"Skoff, magazine, prepare the magazine!"

Smith yelled, slapped the last bullet of M16 in his hand, drew out his pistol and fired it while retreating to the train.

But when he turned around, he found that Skoff, who had just been hiding in the carriage, had disappeared out of thin air at this time.

And not only Skoff himself, the weapons and ammunition they prepared, also disappeared with them.

Smith was taken aback, and hurriedly looked in the direction of Wick, ready to speak to remind him. But the moment he turned his head, the surrounding scene changed drastically.

What weird trains, abandoned platforms, and terrifying monsters all disappear at this moment, replaced by familiar and warm furniture decorations.

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

He would never have thought that, with just a twist of his face, he would return home from the subway station.

The long dining table was filled with exquisite food, and five red candles were lit on the pure gold candlestick, reflecting the atmosphere of the whole room a little ambiguous.

The beautiful wife was sitting across from the dining table, looking at Smith with a smile: "Sit down and eat, what are you doing in a daze?"

"It's not... I... just..."

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

"What's the matter with you?" The beautiful woman stood up and walked over, taking off Smith's trench coat intimately, and said softly, "Is it too tired at work? Hurry up to eat, then take a bath and take a good rest."

Smith's thoughts have been completely disrupted. With the help of the beautiful woman, he sat on his seat in a daze, looked at the table full of dishes, and hesitated: "What day is it today, why is it so rich?"

"Hmph, I knew you forgot." The beautiful woman sat on Smith's lap and said with a chuckle, "Every day I think about work, even our wedding anniversary is forgotten."

"Wedding anniversary?"

Seeing the beautiful face in front of him and feeling the fullness of his thighs, Smith was not only a little confused, but he reached out to hug the beautiful woman.

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

Smith had already forgotten everything about the battle in the subway just now, picked up the knife, and just wanted to start.

Suddenly a rapid telephone ringing rang in the living room, and the beautiful woman's face changed, she hated her on her dinner knife, and gave Smith a white look. Smith scratched his head apologetically, quickly got up and walked to the living room, picking up the antique landline microphone.

"Hey, this is Smith House..."

Before Smith could finish speaking, a woman's screams suddenly came from the microphone: "Husband... God, where are you? Come and save me..."

"What's the situation?" Smith was stunned. "Who are you, did you make a mistake?"

"...Smith, you **** with no conscience, you can't even hear your own wife's voice?"

"No, my wife is at home right now, by my side..."

Smith felt a little guilty for some reason, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the restaurant. I saw the beautiful woman standing at the entrance 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, you grumpy man, in such a short time, have you forgotten me..."

The last sentence was like thunder, and Smith threw the microphone out in a flash. But a strange scene appeared, the microphone floated in midair out of thin air, like a poisonous snake, with its head up and twisting in the air.

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

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

Smith backed away in horror, until his back hit the wall before he reacted. He hurriedly turned around and ran to the restaurant, but the beautiful woman who was still there before has disappeared.

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

The heart radiating heat, lying quietly on the plate, was still beating slightly...

Smith retched, pulled out his pistol, and looked around in horror: "My dear, where are you? Come out, let's escape here, quickly..."

Behind him, the microphone was still chasing after him, yelling frantically: "Don't dream, you bastard, you forgot my name... I will always follow you, let you live in regret and pain forever Among..."

"Shut up, shut up for me!"

Smith couldn't stand it anymore and turned around abruptly, smashing the microphone with one shot.

Seeing only half of the microphone left, falling from the air feebly, Smith's brain also felt abrupt and severe pain. It seemed that the same bullet hit his head and exploded inside.

However, the sudden pain came and disappeared quickly.

Just for an instant, it was like a flash of lightning passing by.

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 across her body.

A big hole was punched in her chest, and her heart was missing.

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

Smith finally remembered his wife's name.

***

Wick skillfully uses Mozambique's shooting skills, and uses his shotgun handsomely and neatly to repel one monster after another. It's just that Wick neglected one thing. There were hundreds of monsters, but why did they come forward and die one by one?

In the constant fighting and killing, Wick had forgotten one thing, and that was that his bullets should have been shot out. But his muzzle still emits fire, and there are always bullets in the bullet belt that he carries with him.

Only the terrifying monsters rushing in his eyes, he didn't notice it at all, and the light around him became dim. The orange-red light faded and replaced by ink-like darkness.

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

In the end, even those monsters never rushed out of the darkness, and seemed to be swallowed by the darkness.

Wick was shocked and reacted violently. He looked around, the world was covered in darkness, and there was no one else in sight except himself.

"Kachacha..."

With deafening thunder, a rugged and dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, like a pair of scissors tore through the heavy black mist, showing everything around him before Wick's eyes.

The icy rain fell from the sky, and in a short while, Wick was drenched into a chicken. It turned out that Wick was standing in a cemetery that couldn't see the edge at a glance. All kinds of tombstones reflected the startling light under the shining lightning.

But Wick didn't care anymore~lightnovelpub.net~ because in front of him, there was a dark tombstone.

A picture of a woman is posted on the tombstone, and a line of words is engraved under the photo: "My beloved is sleeping at this time-Helen"!

Wick's lips trembled slightly, and he slowly squatted down, reaching out his hand to gently stroke the tombstone.

With the cold touch, there are memories that spring up like a tide...

Yes, in that battle at the subway station, although he finally defeated the man in black, he did not rescue his fiancee at the last minute.

She just watched that, she swallowed in her arms.

"Then what are you doing today?"

Wick looked at the pistol that had appeared in front of the tombstone at some unknown time, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and picked it up.

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

He put his hand on the photo on the tombstone, raised the pistol, and pressed it to his forehead.

After a while, the gun went off!