War in Heaven

Sitting in the slightly bumpy wooden compartment, Lin Chi and the blood blade face each other.

Two seconds later, Lin was leaning against the body on the back of the chair and slowly slipped down.

"Are you poisoned?" asked the blood blade.

"I have to rest for a while." Lin Chi whispered.

"Don't care, I smell the blood..." The blood blade lowered the voice: "The train is definitely a problem."

"So I have to recharge my batteries before I have an accident." Lin Chi’s argument is well-founded, and the blood blade can’t refute it for a while: “Help me stare at...”

As soon as the voice fell, his consciousness began to blur.

- In any case, the blood blade is one of the pinnacle players of this game. With this guy in, the situation should not get too bad.

However, Lin Chi has not been able to fall asleep, and the annoying male voice has already rang:

"Is the two cowboys?"

The bald-top ticket inspector who just opened the compartment door, has already sat down to the next seat, and talked to the two people across the narrow aisle, as if I didn’t see Lin’s sleeping, a familiar look. :

"I wish you a pleasant trip, I am the flight attendant~"

I am completely too lazy to pay attention to this idiot, the blood blade is not sounding at all. Lin Chi, who fell on the hard seat, once again opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the scene below the small table.

Wearing the legs of ragged jeans, with the rhythm of the body, the rhythm of shaking. But now Lin is not concerned with the action of the blood blade, but the man’s move.

- This so-called "cabinary" is definitely a problem.

Even if the attitude expressed by the other party is very flattering, Lin Chi discovered the strangeness of this person. On a normal train, the flight attendants will not be close to the passengers. In the case of these two blood-filled passengers, it seems that they are not good passengers, and they should not rush to the front.

This wretched bald man is definitely another picture. However, in the wilderness of the western United States, the way to solve problems is much simpler.

The gun of the revolver made a crisp squeak, and the blood blade slammed his feet impatiently, saying in a hoarse voice:

"Roll, otherwise I will collapse you."

"Don't be excited, this guest, let me go!"

Even if he was pointed at the muzzle, the flight attendant was still laughing, as if there were no other expressions, showing a strange atmosphere.

"I wish you a pleasant trip, goodbye!"

The flight attendant's brisk footsteps gradually drifted away, and the blood blade inserted the revolver into the holster and lifted the kick to kick the seat of Lin Chi:

"You have seen it?"

"His brain is sick." Lin Chi yawned.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, he must have tried to kill us." The blood blade whispered: "The idiot will write "I am a bait" on his face."

"So you are afraid?" Lin Chi smiled: "I think it is more interesting to cooperate with his performance."

Lin Chi is still very confident about the fighting power of himself and the blood blade. It is unlikely that it will be eliminated by the NPC on the train. Even if you roll over, you should only hang one person.

"The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger." The **** nose moved a little.

"Are you a hound?" Lin Chi took his "big killer" from his backpack - the Tyrannosaurus shotgun, and loaded two large caliber shots in the barrel.

After the previous "10km armed off-road", his strength has been raised from 15 to 16 points, which is exactly the minimum strength requirement for using the Tyrannosaurus shotgun. Although it is somewhat reluctant to control the shotgun with this strength value, it should not be snoring in the narrow compartment.

"Don't stop in front of me later." Lin Chi shook his shotgun: "The power of this gadget is too great."

"I have something more powerful here."

The blood blade just opened, the flight attendant has come over again, and the shiny face is hung with a flattering smile:

"Two, are you hungry? The dining car is now free!"

"That will trouble you to lead the way." Lin, who was still sitting, nodded and put the Tyrannosaurus hunting gun back into the backpack before the other party saw it.

In the compartment of the Spencer train, there was a moldy smell and the air was a little damp. Lin Chi sniffed and sniffed, and did not smell the **** breath of the blood blade. But the suspicious atmosphere is still lingering.

"Please take care of the two and you will be able to enjoy dinner soon."

The flight attendant who walked in front did not say back, pushing the wooden door at the junction of the carriage. The two behind him were very cooperative with his performance, followed by the next carriage.

The layout in this car is not the same as the previous car:

More than a dozen tables with blue tablecloths appeared in the sight of the two. At the same time as the flight attendant opened the door, a melodious piano sound was heard in the carriage.

At this time, there are already a dozen people sitting at the table. The strange thing is that they are all facing back to Lin Chi and the blood blade. No one is sitting in the position of the first car door.

"What does this mean?" Lin Chi frowned slightly.

The aroma of the barbecue floated in the dining car and overshadowed the other tastes, but by this time, the **** atmosphere that was originally very light could not be concealed.

boom!

A loud noise, the wooden doors behind the two people were closed. The passengers sitting at the table and facing Lin Chi and the blood blade are still motionless and look very strange.

The body of the "passenger" shook with a small amount as the car swayed. The flight attendant extended his right hand and patted the shoulder of a passenger on the side, slamming, and the passenger’s head slipped from his shoulder, revealing a long-lost crack.

"I wish you a happy meal -"

The voice of the flight attendant did not fall, Lin Chi directly pulled out the Tyrannosaurus shotgun, and stepped forward two steps and snapped the trigger.

boom!

The explosion-like loud noise echoed in the carriage. Lin Chi’s body was shaken back and forth by the recoil. The right arm was as much as an electric shock. The horror bullet of the Tyrannosaurus shotgun exploded the head of the flight attendant, and the mixture of blood and brain Full of the inner wall of the carriage.

"You got this gun from there? I want to do it too." The **** blade eyes stared at the **** picture in the carriage.

"First, let the goods go dry and talk about it." Lin Chizhen opened the barrel, and two cigarette shells with thick thumbes retreated.

The flight attendant who was headshot by the Tyrannosaurus Rex gun, the body has not yet fallen, the almost broken upper body, and even the meaning of bending over.

"You... don't waste your efforts."

This time the voice was sent from the man's body. As the man's broken work clothes slipped down, the scarred back was revealed, and the few eyeballs set in the back.

"Have you seen this kind of thing?" Lin Chi took a look at the blood.

"I said that I was driving for the first time at night." The blood blade said impatiently, pulling out his revolver.