Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

"What the hell is going on!"

Florent, wearing the white hat that belonged to the train conductor, loudly questioned the restless flight attendants in front of him.

He looks like a leader now, but he was really just a loyal guide before.

Maybe this is the real him. He is a direct descendant of the Golicina family. He should have been a lion on the grassland and the overlord of the Arctic Circle. However, he was ostracized because of his different ideas, so he had to restrain his minions and huddle in a corner.

I live in a remote place seeking peace.

Now that Zhaoyue's arrival has broken the deadlock, he has room to stretch his arms and legs. Although the train conductor was turned into a deadpool for some reason, without the oppression of this mountain, he is even more at home.

But it was only after he returned to his position as a leader that he realized how bad the situation he was facing now was.

"According to the information provided by Mr. Patsy Gattuso, we are most likely to have entered the Nibelungs of a dragon king, or...we were pulled in by the other party, and the most unfortunate thing is...the other party is currently,

He has great ill will towards us."

After listening to the report of his subordinates, Florent suddenly felt upset.

Dragon King! That's not a stinky tomato or a rotten sweet potato. If the hybrid hadn't been instilled with the idea of ​​slaying dragons since he could remember, he was really afraid that all the people in this car would be scattered and scattered, and in the end they would be defeated one by one, leaving all dead and injured.

Fortunately, no one is stupid enough to leave the train and seek refuge outside.

"Can Mr. Zhaoyue still cope with it?" he asked weakly, but he was also afraid of hearing a bad answer.

"...Uh," the flight attendant hesitated, and Florent was almost anxious before he said hesitantly.

"Mr. Zhaoyue, it's not that he can't cope with it, he's really that kind of... just..."

"That is to say, there is no problem, right?" Florent listened and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes..." The flight attendant nodded.

"Then let's get back to the issue of power," he said, looking at the female conductor who initially came to report to whom he later arranged to check on the train's braking problem.

"Yes!" The other party came out of the train, holding up the fat layer that was meaningless at this time, and reported loudly, "The reason why the train suddenly lost control and almost rolled over was because when it was cornering, several axles in the middle were passing by.

It broke for no reason during the bend, and multiple wheels were stuck by the broken axle, making it impossible to control the inertia for a while."

"Axle..." Florent muttered, this is not a big problem, although it is strange.

Since it dares to be used to transport special guests, this train must undergo regular maintenance. According to common sense, it is impossible for such component quality problems to occur, but it happened, and he didn't know how to explain it.

It is impossible for someone to accurately aim at those axles while the train is traveling at high speed, and then interrupt them through the air with miraculous skills.

In the past few years in the ancient country, he had asked whether the skill of hunting cattle across mountains did not exist.

"How long will it take to solve it?" Florent could only ask helplessly.

"It won't take long to send out people to weld, but people need to be protected." Da Lang said.

"...I will go there in person. You continue to comfort the passengers in the car, and remember to ask Mr. Gattuso to restrain himself."

When Mr. Gattuso was mentioned, the faces of the flight attendants suddenly turned bitter. Patsy Gattuso always looked like a concubine, making no one want to get close to him.

The Gattuso family, once a famous mafia family in Italy, still enjoys a "high reputation" around the world.

"..." Florent didn't say much. He didn't really want to get in touch with Patsy. That boy was completely different when he was a waiter and a war weapon.

car.

Patsy patrolled the carriage with several men in black, knocking on the compartment doors one by one. If the door opened, he would politely ask to enter and search.

If the other party agrees, he will check it out in a good manner and then leave. He will even ask his subordinates to leave small gifts. If the door refuses to open, he doesn't need to say much. The man in black behind him will use a gun to force open the door lock.

If someone tries to make a move after opening the door, Patsy will cut him off with a table knife first, often with blood and a knife to his throat.

Of course, Passy's knife is not poisoned, but he is proficient in Assassin's assassination technique. For a qualified assassin, killing is naturally a required proficiency course. Passy's understanding of the human body even exceeds that of many well-known doctors.

It's just that the doctor's knowledge is used to save people, and he is learning how to kill people efficiently.

"..." Patsy grabbed a crumpled piece of paper, looked at the red writing, grabbed it and asked the young couple, "Who gave this to you?"

"..." The wife didn't want to answer, but when the husband saw the cold-tempered Patsy and the man in a black suit from the Gattuso family behind him, he immediately hesitated.

"It's a beggar..." The man saw his wife staring at him with no intention of stopping, so he continued, "The guy was in ragged clothes and was carried away by a group of people dressed as flight attendants."

"Which carriage is it probably in?"

"The second half, near the dining car."

"...Thank you for your cooperation," Patsy inquired carefully, bowed, and left with the men in black.

"Why are you talking so much!" The wife was a little annoyed, but the man looked calm, "It would be bad if you were too impulsive and ruined the plan. It's time to move the treasure, let's go."

He picked up the swaddling clothes on the bed, took out the baby, ignored its innocent sleeping face, and stuffed it into the quilt casually.

The woman did not stop him, but stood up as a matter of course. Their eyes lit up with light, and their bodies were gradually shrouded in darkness. The two of them disappeared immediately, along with a wriggling shadow.

Zhaoyue didn't know all this.

His whole body was covered with crystal-white scales, and his body expanded to appear slender and ferocious, with signs of a dragon appearing everywhere on his body.

The light in his eyes was like two bright lights, cutting through the dense fog and frightening those wind monsters whose bodies were covered with bones.

They have not dared to rush forward for a long time, but were forced to hover around the train under some orders.

Zhaoyue's eyes wandered randomly, until the strong wind blew up again, and the bone demon, which had always been light and light, with wider and tighter bones, flew out of the darkness.

The bones on its head were like a crown. The strong wind surged and it swooped in, followed by countless white-bone monsters. The general led its thousands of troops to launch a massive attack on the enemy for the emperor.

charge.

It wasn't just the Kamaita, but there were also some dull sounds. The dry palms were grabbing at the top of the train, and then a monster with disheveled hair and blue-black scales climbed up.

His clothes are ragged and he is wearing something like an ancient official uniform, but he is not a zombie, but something more troublesome...Deadpool!