"Tsk!"
The driver of this inner world was a middle-aged man in his forties with a finger-long scar at the corner of his eye.
He turned his head, widened his eyes, and looked at the scene inside the cold station outside the window.
Rustling spiders, fast-moving black figures, and workers and security guards fell to the ground.
His neck was cut open, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.
The middle-aged driver immediately locked the car and started the train.
Under the illumination of the huge searchlights, the train quickly disappeared beneath the surface of the Malang Global Financial Center.
This train was mainly responsible for transporting resources to all the secret organizations in Malang City that had reached a certain scale.
With special logistics status, under normal circumstances, even if a war broke out in this area, it would not affect the transport of the train.
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