I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

"Commander, you came just in time." Scoff rushed over, hugged his arm, pointed at the opposite carriage and shouted loudly, "Quickly call the police... No, stop quickly, there are people killing people over there."

The train conductor looked up, and just in time to see the blood-stained man in black in the opposite carriage, slowly walking towards this side with a hammer in his hand.

This scene shocked the conductor too, he gritted his teeth, rushed over, took out the key and locked the door of this carriage.

The man in black yanked the door hard, but seeing that it couldn't be opened, he smashed the door glass several times with a hammer. However, the glass is strong enough, even though it was cracked piece by piece, it is not shattered.

Seeing that the door could not be opened, the man in black snorted, turned around and walked back slowly.

The conductor of the train let out a long breath, turned back to Schauf and the others and said, "You guys wait here, I'll call the police right away, and then notify the driver to stop at the next stop."

Watching the train conductor leaving in a hurry, Smith looked at Wick and Schauf who were sitting weakly on the opposite seat, and frowned, "What's wrong?"

Wick raised his thumb tiredly: "Let you be sure, man, I've hit a ghost."

Smith shuddered, sat up abruptly, and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

Wick raised his gun: "The guy on the other side shot me at least seven times, but he was still able to stand up and smash the other guy's head."

The corner of Smith's mouth twitched slightly: "Are you sure it's a human, not a monster with teeth and claws?"

"Of course it's a human..." Wick was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Smith smiled bitterly: "Nonsense, what do you think?"

Skoff panted from the side: "It's okay, I've already taken pictures of what happened just now, if I call the police this time, I wonder if the police can still pretend they don't know anything."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Wick: "Thank you just now, man. My name is Leon Schauf, and I'm a freelance photographer."

Wick ignored Schauf, but turned his head to look out the window, frowning and said, "Why is the speed getting faster and faster?"

"Maybe the train conductor speeds up and let the train rush to the next platform?"

Scoff snapped his mouth shut because he saw a lighted platform whistling past the window.

"It's not right."

Wick stood up, cautiously looked in front of the door locked by the conductor to make sure that the man in black hadn't come over. He walked to the opposite door again, but after pulling it a few times, he was surprised to find that this door seemed to be locked as well.

Now the New York subway is still similar to an ordinary green leather train. There are iron doors between each car. Once the front and rear doors are locked, this car is equivalent to turning into a tin can.

Especially now that the tin can is still driving at high speed in the tunnel, in this state, it becomes impossible to even break the window and jump out of the car.

"what happened?"

Smith shakes his head, drinking so much that he's still groggy now.

Wick said in a deep voice, "That conductor has a problem."

Scoff trembled, "Where does he want to take us?"

"I don't know, but be careful."

Hearing Wick's words, Smith finally reacted belatedly, pulled out his pistol, and looked around vigilantly.

Scoff looked at the guns in Wick and Smith's hands, looked down at the camera in his own hand, and said twice: "Um... two big brothers, do you still have weapons? Help me."

Wick ignored him at all, and Smith pouted behind Scoff: "You can use that."

Scoff looked back and saw a small window hammer hanging by the car window.

"..."

Scoff took it over and weighed it in his hands.

Well, better than a camera.

The train whizzed along the tunnel for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly braked suddenly. Wick and Smith hurriedly grabbed the seats and armrests, but Scoff was caught off guard and flung forward.

If Wick hadn't reached out and pulled him, Scoff might have broken his own neck.

But the camera hanging on Schauf's neck was thrown out, hitting the wall of the compartment heavily, turning into countless parts and flying across.

"Do not!"

Scoff's eyeballs almost popped out.

I worked so hard, risked my life to sneak into the midnight train, and almost took my own life to take the photos, but it was scrapped like this?

Regardless of Schauf, who was kneeling on the ground and frantically gathering camera parts, Wick and Smith hid behind the carriage and carefully looked out the car window.

I saw the train stopped in front of an unfamiliar platform at this time. The whole platform exuded a strange orange-red light. The ground was full of garbage, sewage flowed across, and the corners were covered with spider webs.

Obviously this platform has long been abandoned.

"Z... bang!"

The lights in the car flickered a few times and then went out suddenly. The whole train was plunged into darkness, only the orange light from the platform shone in, dyeing the inside of the carriage a blood-like red.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled "click", and the closed doors on both sides of the carriage opened automatically from left to right. What's even more weird is that the heavy glass on the car window also fell down automatically, exposing the black window frame.

Wick and Smith exchanged glances, and Smith moved carefully to the door to see if anyone was coming from another compartment. Wick looked out the window, looking for suspicious things.

Not long after, Wick saw the train conductor and the man in black getting off the train at the front and rear respectively. Dragging a few corpses in their hands, they strode toward the depths of the platform.

At the same time, a gloomy wind blew from the depths of the platform, and accompanied by the gloomy wind, there were bursts of eerie roars.

"What the hell?"

Wick stared at the train conductor and the man in black, while Smith walked over with a pale face, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I encountered a monster again. Dude, you have a grenade on you, right?"

Wick looked at Smith like an idiot: "Who goes out with grenades every day."

"Then it's over." Smith smiled wryly, "Let's find a way to escape, or write a suicide note as soon as possible."

"Do you need to be so exaggerated?" Wick frowned, "With our skills, we won't be afraid to send two hundred special forces."

"But what if it's not a human being?"

Hearing Smith's rhetorical question, Wick thought of the man in black who was beaten into a hornet's nest by himself and could still stand up, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"You saw it just now. Those two guys were carrying a few corpses. Do you think normal people have that much power?"

Smith continued to press.

Wick pursed his lips and said seriously, "Do you think it's too late for us to call the police?"

"It's useless, there's no signal here."

Scoff shook his phone pitifully.

"Whoa..."

The terrifying roar was getting closer and closer, and in the depths of the platform, in the orange-red light and shadow, an unknown black figure that was jumping faintly appeared.

Soon, the sound of chewing echoed in the platform, and the faces of the three of them turned dark. Needless to say, they also knew what those unknown shadows were eating.

"We can't wait any longer, we must withdraw!"

Before Wick finished speaking, little red stars lit up in the shadows deep in the platform. Accompanied by snorting and low growls, wolf-shaped monsters like calves appeared in front of them.

"Huh, luckily it's not Wendigo!"

For some reason, Smith felt relieved.