There was a sound like a small piece of glass breaking, and then he "smelled" a colorless and odorless gas in the air, but it gave the spirit a weak sense of alertness.

The layers of backlog were removed, and Fan Ning emerged from the collapse. Only then did he see that the two subway trains had been squeezed into a shorter and thicker swollen wreckage. The ruins overflowed the entire railway track and were filled with three layers of debris. Half the height of the tunnel, flames were everywhere, and in many places the fire was very fierce.

A yellow and white ghost-like figure floated from above, and every ten meters away, an object similar to a silver glass rod was dropped by it.

Perfumer Fan Ning still vividly remembers the way she escaped by vaporizing during her graduation concert.

He tried to prevent the object from falling to the ground and shattering, but later found out that it was useless because it was not a container at all, but a volatile solid crystal with ingredients similar to the silver-white liquid "spirit softener".

Thinking of the corpses strewn in the train wreckage, as well as the information about the investigation into Llangevni Workhouse that Sheeran had previously told him, Fan Ning began to have some uneasy premonitions in his heart.

"You're looking for death." He pulled out the pistol from his waist, stepped on a steel plate with both feet, and flew directly into the air.

"Bang - bang - bang -" The bullet passed through the perfumer's ghostly gaseous body, which seemed to hinder her movement to some extent, but she still did not stop dropping the glass rod in her hand.

The crisp crackling sounds came one after another.

The steel plate suspended above the train wreckage suddenly took Fan Ning and flew forward.

The perfumer was surprised. He probably didn't expect Fan Ning to chase her in this way, and the speed was unusually fast, and he was close to him in the blink of an eye.

Her ghostly figure raised her head to take medicine, so the overall color became lighter and the distance became wider again.

"Mr. Fanning? Haha, Ms. Sylvia's guess is right. You are still wavering in choosing the right path."

Does that woman really know anything about me? Fan Ning's eyes narrowed.

When he returned to the hotel after returning from the rooftop of the talk building to review the transaction, he felt that something was not quite right.

And for some reason, these evil organizations always speak in their own way, plausibly and confidently, which makes Fan Ning feel very confused and physically uncomfortable every time.

As if he had a chance to breathe, the perfumer once again said with a half-smile: "But it doesn't matter, this is a normal process, and the hesitation during the journey will not affect the end of you and me."

Fan Ning's eyes flashed with coldness, he spit out the dust in his mouth, took out the "Old Day" from his clothes, and then the flying speed of the steel plate under his feet gradually accelerated again, at least doubling.

As the baton swung down, steel pipes were pulled out one after another from the wreckage below like twists. Under his control, they shot towards the perfumer with jagged sections at high speeds.
Chapter completed!