The inside of the car was dead silent for a while, only when the car turned slightly, the dull sound of the car body and the track knocked each other, which invisibly deepened the depressing feeling of the thick fog in the car.
Because there can't be any actions to adjust the interface of the game and cause the audience to doubt, it is still unclear whether it was the Tang and Song Dynasties who fought with Jiang Fang in the front car and failed.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties put all of their bodies on the vibrating compartment walls, restraining their chaotic minds and running their minds.
… don’t think about anything else, think about what’s in front of you.
Who says... a crisis can't mean a turnaround.
Although Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou's first cannibalism ended in failure, he didn't mind being the driving force behind the second chaos.
Before Jiang Fang arrived, and Nan Zhou was concentrating on observing the scene outside the window, he collected all the available information at high speed and silently in a quiet manner.
He observed that the tram was about to pass through a tunnel.
At the current speed, in about two minutes, the carriage they were in would be engulfed in darkness.
Most of the cluttered circuit lines in the translucent advertising light box were broken, and the lamps were blackened in large areas. It can be seen that most of the lighting circuits in the car have been damaged.
This means that when vehicles enter the tunnel, their vision will be temporarily deprived.
Darkness is a favorite breeding ground for terror, unease, and suspicion.
Once in the dark, he has endless opportunities to create chaos.
In the eyes of the audience with the perspective of God, the self who has completely amnesia, faced with a monster whose force value is unpredictable, and a psychopath visible to the naked eye, taking the opportunity to provoke, the fisherman will benefit, it is also a self-preservation behavior, and will never be suspected It was the show crew who gave him the green light.
He silently tore off his cufflinks, planning to hit the hard iron button on an iron fence behind Nan Zhou when darkness came.
The sound made at that time was enough to shatter the nerves that were becoming more and more tense in this long silence.
Unconsciously, Yuan Mingqing's palm was full of cold sweat, and even with the cufflinks, it looked like a small fish with vitality, and it was a little slippery.
… damn.
Facing an opponent like "Cube Ark", his mood could not be completely calm.
Even if they had the first opportunity and had more intelligence and freedom than them, Yuan Mingqing did not intend to underestimate them.
He didn't move, didn't wipe the cold sweat, didn't want to do any extra action, and tried his best to make it look like he was frightened by Jiang Fang's mindless threatening shot just now.
One and a half minutes left.
No, conservatively, one minute and forty seconds...
When Yuan, Ming and Qing were calmly counting down the seconds, a trembling female voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Two—"
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "..."
He was disturbed by this sudden sound, and the seconds read in sequence just now also fell into chaos.
Li Yinhang's speech successfully attracted the attention of the two confrontation to the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Yuan Mingqing sighed in his heart and tightened the buttons in his palm.
When he became the focus of attention in the narrow carriage, Li Yinhang let out a sigh of relief in his chest.
"I think ... we'd better not kill each other first," she said.
"Our situation seems to be the same."
"Then why do we spend our time on internal consumption?"
Speaking of which, she softened her tone after realizing it: "I... think so."
In order to show her sincerity, she took the lead and nodded to herself: "I was sent here suddenly. How about you?"
She looked at Yuan Mingqing who was close at hand.
Under her gaze, Yuan Mingqing had to nod his head: "Yes."
She looked at Nanzhou again.
Nan Zhou: "Hmm."
Jiang Fang raised his hand and said, "Me too."
Yuan Mingqing knew that if he continued to remain silent, the originally good negative emotions in the car that could be put to good use would be dispelled by Li Yinhang's few words.
In a very gentle tone, he asked Jiang Fang a question of a needle hidden in cotton: "Sir, why are you special?"
He was reminding the other two present that Jiang Fang was a suspicious special person.
He held a weapon of unknown origin, appeared with blood on his body, and took the initiative to attack people, and mentioned the essence of this world, "sickness".
This is information that the other two have yet to grasp.
From the perspective of Yuan, Ming and Qing, who has the perspective of God, under the premise of "amnesia", judging from Jiang Fang's words and clues displayed on his body, as well as the gunshot from the front of the car that shattered the glass, he It must have been some abnormal attack in front of the car.
In this environment, anyone who changed, once possessed a weapon for self-protection, would take the lead in slaughtering all suspicious persons within sight.
This is human nature.
But other people will not pay attention to this "human nature" when they are tense.
They will be overly sensitive to anything that is clearly "unreasonable" in extreme circumstances.
This is what Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties did by stepping on the corpses of countless weak human players after walking through so many pvp dungeons.
These contents cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.
Before entering the tunnel, vigilance and anxiety will continue to brew.
Sure enough, after listening to his doubts, Li Yinhang, who was beside him, became visibly tense and stiff.
The atmosphere that had calmed down a little bit, but it took an irresistible turn for the worse again.
"Jiang Fang." After Jiang Fang happily introduced himself, he completely ignored Yuan Mingqing's doubts and turned to Li Yinhang with interest: "This..."
Li Yinhang introduced himself timidly: "Li Yinhang."
"Miss Li." Jiang Fang asked cheerfully, "You are obviously very scared. In your eyes, I should be a perverted murderer. I just shot the person next to you just because he moved. Why do you Dare to talk to me?"
"Yes, I'm afraid, and I'm also afraid that I will be beaten to death by you when I speak. My legs are weak now."
Li Yinhang admitted his fear very happily: "But I see a tunnel ahead. If it gets dark here and one of the four of us attacks, no matter what happens to the three of you, I can't run fast, and I can't beat it. , with a high probability of dying. It's in my best interest to make peace before we crash."
This time, Yuan Mingqing froze.
For a moment, he thought that Li Yinhang was the one who silently understood all his thoughts.
Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou and laughed loudly: "I'm so scary?"
Nan Zhou thought for a while: "It's okay. It's not as scary as you think."
"Then I'll take it as a compliment."
Jiang Fang smiled gracefully, turned the gun, and slammed it down neatly.
He bowed politely to Li Yinhang and said, "I'm just slender and sensitive. If it causes Miss Li's trouble, I apologize."
Li Yinhang: "..."
She pulled out her eyeballs and couldn't see that Jiang Fang had even a dime relationship with "slim and sensitive".
However, the crisis should be regarded as... relieved, right
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Li Yinhang burst into sweat and collapsed on the wall of the carriage.
This move also completely exposed the essence of her serenity.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties never imagined that his ruthless and effective murder plan would actually be ruined by this inconspicuous waste Li Yinhang.
…Because you are too self-aware of your own weakness, are you more cautious
While speaking, the tunnel was enveloped in thick darkness, which had devoured the front of the car.
The best time, he has completely missed.
Yuan, Ming, and Qing were lightly annoyed when they suddenly saw a familiar belt flashing like water from the broken glass of the window on the opposite side that had just been shot through by Jiang Fang.
… the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Tang Song is outside the window!
Not as pleasant as the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the roaring darkness completely overwhelmed them.
As expected in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, after entering the tunnel, the lights did not turn on.
When the endless darkness poured in from the window, in order to maintain the trust they had finally built up, the four of them would inevitably stand in place and remain motionless.
This is the perfect shooting target.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties thought so, and so did the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Tang Song quietly and quietly drilled through the cracked window, like a flexible python.
The conditions he has are far better than the four people gathered in the 13th carriage.
He was trapped in a closed cab.
The tram is self-driving, without a driver.
The man guarding him was holding a civilian version of a hunting rifle, nodding his head and dozing off. He was silently hanged by his legs and found the key to unlock the handcuffs from him.
Everything went smoothly.
Soon, Tang Song heard the movement when Jiang Fang grabbed a gun and killed his guard.
He didn't take any action, but quietly tightened the door lock on the first floor of the cab from the inside.
Sure enough, Jiang Fang tried to open the door of the cab after he shot the guard to death.
Tang Song hugged the gun in his arms, squatted in the corner and waited for his work, waiting for him to forcibly break the lock and give him the most precise blow.
Unfortunately, Jiang Fang did not force his way in.
After finding that the door could not be opened, he left directly.
Tang Song was depressed for a moment, but he didn't plan to rush for a while and take risks in the future.
With the gun on his back, he climbed to the top of the tram, and in the whistling wind, like a fox, he followed the unconscious prey above.
Now is the best time to hunt.
And, because he has a terrain advantage that no one else has, he can observe tunnels more precisely than anyone else.
The tunnel is very long, and judging by the speed of the vehicle, the travel time can reach one minute.
He slipped into the carriage, and based on his memory before vision was deprived, he aimed his gun at Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang from behind.
This time was too abundant, and even gave Tang Song time to hesitate.
He smiled and moved the muzzle in the dark.
Who to kill first
Is it Jiang Fang, who has guns and weapons, and can take out and shoot back at any time
Which is the most cost-effective way to kill
Or just sweep and shoot
But with such a short distance and a closed space, will high-density strafing and shooting cause bouncing and bouncing back injuries
Tang Song held his breath, calculating the pros and cons in a good mood, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.
He knew in his heart that he still had time and space to calculate, which showed that they had a great chance of winning.
It doesn't get any easier than this.
A relationship of characters who do not trust each other.
Sudden darkness.
Absolute prop suppression.
Clever timing.
Tang Song couldn't even imagine how they could lose—
However, all of this came to nothing when a strange "click" sounded.
With the still hot muzzle and his temple as the connection point, the boiling blood in Tang Song's brain seemed to be immersed in the glacier, and with a sizzle, it was quickly frozen.
Jiang Fang's smiling voice was like a mocking curse: "Let me guess, what thoughts are going on in your head?"
- Jiang Fang only took half a second to kick away the ram that had been pulled to a safe point with the unilateral shoe upper.
That is to say, as long as he wants to, the seemingly unloaded barrel can actually cause any damage he wants in a very short period of time.
Tang Song's heart fluttered, but he didn't dodge. He was about to pull the trigger with his fingertips, preparing for a sweeping fire that didn't count for life or death.
As long as Yuan, Ming and Qing are alive, they can win!
However, the next second, he felt his hand suddenly empty.
The trigger, which was slightly sunk by his fingertips, slid across the edge of the firing in a thrilling way, and was pushed up by a pair of hands poking out from the darkness like a cloud of water, and then took it straight away.
Nan Zhou weighed the gun in his hand, feeling very novel.
Jiang Fang in the dark asked, "Do you want to try it?"
Nan Zhou: "Okay."
He imitated Jiang Fang and looked for the trigger position in the dark.
Nan Zhou is obviously a novice among novice.
Listening to his apparently unskilled movements when groping for the gun, Tang Song almost wanted to laugh.
God help me too.
What an idiot, how do you give a gun to someone who doesn't know how to use it
Nan Zhou was still studying the use of the gun, so he didn't care.
As long as no two guns hold him at the same time, his chances of escaping are doubled!
When Tang Song was about to plan how to escape through the darkness, he heard a gust of wind breaking through the air from top to bottom and from the top down!
Nan Zhou clenched the gun body from the center, used the gun as a fire stick, and smashed Tang Song, who was too late to react, to the ground.
He weighed it with satisfaction: "It's very useful."
When Tang Song fell to the ground with blood on his head, he had only one thought in his heart:
Fuck, your mother, is that how you use it? !