The sudden darkness startled both Roy and the black car thief.
However, the lights came back on in the blink of an eye, which Roy found a bit strange.
Could it be that the electricity was a little unstable?
Just as he was wondering, Roy noticed the black car thief's gaze was odd, his eyes fixed straight behind him.
Was it a trap?
Roy didn't turn around immediately.
"What are you looking at?"
The black car thief opened his mouth and pointed behind Roy. Could there really be something there?
Just as he was thinking this, Roy heard the sound of a blunt object cutting through the air.
Because he was drunk, Roy's reaction was a beat slower. He tilted his head slightly, barely managing to protect the back of his head, but he still couldn't avoid being hit on the shoulder by the blunt object.
Thump!
The sound of a blunt object striking flesh!
The heavy blow didn't knock Roy to the ground; it only made his body sway a little.
Immediately after, a second attack was about to land, but the attacker's hand was already grabbed by someone else.
[Discovered special character Mahogany. You can absorb the power of fate to obtain rewards!]
Another special character?
Roy squinted his drunken eyes and sized up the attacker. It was a tall man with a face full of tough-looking flesh and a buzz cut.
He was wearing a well-fitting suit, but the clothes didn't quite match his aura. He had a murderous air about him, more like a mercenary or a butcher.
"Trying to sneak attack me?"
The man in the suit tried his best to break free from Roy's grip, but he felt like his arm was caught in a hydraulic clamp and couldn't escape.
Since one hand was stuck, the man in the suit had no choice but to attack Roy with his other hand, but his intentions were too obvious and Roy easily caught it.
Then, Roy simply kicked the man in the suit in the stomach, sending him flying.
The man in the suit finally crashed into the connecting door between the train cars.
At this point, Roy noticed that the car behind them was covered in blood, and some of the blood had even seeped into the car Roy was in.
Had this guy been killing his way through the other cars?
Los Angeles was really too chaotic. You couldn't even take the subway without running into something like this!
Roy moved his shoulder around. The hammer blow from the man in the suit had made his shoulder a little sore, but it wasn't too bad and wouldn't affect his movement.
"Just who the hell are you?"
The man in the suit quickly struggled to his feet. His face still showed no emotion, and he didn't say anything. He just tightened his grip on the hammer and charged at Roy.
This guy's constitution is something else!
Roy's kick just now had been a bit forceful because he was angry. An ordinary person would probably have been knocked out by the pain, but the man in the suit was able to quickly recover his fighting ability.
This physique, this willpower, it definitely wasn't something a normal person possessed!
Roy became alert. Facing the man in the suit with the metal hammer, he dodged the attack with a V-shaped sway, and then landed a heavy punch on his stomach.
Roy put all his strength into this punch. An ordinary person might have been killed instantly by it.
But the man in the suit still withstood the blow, although the intense pain in his abdomen caused him to lose his grip on the hammer and fall to his knees in agony.
"You damn well talk!"
Roy grabbed the man in the suit's ear. He had originally wanted to grab his hair, but the guy had a buzz cut, so he had nothing to hold onto. He had no choice but to settle for his ear.
The man in the suit still didn't speak, and Roy became even angrier.
While pinching the man in the suit's ear, Roy landed punch after punch on his stomach.
"I'll make you play dumb! I'll make you play dumb!"
The man in the suit was in great pain and finally had to open his mouth to show Roy.
This guy didn't have a tongue! No wonder he hadn't been saying anything, not even a shout.
Roy had really thought this guy was a tough customer.
"Fuck, he doesn't have a tongue!"
Just as he was speechless, the door to the subway driver's compartment at the front of the train suddenly opened. It seemed like the subway driver had heard the commotion and come out to check.
As a result, this subway driver suddenly pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Roy.
Roy was indeed a bit drunk tonight. At his normal level, if someone pulled a gun, he would definitely teach them a lesson with a faster draw.
But because alcohol had dulled his senses, Roy's reaction was a beat slower.
By the time the subway driver pulled out the gun and aimed, it was clearly too late to draw his own weapon. Roy had no choice but to protect his vital areas and dodge.
