly pinched a hard ring under her sleeve, then volunteered, stood at the front of the team, and led A few people moved forward lightly.

——Be alert, there are screams ahead!

The cold metal touch gently rubbed against her palms, and the compartment door quietly opened a gap. Her movements suddenly stopped, and her delicate auricles trembled slightly, sending a silent warning in the network of her soul.

Bang, bang, bang, the wheels were speeding, making a dull crashing sound at the intersection of the tracks. It buzzed and echoed in the train, but it was difficult to conceal the frightened screams and curses hidden underneath.

……

"If you want money, I can give it to you..." The black gangster in a leather jacket waved the switchblade wildly and shouted at the figure in front of him.

"...But get away from me, I'm not as easy to bully as that bitch!" Although his words were pretending to be fierce, his voice was hoarse and trembling, revealing a hint of sternness and inner remorse. He was obviously extremely frightened.

I can’t help but be afraid! Seven or eight rows of seats away, a tall and burly figure turned his head silently, revealing a stiff and dull face of a middle-aged white man.

The gray and black suit is neat and tidy, with a neat crop. It is the most common and standard corporate employee dress in this metropolis. However, the briefcase that should be in his hand is now exaggerated and fishy. replaced by the murder weapon.

It was half a foot in size. The ferocious bone-crushing steel hammer was raised high, and a little bit of scarlet and pale viscous substance dripped, adding a few gorgeous flowers of death among the rust and stains on the floor. As for its source , it can also be seen at a glance:
At his feet, the Asian girl who was alive and kicking more than ten minutes ago was drowning in a pool of blood. Her youthful face covered by heavy makeup had turned into an irregular mosaic. Her hands and feet, which were still warm, were under the influence of residual bioelectricity. Driven by it, he twitched slightly like a skinned frog on the dissecting table, trying in vain to retain the rapidly passing vitality.

Seeing that the hard and soft words were ineffective, the black man's eyes flashed with fierceness. He summoned up a fierce spirit and showed his rich experience in street fighting. He struck first and struck him in the face with a feint, but the knife slanted downwards midway, insidiously. The ground is inserted into the lower abdomen that is not covered by bones.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to touch his clothes, the man seemed to have no reaction and still had no intention of moving. The black man breathed a sigh of relief. This guy must be a lunatic who suddenly went crazy. He only looked stronger and had no intention of fighting. experience.

But at this moment of slight relaxation, his eyes flashed, as if a group of silver-gray light and shadow rushed in quickly, carrying a violent roar of wind, followed by a strong and short-lived pain that quickly traveled from his forehead to his whole body. The black man only had time to let out a short scream. His whole body was like an anvil that had been hit by a giant hammer, and he fell backwards, like a torn bag falling softly to the ground.

Hot red blood sprayed out from more than a dozen wounds, and the broken bones and muscles loomed underneath. The bones were shattered by the force of the hammer!
A clean, one-shot kill.

The man took out the curved knife stuck in his clothes, casually crushed it into a ball of scrap metal and threw it away. The corners of his stiff mouth turned up, as if he was very satisfied with his victory.

But just like bosses and employees, Party A and Party B, these individuals who should theoretically be in the same camp often have different opinions on specific things.

"Mahogany!" The door in front of the car clacked and was violently pushed open. A thin man wearing a train driver's uniform rushed out in a gust of wind. He pulled off the big cap on his head and threw it hard on the other person's face in anger. .

"You don't understand Ta Ma, do you? How many times have you said this? Try to capture the prey completely. What is needed is fresh flesh and blood, not a puddle of expired discounted meat sauce from the supermarket! Let me make it clear, now it is not It’s time for you to become a slaughterhouse serial killer and obey orders!”

He moved his eyes, pointed at the hole in the clothes on the tall man's belly with gritted teeth, and continued to spit.

"And do you think you are immortal? With only a half-baked body transformation, what I have to pull out is a gun, and today's job will be ruined!"

"I got it, Mr. Tony." Mahogany just turned a deaf ear to his almost humiliating insult and replied coldly and distantly. Then he squatted down and wiped the steel hammer on the corpse's clothes. It was as if he was a beautiful and intimate lover, whose perverted and fanatical temperament was evident in words.

Looking at his partner who was so angry, Tony wanted to burst into flames in his eyes. If this mission wasn't so taboo and he could only send some scum that could be discarded at any time, he would have reported to the superiors and replaced him. .

"Remember this, this is the last time!"

He growled angrily: "The delivery girl we caught last time is going to be used up soon. If there is no more fresh food, we won't be able to eat it. We just have to walk around!"

(End of this chapter)