Steel steam and flame

"Okay." The major thought about it for a moment, and now it seems that this is the only way. Neither of them dared to go to the other side of the train. If they wanted to take the initiative, they had to do something. Hanging here all the time, there is nothing to do except wait for the enemy who is fully prepared.

Cassia got under the car and quickly climbed forward through the pipes. The re-training was too long, and the front trains could not clear all the snow on the tracks. Cassia could only move forward against huge resistance, and it felt like weight-bearing training. Under this temperature, her body was quickly covered with sweat.

As we approached the front of the car, two or three minutes had just passed. Cassia came here with the snow on her head, and her head was already numb due to the snow. The skin on the top of his head was also scratched a little by sharp ice particles in the snow. I don't know if it was normal, but a layer of blood scab quickly formed on the wound. Like the wounds on his body that were scratched by metal fragments, the healing speed became much faster than before. Especially for the injury on the waist, the film composed of unknown substance at the wound became stronger and tougher over a period of time. It did not transform into Cassia's own skin. After leaving the warehouse, when Cassia looked there again, the film-like thing had turned into black gray.

It felt like soft leather. Cassia even poked it with the tip of a tactical knife. It was dozens of times tougher than his own skin. The tip of the knife did not scratch it easily, but only poked out a white spot. point. It became very difficult for the tip of the knife to sink in, and it encountered great obstacles in the film-like material. It has the properties of liquid metal, and Cassia got this feeling from the tactical knife. But there are his own organs underneath, and Cassia doesn't dare to do anything hard to herself.

The film-like substance was slowly peeling off his body and was being pushed away by the new skin that was gradually growing underneath. Cassia collected a little and put it in his trouser pocket, planning to show it to the old professors for inspection if he went back to the military school.

During the last distance, Cassia slowed down a little, carefully climbed over the last car, and peeked out from under the car to look at the four tractor engines in front.

The rumbling sound of the retrain rang in his ears. Cassia turned over to the hanging corridor next to the front of the fourth tractor. Looking back, he could see the old housekeeper who was still tied to the steel plate. His face had turned light blue in the cold wind, with a self-deprecating expression, as if it had been solidified. There is also a steel knife inserted in the heart, which penetrates from the back of the heart, revealing a sharp tip. All the blood was frozen, and like his body, it was bonded to the steel plate.

Cassia turned her head, still moving very carefully. You can see the thick steam column very close to your head, and there is frost powder in the surrounding air when the steam cools down and freezes. He walked to the iron door at the front of the fourth tractor unit and found that the thickened iron door that had been re-welded was tightly closed, as was the case for the three cars in front. When Cassia put his hand on the simple handle, he couldn't help but recall the memory of when the group of people left here not long ago.

When the group of people left, did they take the door behind them? From the major's words, these people should all be professional soldiers, and it seems that it is appropriate to have such rigorous habits.

Cassia's hand was exerting force, trying to open the door, but she felt that there was another force pulling on the door from the front of the fourth car. The fingers immediately loosened, and Cassia skillfully pulled out her hand. When she held the tactical knife in her hand, the iron door just opened a gap. There was white smoke pulled out from inside by the cold wind surrounding the train. Cassia smelled a hint of smoke, with a bit of fragrance. From the taste, it can be seen that it is a relatively expensive type of cigarette.

There was obviously someone standing behind the door. Cassia's body moved with the door, trying to hide in the blind corner.

The door was opened only a hand's width wide and then stopped. The people inside were also careful, observing the situation outside through this gap. The narrow viewing angle didn't allow him to see much. Cassia foresaw that the enemy might poke out the small mirror, and at this moment his hand gently and secretly held the door handle.

Sure enough, the next moment, a slightly shining lens appeared in Cassia's eyes. At this time, his arm also exerted force suddenly. The heavy iron door became a little light under Cassia's strength, and was completely opened in an instant.

The sudden opening of the door made the man's hand tremble. As if it was an instinctive reaction, his body bounced up, and the next moment he jumped into the air in the car. The hair has touched the roof of the carriage. The man thought he could stay away from the heavy black shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him. But it was not only the things he saw that became heavy, but also himself, which suddenly sank at this moment.

The moment he bounced up, the speed and reaction ability of the person in front of him were faster than his. A hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed his ankle, and pulled his body straight down in mid-air.

"Ah..." The man snorted in pain and dropped the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.

The force on that palm was very strong, and he felt severe pain immediately coming from his ankle. Then his body fell hard to the floor of the carriage, and his bones crackled dozens of times. Just when he was about to shout, another hand had already grabbed his neck in advance, and there was a squeezing force there, as if his neck would be crushed into pieces in the next moment. Something warm flowed from the mouth, which was blood. His body almost fell apart, but he still struggled to raise his hands, trying to free the life-threatening hand stuck on his neck.

"Pa..." There was a crisp sound, and Cassia hit the man on the back of the neck with a knife, and the struggle stopped immediately. The man's body collapsed into soft mud, and his eyes had not yet been closed, revealing a sliver of white.

It was definitely one of the enemies. Cassia had automatically compared the man in front of her with the cigarette butts she found when she first came to the volcano base.

"The enemy is already here?" Cassia gathered her thoughts and put the man aside for the time being. Then she carefully checked the front three cars, but there was no one there. The man he knocked unconscious seemed to have just come up and reorganized.

"What are you doing at the front of the car?" Cassia kept thinking about this question while searching the front three cars. "Hiding in here? It doesn't seem possible." He rejected the idea in his heart. When he arrived at the front of the first car, Cassia glanced at the console. There was no one else here. He was about to leave, but his footsteps stood still and led him to the console.

After thinking for a while, he did not press the switch to close the steam pipe valve, but pulled down half of the main valve, and used the console to activate the brake system a little. The output of the steam furnace decreased rapidly, and the speed of retraining quickly entered the decay stage. In less than ten seconds, Cassia clearly felt a sense of sluggishness.

At this time, he had returned to the front of the fourth car and was squatting in front of the unconscious enemy. In his hand he held a pack of fragrant cigarettes and a mechanical lighter with a golden skull shell. They are all found from the enemy.

"Tsk..." Cassia turned the lighter with her hand, and a light blue flame instantly rose.