Steel steam and flame

It was approaching early morning, and the temperature had not yet reached the stage of rising, so it became even colder. The heavy train was still speeding on the rails, the sound of wind howling around it, the steel wheels rolling, and the huge weight turned into vibrations, which were transmitted to the distance through the ground.

There was someone on the roof of the car, wearing a delicate white mask and holding a bright flashlight, walking slowly. According to regulations, they have to come up every once in a while to inspect the rearrangement situation, also to observe whether there are enemies following behind. They were given strict orders from above, and they must be careful in everything they do. This train can no longer encounter any major events. In terms of time, it was already a little late due to various previous reasons.

The train is very long and takes about half an hour for a round trip. Patrolling in groups of two, there were no common firearms such as firecrackers on their bodies, only more convenient and easy-to-use pistols and special tactical knives. Most of the places they will pass next are inhabited places, and they must also consider the impact of their equipment. Although there are some with that kind of firepower, they are all placed inside the front of the tractor.

"No. 7, No. 8, report the situation." A voice came from the communicator. Number Seven put his ears close to avoid the interference of the wind.

"Everything is normal at the moment, nothing has happened yet." He replied.

"Pay close attention to the car at the end of the train. When I patrolled, I heard some faint sounds of metal collision. Check if there is still one, so that the maintenance personnel there can be notified in advance at the next station to prepare for maintenance." The captain said, "Please be careful and put away the flashlight as much as possible if you don't need it. If there are no extra lights around, you will become a huge target."

"Understood." The call ended, and the two lights suddenly disappeared.

Following the footsteps of the two of them, they soon arrived at the carriages at the end. The wind seems to be getting stronger here. The air currents cut apart by the rearranged bodies merged here, making a substantial collision sound like a beating. Apart from that, there seems to be nothing else. The two deliberately stayed here for a while, and simply sat on the roof of the car, capturing in the wind the sound of metal collision that the previous few people had mentioned.

No, that's the conclusion they came to. So the two of them got up and left. But after walking less than a cargo compartment, several heavy collision sounds were heard one after another. Then, at the moment they turned their heads, a heavy object fell from the heavy train, causing sparks to fly and then being submerged in the darkness.

Enemy attack? Or is there a problem with the relisting itself? The two could not make a clear judgment for the time being. They did not see any obvious ballistic lines in the darkness, nor did they hear the sound of special bullets cutting through the air. They are more likely to restate their own problems.

I wanted to turn on the bright flashlight, but my body's alertness stopped me from doing so. There was still some white moonlight projecting through the thin clouds. After they immediately opened their cross pupils and their vision suddenly strengthened, the surroundings were not a dull and deep black. At least they could clearly distinguish the dark rearranged shadows under their feet.

A moment after they opened their cross pupils, they felt a different kind of aura, which was unusually strong. Maybe the same kind. Such thoughts appeared in their heads at the same time. But as a surgeon, it seems that apart from the surgeon, the only creatures that can truly be called the same kind are the second type of creature that is the origin of surgery, the dragon.

Maybe it's a beast with some characteristics of a dragon. The two of them had already drawn their pistols, and the special extended tactical knives were also in their hands. There was indeed a dangerous feeling of invading the territory of the beast, and the beast seemed to be lurking around them, just waiting for them to reveal their flaws, and then it would pounce and bite their throats.

But nothing was caught in the eyes for the time being. This beast seemed to be very good at hiding its figure, and made good use of its huge body as a cover. No. 7 and No. 8 stood alert for a few seconds, but the steps they originally wanted to move forward began to retreat. They felt threatened, because in their perception, the enemy-like beast seemed to be getting closer and closer to them. The anxious feeling getting closer and closer to their throats made them think that it was not a good time to get close to explore.

Perhaps it would be better to report the situation to the tractor unit. Number Seven thought to himself, and Number Eight beside him physically agreed with this. No. 8's body slowed down a bit at this time, blocking No. 7's body. His eyes scanned the surroundings smoothly. The thing was right next to them. The hairs on his body had already received some kind of dignified factor in the air. The roots become hard.

