My sister is a black widow

You can search for "My Sister is Heiwusou Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Plocin was an old conductor, and he had been on the train at his feet for more than ten years.

To put it bluntly, Plocin could almost feel where there are fewer parts on this train.

The old conductor is out of shape today.

Well, the newspaper seller in the car was replaced by a child today, as if he was from the last station.

There are many people in the car today, far more than usual, perhaps because of Christmas.

Prokin picked up the rough old military water bottle and took a sip of water.

Everyone’s Christmas may be different. I just want to stay on my train. If this holiday, my little train can only be spent with lonely carriages, and the Plogin conductor would be too negligent.

Yes, although Plocin was a conductor, he always felt that the object he served was not the passengers on the train, but the train.

He was plausible to an old friend that if I were to serve those passengers, I should be called a passenger attendant, not a conductor.

The old friend shook his head painfully. He knew that Plocin had fallen in love with the black-smoky train under him, running around on the cold Soviet territory.

So when the old fellow Plocin saw a strong short man, yes, he was still aggressive, and he walked to the door of the train car alone, he stared at him.

Car door?There is nothing but the car door.

The door is locked and cannot be opened without the key.

Moreover, a high-speed train will throw passengers who get off the train at will into a fuzzy mass of meat sauce.

Prokin paid close attention to him for a while and didn't look at it again.

After a while, a hard and ear-piercing sound of torn steel came, followed by the screams of people.

The sound comes from the door of the carriage.

Plokin trembles when he hears the sound, and throws the kettle down and ran over there. Many people in the aisle came out to watch. The old guy violently pushed people away and walked there, dumbfounded.

The train door was torn open by something like the claws of a beast. The short man seemed to have jumped off. Plocin wanted to reach out to see if there was a lump of meat sauce behind the carriage, which was wrapped in by the huge wind pressure outside the carriage. , A huge chill made everyone in the vicinity shiver.

Prokin took the shoulders of the closest person.

"Did you see it?"

The face of the person he was holding was pale and he nodded vigorously.

"What happened just now?"

"One, a person has paws on his hands." The person who was caught gasped, "He opened the door and jumped straight down!"

Prokin looked around, he was a little suspicious of his ears, but what he saw in reality seemed to confirm that this person was telling the truth.

"He, did he jump straight down?" Plockin repeated hesitantly.

The people around who saw the scene just now watched him nervously and nodded one after another.

"Growing claws?!"

One person may be wrong, but everyone cannot be blind.

Prokin let out a sigh of relief: "Well, maybe it's a Siberian werewolf legend or something, damn, we have to close this door."

At this time, a small old lady who did not know when to come in the crowd suddenly came out.

"Wait a minute." It was Natasha, she said politely: "Sir, please let me."

The voice is a little hoarse.

Ploekin looked at her in surprise, the old lady looked much older than herself, but maybe she had some way, but something shocked him happened.

The little old lady walked to the door of the carriage, leaped slightly, and jumped out of the carriage.

Everyone looked at each other.

Suspect hell.

Prokin is going crazy.

However, the most gnashing thing in the world is that when you think something is impossible to happen, it happens suddenly. The most mature and strong thing is that the things you think can never happen are One after another appeared in front of you.

A little girl came out of the crowd, wearing a hat, and without a word, jumped out of the car door.

People don't bother to look at each other.

Just jump and jump to get used to it.

Even I want to jump a little bit.Maybe you don’t have to go to war again, you don’t have to go to the factory to work, or you don’t have to go home to listen to your wife's reprimand.

Plocin is also a little numb. Is this a cult who is committing suicide in a team?

Why are you on your own train!

He was surprisingly angry again.

Ploekin stood in front of the car door, like an eagle guarding a cub, blocking the doorway that jumped like a dumpling.

"All go back! Isolate here! Find someone to call the train police!"

Three people have already jumped down.

There are five people on this train who can participate in this dangerous game.

The two remaining people are Leon and Taras.

But Leon was behind the crowd at this time, watching the accident at the car door quietly in a corner.

He is waiting.

Taras must be on the train, but he didn't notice it in the carriage just now.

If he is there, he will jump down too.This is a person with a distorted mentality and unscrupulous people to achieve their goals.

And a Logan who flees with a grudge is too dangerous.

But unfortunately, Leon waited a long time and didn't wait for anything.

Maybe Taras jumped out from another exit or somewhere.

Leon knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and it would be too late if something happened to Natasha and the others.

At this time, the police had arrived, and they were muttering with the angry old man Plockin how to repair the car door.

Leon walked over, maybe no one had jumped from here for a while, and Leon walked over and no one stopped him.Daily Novel www.daydayxs.com

Prokin was talking to two police officers. The policeman turned his back to the car door. Leon walked to the car door. He turned around and smiled shyly at Prokin who was talking to the policeman. He opened the barely covered car door and jumped. under.

The policeman heard the voice behind him and didn't pay much attention to it. Seeing that Old Man Prokin was suddenly stunned, he subconsciously asked, "What's the matter? Mr. conductor?"

"Another one," Plokin murmured.

...

After Leon jumped off the train, the huge inertia and strong wind pressure were really uncomfortable, but he was more relaxed than others. He lightly turned on the phase transition for a moment before landing, and the whole person was in the wind. The world's gravitational field disappeared, and then the entity quickly recovered the moment it landed, all kinetic energy and inertia disappeared without a trace.

Leon gave his jumping posture a perfect score.

Logan danced wildly, Natasha danced gracefully, Aphrola danced simply, and Leon danced spiritually.

I, Leon, have never been weaker than others.

Pooh, pooh, Leon stopped his thoughts, and I have to say that this kind of adventure is a bit too exciting for a young man.

Leon looked back at where the train was coming from, and rushed to the place where Logan jumped.

The snowy field is vast, and the far-reaching silver-white snow light occupies the human field of vision. Only occasionally some plants and a few large rocks can leak out a little black and dark green.

Leon ran along the tracks, and when he reached the memory position, he ran deeper, but unfortunately, he seemed to be lost.

Lost does not exist in Leon's original plan, but what is helpless is that the wind and snow buried the traces of mankind. There are no footprints, no sound, no smell, only cold.

Leon couldn't think of a good way to quickly identify the location, so he could only find a direction that suits his feelings and ran, and after a while, a fir forest entered Leon's eyes.

On the edge of the fir forest, there is a figure that makes Leon very happy.

Natasha.

At this time, she had removed the old man's makeup on her face and was standing quietly beside a fir tree, as if waiting for something. The surrounding ground was covered with thin snow, and there were no traces of fighting or blood.

Very good, it seems that Natasha has neither met Taras nor Logan.

Natasha saw him too.

"Leon, have you met anyone?" Natasha asked hurriedly. She was still worried about her bastard mission at this time. Obviously, she didn't find Logan.

Leon shook his head. "Why are you standing here?" he asked.

Natasha's face tightened, and she said, "I, I seem to be lost and I can't find Logan's shadow."

Leon smiled.

"Don't you know? If you get lost, it's best to stand still, if you run around, it may be more difficult to find." Natasha asked with enthusiasm.

"Okay." Leon scratched his head. "Then I have to say that it is sadder than one person getting lost that both people are lost."

Natasha chuckled, then asked a little worried: "What should I do?"

Leon didn't worry too much when he found her.

Although Aurora was also on the snowy field, no one knew her, so there should be no danger.

If you can find Logan, find him, act in a play, hook Taras out, and Natasha's uncle and good brother will fix the sinister bad teacher together.

If you can't find Logan, try to find Aphrora and work with her to fix Taras.

As long as Taras came to this snowy field, as long as he dared to appear, Leon would have the confidence to keep him in this snowy field.

Except for the people present, no one will know his ending, his old club KGB will not find out, and Natasha will not be affected.

In any case, Taras must be dealt with. Leon, who had some impression of Taras in his previous life, knew that this distorted old agent seemed to have no good end.

"Let's walk around, no matter who you meet, it's a good thing." Leon said.

The two of them walked along the edge of the fir forest and found an ice-bound creek. They simply walked along the creek. Based on feelings, after walking for a long time, Natasha suddenly stopped.

"listen!"

Leon paused and breathed quietly.

It was Aphrora's voice, she was fighting a person.

Leon and Natasha ran in the direction of the sound. Under a section of low mountain frozen ground, Aphrola’s iron-grey hair was blowing in the wind, and iron-grey pupils stared angrily not far away to wrap themselves. Tight old man.

Taras.

The face is slender and there are some age spots on the face, but with the eyes of the shady bird, it is like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Oh, it's Natasha and her little friends." Taras said leisurely. "Where is Logan?"

Natasha looked at him, suddenly a little angry, "Rogan is also your student, isn't it? Why kill him!"

Taras shook his head noncommitantly. He said, "I have a lot of students, Natasha. What I need are students who obediently complete my tasks." He pointed to her and shook his head: "Unfortunately, you Seems to have other ideas."

"Is it angry? Or?" Taras's eyes suddenly became gloomy and deep, "Is it you want to do something to your teacher?"

Natasha flushed with anger.

Leon stepped over her, "Talas, well, Natasha is your student, she won't do it to you, it is us who do it."

Taras chuckled slightly: "Are you and this little girl?"

Leon hasn't spoken yet.

"This little girl is not so good now." Taras laughed, feeling very beautiful.

Leon walked to Aphrola, "Are you injured?"

Aphrola shook her head and said forcefully: "I'm fine."

Leon gave her a suspicious look. "You are very pale."

Aphrora gave him a blank look.

"This old man used some strange stuff just now."

Leon looked at Taras and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on."

"The neurotoxin produced by the Moscow Biochemical Research Laboratory of the Soviet Union, the special toy of the senior KGB agent, I can't bear to give this little girl too much, 2ml of aerosol, how about it? It is probably the amount to help her become a vegetative." Russ showed off.

Leon's eyes were deep: "Do you have an antidote?"

Taras nodded his head contentedly, he admitted, but he immediately asked, "But why did I give it to you?"

"Because of your life." Leon pounced like an angry beast, "It belongs to me now!"