Gunfire provided a brief respite from the darkness of the tunnel.
The light shone on Fagga's ghostly shadow.
One second it was on the ground, smashing its companion's armor with a single paw.
The next second it was already pressed against the train wall, suddenly swooped down and pinned the person to the ground, slashing the person's throat with its claws, causing blood to gush out.
He was like a completely elusive shadow, appearing and disappearing in an instant, as if bullets from guns were circling around him.
The tattered radio was shot down and trampled on several times, the windows started to leak air, and a shell casing would fall from the roof from time to time. Even his colleagues had many bullet holes on their bodies.
But only Fagga!
Only Fagar was spared from being hit by a single bullet!
The fake sheriffs on the train could only watch helplessly as he came and went without a trace, ending lives one by one with the speed of a whirlwind.
The bodies of all the fake sheriffs lay in a path, and Fagga walked through the pool of blood, gazing at the last survivor.
The last survivor clutched his heart, his face filled with terror, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.
He pushed his hands back, and the sticky sensation from his palms made him even more terrified, causing him to shrink back involuntarily.
Even when he bumped his head on the seat, he didn't dare to cry out in pain. He clung to the seat as if it were a lifeline, as if that would give him a sense of security.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
As Fagar closed in, the survivors collapsed and wailed in despair.
Fagar narrowed his eyes, then suddenly squatted down, grabbed the survivor's hair, and looked him in the eye, asking, "How many more carriages are there?"
The survivor, his eyes vacant and his breath coming in gasps, dared not refuse to answer under the gaze of Fagga's crimson eyes: "There's... one more carriage."
Thank you.
Fagga released his grip and immediately slapped the survivor across the face.
The survivor's neck tilted to the side, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.
In his last glimpse of life, he saw the monster that killed him slowly stand up and open the door of the last carriage.
"That monster is coming! Open fire!"
As soon as Fagar opened the door, he was greeted by dozens of cold guns, their dark muzzles all pointed at him. Without warning, the guns spewed fire, and countless bullets poured out at the same time!
Although the officers on the train were not real sheriffs, but rather people sent by Vision Industries in disguise.
But that doesn’t mean they’re stupid. How could they remain indifferent when such a commotion was happening in the front carriage?
Therefore, as soon as Fagga entered, he was given a great gift!
"All the brothers in the front carriage are dead! If you don't want to die, hurry up and change your magazines, give it your all! Even if you're holding a pistol, you'd better fire at the rate of a machine gun!"
Clearly, a leader has been elected for this carriage.
Under the leader's command, all firepower was unleashed, determined to take down Fagar at all costs!
"Those who have run out of bullets, lie down and reload! Don't block the brothers behind you!" the leader roared, his voice hoarse even amidst a hail of bullets.
Suddenly, one of the henchmen shouted, "Boss, that monster has opened a strange umbrella!"
"What's wrong with an umbrella? Can an umbrella stop an ether bullet?"
The leader glared angrily at his underling, but seeing the underling's aggrieved expression, he realized something was wrong and abruptly turned to look in the direction of Fagga.
An open umbrella blocked the entire carriage door, and countless bullets were piled up in front of it, yet the umbrella didn't even have a single hole in it.
Such a sturdy umbrella?
The leader couldn't help but think this, but not long after, the quick-witted man sensed something was amiss.
That strange sound is... the wind?
Why is there a sound of wind in the train?
The tunnel was very dark, and he had to squint and look very carefully to find a clue.
The car door... is open?
It wasn't the doors connecting the carriages that were opened, but rather the doors leading from the carriages to the outside!
The leader suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a crazy idea surged into his mind.
He suddenly realized something and yelled shrilly, "Lie down!"
Everyone was taken aback, not understanding what their leader intended to do.
But the leader had already dropped to the ground and was shouting like a madman, "Quick, lie down, lie down! Are you deaf, you son of a bitch? Lie down for me!"
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