No. 7 immediately inserted the tactical knife back and his hand touched the communicator. When he was about to press the button, his back, which was still a little warm, was instantly covered with cold sweat.

Something was shaking behind him. He took a deep breath at this moment and gently retracted his right hand holding the pistol. The moment he was about to turn around and shoot, he felt like he was being wrapped around something. It was something extremely hard and sharp, like a steel cable rope covered with countless sharp barbs. The thing wrapped around his chest, like the movement of a poisonous snake when catching its prey. It only tightened slightly, and the thin cotton jacket on his body and the layer of clothes made of tough material underneath were all torn apart. Those sharp barbs further cut through his defenseless skin, scraping away all the flesh and blood on his chest, directly exposing the snow-white bones.

No. 7 was in physical pain. On the one hand, his body was torn apart, and on the other hand, the steel cable-like thing was so powerful that it was squeezing his chest crazily. Breathing almost stopped at this moment.

He wanted to shout immediately, because the moment he was entangled by that thing, he realized that No. 8 in front of him had not noticed the situation here. Number 8 was still staring ahead, wary of enemies attacking from his front.

Without the strength to shout, the next moment, with the sound of several bones breaking, No. 7 could no longer breathe. He knew that his lungs had been damaged in the compression, and it was now extremely difficult to make a sound from his throat. But fortunately, the sound of broken bones was heard by No. 8.

The body suddenly turned around at this moment, and No. 8 could no longer care too much. He was also frightened by the sound of broken bones behind him and the rich scent of beasts, and broke into a cold sweat. It shouldn't be like this. They are also elite personnel who have undergone rigorous training and selection. There are not many things that can scare them psychologically. But now, he felt like a child who encountered a grinning wolf on the road, and his body instinctively told him to run away.

Not caring so much, when he turned around, he turned on the strong flashlight. But he happened to see No. 7 behind him being entangled with something. It only lasted a moment, but he still saw it. It looked like a venomous snake covered in pitch black scales. Those scales were extremely rough and were rough without any polishing. There were patches of sharp burrs on them, and they were now deeply embedded in No. 7's body.

No. 7's originally strong chest shrank by half under the entanglement of the black-scaled poisonous snake, and blood flowed out. Those scales were bathed in blood, and instead felt smoother and more delicate.

No. 8 fired several shots in an instant, followed by the thing covered with black scales under the light of the flashlight. Almost all of them missed, the speed was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to aim. And the only one or two bullets that hit it only scratched a few sparks on it.

What on earth is it? Thoughts suddenly raced in No. 8's head. For the convenience of the mission, they are all equipped with smaller caliber pistols, but even the smaller bore is only slightly smaller than the generally applicable bore. These effects can be completely overshadowed by platinum bullets of excellent quality. In terms of power, the bullets fired from this pistol can definitely make dents on the black iron steel plate. Ordinary standard fire guns equipped with platinum bullets can only make bullet-sized marks appear on the rearranged black iron steel plates.

At the moment of his surprise, there was a sound of "Bang!", and in the blink of an eye, No. 7's body disappeared from No. 8's eyes. The body that was about to die was lifted up, and then under the control of the black-scaled viper-like thing, it was thrown through a huge arc and hit the black iron steel plate on the side of the row. Under the residual light of the strong flashlight, No. 8 was clearly on top of the speeding heavy train, and he saw No. 7's body broken into two sections falling off the train.

"We have to get out of here! I can't deal with that thing yet!" No. 8's body was about to run forward, but pain came from his ankle. Then he felt his body fly into the air, and then the huge acceleration made his head feel dizzy. He shouted now, hoping that the people at the front of the tractor could hear him. But as soon as the sound came out, it was interrupted. He didn't know whether he actually reached the front of the tractor.

Because at the next moment, when all the flowing scenery around him condensed in his eyes, for some reason, he found that he was already under the heavy train. The rope-like thing covered with black scales also released his ankle at this moment.

Without the slightest resistance, he was crushed by the rearranged steel wheels, and the sound of broken bones was completely lost in the noise between the steel wheels and the rails.