Cheng Mo took off the Ouroboros from his wrist and put it in the hidden bag in his inner armor, so that even if he was caught, he would not be killed immediately because of the Ouroboros.

After putting down Ouroboros, Cheng Mo ran to the platform alone. At this time, there were only a few people on the platform queuing up to get on the train. He passed through the automatic door and entered the platform made of steel and concrete. The entire Europe

The platform of the Yu headquarters has only one railway track, and the area and space are not very large. The culvert is not a traditional arc shape, but a square. The train is also boxy in shape, the floor is made of gray square granite, and the walls of the culvert are

The roof is paved with square stainless steel cubes. Perhaps because the lights are too dim, it looks very gloomy, like a wasteland-style underground bunker, without any futuristic atmosphere. Cheng Mo slowed down a little and walked quickly in the darkness.

Walk towards the first carriage.

A pure white light shone through the glass windows of the subway train. The light was like clouds, soft and white. Cheng Mo had inexplicable emotions surging in his heart. He couldn't help but think of that rainy night in Moscow when he and Xie Minyun embarked on the journey together.

k20 that changed your destiny.

This time it seems that he will embark on a journey with an uncertain destination again, as if his fate is always inextricably linked to the train.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and followed an Ou Yu guard into the carriage. Ten seconds later, the alarm sounded, followed by the sound of a leaking air valve.

The car door is closed.

Cheng Mo grabbed the armrest and turned his head to glance at the carriage. The carriage was not full. The fully armed Ou Yu guards held guns and sat upright on their chairs without squinting. The black exoskeleton armor and pairs of solemn eyes were but

It makes the entire carriage look cramped and depressing.

Cheng Mo is already familiar with how to hide among enemies. In this case, it is basically impossible to take off the mask to identify himself. Besides, there is an electronic identification code on the vest, plus the data that Nuwa has tampered with, even if he encounters an unexpected

He can handle any situation calmly and calmly.

Therefore, Cheng Mo stood in front of everyone without any panic.

The subway started moving slowly. The guard in front of him had already moved forward and found a seat to sit down. Cheng Mo did not move immediately. From the corner of his eye, he glanced out the window and vaguely saw a few figures walking through the automatic doors in front of the platform.

Passing by, Cheng Mo glanced at them and saw that Fu Yuanzhuo and the others were about to leave the platform on the fourth floor.

Chengmo's mood was a little complicated at this moment. Although he did not think that Du Leng, Gu Feifan, Zhu Lingqi, and Guan Bojun had simple motives for following him back to Paris. He must also admit that they did help a lot.

Even though they were a little noisy, a little self-righteous, and even made some mistakes, no matter what, things would not have progressed to this level without them. Overall, Cheng Mo felt that this was a pretty good cooperation, although it was rumored that

The "Ouyu data" returned to China can give them generous returns. As a fair person, Cheng Mo still feels that they earned it by gambling their lives, and he still owes them something, especially if he does not have any selfish intentions.

Fu Yuanzhuo.

It's just that rewards are rewards, and calculations are calculations. Cheng Mo has already made up his mind to use this incident to tie Gu Feifan and Du Leng, who have a promising future, to his side.

These two people are ambitious and courageous. In terms of background, Gu Feifei is strong, and in terms of brains, Du Lengqiang, they will definitely be the final targets of Tai Chi Dragon's cultivation in the future.

Of course, the biggest beneficiary is definitely himself, but the premise is that he and Xie Minyun can return to China safely.

As for Ou Yu's data, Nuwa is downloading it with all her strength. Cheng Mo did not deliberately ask Nuwa to search it. He must now concentrate on solving the clown Sith's matter first.

The train drove out of the platform and rushed into the culvert. The sound of the rails and the wheel hubs rubbing against each other suddenly became louder. Cheng Mo walked forward along the carriage. He thought he could get on the train, and the clown Sith might be able to get on the train too. Maybe

You can find clues on the train yourself.

Cheng Mo's eyes swept over the Ou Yu guards in the seats one by one, like a general inspecting his soldiers. He observed everyone's only exposed eyes, trying to find the clown Sith through the window of the soul. Those eyes were in Cheng Mo's eyes.

It was so clear in his mind that Cheng Mo believed he could recognize him.

Cheng Mo walked forward along the carriage. Those Ou Yu guards were sitting on their seats waiting quietly. From time to time they took out their mobile phones to take a look. No one was talking. There was a kind of heaviness in everyone's eyes, which was as heavy as gravity.

The light in their eyes fell. Cheng Mo seemed to see a bird struggling tiredly in the heavy rain. He had seen such eyes in the eyes of middle-aged men wearing briefcases and suits on the subway during the evening rush hour.

There are often such expressions of emotion.

They were breathing step by step, their expressions were confused, and their eyes were bleary. Life was quickly consumed blindly, but they had no way out and had to persevere in the city day after day.

What they see in their eyes is numbness that goes deep into their bones.

The same is probably true for these Ouyu guards. The filter element in the respirator is counting down all the time, but they have nowhere to escape. They have to carry out their mission desperately and do their best for the slightest hope of survival.

.

This atmosphere is even more terrifying than the poisonous gas flying like mist outside the window.

It's just that Cheng Mo was indifferent. When he saw some suspicious people, Cheng Mo would look at him a few more times without any scruples. When these people saw his epaulettes, they subconsciously saluted him and called him "sir". Cheng Mo thought that

If there is nothing unusual, he will nod seriously and continue walking to the car behind.

When he got on the train, he counted silently. There were only six carriages in the whole train. At the current speed, he would only need three or four minutes to reach the end.

