I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

Today's night in New York is extra cold for some reason.

The howling cold wind blows away all the clouds in the sky, revealing a bright moon, but this moon seems to be shining red in a trance.

On the deserted highway, three cars drove slowly, ignoring the traffic regulations and directly parked next to the subway station.

The leader was a classic black Chevrolet Mustang. The muscular door opened, and a man wearing a black suit, black shirt, black tie, and black leather shoes walked out, with a black back hair and a black beard. man with a black shotgun.

On the thin and cold face, the pair of slightly melancholy and tired eyes concealed the burning anger.

The second car was a latest Porsche. A man with short blond hair in a navy blue suit and a windbreaker got out of the car, looking extraordinarily aggressive.

Carrying a modified and enhanced version of M16 on his shoulder, he kept chewing gum in his mouth. With a pair of sunglasses on his face, he is not afraid of falling to his death while walking in the middle of the night.

The last car was even more amazing. Although it was nameless and unlicensed, it was not very attractive, but in fact it had reached the highest level where everything would beep except for the horn, and everything would move when the wheels moved.

The man who got out of this unique car was even more different. Although he was incomparably handsome with the previous two in terms of height, appearance, appearance and imposing manner, he couldn't stand the spirit of his parents.

What's more, this spirited young man is also fully equipped with weapons and equipment, unlike those two pretending to be criminals. I saw a submachine gun in his left hand, a shotgun in his right hand, a desert eagle in his waist, and a dogleg scimitar tied to his leg.

A weapon belt full of bullets was wrapped around his chest, and two hand grenades hung by the way. There are two rockets stuck in the back, and the black warheads shone frighteningly cold under the moonlight.

Before it was over, Schauf dragged out two green iron boxes from the trunk.

"Hey, you two help me, I can't carry so many things by myself!"

Three heavily armed, furious and angry men walked down the subway station, carrying guns and dragging cannons. There happened to be a man and a woman near the platform, who were embracing each other and chewing together. Suddenly the three came down from above, hugging them even tighter in fright.

Wick and Smith ignored them, and Scoff 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, reeking of alcohol, hugging the woman in his arms, and wearing simple clothes. Don't forget that it's December now, and you're not afraid of catching a cold. You can tell that you're not a good woman.

These two idiots heard what Schauf said,

Instead, he thought that the three of them were here to scare him. Not only were they not afraid, but they laughed strangely. The man even stepped forward and reached out to touch the shotgun in Wick's hand: "Brothers, I'm playing spay at night... Tsk tsk, this gun feels good, it looks real..."

Wick directly pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed the man's scalp, smashing the only intact camera in the opposite corner of the subway station.

"roll!"

Under Wick's cold eyes, the alcoholic rolled his eyes, and simply fell to the ground and passed out. As for the girl standing on the street, she screamed, abandoned her customer very disrespectfully, and ran away first.

At this time, the lights in the subway station began to flicker slightly, and a train slowly drove out of the dark tunnel.

Looking at the car door that opened automatically, the three of Wick glanced at each other and walked in without fear. Then the doors were closed immediately, the train shook a few times, and began to move forward slowly, but quickly picked up speed and drove into the dark tunnel again.

Smith opened the weapon box and took out the TNT explosives that had been loaded with detonators, one of which was stuck in each compartment. Finally, holding the remote control, he said to Wick and Scoff: "I have already set the time. If I don't press the button to de-explode before 2 o'clock tomorrow morning, these bombs will explode!"

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 mailbox will automatically send a reward order to everyone I know. With all my savings For the bounty, offer them a reward for destroying this midnight train!"

Skoff also said: "Me too, tomorrow will be automatically sent to the forums of major websites and newspapers, what we have discovered in the past few days."

Three men stretched out three fists and bumped into the air heavily.

Fortunately, none of the three of them said something like "get married when you're done."

Just like last night, the speed of the train was getting faster and faster, and finally the brakes were suddenly slammed. Fortunately, the three of Wick were well prepared this time to avoid the situation where Schauf was thrown out last time.

Looking at the fallen car window and the orange-red abandoned platform outside the window. Smith handed the remote control of the bomb to Schauf, and let the worst marksman hide behind, cover the rear, and protect the supply and ammunition.

Then Wick and Smith, armed with guns, tumbled out the window and jumped onto the platform.

"Hey bastard, here we come, come out?"

Smith yelled.

The voice of a strange man echoed all around: "Hehe, it seems that you are very unconvinced with bringing such a weapon. How about this, I will 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?"

The deep and hoarse roar came from far and near, and under the orange light, countless black shadows were reflected, and they were rushing towards Wick and others.

Wick took a deep breath, and suddenly jumped to the side with the shotgun in his hand, in a standard three-point-one-line shooting posture, and blasted a monster that sprang out of the darkness with one shot.

Suddenly, there was loud gunshots on the platform, and bullets flew across.

Inside the train, Scoff held the Desert Eagle in one hand and the bomb remote control in the other. Once the situation is not good, he will detonate the bomb and desperately want to drag this bloody and terrifying midnight train to be buried with him.

At this time, the lights on the top of the carriage flickered, and Schauf'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, stood in the opposite carriage at some point, looking at Schauf expressionlessly.

"A showdown of fate?"

For some reason, such an idea flashed across Skoff's mind.

He turned around, looked at the man in black, suddenly put down the pistol slowly, and pulled out a machete in another hand.

At the same time, the train began to undergo strange changes. As the lights flickered, the original silver-white car skin began to rust and peel off, exposing the rusty iron skin.

And the handrails that were originally gleaming with silver have now become two rows of iron railings covered with rust, and the railings are covered with sharp hooks.

And on each hook, there is a bloody corpse hanging upside down.

dead body.

The train seemed to be moving again, the carriage began to shake, and the corpses also shook, collided, and rotated. Allowing Skoff to see the horrors of these corpses more clearly, Skoff's body trembled slightly as he looked at the disembowelled and dying corpses one by one.

Not because of fear, but because of a hint of excitement.

A tinge of blood-boiling excitement.

It seemed that he had been looking forward to the scene in front of him for countless years.