"Scoff, magazine, ready magazine"
Smith yelled, emptied the last bullet of the M16 in his hand, pulled out his pistol and fired, while retreating towards the train.
But when he turned around, he found that Scott, who had been hiding in the carriage just now, had disappeared out of thin air.
And not only Skoff himself, but the weapons and ammunition they prepared also disappeared.
Smith was taken aback and quickly looked in the direction of Wick, ready to give a warning. But the moment he turned his head, the surrounding scene changed drastically.
What weird trains, abandoned platforms, and scary monsters all disappeared in this moment, replaced by familiar and warm furniture decorations.
Even Smith, who has been trained for a long time, is not only a little dazed at this time.
He would never have imagined that he would be back home from the subway station with just a twist of his face.
The long dining table was filled with exquisite food, and five red candles were lit on the solid gold candlesticks, illuminating the entire room with a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.
The beautiful wife was sitting across the dining table, looking at Smith with a bright smile: "Sit down and eat, what are you doing standing around?"
"It wasn't me just now"
Smith opened his mouth, stammering but not knowing what to say.
"What's wrong with you?" The beautiful woman stood up and came over. She took off Smith's windbreaker thoughtfully and said softly, "Are you too tired from work? Eat quickly, then take a bath and have a good rest."
Smith's thoughts were completely disrupted. With the help of the beautiful woman, he sat down in a daze on his seat. He looked at the table full of dishes and hesitated: "What day is it today? Why is it so rich?"
"Humph, I knew you had forgotten." The beautiful woman sat on Smith's lap and said with a smile, "I think about work all day long, and even forgot our wedding anniversary."
"Wedding anniversary?"
Looking at the beautiful face in front of him and feeling the fullness on his thighs, Smith was not only a little confused, but also wanted to hug the beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman stood up with a sweet smile, avoided Smith's clutches, sat across from the dining table, and said with a smile: "Eat first, and then"
Smith had already completely forgotten about the fight in the subway. He picked up the knife and was about to start.
Suddenly, the phone rang rapidly in the living room, and the beautiful woman's expression changed. She put the knife on her table angrily and rolled her eyes at Smith. Smith scratched his head apologetically, quickly got up and walked to the living room, picking up the antique landline microphone.
"Hey, this is the Smith Mansion."
Before Smith could finish speaking, a woman's shrill scream suddenly came from the phone: "Honey, God, where are you, come and save me?"
"What's going on?" Smith was stunned. "Who are you? You made the wrong call?"
"Smith, you heartless bastard, you can't even hear your own wife's voice."
"No, my wife is at home right now, right next to me."
For some reason, Smith felt a little guilty and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the restaurant. I saw a beautiful woman standing at the door of the restaurant, her slim figure leaning on the door frame, but because the lights were not turned on, her face was hidden in the darkness.
"Damn it, you heartless man, have you forgotten me in such a short period of time?"
The last sentence was like thunder, and Smith was so frightened that he threw the microphone away. But a strange scene occurred. The microphone actually floated in mid-air out of thin air, like a poisonous snake, twisting in the air with its head raised.
"I gave everything to you, but you forgot me, betrayed me, and abandoned me."
"I am your wife, Smith, tell me who I am"
Smith backed away in horror. He didn't react until his back hit the wall. He hurriedly turned around and ran towards the restaurant, but the beautiful woman who was there before had disappeared.
The dishes placed on the dining table also revealed their true appearance at this time.
The heart, radiating heat, lay quietly on the plate, still beating slightly.
Smith retched, pulled out his pistol, and looked around in horror: "My dear, where are you, come out quickly, let's escape from here, quickly"
Behind him, the microphone was still chasing after him, shouting crazily: "Stop dreaming, you bastard, you have even forgotten my name. I will follow you forever and let you live in regret and pain forever." "
"Shut up, shut up"
Smith couldn't stand it anymore, turned around suddenly, and shot the microphone to pieces.
Seeing the half-cut microphone falling from the air, Smith felt a sudden and severe pain in his brain. It seemed that the same bullet shot into his head and exploded inside.
However, the severe pain came suddenly and disappeared quickly.
Just for a moment, it was like a flash of lightning.
Smith shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth and looked up.
Then he froze.
A woman was lying on the floor in front of her, her chest was stained with blood, and her body was covered with blood.
A big hole was opened in her chest, and the heart inside was missing.
“It’s not simple, it’s not”
Smith finally remembered his wife's name.
Wick skillfully uses Mozambican shooting skills, and uses the shotgun to defeat monsters one after another handsomely and neatly. It's just that Wick overlooked one thing. There are hundreds or even thousands of monsters, but why do they come forward one by one to die
In the constant battle and killing, Wick forgot one thing, that is, he should have run out of bullets. But the muzzle of his gun still spurted fire, and the bullet belt he carried always had bullets inserted.
All he could see in his eyes was the ferocious monster rushing toward him. He didn't notice it at all, and the light around him became darker and darker. The orange-red light faded, replaced by ink-like darkness.
The darkness gradually swallowed up the subway, swallowed up the platform, and swallowed up everything around it.
In the end, even those monsters no longer emerged from the darkness, and seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.
Wick was startled and reacted suddenly. He looked around, the world was shrouded in darkness, and no one else could be seen except himself.
"Kachacha"
Deafening thunder and a rugged and dazzling lightning suddenly passed through the sky, like a pair of scissors tearing open the heavy black fog, revealing everything around him before Wick's eyes.
Ice-cold rain fell from the sky, drenching Wick into a drowned rat in a matter of seconds. It turned out that at this moment, Wick was standing in a cemetery with no edges visible at a glance. Various tombstones reflected a frightening light under the constant flashing lightning.
But Wick no longer cared, because in front of him stood a dark tombstone.
There is a photo of a woman on the tombstone, and a line of words is engraved under the photo: "At this time, my beloved Helen sleeps."
With his lips trembling slightly, Wick slowly knelt down and reached out to gently touch the tombstone.
Along with the cold touch, memories come flooding in
Yes, in that fight at the subway station, although he finally defeated the man in black, he failed to rescue his fiancée at the last moment.
He just watched helplessly as she died in his arms.
"Then what are you going to do today?"
Wick looked at the pistol that had appeared in front of the tombstone at some point, took a deep breath, and reached out to pick it up.
"That's right, I came here today to be with my beloved forever."
He put his hand on the photo on the tombstone, raised the pistol, and put it to his forehead.
A moment later, a gunshot rang out