Bang!
The bullet hit Roy in the chest, and he fell backward.
After falling, Roy surprisingly discovered that there was someone hidden under the seat, someone he had only met recently.
Daria O'Connell, that mature, single mother!
This woman was probably originally in this train car and had been frightened by the suddenly barging-in black car thief, then hid under the seat.
Daria was shocked when she saw Roy's face. Roy quickly made a quiet gesture, telling her that he was okay.
On the other side, the black car thief looked a bit bewildered after seeing the subway driver shoot Roy.
"Hey, you got the wrong guy! The one in the suit is the bad guy!"
Although this black car thief had been chased by Roy all the way here and wanted to teach him a lesson, he also knew clearly that Roy would at most give him a beating, but the man in the suit with the hammer was trying to kill people.
The subway driver used the butt of his gun to smash the black car thief in the face, knocking him to the ground as well.
"Fuck! What the hell are you doing, you idiot!"
The black car thief wasn't knocked unconscious and immediately started cursing after falling to the ground.
The subway driver pointed the gun at the black car thief with a blank expression. This time, the black car thief finally understood what was going on.
"Wait, you're with that guy in the suit? No, don't kill me!"
Bang!
The subway driver showed no mercy and shot the black car thief dead.
This situation made Daria, who was hiding under the seat, even more terrified. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she seemed to be on the verge of losing control of her emotions.
The subway driver coldly looked at the man in the suit, who was struggling to stand up.
"Mahogany, your performance today is truly disappointing!"
Mahogany felt very wronged. If he could speak, he would definitely curse the subway driver and tell him to try fighting Roy himself.
The subway driver was just taking advantage of Mahogany's inability to speak and argue back.
"Hurry up and clean up. We don't have much time left!"
With that, the subway driver put away his gun and prepared to return to the driver's compartment.
Just at this moment, Roy suddenly stood up, holding his Smith & Wesson M629 ivory-gripped revolver and pulling the trigger.
Bang!
The .44 Magnum bullet instantly blasted a large hole in the subway driver's back. He fell to the ground without even making a sound.
Mahogany realized something was wrong and immediately grabbed the dropped hammer, wanting to attack Roy. Unfortunately, he was too slow and Roy saw through his move again, kicking his knee and making him kneel on the ground once more.
"Since you can't speak, then you have no value!"
With that, Roy pressed the M629 ivory-gripped revolver against Mahogany's head, preparing to claim the fate treasure chest of this guy.
Mahogany, kneeling on the ground, suddenly ripped open his suit and the shirt underneath, revealing his chest.
This guy's chest was covered in a large number of disgusting fleshy tumors, but that wasn't the most surprising thing to Roy. What surprised him most was that Mahogany had a brand on his stomach similar to the one on Roy, only the pattern of the brand was different.
"Beelzebub?"
The knowledge in the Key of Solomon told Roy the meaning of this symbol. (See illustration)
The Seven Deadly Sins, each Demon Lord has their own mark. The brand on Roy was actually the mark of Belial, while the brand on Mahogany came from Beelzebub.
Having this kind of mark meant you were a follower of a certain Demon Lord and could borrow the power associated with that Demon Lord.
For example, Belial's abilities were mainly related to illusions, but Roy rarely used Belial's power.
Because the more power you borrowed, the deeper your connection with the Demon Lord became, and in the end, you would be completely controlled by the Demon Lord and become their slave.
This wasn't the first time Roy had seen a follower of the Lord of Gluttony. In the Southern Demon incident, that Kevin was also a follower of the Lord of the Flies and could directly transform into a fly demon.
However, there was a gap between followers, just like between Roy and Mahogany.
"You still dare to take off your clothes! Don't you know that's disgusting?"
Roy kicked out again, sending Mahogany flying.
If this guy was a follower of Beelzebub, then the subway driver should be too, and that guy's status seemed to be even higher than Mahogany's.
Such an existence couldn't possibly be killed with a single .44 Magnum bullet. This guy was definitely playing dead.
"Get up, I know you're not dead!"
