Underworld Retrograde

In the dark night, a lightning flashed from the depths of the night. It pierced the sky and thunder shook the sky.

People on the road were stunned and accelerated their pace home. I'm afraid there will be heavy rain later.

However, if they could look to the sky and catch up with the speed of the thunder.

You will see a strange figure

More than thirty seconds later, Li Yelai had arrived above the target platform.

He released the dragon colt summons and quickly entered the platform carrying a big black umbrella.

Sure enough, as the subway approached, the sound of the beetles in Li Yelai's arms became more intense.

That flying gunman is on this subway!

"I finally found you!" Li Yelai was excited. All that was left was to find the guy from the crowd.

And said to the night team through the Bluetooth headset: "I will board the car and look for the flying gunman."

This group is not closed at night, and it is also a vicious personal guard group. He is also the handler who knows part of Li Yelai's plan.

"Okay, two colleagues will board the train with you to assist, while the remaining three will rush to all the stations of the next subway to prepare for the response." A comrade who stayed on the train responded: "General Ye, People’s safety must come first.”

"Yes, I know. I will protect the people." Li Yelai responded, carrying a big black umbrella and entering the subway car.

Soon, the subway opened again. As the subway left the platform several hundred meters, the accompanying beetle on Li Yelai was still making sounds.

This means that the Flying Gunman didn't get off the train and was still on the subway!

All that's left is to find him on the subway! Even with the ultimate weapon, he would not be a match for Ye Busuo and Li Yelai!

Since it was late at night, there were not many passengers on the subway.

Li Yelai picked up his big black umbrella and walked back and forth in the subway.

The flying gunman's psychic weapons were traded from the thin dog Black Umbrella. There are five throwing spears, each about one meter long.

To conceal their psychic weapons, the Gunslingers either wear loose clothing and hide their weapons behind their backs.

Or, like a big black umbrella, hidden in some equipment.

Li Yelai glanced around, covered the beetle in his arms, tried his best to hide his voice, and looked at the passengers beside him.

Look at the cars one by one.

However, something strange happened.

Just when Li Yelai found the third carriage, the sound of the beetle disappeared?

But the subway obviously didn't stop, and it was still a few minutes away from the next platform.

"The sound disappeared!" Li Yelai quickly informed Ye Bushou: "Is anyone getting out of the car?"

"No, the subway is intact. There is no damage, and no doors or windows have been opened." Ye Bushou responded quickly.

This shocked Li Yelai. The subway did not arrive at the platform, and no doors or windows were opened. How did the Flying Gunman disappear?

Judging from the previous sounds, he was indeed on this subway.

Is there something wrong? Did the Flying Gunman notice it in advance?

No, the other party should not know that they are being followed.

Could it be

Li Ye looked out the subway window and saw that the dark tunnel was like an abyss.

"Okay, I get it. No wonder I can't sense him when I walk through the streets. He can really hide!" Li Yelai's heart moved, and he immediately informed Ye Bushou: "Please mark the subway station when the sound disappears." The location! He bought a ticket!"

On the other side, a strange figure clung to the outside of the subway car, carrying a large bag of plastic bags and floating to the ground.

He wears a trench coat and has curly hair. Ignoring the subway going away, I walked in the dark underground tunnel.

He did get on the subway, but not quite.

Soon, he came to a hidden security door at the edge of the tunnel.

As he passed through the security door, he came to another empty tunnel.

This is an abandoned subway tunnel that was built before the disaster. Because the road was cut off, it was completely sealed and abandoned.

Now, it has become his safe house. Who can find them here?

They don't even appear in the sun.

He walked along the tunnel for a few minutes before arriving at the small camp he had made.

The camp is made of steel bars and iron sheets, with a strong wasteland style, and there is also a faint smell of blood.

But he didn't care and entered the camp carrying a plastic bag.

What I saw was a man and a woman smoking.

The smoke from the two men was filled with smoke, but there were some bite marks on the man's face.

The flying gunman saw this and sneered: "Jackal, what did you do again?"

Before the smoking man opened his mouth, the woman smiled coquettishly and said: "I didn't plan to try something new, but I got caught in the face. As I said, the soulless ones are very resistant to psychic energy. I'm at a disadvantage. Bar?"

Jackal's face darkened: "What should I be interested in about such a dirty, skinny woman? I just saw how smelly she was and planned to clean her up. Who knew she would just lift her mouth and take a bite!"

"So." The woman sneered: "You stepped on her leg and broke it. In her current state, this will kill her!"

"The legs of a peerless person are very good material." Jackal sneered and responded: "I also want to give my sword the ability to use the peerless spirit. Now that Brother Fei Qiang has the peerless weapon, it's my turn."

"Why are you anxious? Sooner or later, you will all have it. The more important thing now is to keep her alive!" Flying Gunman frowned and threw the plastic bag in front of the jackal: "A living Jueshen is better than a dead Jueshen." Spiritual ones are much more expensive.”

"Don't worry, she's not dead. But she still doesn't eat or drink, she's feces and urine, and our abilities are ineffective on her." The jackal took out the food from the plastic bag and responded: "When you cut off her arm, you should have Cut off her arms and legs."

The Flying Gunman walked towards the depths of the camp, when he pushed open an iron door.

What I saw was a horrific picture.

It was a young woman in ragged clothes, her body was thin and pale.

Under the messy and withered hair, the originally delicate face was full of withering.

The slender left arm was shackled by a heavy shackle and hung on the wall.

The right hand was broken at the elbow and was wrapped in a thick bandage. The blood soaked into the gauze and looked very dirty.

She was sitting in the filth on the ground, her left calf already twisted and swinging out.

As if she heard the door opening, the woman opened her dull eyes.

He stared at the flying gunman.

This is the man who killed all his friends and relatives and cut off his own arm!

She tried to open her chapped lips, as if to curse, but she was too weak to make any sound.

The flying gunman didn't care about the woman's malice, but looked at the woman like she was peeping at a treasure.

This woman is so precious!

"Don't hold on, your fate has already been decided when I find out." Flying Gunman said with a smile. This will be his greatest wealth, even a treasure that can be traded with aristocratic families. It was really a blessing of fate that I was able to meet him.

However, at this moment, the Flying Gunman suddenly heard a strange sound.

‘Click’

‘Click’

‘Click’

The sound came from far to near, as if it was some kind of dangerous footsteps.

This made the Flying Gunman stand up suddenly, he felt the danger approaching!

It's impossible. It's clear that no one will discover this place, and there are traps set by him along the way. Why is it not triggered?

Not only him, but the jackals and women outside the house also heard the sound. They stood up in shock.

"What happened?" the woman shouted in surprise.

"Something is approaching!" The jackal raised his sword: "Take the Absolute Spirit away quickly!"

The Flying Gunman's expression changed: "Be careful! Don't be afraid!"

However, the next second, the camp's steel fence shattered.

A tall figure appeared in front of everyone.

He wears a bronze mask on his head, holds a halberd, and has thunder under his feet!

Under the copper surface, the heavy pupils are full of violent anger!

"You'd better be afraid!"

He wields his halberd with one hand, like the god of death wielding his scythe!

(It’s only two thousand today, sorry. I’m getting engaged tomorrow, so I’m a bit busy.)