Huff...

Three large cups of warm liquid food were quickly drunk by Zhang Pan. In the severe cold, only food can drive away the cold.

This kind of thing that can warm your body when you drink it in your stomach is so comfortable, and no matter how much you drink, it is not enough.

At this time, the air that Zhang Pan exhaled was covered with white mist. The broken train had not turned on the air conditioner, and I don’t know how cold it was outside the train.

The jungle outside is dense, the road is muddy, and snowy, and a layer of snowflakes have been stacked on the car windows.

In order to get the last refuge visa, he fooled the funny scientist Gou Yibo. In the end, he not only did not get the refuge visa, but was regarded as a dangerous desperate person by the coalition government and screened into the desperate train.

At this time, Zhang Pan didn’t know that the so-called big data screening is actually to screen dangerous molecules and let them participate in scientific experiments. On the one hand, they study dark matter, and on the other hand, they deal with some garbage, and he is the garbage that needs to be processed.

When Zhang Pan picked up the last cup of warm liquid food with a little melancholy.

A strong wind came from behind, and a pair of thin hands grabbed the black insulation box in Zhang Pan's hand.

Of course, Zhang Pan couldn't let go, and the two competed together.

The black insulation box was shattered directly, and the liquid food inside encountered a white bag and thick smoke blew up.

The person who wanted to snatch the food in Zhang Pan's hand was Lu Jiancheng, who was sitting beside him.

This time, when Lu Jiancheng saw the food shattered directly, he looked sad.

A fierce look flashed on Zhang Pan's face, and a punch was made with his backhand.

The punch was fast and fast, and it directly hit Lu Jiancheng's jaw joint.

Bang!

After Lu Jiancheng took a heavy punch, he knew that Zhang Pan was not a good person, so he stepped back vigilantly. Instead of retreating to his seat, he retreated along the middle alley and carefully opened the distance between him and Zhang Pan.

At this moment.

A strong man sneaked behind Lu Jiancheng.

While Lu Jiancheng was focusing all his attention on Zhang Pan, he grabbed his neck from behind.

This short-haired man is not trying to grab food but to kill him.

Lu Jiancheng wanted to push the short-haired man away, but because of the force angle problem, there was no effect at all.

This guy is very skilled in killing people.

Zhang Pan carefully observed this guy, with short hair, a national face, thick neck, kneaded muscles, and very strong.

This person seems to be...

Zhang Pan remembered a guy who was fucking himself with a big hammer in the uninhabited alley.

The images of the two people overlapped...

At this time, Lu Jiancheng was almost strangled to death. He opened his mouth and spit out his tongue, making unknown whine sounds in his mouth.

Neither of these two people are good things.

There is no need to get involved in it.

The short-haired man pinched Lu Jiancheng as if it was a signal, and the second scream came from the carriage.

Three adult strong men beat a middle-aged man in front of the carriage.

The middle-aged man had a prostate gland, and he couldn't urinate much, and his pants had been wet with urine, but now he was frozen.

These people have long been annoyed by him and are unhygienic, so they took this opportunity to beat him up.

"I beat you to death!" Someone shouted, and another guy with icy pants was beaten.

Not only the one who pissed his pants on the train, but also a few lazy men who refused to get off the train. Their attitude towards life was to wait for death. At this time, the pants were covered with ice and they could not even move, so they were naturally beaten up.

Fortunately, everyone has no sharp weapons and doesn’t even have car keys, so they can only rely on their fists to fight.

At this moment, Zhang Pan was surrounded by people pissing his pants in front, and behind was the battlefield where the short-haired man Lu Jiancheng was the one who had no opponent for a while.

While observing the situation in the car, Zhang Pan looked at the warm food on the ground with regret.

The principle of this black insulation box is to place lime powder that is undergoing chemical reactions at the bottom, which continues to release heat, allowing liquid food to suck it into your mouth and feel very warm and comfortable.

Lime powder...

"Hahahaha..." The short-haired man laughed excitedly because he felt Lu Jiancheng's increasingly weak resistance, and the man was about to die.

Lu Jiancheng was like a dead fish, weakly tugging the face of a man with his hands.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and died.

After the short-haired man killed Lu Jiancheng, he wanted to find new prey. As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Pan.

Zhang Pan stared at him tightly, his eyes full of warnings.

Short-haired men cannot stand the warning.

I saw a fierce aura flashing on his face, and suddenly stood up and rushed towards Zhang Pan.

Bang!

Zhang Pan slapped the black insulation box in his hand directly on the face of the short-haired man.

The lime powder that was undergoing a chemical reaction touched the eyes of the short-haired man.

The strong short-haired man screamed.

Then Zhang Pan used a tackle move and directly tackled the short-haired man to the ground.

The short-haired man's face caught off guard and touched the cold train floor.

The train floor is made of iron, and the skin on the face is in direct contact and the temperature drops quickly in an instant.

The short-haired man supported the floor with his hands and wanted to get up from the floor, but found that his skin was already tightly stuck to the floor.

His back arched and his face pressed against the ground, forming a strange pose.

At this moment.

Zhang Pan had already climbed up from the floor, and his hands also touched the cold train floor, feeling like they were touching a soldering iron.

There are dense fingerprints on the palm of your hand, which does not fully contact the cold iron floor. Even so, Zhang Pan felt a layer of skin on his hands.

Seeing that the short-haired man had already put on this position, Zhang Pan didn't know how to do it.

He jumped high and stepped on his arched neck with his short hair.

With a click.

Zhang Pan's entire body weighed above this kick. His weight of 160 pounds plus the acceleration of gravity, the force of his footing was as high as 546 Newtons at a time, and he stepped on his fragile neck and produced a huge impact.

The strong short-haired man's neck was directly trampled and he died...

Zhang Pan has another murder list.

I have to say that murder is the most powerful way to establish authority.

When Zhang Pan killed the strong short-haired man, everyone looked at him with awe.

Zhang Pan glanced around and showed a cautious and even flattering expression from everyone he looked at. Under his warning gaze, no one dared to step forward.

Zhang Pan took off the coat of a short-haired man, then took off Lu Jiancheng's coat, and put two coats on him together.

Not to mention, Zhang Pan suddenly felt much warmer after adding two coats. If he could wear a big cotton jacket in this weather, he would dare to go outside.

Dragging the bodies of Lu Jiancheng and the short-haired man together, Zhang Pan sat on the two of them.

These two men just died, and they were still hot and comfortable to sit. As for the iron chair wrapped in artificial leather, he never wanted to sit on it again.
Chapter completed!