Hearing this, the subway driver, who was playing dead, finally stood up. The large hole in his back from the .44 Magnum bullet was rapidly healing, the wriggling flesh looking particularly disgusting.
"Discovered, huh? Looks like you're not an ordinary person either. No wonder Mahogany couldn't beat you."
The subway driver looked coldly at Mahogany, who was struggling to crawl towards him on the ground. There was no hint of camaraderie in his eyes.
"What exactly is the purpose of you guys!"
Clearly, the subway driver and this Mahogany were organized.
This reminded Roy of the urban legend about the midnight subway that Pastor Max had mentioned in the "Night Owl" program he had seen recently. It seemed to be referring to this very situation.
According to the legend of the midnight subway, Mahogany and the subway driver's actions should have been going on for quite some time, yet there was no related news in society. There must be a huge organization helping them cover everything up.
Killing these two wasn't actually that difficult; the trouble was the organization hidden behind them.
The subway driver gave a cold smile.
"You'll find out soon enough!"
With that, the guy suddenly turned around and pulled down the emergency brake lever.
"What are you trying to do!"
Roy didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, putting several more bullet holes in the subway driver's body, but the other man's movements didn't stop at all.
The high-speed subway entered emergency braking, and the sudden change caused Roy to lose his balance and almost fall to the ground.
Fortunately, there was a handrail nearby that Roy grabbed onto, which prevented him from falling awkwardly.
After the subway came to a complete stop, Roy discovered that the subway driver and Mahogany had somehow smashed the windows and jumped out.
Through the window, he could see the two of them on all fours, running away quickly into the distance like animals.
They just ran off like that?
Roy had originally thought the subway driver was going to do something big, but it turned out to be just a big nothing.
Scratching his head, Roy pulled Daria out from under the seat. The black car thief's corpse made her emotions a bit out of control.
"Oh no! Why did this happen?"
Roy comforted Daria. If this woman saw the even more bloody corpses in the cars behind them, he wondered if she would pass out directly.
"Ms. O'Connell, take a deep breath. At least you're still alive, and you can still go home and see your daughter, can't you?"
Daria took several deep breaths and finally calmed down a bit.
"Thank you, Mr. Black. You saved me again!"
"Ms. O'Connell, were you also taking the last train home after finishing your late shift tonight?"
Daria nodded silently.
It had only been a week, and she had already encountered trouble twice after finishing her night shift. Her luck was really something.
"Ms. O'Connell, with all due respect, you'd better not take this night shift anymore. Otherwise, you might never see your daughter again."
Daria was certainly aware of this.
"But I need this job! I'm fighting my ex-husband for custody of my daughter. If I don't have a job, I won't be able to afford rent, and I won't be able to get custody of my daughter! I'm already almost unable to pay next month's rent!"
As she spoke, Daria covered her face and began to cry in despair.
The breakdown of an adult often happens in just this instant.
In a cosmopolitan city like Los Angeles, the cost of living for one person is already high, let alone raising a child.
Actually, there are some places in Los Angeles where the rent is relatively low, but those places are usually black or Hispanic communities. A single mother like Daria with a daughter definitely couldn't live in that kind of environment.
No wonder at the beginning of "Dark Water," Daria was renting a house with her daughter.
In America, a prerequisite for many jobs is that you must have a stable address, which means having a rental agreement.
If you don't have a stable address, don't even think about finding a normal job. Even McDonald's won't hire you; you can only work illegally.
Then you might ask, what do you do if you don't have money to rent a place?
That's not a question that should be asked in a capitalist society.
Roy hugged Daria.
"There will always be a way, Ms. O'Connell."
After crying for a few minutes, Daria's emotions gradually stabilized. She wiped her tears and pushed Roy away a little embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Black. I've been under a lot of pressure lately."
"It's okay, I don't mind being a beautiful woman's emotional trash can at all."
Hearing this, Daria chuckled.
"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Black. You're still so young, and I'm already a 27-year-old single mother."
Only 27? She got married pretty early then!
Just as Roy was about to say something more, he heard some strange noises coming from the tunnel.
Clockwise: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth.