Jackal smiled at Gwen, then lowered his head and glanced at the front of the car: "Be careful, I smell blood."
"..."
Can you smell this? Gwen felt the wind pressure around him and was a little surprised. He was stunned and saw the Jackal's tall body suddenly melting like water, and the shadow penetrated into the narrow exhaust of the front cab.
In the window. This window is only five centimeters high and several meters wide. The inner slope makes it impossible to observe the inside.
laugh.
The air-tight valve on the front side of the car was opened, and the heavy door slowly slid to the right. Behind the door stood a jackal dressed in combat attire.
"Convenient capabilities."
Gwen walked into the front room of the car, and a burst of strong steam mist suddenly burst out from the car. Gwen did not use her source power to protect herself, and imitated the jackal and turned a blind eye. The slightly warm steam mist rushed around her.
, blowing the corners of his clothes. His mood also randomly became happy, and he was a little wary: "Is this?"
"Regular ventilation after entering the underground." Jackal made a breathing gesture, "Just like people need to breathe, the train also needs to breathe after entering the underground. But the interesting thing is..."
Seeing that Jackal was about to enter a state of enthusiastic discussion again, Gwen took the lead in walking to the front desk:
"Let's talk about the interesting things later, Jackal. Are there no staff here?"
The jackal's wolf ears twitched slightly, and then showed an inquiring expression:
"Yes, but according to the evacuation principle, we must avoid it in a small room."
"Is there such a principle?"
"Yes, because once the authority's trains have problems, they will enter the subway line. If we don't land from above and catch up with the front of the train, it will be difficult to get out."
"No emergency evacuation measures?"
Jackal said in an insulted tone: "Every train has them!"
"but?"
He smiled: "But there are no trains for government workers."
"Why?"
Jackal spread his hands: "Maybe the authorities think that if the staff can't stick to their posts, it would be better to die... But what's interesting is that all the five major metropolitan trains have evacuation measures. Maybe it's because the authorities think that it's better to die...
'The government is the position'."
Gwen covered her eyes with source power, and some subtle traces in her sight appeared.
His eyes lit up, he walked towards the front desk and supported himself on the front desk with both hands.
There is an arm remaining on the seat behind the front desk.
His warmth gently clings to it.
"The breath of the living, still alive, but seriously injured."
"It's a wound caused by a large scimitar."
The jackal came over and observed, "There is a strange smell of sulfur in the air. It is most likely a horned devil or an evil spirit."
Gwen looked at him in surprise.
I'm not surprised because "Demon comes standard with sulfur", but because the pronunciation of the evil ghost is actually "Oni", which obviously comes from the Japanese pronunciation. It is very special in the pronunciation of Utopia, which is full of large tongue and uvula sounds.
.
"The horned demon will use a pair of curved-edged swords as weapons, while the evil spirit will use a type of knife called 'Tachi' hundreds of years ago. Well, it is precisely because of the existence of these two that Utopia
Scholars believe that there may be an invisible abyss under the Sea of Illusion, inhabited by these creatures with obvious 'civilized' tendencies..."
Gwen became more and more certain of the inextricable connection between the ancient witch and the earth.
Definitions and creatures like demons and evil spirits carry an obvious aura of earthly myths and legends.
"The person being attacked is still alive."
Gwen told the jackal about the living aura she sensed, and the jackal nodded and walked towards the location where the traces appeared on the ground.
The rear door of the front carriage is opened.
A section of road stained with red blood appeared in front of them, and a red-black mud appeared in front of them.
It squirmed like some kind of indescribable slug with body and will. Skeletons, gray eyes, black leather shoes, and undigested human bodies could be seen in the translucent body.
.
"Oil monster-type A."
The jackal left a sound and rushed towards the disgusting red and black mud.
Pfft.
It was like the sound of something solid and semi-liquid that had been held in the intestines for several days overflowing.
Then……
A mud whip shot out from the red-black mud body, but it was closer to a mud arrow, carrying strong wind and coming at three times the speed of Utopia standard pistol bullets.
In an instant, the jackal's tall body became extremely soft.
The whole person was like the same soft mud, dodging the attack.
Swish.
The mud whip was cut open by a short knife attached to his source power, and fell to the ground, making a small hole in the solid floor.
The weight is more than expected.
The representative vitality also exceeded expectations.
...If you want to kill, you have to use a lightsaber.
Jackal made a decision.
The leader of the special task force suddenly felt a surge of heat. He turned around subconsciously, holding the short knife under his hand, and high-quality source power wrapped around his body.
boom!
The trailing flames passed by his side, leaving behind a beautiful flame trail and the remnants of high temperature. The brief burst of air made all four ears slightly numb.
The handsome-looking man, with a kind of charm that transcends sex and gender, had one eye burning, and his left hand made a pistol finger, but he was slowly lowering it.
"..."
...The source power of flame enhancement. Is it the source energy system? Or the strengthening system... No, it should be the transformation system. Only the transformation system has such terrifying and highly destructive flames.
Professor Jackal subconsciously analyzed the power of his client.
He turned his head and couldn't help but shake the pair of towering dog ears. The mud monster Type A hit by the fire bomb had turned into coals that had been burned by the flames, with residual fire and traces still remaining.
The glue of fire.
He couldn't help but wonder, what would happen if this fire bomb was used to sneak attack him?
…
Gwen couldn't help but wonder, why did she always drop her weapon instinctively?
He lowered his head and looked at the submachine gun he had thrown at his feet. He quietly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the Jackal. Seeing the distracted expression on his face, he calmly picked up the gun.
boom!
Embarrassingly, the gun went off.
…
Gwen met the Jackal's eyes calmly and said softly: "The survivors are still waiting for us."
"That's true...but your source power is so destructive...Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for information about you, I'm just sighing for your destructive ability. Not many people can kill the mud monster type A with one blow.
See you there."
"Nothing, this is an injured mud monster."
Gwen said.
The jackal smiled: "Cutting off one of its tentacles does not count as injuring it."
Gwen didn't mean this. It seemed that... when he used the power of 'Princess with One Eye of Fire', his ability to sense the breath of life was very powerful. He could directly sense the explosives inside the monster.
It was destroyed once, probably by a grenade.
He nodded: "Then I will take all the credit."
"No problem, all the military bullets in your gun are yours, including two magazines. I'll take care of the reimbursement."
