It was close to the early hours of the morning, and the temperature had not yet reached the stage of rising, and it was even colder. The retrain still whizzed on the tracks, the sound of the wind whistling around it, the steel wheels rolling, and the huge weight shook and sent off the ground into the distance.

There were people on the roof of the car, wearing delicate white masks, flashlights and flashlights, walking slowly. According to the rules, they had to come up at regular intervals to inspect the reformation, also to see if there were any enemies following behind. They were given strict orders from above, and they had to be careful in their work. This train, there can be no more major incidents. In terms of time, it was already a little late due to various previous reasons.

The train is very long, and it takes about half an hour to go back and forth. They patrolled in pairs, not with the usual firearms such as firearms, only more accessible pistols and special tactical knives. Most of the places they will pass through next are inhabited places, and they also have to consider the impact of their equipment. Although there is that kind of firepower, it is all in the front of the tractor.

"Seventh, eighth, report the situation. A voice came from the communicator. Seven kept his ears close to avoid the noise of the wind.

"Everything is normal at the moment, nothing has happened. He replied.

"The car at the end of the retrain looked around, and when I went on patrol, I faintly heard some metal clashing. See if there are still any, so that the next stop can notify the maintenance personnel there in advance to be ready for maintenance. Captain No. 1 said, "Please be careful, and try to put away the flashlight if you can." There are no extra lights around, and you will be a huge target. ”

"Understood. The call ends, and the two lights disappear abruptly behind it.

Following the footsteps of the two, they soon came to the last few carriages. The wind seems to be getting stronger here. The air currents that had been cut by the rearranged bodies converged here, making a substantial crashing sound. Other than that, it seems like there's nothing else. The two of them deliberately stayed here for a moment, and simply sat on the roof of the car, catching the kind of metal collision sound that the previous few people had said in the wind.

No, that's the conclusion they came to. So the two got up and left. But less than a distance from the cargo compartment, several heavy collision sounds came out one after another. Then, the moment they turned their heads, a bulky piece of something fell from the recolumn, sending out a spark and drowning in the darkness.

The enemy's attack, or did the realignment itself go wrong? The two men could not make a clear judgment for the time being, and in the darkness they did not see a clear ballistic line, nor did they hear the sound of a special bullet piercing the air. They are more likely to have problems with the relisting itself.

Wanted to turn on the flashlight, but physical alertness stopped the thought. There was still some white moonlight shining through the thin clouds, and after they immediately opened their cross pupils, their eyesight suddenly strengthened, and the surroundings were not a dull and deep black. At least they could make out the dark shadows beneath their feet.

For a moment after the cross pupils were opened, they felt a different kind of aura, unusually strong. Maybe it's the same kind. Such thoughts appeared in the heads of both of them at the same time. But as a surgeon, it seems that in addition to the surgeon, the only creature that can be called the same kind is the second type of creature that originated from surgery, the dragon.

Perhaps a beast with some of the qualities of a dragon. The two of them had already drawn their pistols at this time, and the special elongated tactical knife was also held in their hands. There was a real sense of danger invading the beast's territory, and it was as if the beast was lurking around them, waiting for them to show their flaws, and then pounce on them and bite their throats.

But in the eyes, which had not caught anything for the time being, the beast seemed to be very good at hiding its figure, making good use of its huge body as a cover. Seven and Eight stood in place for a few seconds, but the pace they had intended to move forward began to retreat. They sensed a threat, for in their perception, the enemy-like beast seemed to be getting closer and closer to them, and the burning sensation of getting closer to their throats made them think that it was not a good time to get closer and probe there.

Maybe it would be better to inform the tow head there. Seven thought to himself, and Eight, who was next to him, also agreed with it physically. Eight's body slowed down a little at this time, blocking Seven's body, his gaze scanned smoothly, the thing was right next to them, and the hairs on his body had received some kind of solemnity in the air, and they were becoming hard one by one.

