What the old cat said is right.
Duan Chengliang curled his lips and said, "It's really a big loss for the employer. At least send a professional to calm down the situation."
Youxiu checked everything in the bag and said, "How do you know there are no professionals among us?"
As soon as these words came out, the three of them turned to look at her, "Who?"
Youxiu pointed at herself, "I'm quite professional."
Duan Chengliang showed disgust, as if he didn't force me to expose you.
My cousin usually doesn't like to listen to old people's magic theories. How could she possibly understand them?
Mai asked thoughtfully, "Are you really a professional?"
[Barrage]: Yes, yes, you can speak sly words, but you are not a professional yet.
[Barrage]: Ouch, my wife is so cute. My wife's brother is also cute.
[Barrage]: Some people are making assumptions again.
[Barrage]: My sister said she is a professional, so she definitely is.
But Youxiu went against the grain of the audience.
She raised her chin sadly, "If I were a professional, the female instructor wouldn't dare to hit me."
Three people: "..." It sounds like you have been wronged. Didn't you beat people until they gave up?
After a while, everyone thought everyone was here.
A team came down from upstairs with more complete and professional equipment than these people.
The leader was wearing a bun, a yellow robe, and cloth shoes.
The traditional image of a Taoist priest.
His sleeves were fluttering, and his wise fox-like eyes narrowed, scanning the crowd.
A very unfathomable feeling.
Goosebumps appeared on Duan Chengliang's arms.
"There are really professionals." Old Mao's jaw almost dropped, "It seems that this world is just like ours, there are talented people and strangers."
Two pairs of curious eyes stared at the old cat.
The old cat said sheepishly: "I don't know what I will encounter later, haha. If your marksmanship is not accurate, remember not to point the gun at anyone."
Duan Chengliang was carrying two bags on his back and one bag in each hand. "He said it as if I could shoot a gun."
"Don't worry, we will protect you well and won't forget you even if we escape. We will give you a chance to practice depending on the situation."
Duan Chengliang had no burden. At worst, when he ran away, the other bags would be thrown on the ground, which would have no impact on the weapons reserves.
At 11:50, the players were all waiting quietly by the platform, but the construction workers in the story never showed up.
At 11:55, the train pulled into the station.
Dazzling bright lights shuttled across the train tracks.
Standing in front of the train was a strange man who was all white, smooth, without edges, with long arms and legs, and eight very long robotic arms on his back, like a weird model wearing spider claws.
As soon as the car door opened, several people stepped in.
Youxiu pulled Duan Chengliang, "Don't come in, this is not No. 444."
ha?
People who heard You Xiu talking quickly looked for clues. How could they tell that this was not No. 444?
They couldn't find it because the train number was written on the front of the car.
The headlights were so dazzling that I couldn't see clearly even if I didn't look carefully just now.
The professional was still there and didn't take a step forward.
The four people who got on the train looked back and saw that no one was getting on. Two of them came out to see what was going on.
The other two people sitting in the bright train car looked terrified.
"Help, help, help me..." There seemed to be a pair of invisible hands around the body, imprisoning people and pressing them on their seats. Even though they suppressed their blushes, they could not stand up.
They hurriedly shot around, but the attack was lonely.
The door closes with two beeps and the train opens.
The moment it was closed, the bodies and faces of the people in the carriage swelled up like inflated balloons.
They shouted wildly, but they could no longer stop the call of death.
Blood flew and splashed half of the glass.
The train drove away, and everyone's backs were still feeling cold.
Weird copies and weird bushes, if you are not careful, they will become the nutrients of the weird world.
Youxiu burped.
Everyone looked at her, Duan Chengliang tilted his head slightly, "You burp, everyone knows that we are very full."
[Barrage]: Isn’t the focus of attention a bit biased?
[Barrage]: One moment I was vomiting tea, the next moment I was spitting tea.
[Barrage]: It was so exciting that I didn’t even eat during the live broadcast.
[Barrage]: What a cold person. After watching the whole process, I only see pretentiousness and selfishness. I still like anchors who are sympathetic and helpful. Goodbye, I won’t watch anymore.
[Barrage]: If you don’t want to watch it, don’t watch it, but please tell me, when did I, Xiuer, show off?
[Barrage]: Her strength does not allow her to keep a low profile.
[Barrage]: It is because of your support of this kind of anchor that a large group of heartless players can survive.
[Barrage]: Coming, coming, the Holy Mother and the Holy Father are going to start a war.
[Barrage]: Don't worry about them, let them say, if we can sway Xiu'er, we will lose.
At 11:58, a new train arrived. The driver in front was the same as the one just now. Anyone who didn't look carefully thought it was the same train.
Several people were still standing there, watching the reactions of others.
The Taoist priest walked in first.
You Xiu also stepped forward with ease.
After seeing the two big guys enter, the people behind felt free to enter.
The train door is closed and the carriage is sealed.
"Dear passengers, train No. 444 is about to depart from the Death Line Station, preparing to go to the world of the dead. If you are not ready, you can kill yourself and become a member of the train."
Everyone: "..."
What a tiger and wolf thing.
However, the idea of becoming a member of a train is a bit scary.
I can’t help but wonder if there are many invisible and strange people in the carriage.
Having learned the bloody lesson from the previous train, no one dared to sit down, for fear that they would be the next "human skin balloon".
The train departed and the temperature plummeted again.
The thermal insulation effect of a body armor is not enough, and Youxiu never wants to experience hypothermia again.
When hypothermia occurs, the nerve-challenging mania will constantly pull at all rationality and drive people crazy.
Youxiu took out a compressed jacket from her bag and put it on.
Duan Chengliang was also wrapped in down.
The two of them looked very warm.
The old cat looked envious, "You are very well prepared."
After saying this, Mai also took out the marathon-specific thermal insulation foil from the bag and unfolded it. Take off your body armor and put tin foil inside your clothes to prevent hypothermia.
Then put your clothes back on.
Old Cat: "Wheat, don't you have my share?"
Wheat's small tinfoil roll was thrown in his face, "You should prepare one yourself."
"Don't I have you here? I know you are a considerate person, Xiaomai." The old cat wore his tinfoil with a smile.
"Go away." Xiaomai said.
The two have such a tacit understanding that one can immediately tell that they are old partners and old friends.
It's not a makeshift team.
Duan Chengliang poked You Xiu, who followed Duan Chengliang's gaze and looked at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest also took off his yellow robe and put on his jacket, wrapping himself tightly.
Many people didn't think about this layer. Fortunately, the body armor itself kept warm, and there was a big bag on the back, so it didn't freeze much.
The train moved forward quietly with almost no bumps. It drove underground for almost ten minutes when my phone suddenly received a message, "Your network has been disconnected. Good luck."
"It's quite considerate." Duan Chengliang smiled and was about to put the phone in his trouser pocket, but it suddenly lit up with a burst of red light, and Duan Chengliang immediately threw the phone to the ground.
Youxiu knocked on the car body, smashed open the phone case, and took out the battery and phone card.
Other people's mobile phones also spontaneously ignited. Only the Taoist priest and the person behind him looked calm. Obviously knows more information than these people.
The mobile phones of the miscellaneous mercenaries were scrapped, leaving only the one in Youxiu's hand.
She separated the things and wrapped them in ziplock bags.
As for asking why there is a fresh-keeping bag, Youxiu asked the boss to buy it when she was having a late-night snack.
How can you go on a trip without a fresh-keeping bag?
The ziplock bag can be used as a garbage bag, can hold food, can hold clothes... it can also be an insulator, and it can be knotted, and it is also waterproof.
If you have important things, put them in ziplock bags.
Xiuer's operations are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The old cat couldn't take his eyes off the deft movements, "Why do you still keep your mobile phone?"
"When it comes in, it can remind us that the Internet is disconnected. When it comes out later, it may also remind us that we have the Internet." Youxiu's analysis is reasonable.
Duan Chengliang gradually became accustomed to divergent thinking, "But why can't I use my mobile phone after entering the dungeon? Since the Internet is disconnected, we can't contact the outside world."
Who knows!
There was a circle of light in the front passage, and before anyone had time to think about what was going on, the train emerged from the ground.
Outside the window is a steel forest, and a huge underground factory comes into view.
On both sides of the railway, countless weird people were waiting there, looking greedily at the people on the train.
"Dear pigs, welcome to terminal 444. This journey is only the terminal, there is no turning back, enjoy your last time." The train stopped at the station.
The voice played expresses the phrase "not good at heart" vividly.
Everyone stood in front of the door and got ready.
Mai held the handle of the gun and said, "Xiao Xiu and Lao Mao are in front, and I'll take the rear. Is that okay?"
Youxiu didn't care. Xiaomai, who was wearing a helmet, couldn't see any expression. Youxiu asked: "But are you really okay?"
The old cat said: "Believe her, she is the marksman in our team. If she can't do it, no one can."
Since Youxiu wants to form a team with someone, she must give some trust, "OK!"
Duan Chengliang was the one carrying the bags. He stood in the middle and was responsible for providing arms.
They didn't expect him to start a shootout at all, they just needed to hold the gun down and not point it at anyone.
"Bang, bang, bang," as soon as the door opened, a strange man who looked exactly like the conductor rushed towards him.
Laomao unfolded his telescopic shield, rushed forward, and blocked the first strange person who rushed towards him. Youxiu shot the strange person in the head first.
After being shot, they did not fall, but instead attacked more fiercely.
Youxiu could only shoot continuously to figure out their weaknesses.
"It's difficult to find the fatal point for the time being. If you suspect it's behind them, kicking their legs can make them lose mobility."
Laomao and Xiaomai immediately adjusted their guns and hit the weirdo's leg joints.
The bullets ejected from the muzzle can destroy the healing of the weird ones. One shot can only take off half of their lower legs if it is accurate enough.
But they soon discovered that by beating their legs, they would turn upside down and walk on the spider legs behind them, making them faster and more agile.
