"Coming." Avinash said softly.
Schmidt still didn't understand what Avinash was referring to, and he looked blankly at the roof.
"...What's coming?"
"The Assassin." Avinash pointed calmly at the top of his head, "It's right there."
At the moment Schmidt's expression suddenly changed, an "I"-shaped steel beam about two meters long had penetrated the glass dome. It fell from the sky like a spear and accurately penetrated the front of the train parked in the middle of the station.
——Exactly the one Schmidt is about to ride in.
With the deafening sound of penetration, thick smoke rose from the front of the train, and then flames emerged. Amidst the panicked screams, several huge lights on the train platform gradually went out at this moment.
——The main power supply of the station was cut off, and darkness quickly occupied every corner here.
The station was well prepared for this. Emergency lights were turned on in several escape passages at the same time. Fluorescent signs on the ground pointed out the correct path for everyone in the dark. The "Schmitts" on the platform began to flee outwards.
However, the real Schmidt did not escape. He faced the huge steel bar not far away, as if his soul was suddenly emptied out.
She's coming, she's coming...
It turns out that she knows when she will appear at the station, and she knows which train she will get on...
she knows……
She knows everything!
The crowds surging in the darkness kept knocking the distracted Schmidt backwards. His hat was knocked off, and he was soon kicked away by countless kicks. The crowd stirred up the wind and lifted the hem of his clothes.
His nerves tensed up instantly. He raised his head and looked around, trying to find the source of all the turmoil, but he still couldn't see anything.
"...Who is it? Who is there!!" Schmidt growled in anger, "Assassin...Red Velvet! Do you think I will be afraid of you? Do you think I will back down!
"Come on, come on - I'm right here! I'm right here waiting for you -"
Schmidt pulled out his gun and fired continuously into the sky. The explosive gunshots were particularly harsh in the darkness.
A few golden sparks lit up in the air, and several screams came from the other side of the station. The bullets fired from Schmidt's gun did not penetrate the cracked glass dome. They changed their flight direction after impact, and eventually splashed onto several innocent ordinary people.
Avinash, who had been talking to several subordinates at the back, noticed Schmidt's actions at this moment. He frowned and stepped forward to stop him, "Inspector, stay calm-"
"Assassin... come here!" Schmidt roared at the top of his lungs, "I don't care if your name is Red Velvet... or... Volva -"
Dozens of the vault's steel frames broke at the same time, emitting a neat and terrifying resonance.
Countless steel supports fell from the sky. Sensing the danger, Avinash put his hands around Schmidt's armpits, hugged Schmidt from behind and jumped up high.
The four stumps of the steel frame that fell straight down almost brushed against Schmidt's toes.
Schmidt suddenly let out an extremely tragic cry, and Avinash immediately smelled a strong smell of blood.
"What's wrong?"
A two centimeter thick C-shaped channel steel flew diagonally and cut off his right hand holding the gun. Schmidt's face twisted into a ball, and he couldn't make any sound in pain.
The assassin had already swooped down from the sky, and Avinash did not dare to stop. He carried Schmidt to dodge all the way, and the enemy was pursuing him.
The broken steel frame was like poisonous stings, constantly thrown at his side. The attack was ferocious and intensive. Avinash could only judge where to stop next by hearing, and had no time to care about anything else.
The assassin in the darkness always holds an iron pole in his hand. When running, the end of the long pole hits the steel frame, wall or ground, causing a series of golden sparks.
They outline the assassin's trajectory in the darkness, and the border between black and gold is so dazzling.
The sparks were also reflected in Schmidt's eyes. He lay on Avinash's shoulder and stared at everything, involuntarily entering into a fearless trance.
Although he could not fully understand the gap in strength between the enemy and ourselves, this huge sense of oppression had crushed any previous imagination he had about the "assassin". He forgot about anger, resistance, and even pain and fear. He just stared blankly at the enemy in a dark cloak in the distance, with a strong tinnitus in his ears.
To him, this was almost equivalent to the call of death.
Several of Avinash's subordinates struggled to provide assistance. They tried to attract the attention of the assassin, but the assassin completely ignored the provocations of others.
It just enjoys the fun of chasing unscrupulously, pushing Avinash to the edge several times, but only to stop it.
It almost playfully wandered around Avinash and Schmidt a few times, the radius getting wider and wider, and finally stepped on the station's colonnade and jumped onto the steel frame vault of the train station again.
Its speed was astonishingly fast. No one could catch up with it, and no one dared to catch it. Everyone could only watch it jump from one chandelier to another. There was also a picture hidden under its black hood. The face wearing a mask, no one knows what the expression is on the face behind the mask.
Avinash's heart almost jumped out of his chest - at least a minute had passed, and AHgAs had not sent any support.
Damn... why haven't Victoria and the others arrived yet!
What on earth are they doing!
"Sir!!" came an exclamation from subordinates in the distance. Avinash noticed that a section of the cantilever above his head was tilting. He once again lifted Schmidt's back collar and pointed it outward before the steel behemoth hit the ground. get away.
The disintegrated steel beams stirred up a huge cloud of dust on the ground, scattered gravel, and countless screw parts rolled down. The sound echoed throughout the train station.
After safely returning to the ground, Schmidt woke up from his dream. He trembled and grabbed Avinash's sleeve, "...go, hurry up, take me away, let's get out of here quickly -"
"I have to ask you to continue to stay here for a while." Avinash coughed a few times, his eyes closely following the assassin in the sky, "Our image collection has not been completed yet, and we need more data..."
"……What?"
"When our work is over, I will naturally take you to the next refuge point. Just be patient for a while, Inspector."
There was another loud noise in the distance, and the assassins used local materials to destroy every train locomotive parked on the track with the reinforced iron frame of the vault. Several mercury needles were about fifty meters away from it, following its movements.
This time, the assassin was indifferent to all the shots aimed at it.
"Attention to all filming staff, don't get close to it," Avinash whispered to the collar, "keep your distance and never confront it head-on. Please answer when you receive it."
A series of "get it" came from the earphones.
