"Let them in!"
However, just as the atmosphere became extremely tense as the ghost Train approached, a middle-aged man wearing a black cap and an armband that showed that he was the person in charge of the steel suspension bridge suddenly gave an order.
The armed forces looked at each other and slowly put away their defensive devices.
The stern and cold person-in-charge turned around, a cigar in his mouth, and looked coldly at the train.
"Does anyone still remember me?" he suddenly grinned.
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The people on the train had already stood up and looked at the people under the steel suspension bridge in front of them.
Lu Xin could clearly see the tall and muscular Sergeant in front of him. He had a face that did not match his build. It was as if two faces were overlapping each other, one cold and stern, the other cold and sinister.
Number 7.
Even if the others couldn't see it directly like Lu Xin, they must have their own ways of identifying it.
