death train

Ruins, Southeast house group!

Fat Dragon pinched Morrison's head, and then lifted Morrison's body up, like a chicken.

Morrison's whole body is full of scars, it seems that he was beaten badly.

Looking at the fat dragon, Morrison said dryly, "why? With your strength, why do you want to be inferior to others? If you work hard, you can also become a purser. "

Feilong tilted his head and thought of it seriously.

At this time, Morrison's eyes suddenly flashed a fierce color, the front of the boot, suddenly popped a blade, and then Morrison suddenly raised his leg and kicked Fat Dragon.

Poof!

Blade from the Fat Dragon's waist stabbed in, bright red blood quickly flowed out.

But Feilong didn't feel any pain. He looked at Morrison and said seriously, "because yecha gives me food, and everything that gives me food is good, so I can listen to him."

Morrison's face is dull. Is this fat man a psycho.

Bang!

When Morrison was thinking about this, Fat Dragon's huge fist suddenly came and hit Morrison in the face.

The nose blood flowed directly from Morrison's nose. Morrison's appearance was even worse. He was not only embarrassed, but the bridge of his nose seemed to be collapsed by Fat Dragon.

"I forgot to say it." Feilong bared his teeth and said, "you hurt me again."

Morrison gritted his teeth and said angrily, "act stupid!"

Morrison fiercely pulled out the blade inserted in the Fat Dragon's waist and raised his leg to sweep again. However, this time, the right leg was lifted higher and harder, which was also more fatal, because Morrison was aiming at the Fat Dragon's neck.

However, Fat Dragon's action is obviously faster, holding Morrison's head, a fierce swing.

Morrison didn't know how many times he flew out and smashed the wall of a stone house.

"Cough, cough..."

Morrison felt the whole body in severe pain, coughing, holding the wall, Morrison slowly stood up again, a face of resentment looking at Fat Dragon.

"You forced me." Morrison gritted his teeth and said, "I'll kill you!"

Morrison opened the waist bag hanging around his waist, and then pulled out a syringe gun. The syringe gun was already filled with a tube for injection, which was full of golden liquid.

Morrison forced the needle into his neck, pulled the trigger, and the golden potion was pushed into Morrison's body bit by bit.

"Do you think that's the end of it?" Morrison ferociously took out a medicine box, took out a white pill from it, threw it into his mouth and said: "not yet!"

Click, click!

Morrison chewed hard, crushing the pill.

The next moment, Morrison's muscles seemed to be filled with air. They expanded wildly, and their size soared wildly. They reached 2.5 meters, and looked like a giant.

Originally, Fat Dragon's plump figure was very conspicuous. Now when compared with Morrison, it immediately became normal.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Morrison raised his head and roared, hammering his fist at his chest, showing his teeth to the Fat Dragon and yelling, "I'm going to be serious. I'll show you the strength of hard Qigong!"

Bang, bang!

Morrison's ferocious face, strides toward the direction of the fat dragon, every step, the ground will break a piece!

……

Vestige, vestige corridor on the west side.

Comus was running fast, or, more accurately, chasing.

Weddell was in front of him. He ran along the street quickly, then flashed into a side tunnel.

Comus took a slow step and made it to the end of the alley.

That lane is a dead end, because on the other side of the lane, there is just a bronze wall, which directly seals the lane.

But there was no videl in the alley.

Comus immediately stepped on the wall and jumped onto the side stone house, but there was still no sign of Weddell on the roof.

"Asshole!"

Comus couldn't help scolding.

I don't know how many times. That guy's way of fighting is to keep hiding, sneaking attack, hiding, sneaking attack, extremely pestering and irritating.

Above all, Weddell seems to have the ability to hide.

This is the ability that Weddell didn't master in the examination of flight attendants, and it is precisely because of this hidden ability that Comus fell into a passive position.

Standing on the roof, Comus took out the Gauss gun and fired at different positions continuously.

Bang, bang, Bang

After being hit by Gauss gun, those positions are constantly broken, and the stone chips are flying.

Comus didn't vent his anger in a disorderly way. The places where Gauss guns were aimed were relatively hidden. In other words, Weddell might hide in these places.Although Comus' temper was fierce, it was more delicate than he had imagined.

It's a pity that Comus was not lucky. He didn't force Wilder out with several shots in succession. Comus had no choice but to jump off the roof.

But just as Comus jumped off the roof, Comus suddenly felt something wrong.

At the foot of the stone board feel a little empty, stepped on, there is an obvious shaking.

On one side of Comus' face, he instinctively leaned over and jumped away to the side.

Also at this time, the stone suddenly split, a triangular blade suddenly ejected out.

Poof!

The dull sound of the blade entering the meat appeared, and the blade passed Comus' leg and cut a wound.

Weddell also appeared at this time.

Weddell has been standing in the alley without moving. His clothes, like chameleons, can change according to the surrounding environment and integrate with everything around him.

While Comus was injured and fell to the ground, Weddell obviously didn't miss Comus' reason. With such a good opportunity to attack, Weddell almost had no hesitation and rushed directly to Comus.

With a tiger jump, Weddell almost pounced on Comus, raised the dagger, held it back, and stabbed Comus hard.

Comus's reaction is also enough, at the critical moment, a pinch of Weddell's wrist.

The dagger almost stabbed Comus in the eye. It was only half an inch away from Comus' eyes. If Comus took a second, his eyes would be blinded.

Even, Comus had no doubt that Weddell would stab a dagger into his head and stir it to kill himself completely.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Cummings grasped Weddell's wrist. Compared with power, Weddell was obviously not Cummings' opponent. His wrist was firmly grasped, and the dagger could not be stabbed down any more!