Chapter 196

"Peers?"

The sensitive nerve made wick see the difference of the man in black at the first time. However, adhering to the principle that more is better than less, as long as the other party doesn't trouble himself, then wick doesn't bother to meddle in the other party's business.

The train started slowly. With the swaying of the carriage, the speed increased quickly and drove into the dark tunnel in the blink of an eye.

The carriage shook like a cradle. Before long, Smith lay across the seat and snored loudly. Wick sighed and looked at Smith with complex eyes. Are men's married lives so miserable?

"... I solemnly give you a suggestion. Wash your hands in a golden basin..."

Smith's words revolved around wicker. Wicker thought. After some time, the man in black stood up and alerted wicker.

Wick stretched out his hand and pressed it on his waist. He seemed indifferent, but in fact he stared at the man in black. The burly, cold-blooded man in black passed in front of him and walked to the next carriage.

Wick breathed a sigh of relief. After watching the door close, he glanced at Smith, who was still sleeping, snorted, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of him.

"Tut Tut, brother Smith, how much will you spend to redeem this picture?"

Just when wick suddenly had a bad taste and thought about taking tricky photos of Smith, a tall thin man with a camera passed them quickly.

Wick frowned slightly, looked suspiciously at the man's back, hesitated for a moment, and he got up and followed.

It was midnight and there were not many passengers on the last train. After the man in black left wake, who was obviously not easy to mess with, he found that the car behind was empty, and then walked back. There was only a blind man sitting in the next car.

The man in black didn't choose to do it until he walked into the third carriage.

Looking at the three men and one woman who were obviously drunk and attracted Hi, the man in black silently felt a huge silvery steel hammer from the black suitcase in his hand.

Then in the blurred eyes of the four people, the man in black smashed it mercilessly.

"My God!"

Hiding behind the car door and watching the blood flying in front of him, scoff felt an impulse to go to the bathroom. Clamp your legs, tremble your hands and shoot quickly.

However, without waiting for him to take a few pictures, the man in black, who was killing, found him and immediately chased him with a bloody sledgehammer.

Scoff really couldn't hold up. He turned his head and ran back while opening the gate to release the water. He looked up and saw that wick, who was about to open the door and come in, hurriedly shouted, "run, kill!"

As soon as wick's pupil shrinks, he looks at the man in black who strides out of the opposite carriage with a sledgehammer in his hand. Without hesitation, he pulls out his pistol: "get down!"

"I wipe!"

Scoff looked at Shuaibi from the other side, pulled out his gun and hurriedly drilled into the seat next to him.

In fact, before scoff dodged, wick had aimed at the man in black and pulled the trigger quickly. Just listen to "bang" and "Dang", the sledgehammer in the black man's hand blocked the bullet shot by wick.

The stray bullet flew around in the carriage. After being ejected in several directions, it finally rubbed scoff's head tightly and shot into the seat back opposite. It directly asked scoff to release the last bit of water.

"Man, can you? Aim, no, I can't change it. "

Scoff's words didn't have any impact on wick. Although he looked a little stunned, the muzzle of his gun was not disordered, and he pulled the trigger steadily.

"Bang Bang..."

Three shots, standard Mozambican shooting, two in the trunk and one in the head.

Unfortunately... It was all blocked by the man in black with a hammer.

"This guy... Is not an ordinary person!"

Wick narrowed his eyes and looked cautiously at the man in black coming towards him. In his opinion, the man in black is full of flaws. According to his shooting method, he should have shot his head long ago.

But why can he stop bullets with a hammer every time?

One can be said to be a coincidence, four times all?

"... I only know that contact with him will be unlucky for no reason..."

Somehow, Smith's words came to wick's mind.

"Is it true that Mr. Smith is right that as long as he has contact with Sharon, he will be unlucky?" Wick immediately shook his head, "how can it be that he is a firm materialist and how can he superstitious about such things."

At this time, the man in black had come to the middle of the carriage. Like scoff, the blind man curled up in his seat with his head in his arms suddenly stretched out his blind stick. Unfortunately, he just inserted it into the man in black's feet, tripped him and fell into the mud.

“……”

For a moment, wick didn't know what to say.

The murderous boss in the last second tripped over a thin and long blind stick and lay on the ground.

The change of painting style is a bit overwhelming.

However, wick was only a little stunned for a moment, then raised the muzzle of the gun and opened the back of the black man's head with one shot.

The red and white splashes drenched scoff's face.

He vomited the unidentified object flying into his mouth, shivered his legs, stood up, carefully bypassed the body of the man in black, hid behind wick, and whispered, "should this guy be dead?"

Wick looked at the man in black with his head open, frowned and said, "I must be dead. If I don't die, I'll..."

For some reason, wick's heart trembled and didn't say anything.

The blind man who made great contributions also stood up and groped for his way out. As soon as scoff wanted to help him, the man in black suddenly grabbed the blind man's ankle and dragged him to the ground.

"Oh, my God, what's going on?"

Scoff jumped three feet high and hid behind wick faster.

Wick was glad he hadn't finished talking just now. He raised his gun and shot all the remaining bullets in one breath.

Then when he quickly changed his magazine, the man in black, who had been beaten on his back like a horse honeycomb, straightened up slowly, picked up the hammer on one side, and smashed the poor blind man's head with one hammer.

"Damn it!"

Scoff was very ungrateful and turned around and ran away.

Looking at the man in black who stood up again, he said that wick didn't panic. It was false, but as a brother in the killer world, the male god in the circle, even if he ran away, he had to have demeanor.

Wick fired two shots at the black man's knee, then turned around and walked on his two long legs. Saya ran away. Before scoff reacted, he surpassed scoff.

Although he was shot in both knees, the disabled man in black still insisted on holding a hammer and limping to wake up to wick and scoff.

It's just a little slow.

After wick and scoff passed the empty carriage, the man in black reluctantly opened the door of the carriage.

"Smith, you drunkard, don't sleep with TMD."

Wick could not care about the image of his male god, and even the dirty words came out. He flew up and kicked Smith: "get up and run. If you don't run, you'll have to explain here."

Smith just opened his eyes vaguely. The door of their carriage opened. A uniformed subway staff came in and shouted, "I'm the conductor. What are you doing?"