When entering the fourth carriage, Cheng Mo pretended to inspect the people just like he did in the previous three carriages. However, after taking a few steps, he realized that something was wrong. The eyes of most people in this carriage were cold, even

There is also some ruthless arrogance, not as worried as those Ou Yu guards in front.

The coldness made sense, but the fanaticism was hard to explain. And no one had called him "sir" yet, which made Cheng Mo have to be wary. He didn't even dare to observe these people as unscrupulously as before, but looked at them intently.

of moving forward.

The glass reflected a fleeting scene, and the empty and dark corridor was as deep as an abyss. These people wearing Oyu guards were like demons guarding the abyss.

Cheng Mo didn't dare to speed up his pace, controlled his heartbeat, tensed his nerves and walked towards the end of the carriage steadily.

The carriage is not spacious, and there are not too many people. Even if he doesn't look, everyone's eyes will still jump into his field of vision. Some people's eyes are like wild beasts, cold and arrogant, probably the kind of people who are in danger of death.

Only the killer who breaks in has such a look in his eyes.

But Cheng Mo knew that these were not the eyes of the Clown Sith.

The Clown Sith's eyes are blue fire.

The cold flame of fanaticism that burns everything.

Cheng Mo had a premonition that he might be able to see the clown Sith. His heart beat involuntarily faster, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear.

Maybe both.

Although Cheng Mo had prepared himself mentally, his heartbeat still twitched when he walked to the middle of the car and saw the person at the rear of the car. Although the exoskeleton the man was wearing was the same as the others, his rickety sitting posture was somewhat casual.

It made him look so out of place in the desolate atmosphere of the carriage.

Cheng Mo barely steadied his steps, stared at the narrow door at the junction of the carriages, and only used his peripheral vision to check the suspicious man. The man was wearing a pair of black high-top leather boots, about size 43 to 44.

The feet are very big, a bit weird. The black trousers are tied inside the leather boots, and the whole thing is a bit tight. It seems that the legs are too long and the trousers are a bit short. There are obvious marks on the black exoskeleton adjustment ruler on the calf.

The scratches are traces of adjustment. Unlike others who sit upright and keep their bodies in a taut state so that they can fight at any time, he leans against the car, arches his back, and holds the gun in his arms very casually.

, with a relaxed posture, like an office worker holding a briefcase and taking a rest on the subway.

Cheng Mo's breathing paused, and a sense of danger came over his heart.

He hung his head crookedly, and a hazy white light reflected on the top of his slightly large alloy helmet. Cheng Mo couldn't see his eyes, but could only see the iron-gray respirator growing on his cheek like an organ. Cheng Mo's

Scanning his eyes from above, he discovered that there were faint white marks on the mask straps that went around the back of his head. Those white marks were densely covered in the black straps like sweat stains.

Cheng Mo walked through three carriages and had never seen anything like this before. It seemed that these little white marks were not worth studying, but Cheng Mo was keenly reminded of the bleach hydrogen peroxide.

Hydrogen peroxide is the most commonly used disinfectant in biochemical laboratories. As long as you enter a biochemical laboratory, you will inevitably be sprayed.

Cheng Mo's heart trembled, and he immediately took back his peripheral vision. He was 100% sure that the guard Ou Yu in front of him was the clown Sith in disguise, but he did not dare to shoot rashly. Maybe he could kill the clown Sith instantly, but the opponent

With so many people here, I definitely can't escape. I have to get out of the carriage and let Nuwa order the other Ouyu guards to come over and kill the clown Sith.

The length of the entire carriage is about twenty-two meters. Now he has walked half of it, but the next half is longer than one thousand meters and ten thousand meters. Cheng Mo seemed to feel that he was walking on a steel cable. The length of the steel cable

Below is the endless abyss of darkness. He carefully maintained his balance and took every step carefully. His breathing and pace could not be disordered, and even his heartbeat could not be disordered.

A little chaos may lead to catastrophe.

He seemed to feel the cold wind wrapping around him, shaking the slender rope. A bead of sweat flowed from his forehead to the corner of his left eye. Cheng Mo didn't dare to close his eyes. He endured the soreness and stepped forward, only a few steps away.

The other side of the road.

The closer you get to the other side of success, the closer you get to the sleeping devil. Danger is like a pervasive venom, seeping in from the gaps in the exoskeleton. Cold, sharp, and creepy stings are trying to invade.

His pores, Cheng Mo felt that every inch of his body was shrinking inwards, as if his body was instinctively trying to escape.

"A distance of about ten meters, a total of twenty steps." Cheng Mo counted down in his mind, making sure that every step he took accurately followed the rhythm.

"nineteen."

"eighteen."

"Seventeen."

...........

"one."

He walked to the door of the subway connection in exactly twenty steps like a precise clock.

Finally, there was only a closed sliding door left from victory.

Cheng Mo didn't dare to look at the clown Sith at all. He just raised his right hand, which was as heavy as a stone, trying to open the door to hell, and then left the carriage.

"Don't be anxious, be natural, just like normal." Cheng Mo thought to himself. He seemed to be casual but stiffened his arms to touch the sliding door. Through the transparent glass window, he could see the situation of the next car. Everything was like this.

Quiet, as if he was the only one on the train.

"Success or failure depends on this." Cheng Mo held the door handle. Wearing tactical gloves, he couldn't feel the temperature of the stainless steel handle. It must be cold.

He will open the door to victory and glory, just like Napoleon holding his scepter through the Arc de Triomphe.

"Sir..."

A low, hoarse voice broke the eerie silence, like a shark lurking beside you, stirring up the peaceful danger of the deep sea.
To be continued...