C755 Traitor

The train.

In the driver's seat.

The pilot never thought that there would be a few train riders over his head.

There was no escape.

Xiaoqing put the old couple down, and stared coldly at the assassins.

The sweat on her forehead had already wet her hair, and it was still dripping down her face. Even when the sweat entered her eyes, she did not frown.

"Run again