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While the deafening bang was still reverberating in the carriage, the armored man had disappeared. He managed to get in half of his body, and was slammed out by the slapstick blow.

Although it didn't look like the armor was broken, the armored man was obviously blown away and fell under the train.

While reloading, the cold-faced guard walked to the broken window with precise and steady steps under the stunned gaze of the prisoners.

After that, he didn't poke his head out to observe, but held the huge pistol with one hand, the muzzle upward, and stood firmly, guarding here like a door god.

The train was still speeding and did not stop.

All the prisoners looked at each other for a while, all of them showed regret and frustration.

Especially the middle-aged man who had exchanged secret signs with the armored man and claimed to be the "Recorder of Dali Temple" closed his eyes with a dejected expression.

Boom!

At this time, there were two loud noises, faintly coming from the front and rear compartments.

Amidst the loud noise, the car body trembled faintly twice.

The middle-aged man was shocked suddenly, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The rest of the prisoners also lifted their spirits at the same time, showing hope again.

The cold-faced guard remained unmoved, and didn't even glance at other directions. He continued to hold a huge pistol, and stood motionless in front of the window, looking at the night outside the window expressionlessly.

Suddenly, outside the car window, there was a faint roar of a powerful engine, as if a locomotive was speeding parallel to the train.

Then there was a soft buzzing sound, and a sharp arrow shot out of the window, piercing the cold-faced guard's eyebrows.

The cold-faced guard raised his empty left hand quickly, and when the arrow was still an inch away from his eyebrows, he grabbed the shaft of the arrow.

But at this moment, the conical arrow suddenly flashed red and exploded with a bang.

The explosion was not violent, its range was only three feet, and even the prisoner closest to the window was not affected.

But the cold-faced guard held the shaft of the arrow in his hand, and the arrow was no more than an inch away from his eyebrows.

Under such a close-range explosion, even if the cold-faced guard is a master who can release his internal strength and spread his energy into a wall, at least his eyes will be blinded by the blast.

however.

Under the expectant eyes of the prisoners.

The cold-faced guard, whose face was blurred by the explosion, still stood motionless, the right hand holding the gun quickly flattened and straightened, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the outside of the gun, and he fired a shot.

At the same time as the thunderous gunshots rang out, there was a loud bang from outside the window, and then a huge ball of flames exploded more than [-] meters away from the window, and was quickly thrown away by the speeding train.

The sound of the previous engine also stopped abruptly.

Apparently, the locomotive following the train had already been shot and exploded by the cold-faced guards.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The faces of the prisoners were full of disappointment.

Suddenly someone whispered, "Look, he's hurt."

The prisoners took a closer look and saw the cold-faced guard who was loading the bullet. His left hand, which was holding the arrow shaft just now, was already bloody and blood was dripping down.

But the strange thing is that the color of his bones seems to be a bit wrong. The few wounds where the bones are deeply visible seem to faintly show an alloy-like silvery white color, and there is also a metallic cold light?

Has horizontal kung fu been practiced to the bone?

The bones are as tough as alloy?

However, if the horizontal training kung fu is so strong, the palms that should be the toughest in theory should not be bruised anyway!

At this moment, the cold-faced guard turned around suddenly, and looked eagerly at the middle-aged man who had just given the signal to the armored man.

The prisoners in the compartment were taken aback by his action, but what shocked them even more was the look of the cold-faced guard at this time.

I saw that the skin of half of his face had been torn apart by the explosion just now, revealing part of the brow bones and cheekbones that were silvery white, smooth and dense, like an alloy in texture.

Even more frightening are his eyes.

His left eye turned into an electronic eye with red light flashing.

"This, what kind of monster is this?" A prisoner said with trembling teeth.

"The full metal endoskeleton simulates something in a robot science fiction story." Someone's voice was trembling, but he was extremely calm, and said with a bit of sarcasm: "Hey, knowledge is the greatest power? Dongchang has already used RoboCop up"

Just as he was speaking, the cold-faced guard who showed part of his true colors had pointed his gun at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was stunned, looking at the cold-faced guard with horror on his face, trembling all over, and muttering to himself with white lips:

"It's impossible for military technology to be suppressed like this. How could there be such an advanced robot?"

Just as he was speaking, the cold-faced guard pointed his gun at the floor under his chair.

Just when the cold-faced guard pressed down on his gun.

The floor under the middle-aged man's chair suddenly shattered, revealing a large circular hole with a diameter of half a meter.

A figure wearing black exoskeleton armor quickly poked its head out of the hole. Before it could jump into the carriage, the cold-faced guard pulled the trigger, and shot the man in the face again, knocking the man down.

Chu Tianxing could clearly see that the armored man who was trying to get up from the bottom of the car had scratches and scorched marks on his facial armor. He was obviously the one who had been shot out of the window by the cold-faced guards.

Not to mention being shot down again now, the end is even more miserable than before.

Because after he fell, there was a clanging sound from the bottom of the car, and the car body shook violently a few times.

I'm afraid that it has been unfortunately crushed into slag.

For a long time after that, no one tried to break in.

After a while, a guard with the same expressionless face and precise steps walked into the carriage, and together with the injured cold-faced guard, escorted the middle-aged man who was paralyzed and desperate.

Afterwards, several guards with completely different auras, who appeared to be normal people, came in and repaired the holes in the floor and the damaged car windows.

After the guards left, the carriage was completely sealed again, and the situation outside the window could no longer be seen.

All the previous movements also completely disappeared, as if nothing happened.

In the cool and dim light of energy-saving lamps.

Someone sighed softly:

"Failed"