Seven immediately inserted the tactical knife back, and when his hand touched the communicator, and when he was about to press the button, his back, which was still a little warm, was covered with cold sweat in an instant.

Something was shaking there behind me. He took a small breath at the moment, and his right hand holding the pistol was gently withdrawn. The moment he turned to shoot, he felt like he was entangled in something. It was unusually hard, sharp something, like a steel cable covered with countless sharp barbs. The thing wrapped around his chest, like the movement of a viper catching its prey, only slightly tightened, and the thin padded jacket on his body, and the layer of clothing made of tough material underneath were all torn. The sharp barbs further pierced his defenseless skin, scraping all the flesh around his chest, revealing snow-white bones.

Seven was in pain, partly because his body was torn apart, and on the other hand, the steel cable-like thing was so powerful that it was squeezing his chest frantically. Breathing was also in a state of near halt at this moment.

He wanted to shout immediately, because the moment he was entangled in that thing, he realized that the number eight in front of him hadn't even noticed what was going on here. Eight was still watching ahead, wary of the enemy coming from his front.

Without the power to shout, the next moment, with the sound of several bones shattering, Seven could no longer breathe. He knew that his lungs had been destroyed by the squeezing, and that it was extremely difficult for his throat to make a sound. But fortunately, the sound of bones shattering was heard by Eight.

At this moment, his body suddenly turned, and Eight couldn't care too much, and he was also frightened into a cold sweat by the sound of broken bones behind him and the rich beastly aura. It shouldn't be like this, they are also elite personnel who have undergone rigorous training and selection, and there are not many things that can scare them psychologically. But now, he felt like a child, walking along the road and encountering a grinning wolf, and his body instinctively told him to run away.

He didn't care so much, and when he turned around, he turned on the bright flashlight. But he happened to see that No. 7 behind him was entangled in something, only for a moment, but he still saw it. It looked like a poisonous snake covered in pitch-black scales. The scales were unusually rough, unpolished, with patches of sharp burrs that were now deep in Seven's body.

Seven's originally strong chest shrank by half under the entanglement of the black-scaled viper, and blood flowed out, and those scales bathed in blood, but they had a smoother and more delicate feeling.

Number Eight fired several shots in an instant, driven by the light of the flashlight, followed closely by the thing covered with black scales. Almost all of them were empty, and the speed was extremely fast, not giving him a chance to aim at all. And the only bullet or two that hit it only scratched a little spark on it.

What the hell is it, Eight's mind suddenly leaps into his head. For the convenience of the task, they are all equipped with smaller-caliber pistols, but even with a smaller aperture, it is only a little smaller than the normal aperture. These effects can be completely overshadowed by the excellent quality of platinum bullets, and in terms of power, the bullets fired by this pistol can definitely make a pit in the rearranged black iron steel plate. And the standard firecracker equipped with ordinary platinum bullets can only make the rearranged black iron steel plate show traces of the size of a bullet.

In his moment of surprise, there was a "bang!" sound, and in the blink of an eye, Seven's body disappeared from Eight's eyes. The body that was waiting to die was lifted, and then under the control of the black-scaled viper-like thing, it swung a huge arc and smashed against the black iron steel plate on the side of the recolumn. In the afterglow of the bright flashlight, No. 8 was clearly on the galloping retrain and saw No. 7's body broken in two sections falling off the train.

"Gotta get out of here! I can't deal with that thing yet!" Eight's body was about to run forward, but there was a pain in his ankle. Then he felt his body take off, and then the tremendous acceleration made his head feel a little dizzy. He yelled, expecting the person at the front of the tractor to hear him. But before the voice came out, it was forced to stop. Whether it actually reached the front of the tractor, he did not know.

Because the next moment, when all the flowing scenery in his eyes was condensed, for some reason, he realized that he was already under the retrain of cars. The black-scaled rope-like thing let go of his ankle at the same moment.

Without the slightest resistance, he was crushed by the rearranged steel wheels, and the sound of bones shattering was completely hidden from the noise between the steel wheels and the rails.