The cold silver moon hangs high in the sky, and it still throws its own brilliance to the earth, spreading the quiet and peaceful atmosphere on earth.

However, what is brewing in this quiet moonlight is often not so peaceful and beautiful.

The transparent pillar of light shot straight into the eyes of two terrifying beasts, like a sharp sword, piercing the heavy darkness, making the scenery in front of the track brighter.

The clanging sound was subtle but continuous, accompanied by the train tracks that ran through the entire plain to a very distant place.

The lights on the front of the steam train are not so pure white and transparent, but they are a little yellow. However, this does not affect the conductor's viewing clearly.

However, what he didn't see was that the moment the front of the train passed by, eight shadows mixed with shadows, as if they were integrated, climbed above the train.

Grain and Johnson each led a team, but they didn't seem to cooperate with each other at all, but they just did the corresponding inspections according to their own methods.

The few people following them didn't say much, but just followed the two in silence and acted according to their instructions.

However, in this silent and quiet atmosphere, Johnson and Grain always feel a sense of incongruity.

After all, these people are not their subordinates who have been cooperating for a long time and have a very tacit understanding, but are temporarily built teams. It is natural to have this feeling.

However, why should we arrange this in this mission?

After all, all the past history and tangible facts can be seen that combining various strong men into a team is often thankless.

In the eyes of laymen, it is definitely an excellent way to form an elite from all aspects.

This kind of team must be unimaginably powerful because of the existence of various strong people.

But it turns out that this behavior will often bring more harm than good in the end.

You should know that everyone who can be called a strong man has their own unique temper and character. They are often not willing to be inferior to others, let alone obeying other people's commands like soldiers and becoming an "important" pawn.

It’s not OK to have a snake without a head, but it’s not OK to have too many snake heads and each has its own ideas.

So, in the eyes of Grain and Johnson, such a decision was extremely inappropriate.

Although they don’t know what others thought, they can be sure that their ideas are correct just by looking at the current situation.

and……

Johnson, who was moving rapidly above the train, observed the people behind him quietly, and his worries were even more intense.

A dog that does not bite people is the most fierce.

Although this statement is somewhat inappropriate, it is the most true portrayal of Johnson's own heart.

Although he had a fierce conflict with Grain, to be honest, his hatred for Grain was pure and simple.

This kind of hatred is just a disagreement with the other party's style of conduct and concepts, as well as the other party's hatred for not taking himself seriously.

This kind of hatred is extremely clear. He knows the origin of this conflict, the reasons for the other party's dissatisfaction, and even knows the possible consequences.

But no matter what, it was decided by himself.

But the others just kept their thoughts deep in their hearts and watched the conflict between the two people develop, with expressions of pretending or concealing on their faces, but they never revealed any of their thoughts.

In this case, it is hard for him not to include others in an uncontrollable range.

After all, in the eyes of many people, it is better to divide the Gun Yan family than to enhance their strength for their own side.

Although he didn't know which force the others came from, he believed that there must be such an existence in it.

[Hope, you don't know too much.]

A cold light flashed in Johnson's eyes and he murmured in his heart.

I believe that if someone really has different goals from him, then Johnson would not be stingy with taking ruthless actions.

You know, although everyone does not have a real leader, Johnson, who can occupy an apparent leadership position among the eight people, is not as simple as it seems.

Even if he had a conflict with Grain before.

Of course, from another perspective, Grain and Johnson must be the ones at the top of these eight.

The night wind is not cold, but it is a bit strange and bone-black cold. The coldness is not a physical feeling, but a spiritual perception. The cold wind seems to be able to penetrate into people's bones, making people feel a bone-broken chill from the bottom of their hearts.

The sound of the rushing wind echoed in the ears of Gryen, Johnson and others, boring and monotonous.

But they only felt a burst of pleasure, and the rushing blood swelled in the blood vessels, and the surging and vital heart began to beat faster, with a powerful sense of rhythm.

In a trance, they seemed to have seen the colors of blood and fire blending, and heard the sound of steel and iron colliding.

While calmly, everyone automatically adjusts their state to the best during the rapid progress, preparing for the next step.

...

In the first-class carriage with dim and not dazzling lights, Allen and the other four leaned quietly on the seat like other sleeping passengers, breathing long and natural, as if they were also trapped in a deep dream.

The corridors of the carriage corridors are empty and clean, and there is no trace of debris left.

The corpse that was originally lying at the feet of Allen and the others had disappeared, and the blood on the ground seemed to have never appeared.

The whole car was clean and tidy, and it could even be said to be quiet and peaceful, as if everyone had fallen asleep and nothing had happened.

Zheng!

Alan suddenly opened his eyes, and a warm light as bright as the sun suddenly appeared in this dim carriage. There was no sharp edge, nor the chill like a light on his back.

It is like the light appears clearly, and the morning light is illusory, making people feel hope and warmth.

However, the light only appeared for a moment, and disappeared in the next moment, leaving no trace.

Allen's eyes were clear and clear, and he did not have the confusion and thoughts that he suddenly woke up.

He gently stroked the iron box on his lap, opened it quietly, and then took out his old friend.

"Someone?"

Renard woke up at some point and looked at Allen.

"There are a few little mice."

Allen smiled and chose to transmit spiritual voice.

"Yeah, be careful."

Renard glanced at Allen with a very serious tone.

"Don't worry, just take care of them."

