Today's night in New York is extra cold for some reason.
The howling cold wind blew away the clouds in the sky, revealing the bright moon, but this moon seemed to be shining with red light in a trance.
On the deserted highway, three cars slowly drove up and parked directly next to the subway station, ignoring traffic regulations.
The leader was a black classic Chevrolet Mustang. The muscular door opened, and a man wearing a black suit, black shirt, black tie, black leather shoes, a black slicked back hair, a black beard, and carrying a handbag walked out. man with a black shotgun.
On the thin and cold face, the pair of slightly melancholy and tired eyes concealed burning anger.
The second car was a latest model Porsche, and what got out of the car was a man with short blond hair wearing a navy blue suit and a windbreaker. He looked particularly arrogant.
He was carrying a modified and enhanced version of the M16 on his shoulder, chewing gum in his mouth. Even with a pair of sunglasses on his face, he was not afraid of falling to death while walking in the middle of the night.
The last car is even more remarkable. Even though it has no name, no license plate, and an unimpressive appearance, it has actually reached the supreme state of sounding except for the horn, and everything else moves when the wheels move.
The man who got out of this unique car was even more different. Although he couldn't compare with the two handsome men in front of him in terms of height, appearance, appearance, and other aspects, he couldn't stand up to the spirit of the parents.
What's more, this spirited young man is also fully equipped with weapons and equipment, unlike those two pretenders. I saw a submachine gun in his left hand, a shotgun in his right hand, a Desert Eagle on his waist, and a dog-leg scimitar tied to his leg.
A weapons belt stuffed with bullets was wrapped around his chest, and two grenades were hung on the way. There were two rockets stuck in the back, and the dark warheads shone with a frightening cold light under the moonlight.
That wasn't all yet, Scott pulled out two more green iron boxes from the trunk.
"Hey, you two, please help me. I can't carry so many things by myself."
Three armed, angry and angry men walked out of the subway station carrying guns and dragging cannons. There happened to be a man and a woman near the platform, hugging each other and nibbling. Suddenly these three people walked down from the top, and they hugged each other tighter in fright.
Wick and Smith ignored them, and Scott kindly reminded them: "If you don't want to die, you'd better not take the subway tonight."
The man also drank a little too much and was very drunk. He held the woman in his arms and was dressed very simply. Don't forget that it's December now. She's exposed all the things that should be exposed and shouldn't be exposed. She's not afraid of cold or cold. You can tell at a glance that she's not a woman from a good family.
When these two fools heard what Scott said, they thought that the three of them were here to scare them. Not only were they not afraid, but they laughed strangely. The man stepped forward and reached out to touch the shotgun in Wick's hand: "Brothers, let's play cosplay at night. This gun feels good. It looks real."
Wick pulled the trigger directly, and the bullet passed along the man's scalp, shattering the only intact camera in the subway station in the opposite corner.
"roll"
Under Wick's cold eyes, the drunkard rolled his eyes and simply fell to the ground and passed out. As for the girl standing on the street, she screamed, abandoned her customers without any sense of loyalty, and ran away first.
At this time, the lights in the subway station began to flicker slightly, and a train slowly pulled out of the dark tunnel.
Looking at the car door that opened automatically, the three Wicks looked at each other and walked in without fear. Then the door closed immediately, the train swayed a few times, and began to move forward slowly, but soon picked up speed and entered the dark tunnel again.
Smith opened the weapon box and took out the TNT explosives that had been loaded with detonators. One was stuck in each compartment. Finally, he took the remote control and said to Wick and Skoff: "I have set the time. If I do not press the deactivation button before two o'clock tomorrow morning, these bombs will explode as well."
Wick nodded and said coldly: "I have also set it up. If I don't go back at six o'clock tomorrow morning, my personal email will automatically send a reward order to everyone I know. With all my savings, Put a bounty on them for destroying this midnight train.”
Scott also said: "Me too, tomorrow we will automatically send out our findings to major websites, newspapers and forums."
Three men stretched out their three fists and bumped them hard in the air.
Fortunately, none of the three of them said anything like "get married as soon as this is done".
Just like last night, the train speed was getting faster and faster, and finally it suddenly braked. Fortunately, the three Wicks were well prepared this time and avoided the situation where Scott was thrown out last time.
Looking at the fallen car window and the orange-red abandoned platform outside the window. Smith handed the bomb remote control to Skoff, and asked the worst marksman to hide behind to cover the back path and protect the supply of ammunition.
Then Wick and Smith, armed with guns, climbed out of the window and jumped onto the platform.
"Hey asshole, we're here, come out"
Smith shouted.
A strange man's voice echoed around: "Haha, you are not convinced when you bring such a weapon. Let me give you a chance to perform. As long as you can kill all the monsters, I will let you see what you want. How about the people you met?”
A low, hoarse roar came from far away, and countless black shadows were reflected under the orange-red light, rushing toward Wick and the others.
Wick took a deep breath, and suddenly jumped the shotgun in his hand to the side, using a standard three-point-one-line shooting posture, and blasted away a monster that jumped out of the darkness with one shot.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted on the platform and bullets flew everywhere.
In the train, Scott held the Desert Eagle in one hand and the bomb remote control in the other. Once the situation goes bad, he will detonate a bomb, desperately trying to drag this midnight train stained with blood and terror to be buried with him.
At this time, the lights at the top of the carriage flickered, and Scott's heart tightened. He suddenly remembered something and suddenly turned his head to look to the side.
The man in black, holding the huge hammer, was standing in the opposite carriage at some point, looking at Scott expressionlessly.
"A fateful showdown?"
For some reason, such an idea flashed through Scott's mind.
He turned around, looked at the man in black, and suddenly slowly put down his pistol, then pulled out a machete.
At the same time, the train also began to undergo strange changes. As the lights flickered, the originally silver-white car skin began to rust and peel off, revealing the rusty iron sheet.
The originally shiny silver handrails now turned into two rows of rusty iron railings, with sharp hooks hanging on the railings.
And on every hook, there was a bloody corpse hanging upside down.
human corpse.
The train seemed to be moving again, the carriages began to shake, and the bodies also shook, collided, and rotated. This allowed Scott to see the miserable state of these corpses more clearly. Looking at the disemboweled and dead bodies, Scott's body trembled slightly.
It wasn't fear, but excitement.
A hint of passionate excitement.
It seemed that he had been looking forward to the scene in front of him for countless years.