Today’s night in New York was a bit colder for some reason.

The howling cold wind swept away the clouds in the sky, revealing a bright moon, but the moon seemed to be shining red in a trance.

On the deserted highway, three cars drove slowly, ignoring the traffic regulations, and stopped directly next to the subway station.

The leader is a classic black Chevrolet Mustang. The muscular door opened, and a man dressed in a black suit, black shirt, black tie, black leather shoes, a black big back, and a black beard came out. The man with a black shotgun.

On the thin and cold face, the slightly melancholy tired eyes hide the burning anger.

The second car is the latest Porsche. What got out of the car was a man with short blond hair wearing a navy blue suit and a trench coat, which looked particularly irritating.

Carrying a handful of modified and enhanced M16 on his shoulders, chewing gum in his mouth. He wears a pair of sunglasses on his face that can be regarded as a custard boy, and he is not afraid of walking and falling to death in the middle of the night.

The last car is even more remarkable. Regardless of its nameless and unlicensed appearance, it has actually reached the highest level of sound except for the horn not sounding and everything else moving when it moves.

The man who got off from this unique car was even more different. Although in terms of height, appearance, and imposing manner, he was incomparable to the two in front of him, but he couldn't stand the spirit of the parents.

What's more, this mentally young man, with complete weapons and equipment, doesn't pretend to be a criminal. He saw a submachine gun in his left hand, a shotgun in his right hand, a desert eagle stuck in his waist, and a scimitar tied to his leg.

A weapon belt stuffed with bullets was wrapped around his chest, and two grenades hung by the way. There were two rockets stuck in the back, and the black warheads shone a terrifying cold light under the moonlight.

It's not over yet, Skoff pulled out two green iron boxes from the trunk again.

"Hey, you two help out, I can't carry so many things alone!"

The three heavily armed, angry, and furious men walked off the subway station with their guns and cannons. There happened to be a man and a woman near the platform, cuddling each other, and suddenly the three of them came down from above and hugged them tighter in fright.

Wick and Smith ignored them, and Skoff kindly reminded them: "If you don't want to die, you'd better not take the subway tonight."

The man also drank a little too much, was so full of alcohol, he put his arms around the woman in his arms, and his clothes were very simple. Don’t forget that it’s now in December. All that should be exposed and that should not be exposed. You are not afraid of colds. At first glance, you know that it’s not a good woman.

When these two scumbags heard what Skoff said, they thought that the three of them were here to scare them. Not only were they not afraid, but they quacked and laughed. The man even stepped forward and reached out to touch the shotgun in Wick's hand: "Brothers, play spy at night... Tsk tsk, this gun feels good, it looks real..."

Wick directly squeezed the trigger, and the bullet swept across the man's scalp, smashing the corner of the opposite wall, the only intact camera in this subway station.

"roll!"

Under Wick's cold eyes, the drunkard rolled his eyes and fell to the sky and fainted. As for the street girl, she screamed, abandoning her customers very unrighteously, and ran away by herself.

At this time, the lights in the subway station began to flicker slightly, and a train slowly drove out of the dark tunnel.

Looking at the door that opened automatically, the three of Wick glanced at each other and walked in without fear. Then the door closed immediately, and the train shook a few times and began to move forward slowly, but quickly increased its speed and drove into the dark tunnel again.

Smith opened the weapon box and took out the TNT explosives that had been filled with detonators, one of which was glued in each compartment. Finally, holding the remote control, said to Wick and Skoff: "I have set the time. Once I don't press the button to release the explosion before 2 o'clock in the morning tomorrow, these bombs will explode as well!"

Wick nodded and said coldly: "I have set it up too. If I don't go back at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, my personal mailbox will automatically send a reward order to everyone I know. With all my savings To offer a bounty, offer them a reward for destroying this midnight train!"

Skoff also opened his mouth and said: "Me too, it will be automatically sent to major websites and newspaper forums tomorrow, what we have discovered these days."

The three men stretched out their three fists and banged heavily in the air.

Fortunately, none of the three of them said something like "get married when you are done."

Just like last night, the train speed was getting faster and faster, and finally it suddenly braked. Fortunately, the three of Wick had been prepared this time to avoid the situation where Skoff was thrown out last time.

Looking at the fallen car window and the orange-red abandoned platform outside the window. Smith handed the bomb remote to Skoff, hiding behind the worst marksmanship, covering the back, and protecting the supply ammunition.

Then Wick and Smith, armed with guns, turned out the window and jumped onto the platform.

"Hi, bastard, here we are, come out?"

Smith yelled.

The voice of a strange man echoed all around: "Hehe, you are very unconvinced when you bring such a weapon. Let's give you a chance to perform. As long as you can kill all the monsters, let you see what you want. How about the people you met?"

The low and hoarse roar from far to near, under the orange-red light, countless black shadows were reflected, and they were rushing towards Wick and the others.

Wick took a deep breath, and the shotgun in his hand suddenly jumped to the side. In the standard three-point and one-line shooting posture, a single shot blasted a monster out of the darkness.

Suddenly, gunshots broke out on the platform, and bullets flew across.

In the train, Skoff held the Desert Eagle in one hand and the bomb remote control in the other. Once the situation is not good, he will detonate the bomb, desperately pulling this **** and terrifying midnight train to bury him.

At this time, the lights at the top of the carriage flickered, and Skoff's heart tightened, suddenly remembering something, and suddenly turning his head to look aside.

The black-clothed man, holding the huge hammer, stood in the opposite carriage at some unknown time, and looked at Skoff with no expression on his face.

"Fateful duel?"

For some reason, such an idea flashed through Skov's mind ~lightnovelpub.net.

He turned around, looked at the black-clothed man, suddenly slowly lowered his pistol, turned his hand and drew a machete.

At the same time, the train began to undergo weird changes. As the lights flickered, the originally silver-white car skin began to rust and peel off, revealing rusty iron skin.

And the originally shiny silver handrails have now become two rows of iron railings covered with rust, and the railings are covered with sharp hooks.

And on each hook, there was a **** corpse hanging upside down.

Human body.

The train seemed to be moving again, the carriage began to shake, and the body also shook, collided, and rotated. So that Skoff could see the tragic condition of these corpses more clearly, watching the corpses that were ripped apart and not staring at them, Skoff's body trembled slightly.

He was not out of fear, but a touch of excitement.

A trace of excitement.

It seemed that he had been looking forward to the picture before him for countless years.