Allen didn't say anything extra, but just whispered to Austin and Bornu.

"Yeah." Renard nodded, then closed his eyes again.

It seems to be very careless, and even a little perfunctory.

However, Allen knew that this was not the case. Once a person like Renard agreed, he would do his best to fully fulfill his promise.

He suddenly stood up, holding the scabbard's left fingers moving in sequence, as if playing a silent overture of one hand.

The footsteps were slightly without any sound, but in the perception that Renard had already spread, it was like a giant walking and shaking around the eight poles, like a pillar of heaven shaking, with an unrivaled power.

Allen's breathing suddenly changed, becoming rapid and powerful.

In the unimaginable body, the heart, which was originally slow to beat five times in nearly a minute, began to beat violently like a god beating a drum.

The powerful and powerful heart bursts the blood that is thick like mercury to every subtle area of ​​the body, providing the most powerful power for Allen.

The scorching breath escaped from Alan's mouth and nose, intersecting with the cold air, creating a hazy white mist.

Allen's skin began to turn slightly red, but it was not terrifying.

But under the skin that no one could see, the extremely red blood was like lava boiling and rushing rapidly.

Before he knew it, Allen had reached the end of the car. Outside this gate, in addition to the passage leading to another car, there was also an escalator climbing to the roof.

The perception that had approached the boundary of the black iron was mixed with the [sixth sense] of the gods and the "power" derived from the master-level long sword technique spread out, completely covering the whole body.

The terrifying perception is like a spider in the rainforest weaving a spider web, spreading out a net of heaven and earth all over the world.

clatter!

It looks like raindrops falling on a spider web, and it looks like a poet waving the strings.

The net of heaven and earth spread far away was gently touched. It was not huge, but it was extremely clear. It was transmitted to Allen's perception along the entire detection network in an instant.

Click!

Alan suddenly laughed, and his vacant right hand slightly twisted the door handle and opened the closed door.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The fierce night wind suddenly rushed in along the large open door, swept past in an instant, brushing everyone's faces.

Although the cold wind is not very cold, it is only compared to the previous cold wave.

Even in midsummer, the strong winds at night are much colder than during the day.

So, when the sudden night wind suddenly swept across, the sleeping people subconsciously wrinkled a certain head, as if they had dreamed of something extremely terrible.

If they weren't still immersed in the effect of the [Still the Stomach Potion] and just sleeping soundly, they would probably wake up in a daze as soon as the cold wind blew on their faces, and then curse the unfair guy.

However, at this time, they just frowned, then wriggled their lips, curled up, and continued to immerse themselves in the rare deep sleep for decades.

Of course, Allen didn't care about the situation of those people behind him, but he also knew that those people would not wake up so easily before they would do such a move.

The slender legs stepped out and stood steadily on the passage between the two cars that were shaking and upside down and were blown by the strong wind.

Bang!

The wide open door suddenly closed, and the lights revealed from the carriage disappeared instantly.

The darkness once again enveloped this narrow place independent of the two cars but contained the heaven and earth.

...

At the top of the train, Grain and Johnson walked quickly on the roofs of the two cars, holding an extremely small instrument in their hands, as if checking something.

The style of this instrument is extremely simple, just like a brick. However, its material is much higher than that of the brick. It is an extremely rare magic affinity crystal, which is often used as a display panel of magical instruments and is applied to major instruments.

The appearance of this instrument is extremely unbearable, and its function is unknown. Only a ball of silk threads that are wrapped around the "block" are placed inside the "block". The "block" has a jumping red light flashing above the head.

"How about it?"

Grain's voice was transmitted to Johnson's ears through a contact device that was different from the Imperial individual tactical communication device in the underground world, without any emotional color.

“This section does not have one.”

Johnson did not look up and replied to the other party’s question concisely.

Then, the two of them never communicated again and just did their work silently.

The other people were also scattered on the two carriages, but they did not come up with the same instrument, not because they did not have it, but for safety.

There was no obvious rule between them walking, but they faintly surrounded Granne and Johnson.

Although I don’t know what they were thinking, at least for now, their actions are quite in line with Johnson’s and his friends’ wishes.

However, they never let go of their vigilance and vigilance.

A group of stubborn and strong men were rushing on the top of the train car. They seemed as stupid as giant bears, but in fact they were as smart as monkeys and landed silently.

Not only that, their steps are also extremely steady, taking root upon landing, and there is no swaying as they walk, just like mountains standing in the wind.

After a while, the group had already checked the two connected cars and was about to walk towards the car behind. The footsteps that had not been lifted suddenly paused, and the heel that had just been lifted slowly landed on the ground.

In the distance, a figure appeared on the roof of the originally empty car.

He is tall and has a knife in his left hand.

The cold moonlight fell quietly like a tulle, falling on the figure.

Half the moonlight shines lightly, and half the shadows are shrouded.

This conflict between black and white, the unity of opposition and harmony is like a masterpiece of the most outstanding artist, full of ultimate beauty.

However, at this time, Grain and Johnson and his group had no such artistic idea.

Their hearts were just cold.

A silent and depressing atmosphere emanated from the eight people in this group and spread in all directions, with a gloomy and fearful sense.

The fierce wind, as fierce as a steel knife, blew towards the face, blew the clothes of these "idlers" standing on the roof of the car, as mighty as the battle flag flying in the wind.

"Good evening for everyone."

Allen looked at the uninvited guests standing on the roof of the car, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!