War Paradise

While the opponent was changing bullets, the blood blade jumped up from the bunker. A "harrier turned over" over the beaten seat, blocked his left arm in front of him, and ran toward the flight attendant.

Seeing that the enemy was planning to engage in close combat, the flight attendant threw away the short-barreled shotgun that had not been replaced. There were two more broad-bladed knives in his left hand. The blades were stained with freshly dried blood, which looked like they were used Scissors for handling "food".

"You will die." The flight attendant's voice was full of sullenness: "No one can stop!"

——She will die.

Seeing the appearance of the bloodblade rushing towards the flight attendant, Lin Chi picked up the shotgun abruptly and aimed it at the flight attendant's left hand.

Judging from the range of attack, it is obvious that the flight attendants who use long weapons have the upper hand, and there is no room for dodge in the small carriage. According to common sense, it is definitely the bloodblade that will be killed next.

However, the "wristguard" that guy just put on, could it be...

Lin Chi put his finger on the trigger and stared at the flight attendant who was swinging a broadsword to the bloodblade. Then, an unexpected scene happened.

A sharp cold light flashed on the wrist of Bloodblade's left arm, and the long knife in the hand of the flight attendant suddenly shattered, and at the same time it was cut into pieces of meat, as well as his left hand.

"The armor of the mechanic?" Lin Chi narrowed his eyes.

——It seems that the blood blade still remembers the scene of being dismembered by the "Thousand Blades" on the bridge of the Institution City. This brace is obviously a product of the transformation of the Institution Division’s armor.

Perhaps to hide the strength, the blood blade did not use this equipment in the previous "civil war". But now, driven by anger, she still took out her secret weapon.

"Rough inferior..."

The flight attendant's words were not finished yet, and dozens of bone scars had been cut open on his body.

The blood blade kicked between his legs, and the seriously injured flight attendant finally fell to the ground, and the pool of blood under his body continued to expand, which seemed to be hopeless.

"Cooks."

Bloodblade spit on the corpse and looked back at Lin Chi who had just put down the gun. A trace of blood flashed in his eyes: "It's a pity, this is the secret weapon I prepared for you."

"You made it yourself?" Lin Chi looked at the wristband on Bloodblade's hand.

Looking at the battle just now, this brace should be able to eject a slender blade, and directly cut the enemy's body from a distance of about one meter. The attack power is even more ferocious than the armor of the mechanic, and it can even cut off the enemy's weapon.

"Secret." Bloodblade didn't intend to reveal the origin of this weapon, but took off the blood-stained wristband and put it back in the backpack. He looked sideways at the viscera platter on the dining table next to him, with a solemn expression on his small face:

"It's a waste of resources to roast human entrails."

"It's more hygienic to eat like this." Lin Chidor also seriously discussed the issue of curiosity.

"I've already said, what's the difference between this and pork?" Bloodblade kept shaking his head: "Creating flesh and blood is the real enjoyment!"

"Aren't you afraid of parasites?"

"There is a fart parasite in the game! Do you have a brain problem?"

"I just think according to the train owner's way of thinking." Lin Chi smiled: "For them who call themselves ‘gentlemen’, it’s impossible to eat raw meat."

"But there are also foods like sashimi or a mature steak?" Bloodblade looked a little unconvinced: "I've seen someone eat steak before and sprayed blood all over the face in one bite. This kind of food is also available. Right?"

"No, no, no, a mature steak will not spurt blood, okay?" Lin Chi corrected the other party's mistake: "If you make this stuff, the chef of the western restaurant should be fired."

While chatting, Lin Chi focused his eyes on the "passenger" at the dining table.

The bodies of these poor people were fixed to the seats by nails and wires. Although they were put on new clothes, their dry and rotten faces made their appearance even more terrifying.

"I thought you would have a common language with this Mr. Spencer." Lin Chi said with emotion.

Even in extra-legal places like the western United States, such horrible killing methods are rare. The flight attendant's Mr. Spencer, to some extent, can be called a "great man" across the ages. .

Moreover, what made Lin Chi even more concerned about was the flight attendant who was no longer considered a human.

"Does this map have supernatural power elements?" He stood in front of the flight attendant's body and looked at the blood holes that used to have eyes behind him.

"No, at least I haven't seen it before." Bloodblade shook his head: "This is the first time."

"Then what's going on with this stuff?" Lin Chi kicked the corpse beside his foot: "Will normal human beings grow up like this ghost?"

——This kind of curious creature shape shouldn't appear in this "realistic map" at all. Perhaps, this Mr. Spencer is a barbarian from other maps.

"Let's take a look at the back?" Lin Chi pointed to the wooden door leading to the next carriage.

After confirming that the flight attendants did not drop any trophies, the two passed through the dining car full of corpses and came to the brown wooden door leading to the next carriage.

Just as Lin Chi touched his hand on the wooden door and was about to open it, the two heard a low muffled grunt behind the door:

"what……"

The man's voice kept trembling, and it sounded like it was painful. He was speaking in a strange language that had not been translated by the in-game Sinicization system, making Lin Chi and Blood Blade completely incomprehensible.

"What?" Bloodblade blinked scarlet eyes.

"Indians?" Lin Chi suddenly came in interest: "Could it be the old sayings of Indians?"

——His current goal is to find the "ancients" on this continent, that is, the true natives of America-Indians. If Mr. Spencer caught the Indians and imprisoned them on the train, he would have made a profit!

Thinking of this, Lin Chi also opened the wooden door immediately. then……

Hiss!

The two people standing in front of the door retreated left and right, and the high-speed rotating black circular saw stretched out from the front of the door. At the same time, they stretched out their big hands covered by iron gloves and strong forearms.

At the same time the enemy appeared, the blood blade had pulled out the revolver and fired three shots, accurately hitting the opponent's wrist, creating a bullet hole that spurted blood.

The strange thing is that the opponent’s movements did not stop because of being hit by a bullet. The revolver shooting seemed to have no effect on him. The man directly swung the "saw" towards the bloodblade, forcing the girl to lie down again. The ground, avoiding the sharp edge cut from the top of the head.

"Finally a more serious opponent..."

When Lin Chi took out the Tyrannosaurus rex shotgun from his backpack, a line of red text appeared in his sight:

"Texas Chainsaw Massacre", a hero-level NPC, cannot be recruited.