Chapter 206

"Scoff, magazine, prepare the magazine!"

Smith roared, shot the last bullet of M16 in his hand, pulled out his pistol, shot and retreated to the train.

But when he looked back, he found that scoff, who had just been hiding in the car, had disappeared out of thin air.

And not only scoff himself, but also the weapons and ammunition they prepared went missing.

Surprised, Smith hurried to look in the direction of wick and was ready to make a reminder. But the moment he turned his head, the surrounding scene changed dramatically.

What strange train, what abandoned platform, what terrible monster, all disappeared in this moment, replaced by familiar and warm furniture decoration.

Even the trained Smith is not only in a trance at this time.

He never thought that he would return home from the subway station just by turning his face.

The long table was full of exquisite food. Five red candles were lit on the pure gold Candlestick, reflecting the whole room. The atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous.

The beautiful wife sat across the table and looked at Smith with a smile: "sit down and eat. What are you doing?"

"No... i... just..."

Smith opened his mouth and stammered but didn't know what to say.

"What's the matter with you?" The beautiful woman stood up and walked over. She took off Smith's windbreaker and said softly, "is it too tired to work? Eat quickly, then take a bath and have a good rest. "

Smith's thoughts had been completely disturbed. With the help of the beautiful woman, he sat vaguely on his seat, looked at the dishes on the table, and hesitated: "what day is it today? How is it so rich?"

"Hum, I knew you forgot." The beautiful woman sat on Smith's lap and said with a whiny smile, "one day she thought about work and even forgot our wedding anniversary."

"Wedding anniversary?"

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him and feeling the fullness of his thighs, Smith was not only a little upset, but also stretched out his hand to hug the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman stood up with a smile, avoided Smith's claws, sat across the table, smiled and said, "eat first, then..."

Smith had already forgotten all about the war in the subway. He picked up his knife and just wanted to start.

Suddenly, a hurried telephone ring rang in the living room. The beautiful woman's face changed. She put her hate on the knife and gave Smith a white look. Smith scratched his head apologetically, got up quickly, went to the living room and picked up the antique landline microphone.

"Hello, this is the Smith residence..."

Before Smith finished, a woman's shrill scream suddenly came from the microphone: "husband... God, where are you? Come and save me... "

"What happened?" Smith was stunned. "Who are you, wrong number?"

"... Smith, you heartless bastard, you can't even hear your own wife's voice?"

"No, my wife is at home now, right next to me..."

Smith felt guilty for some reason and subconsciously turned to look at the restaurant. I saw the beautiful woman standing at the door of the restaurant, her slim figure leaning on the door frame, but her face was hidden in the dark because she didn't turn on the light.

"... damn it, you heartless man, have you forgotten me in such a short time..."

The last sentence was like thunder. Smith was so frightened that he threw the microphone out. But a strange scene appeared. The microphone floated in the air out of thin air, like a poisonous snake, twisting its head in the air.

"... I gave you everything, but you forgot me, betrayed me and abandoned me..."

"... I'm your wife, Smith. Tell me who I am..."

Smith retreated in horror until his back hit the wall. He hurriedly turned and ran to the restaurant, but the beautiful woman who had been there before had disappeared.

The dishes placed on the table also revealed their true appearance at this time.

The hot heart, lying quietly on the plate, is still beating slightly

Smith retched, pulled out his pistol and looked around in horror: "honey, where are you? Come out, let's get out of here, come on... "

Behind him, the microphone still chased him and shouted wildly: "don't dream, you bastard, you forgot my name... I will follow you forever and let you live in regret and pain forever..."

"Shut up, shut up!"

Smith couldn't stand it any more. He suddenly turned around and smashed the microphone with one shot.

Looking at only half of the microphone left, he fell powerlessly from the air, and Smith's brain also suffered from sudden and severe pain. It seems that the same bullet went into his head and exploded inside.

However, the sudden pain disappeared quickly.

Just for a moment, it was like a flash of lightning.

Smith shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth and looked up.

Then he was stunned.

A woman was lying on the floor in front of her, with blood on her chest and blood flowing under her body.

A big hole was made in her chest and her heart was missing.

"No... Jane... No!!!"

Smith finally remembered his wife's name.

***

Wick skillfully uses Mozambican shooting skills and uses a shotgun to repel monsters one after another. But wick neglected one thing. There were hundreds of monsters, but why did they come forward and die one by one?

In the continuous fighting and killing, wick forgot one thing, that is, he should have run out of bullets. However, the muzzle of his gun still emits fire, and bullets are always inserted in the bullet belt he carries with him.

In his eyes, there were only ferocious monsters coming. He didn't notice it at all, and the light around him became darker and darker. The orange light fades and is replaced by darkness like ink.

The darkness gradually swallowed the subway, the platform and everything around.

Finally, even those monsters no longer ran out of the darkness and seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.

Wick was surprised and suddenly reacted. Looking around, the world was shrouded in darkness. He couldn't see anyone else except himself.

"Click, click..."

The deafening thunder and a rugged and dazzling lightning flash across the sky, like a pair of scissors tearing open the heavy black fog and showing everything around wick.

The cold rain fell from the sky, and in a moment wick was soaked in soup. It turned out that at this time, wick was standing in a cemetery where the edge could not be seen at a glance. All kinds of tombstones reflected startling light under the shining lightning.

But wick didn't care, because in front of him stood a dark tombstone.

A picture of a woman was pasted on the tombstone, and a line of words was engraved under the picture: "my beloved Helen is sleeping at this time"!

Wick's lips trembled slightly, squatted down slowly, reached out and gently stroked the tombstone.

With the cold touch and the memory of the tide

Yes, in the battle at the subway station, although he finally defeated the man in black, he didn't save his fiancee at the last minute.

I watched her like that, and she swallowed her anger in her arms.

"So what are you doing today?"

Wick looked at the pistol that appeared in front of the tombstone at some unknown time, took a deep breath and reached for it.

"Yes, I came today to be with my beloved forever!"

He put his hand on the picture on the tombstone, raised his pistol and put it on his forehead.

A moment later, the gun rang out!