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The flight attendant's pupils suddenly contracted!

Just when Chen Ling's short knife was about to cut his throat, a flash of gray flashed, and his palm was suddenly empty.

The wind from Chen Ling's palm brushed across the steward's neck, causing the latter to break out in a cold sweat. He took half a step back and stabbed Chen Ling with his short knife with his backhand!

Forgot he could steal weapons...

Chen Ling, whose hands were empty, had no choice but to dodge. In this short gap, the flight attendant pulled away from him and barely stood firm on the roof of the car.

"How is this speed possible?" The flight attendant looked at Chen Ling in astonishment, "Have you also mastered Shinto?"

He seemed to have thought of something, his face changed one after another,

"No, you are not an ordinary new law enforcer... Who are you? A Jiangtian cultist? Or a member of the Dusk Club?"

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Chen Ling stopped pretending. He had to kill this guy as soon as possible... The other party knew too much.

Without his weapon, Chen Ling can still fight with his bare hands with his own speed. The killing skills he learned from Han Meng are no joke.

Chen Ling changed her pace and approached the flight attendant at an extremely fast speed. The latter, who had suffered a loss once, seemed a little wary of getting close to Chen Ling and kept using pistols and daggers to keep the distance between him and him.

As Chen Ling gradually approached, the flight attendant could only keep retreating, and soon they reached the end of the last section of the train, with almost no way to retreat.

Dark brown coats were flying on the top of the train, and the steam mixed with the wind and snow gradually submerged the two figures.

At the same time, in the direction of the train, a narrow tunnel was approaching at great speed!

The size of this tunnel is extremely narrow, less than a head height difference from the height of the train. The two people who were fighting desperately saw the wall hitting the wall at high speed from the corner of their eyes, and they were shocked at the same time!

The moment they were about to hit the tunnel, Chen Ling reached out to touch her chin and tore it hard!

A face flew into the air.

Om-! !

The train passed through the tunnel like a cannonball, the squeezing air making a low roar,

Chaotic lights and shadows flashed vaguely, and dozens of seconds later, the light once again enveloped the roof of the car. On the sunken truck compartment, the flight attendant climbed up in embarrassment...

"Damn, I almost got hit."

When he almost hit the tunnel, he used his skills to "steal" the sand loaded in the truck, causing the tarpaulin underneath to collapse suddenly. He escaped by hiding in it.

He barely stood up and saw a bloody cheetah, crawling a few steps away, staring at him with a pair of scarlet eyes.

Cheetah? ?

The moment he saw this thing, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He had no time to respond to why a cheetah appeared out of thin air on the train, so he raised his gun and shot. At this moment, the scarlet afterimage passed across the roof of the train like lightning!

The sharp claws cut his wrist open, and the gun rolled down the car with his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, the cheetah tore at his neck and face like crazy. Its screams echoed in the wind and snow, and were soon covered up by the roaring train.

Clang-clang-clang...

After an unknown amount of time, the cheetah finally stopped slowly... it stood up and turned into a human silhouette.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the hot blood from his cheek. After the scarlet red, there was Chen Ling's calm and suppressed crazy face.

Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth. He picked up a handful of snow from the roof of the car and stuffed it into his mouth, rinsed it for a while, and spit it out.

"This skill... is surprisingly useful." He murmured to himself.

This was the first time he faced an opponent with Shinto skills. Although he won in the end, the opponent's strange ability still left a deep impression on him... However, he speculated that the man in front of him only had second-level strength at best. .

The first-level skill is to steal items, and the second-level skill is to steal faces... But strictly speaking, these two skills are not offensive.

Thieves are thieves. In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, they are still inferior to "soldiers".

Chen Ling looked at the unrecognizable corpse. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ling bent down and took off all his clothes. He kicked the naked corpse into the bottom of the car and was soon crushed to pieces by the steel wheels.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled up the flight attendant's clothes, threw it into the cliff nearby, and disappeared.

"I'm sorry, the foundation of the Bingshen Dao...can't be given up to you just like this."

The fire usurper and his target are both soldiers and warriors. Although he is only at the first level and alone, Chen Ling does not intend to give up just like that... He plans to take a risk once.

The fire usurper is the enemy, but as long as he uses it well, he may become his own weapon.

Chen Ling glanced at the passenger compartment, a plan emerged in her mind, and madness flashed in her eyes again!

At this moment, Chen Ling could clearly feel that his twisted divine way was jumping for joy, his empty chest was beating, and every cell in his body was waiting for him to dance between life and death.

He knew that this was the twisted Shinto changing his character again...

But this feeling is really not bad!

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[Current expected value: 61%]

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"Tell me, which one will come back first, the 13th or the 8th?"

In the passenger compartment, Zhong Yaoguang and another fellow student sat side by side, eating melon seeds and talking.

"It should be No. 13. After all, the enforcer leading the team in District [-] is very capable of running away at first sight."

"I thought I heard gunshots just now, right at the back of the car. Someone should have finished..."

"I think it's No. 8. After all, No. 8 is the third level. Once he learns that skill, killing people won't be difficult for him."

"Makes sense..."

While everyone was talking, a figure wearing a dark brown coat floated lightly beside the carriage door and stepped into the carriage with broken snow.

"I'll be back on the 13th actually." Zhong Yaoguang said with a smile, "Why did you delay for so long?"

"That kid escaped on the surface, but actually hid on the roof of the car. I ran around and found out that I was exhausted." Chen Ling cursed as she casually walked to her seat and sat down.

"Quite smart..."

"I can see that, after all, he was the first one to discover us." Another law enforcer replied.

"Here, eat some melon seeds."

Chen Ling picked up two pieces of melon seeds and looked into the carriage while eating them.

"You haven't caught the other one yet?" he asked casually.

Jiang Qin ran away at the same time as him. If he chose the right path, there was actually hope of escaping...

Chen Ling didn't care if the others died, but he hoped Jiang Qin would live.

Chen Ling looked at the thick dark brown coat on her body and felt a little worried.

"No, I don't know what's going on."

"...Forget it, I'll go over and take a look." A glimmer of light flashed in Chen Ling's eyes, and she stood up and walked towards the carriage door.

"no need."

At this moment, a figure walked into the carriage, faced him, and walked slowly...

The moment she saw that person, Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw "Jiang Qin" covered in blood, dragging a corpse through the carriage, and stopped in front of Chen Ling... The corpse in his hand was another Jiang Qin.

"Jiang Qin" raised a bloody palm and patted Chen Ling's shoulder.

"Everyone successfully stole it, well done."

After saying that, he passed by Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was stunned for a long time and lowered her head slightly.

On the dark brown coat, there was a scarlet bloody handprint, which was shocking.