Chapter 179: This is Not Our Subway

The surrounding area suddenly became pitch-black, so dark that Chen Ke noticed not even the dashboard lights of the driver's cabin were visible.

Passengers let out cries of panic, and people kept asking what to do, what to do.

The car body shook violently, as if it were sliding out of control on the tracks, and from outside the windows, the squeal of the wheels against the rails resounded piercingly.

In the pitch darkness, the only thing left in Chen Ke's vision was his own life countdown, as if the television had been tuned to a dead channel.

The speed of the car was plummeting rapidly, and the great inertia made many people fall to the ground, while Chen Ke stood with difficulty against the driver's cabin's glass window.