Surprised me into a goddess of light

"No, please...Master Sith..."

"Huh? Just now you promised to be obedient?"

"Master Sith, this is really..."

Sith looked at Nix with kind eyes: "My patience is limited, Nix, you see your parents, sister, son, daughter, nephew, and niece all have to rely on you to survive..."

When Nix heard this, he almost collapsed. He turned his head and glanced at the iron lady who was glowing blue beside him. The door was open like a metal coffin, with cold barbs on the door.

Tremblingly, he crawled towards the cage, got in while holding the iron door, and slowly closed the door.

"Good boy, I am touched by your bravery, I will bless you..."

As the Iron Maiden closed, Nix's mournful wail resounded through the room.

The clown Sith seemed to hear wonderful music, he twirled his fingers around his ears, and danced towards the door: "What a good boy! Such a wasteful death, wait for his blood to dry up, make the meat Send Cheng Hamburg to his parents, so that his body and soul will be with his family forever."

Several subordinates responded immediately: "Yes!"

"Now let's take the airship together and meet the Apache..."

Clown Sith walked up to the rooftop of the bar from another passage, and there was already an airship waiting for him on the rooftop.

He boarded the airship with a dozen of his subordinates and said loudly, "Let's go!"

However, the airship remained in place.

Sitting in front of the clown Sith, the subordinate at the pilot position reminded: "Master Sith, you haven't decided which train we should chase, K20 or K40?"

"You decide for yourself, I don't care, call me when I get there...I'll sleep first, maybe something interesting will happen in my dream."

Clown Sith closed his eyes, folded his hands on his chest, crossed his legs, and leaned his head on the sofa.

The pilot said: "The head of the Sith said that everything is subject to the orders of the Sith Lord."

"My order is to let you make up your own mind."

"Sorry, Lord Sith, please give us an accurate order." The pilot lowered his head, his tone stubborn.

The clown Sith gave a strange laugh, straightened up and said, "In this case, we will use rock-paper-scissors to decide. If you win, we will go after K20. If I win, we will go after K40."

The pilot bowed his head again: "I'm sorry, Lord Sith, the head of state has explained that he must not bet with you or play games."

"The head of state also asked you to follow my instructions."

The clown Sith said frivolously, and his tone suddenly became cold: "So, I will let you do rock-paper-scissors with me now! Do you decide to carry out, or disobey my order?"

"Master Sith..."

"I'll give you three seconds to think about it."

Clown Sith raised a finger to signal the start of the timer.

The pilot is caught in a dilemma. Playing games is not allowed, and disobeying orders is not allowed. This is an inevitable contradiction.

The time was too short, he didn't have time to think, and when the clown Sith stretched out his second finger, he instinctively stretched out his fist.

"Hey, you win!"

The clown Sith put his arms around the pilot's shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, how did you break through the psychological barrier of 'violating the order of the head of state'?"

The pilot didn't speak, his body trembled a little, as if there was a terrifying monster behind him.

"Because the fear of me outweighed the fear of the Führer?"

The clown Sith loosened the black tie around his neck, and suddenly said loudly: "My father, the Head of Sith is a great artist! He told me since I was a child that I am his greatest work in this world... I inherited his behest, and I also aspire to be a great artist! He likes to carve the human body, so I want to carve the human soul!"

This sudden monologue plunged the cabin into a deep silence, only the clown Sith shook his head, and his excited and weird laughter echoed wantonly in the night sky.

Probably because he couldn't get enough of laughing alone, Sith the clown raised his hands, turned his head as if curious, and looked at the dozen or so subordinates beside him and behind him: "We are here to have fun, why are you so serious?"

So the subordinates in the cabin began to shake their heads, followed by the clown and made a deliberate smirk.

The airship took off amid laughter and headed for the Baikal mountains on the K20 route.

502

Self-defense counterattack In the early hours of the morning, three gunshots erupted in the speeding K20NO.20 carriage, room 33, drowned in the rumbling sound of the train, and then there were continuous knocks and questions on the door.

At this moment, Qiangwei standing in the corner of the room witnessed the whole process of me shooting and killing Ruyev. The miracle she was expecting appeared, but she didn't feel any excitement, but her mind went blank for a moment.

That's... murder?

Qiangwei's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she watched Ruyev who was spitting blood at the mouth and threw himself on the floor, the blood slowly flowed out from his body.

"It's over...it's over..."

These two words kept echoing in Qiangwei's mind. She felt her limbs were weak and her breathing was difficult. Everything in her field of vision lost its color and gradually turned gray.

In her memory concept, killing is a terrible thing, which means that the two of them will get involved in a lot of trouble, but there is an inexplicable voice in her heart, telling her that killing is not a big deal, and this kind of thing should be commonplace .

I have already killed people, of course I am used to it, not to mention that Ruyev is still an out-and-out villain, so I don’t feel guilty at all.

I went over and examined Ruyev's wounds, there were three small black holes in the blue-black tattoo on his back, forming three ordered cavities that severed Ruyev's spine, causing death.

I flicked the small-caliber pistol in my hand, and as expected, although it was the first time I used a gun, my marksmanship was very accurate.

Qiangwei opened her lips slightly, looked at me blankly and said, "What to do, Eve, we killed someone!"

I said lightly: "First of all, he attacked us first, and I counterattacked in self-defense. Secondly, he is not a policeman, but a gangster pretending to be a policeman. Finally...I killed him, so you don't have to worry too much. ..”

Hearing my calm and calm voice, Qiangwei finally breathed a sigh of relief as if someone had been fished out of the water, and felt that the world in her eyes had regained color.

She ran towards me nervously, hugged me and said, "No matter who he is, we will bear the responsibility together!"

I stroked her silver hair and sighed slightly in my heart. I never thought that the demigod powerhouse who killed people without batting an eyelid would turn into this kind of appearance. Although I feel sorry for her, I have to say that such a Qiangwei is easier to get along with , at least it made me less alert and dangerous.

"Listen, people inside! If you don't open the door, we'll shoot!"

The yelling outside the door became louder and louder, and the sound of fragments came from the solid wooden door. In the view of Ruyev's men, his leader was fully armed, and it was impossible to deal with the two girls by accident, but the gunshots inside the door and The silence made them suspicious again, and they had to open the door to confirm.

I walked to the door, listened to Setsuna, and sensed a total of eight people standing outside based on the sound of breathing. Then I took off the anti-theft chain and opened the door directly.

The scolding stopped abruptly, and the eight gangsters in guard uniforms looked at the masked girl in amazement.

The person at the front looked beyond the mask and saw Ruyev lying on the ground behind me. The moment he found the blood on the ground, he finally realized what had happened.

"Bitch..."

He raised his right fist and swore at me angrily, but at the next moment, he felt his legs lighten, and his whole body floated forward in the air, and then he fell unconscious with a pain in the bridge of his nose.

Because of the absolute advantage, I didn't directly take his life, I just kicked him up, and then punched him "lightly" on the nose, making him completely lose his fighting power...Of course, even if I miss him If you kill him, you won't feel any guilt.

After knocking out one guy, without stopping, I dodged the door and punched the second unsuspecting gangster.

Ordinary people couldn't tell the speed at this moment. They could only see a black figure flashing in the air, and then the two people standing by the door flew up.

And in my concentrated senses, everything is slow, time seems to be slowed down by ten times or even twenty times, I even have time to turn my head to look at Rose in the room, her beautiful pupils are shining with surprise Guang, among all the people present, only she can see my movements clearly.

At this time, the third person finally reacted. He picked up the gun and wanted to turn the muzzle towards me, but was blocked by the second person. I didn't need to change the attack method, and I still punched him in the face.

The fist rubbed against the air to form a phantom, like a waving whip, and the third person rose into the air with his back, when the sound of the first person falling to the ground just came.

Just like that, like a gust of wind, I passed through the eight people standing in a line in the carriage, and knocked them all into the air.

At this moment, if there is a slow-motion playback, you can see a spectacle. First, there are eight continuous cracking sounds of the bridge of the nose, and the bodies of the eight people are connected in an upward slash in the air, swaying scarlet nosebleeds, but they did not stain the mask girl's clothes at all. Sleeves and fists, and finally the eight people behind her fell to the ground with varying degrees of severity.

Qiangwei stood in the room, opened her mouth wide, and stared at me dumbfounded.

"Eve, you! You... are so strong!"

I thought you were stronger before, even if it was me, if I could use magic power, these eight people would be able to solve all of them with just one thought.

The corridor returned to silence. At this time, due to the gunshots and shouting, the passengers hiding in the room dared to come out and watch what happened outside.

I glanced around and saw carriage 20, together with carriages 18, 19, and 21 next door, many passengers opened their doors and entered the corridor to have a look. Those who were timid stood inside the door and looked this way. .

Behind me, there are all the police in a mess.

The eyes of the crowd were full of fear. Many people were using the Phantom Phone to make calls. They probably thought I was a terrorist and called the police. Unfortunately, Baikal Mountain blocked the signal, and none of their calls were made.

I looked at this group of cautious and chattering passengers and said, "You have been deceived. These people in security uniforms are not policemen or soldiers. They are the real terrorists."

"how is this possible!"

"The thief shouted, "Catch the thief!"

"Everyone, don't believe her nonsense..."

The crowd was chattering and clamoring. I didn't want to say much, so I peeled off the shirt of a guard with my feet, revealing the dagger tattoo on his shoulder: "See for yourself."

After the dagger tattoo was revealed, the noise of the melon-eating crowd gradually subsided, and then someone shouted: "I recognize this! This is the symbol of the No. [-] gang in Sith's singing circle, the Wild Dagger Gang!"

People from the gangsters of the Sith country naturally cannot become the train police of the Apache country. The eyes of the crowd gradually changed, and soon some people came up and took off the shirts of other 'policemen', and found that all the policemen were gangsters in disguise.

The crowd quickly turned to the train. Some people pointed out that the train conductor died in the initial explosion. The car had been controlled by gangsters, and they needed to work together to regain control of the front of the car. For a while, the crowd was excited and rushed towards the front of the car.

But in my field of vision, no one really went to the front of the car. Everyone yelled for a while, and then hid in their rooms.

Instead, I heard someone holding a walkie-talkie and whispering: "No. 20 car, No. 20 car, there was an accident while checking for suspicious people. Eight brothers have been sacrificed so far. The situation of Captain Ruyev is unknown. Please help. Request support..."

503

After all, I am not a professional fighter, but a magician.

As far as I am concerned, it is not a problem to kill a few or even dozens of gun-wielding gangsters in this kind of close-range raid. Even I, who cannot use magic, am no match.

The one here is not an opponent, it means that I can't "destroy" the opponent "without injury" under normal circumstances, but if it's just to avoid bullets, it's still very simple to escape with Qiangwei.

The train is still moving, I don't know where it will end up, whether to be or not to be?But I know that it is still walking along the original track, and every step forward is closer to my destination, so for now, I don't plan to leave the train directly.

I don't plan to go to the front of the car to fight with the gangsters, because I'm not sure, and it's unnecessary, not to mention that this is the car of the Void Lord [Apache]. According to the videos on the Apache website, maybe Apache is hiding in the dark to observe I.

Considering that Qiangwei is too weak, at present, it is more important to find a safe place first.

I glanced at the man holding the walkie-talkie and whispered for help, and walked towards him.

The man with curly hair was squatting on the side of the corridor with his back to me. He noticed me approaching, and his soft pleading for help immediately turned into a cursing complaint: "What the hell, I was robbed by gangsters when I went home..."

It's a pity that this level of disguise is impossible to hide from me, not to mention that I have heard what he said before.

I walked behind the curly-haired man and stood still for a second.

The curly-haired man turned around slowly, looked up at the powerful masked girl, an awkward smile appeared on his supposedly fierce face.

As an accomplice of a gangster, he had paid attention to the behavior of the masked girl from the very beginning. The scene of the eight companions flying out together was vivid in his memory, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to beat her.

He saw the masked girl put on a glove and clenched her fist with her right hand, as if she wanted to hit him, so she immediately crouched down with her head in her hands in fright.

There was a loud bang!

The curly-haired man trembled all over, touched his head, and realized that he hadn't been hit. He raised his head, and saw that the masked girl's fist was hitting the iron wall of the train!

The three centimeters thick steel plate was smashed through by her punch!

The curly-haired man watched dumbfounded as the girl in the mask pulled her fist out of the big hole, then made a gesture on his head, and said, "Stand up."

"The devil...you are the devil!"

The curly-haired man's lips were purple, and he stood up from the ground tremblingly, but his right hand touched the back of his waist without showing any trace, where the pistol was stored.

In the view of the curly-haired man, or a normal person, no matter how strong the fighting power is, as long as he sneaks a shot at a key part, he will die.

However, the curly-haired man frantically explored for a few seconds with his right hand, only to find that the gun at his waist and the walkie-talkie were gone.

clap la la...

The black walkie-talkie appeared in the hands of the masked girl at some point, and was crushed into pieces with one hand, and scattered all over the ground.

Then, the curly-haired man saw the girl in the mask holding a gun in her left hand, aiming at the center of his eyebrows.

"I was wrong! My lord, I admit that I am a gangster, please forgive me, I can help you..."

Facing the black hole of the gun, the curly-haired man burst into tears, begging for mercy, but he still heard the gunshot.

boom!

Curly thought he was dead, however, he wasn't.

He looked dull, raised his head tremblingly, and witnessed a scene that he will never forget.

That yellow 9mm bullet was caught between the two fair fingers of the masked girl's right hand!

jingle~

The bullet slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The curly-haired man lowered his head and clearly saw the marks on both sides of the bullet being flattened and dented by a huge force.

This is completely beyond the cognition of the curly-haired man, and it has also defeated all his resistance. He has to believe that there is a god in the world. As an ordinary person, how can he compete with the messenger of God?