"The pursuers have retreated." As the smoke cleared from the high-powered scope, Peter put down his sniper rifle and turned back to report.

According to this, the road sign of the steel city to the north 50 kilometers flashed, and the extremely faint black smoke column rose in Simon's vision, and the sniper naturally understood that it was an industrial chimney, and the high-polluting industry that was so exposed in the old era was bound to be criticized and condemned continuously, but at this moment, Simon had some tears in his eyes.

Civilization.

A sign that human civilization still exists.

"Yo, my private property, are you deaf?" With the red hair fluttering wantonly behind the shoulders of the girl with vertical eyes, how could Adolfina let go of any opportunity to tease Simon.

"Oh." Calm down, Simon hurriedly responded a few times, glanced at the car box, the rocket just now hit the license plate mortar, thanks to Jonathan jumped to the hood, although he suffered a lot of shrapnel, but with the strong physical fitness of the giant, it is not a problem, but it is a pity that the mortar has completely turned into a postmodernist artwork. "Hey! Jonathan, throw away the scrap metal. ”

Jonathan's arm muscles bulged out earthworms, the mortar was directly lifted and fell to the road with the gun mount, and the giant man's buttocks slammed, wiped his sweat, and grinned: "Strong Joe is going to change his name to Immortal Old Joe." ”

"You?" Jonathan pointed to Adolfina and said, "You're the best rider Joe has ever seen, and I wish you the best of luck when you ride my old friend Simon." ”

Is this a curve chaser? Simon smiled awkwardly, but Adolfina let go of the grip of the motorcycle, Simon thought she had some special fetish for car exhaust? Unexpectedly, there was a loud bang in the car, and Adolfina picked up the Attack Motorcycle and threw herself into the jeep.

"Welcome aboard the thief ship." Adolfina scurried in through the window. After months of not shaving, his beard and hair clinging to Simon's face like overgrown weeds, and when he returns to Blackwater, the female teller of the gun shop will definitely no longer see Simon as a little white face, but a real wasteland man.

The motorcycle rider lifted her goggles, put her elbows on the window, and bared her teeth at Peter, "Little ghost, lend me your trench coat." Simon glanced up at the rearview mirror of the carriage, and Peter unexpectedly took off his trench coat full of patches and handed it to Adolfina, and in a quarter of an hour, the young man seemed to regard Adolfina as the eldest sister.

Adolfina comfortably covered her trench coat, yawned, and her vertical eyes were like crescent moons in her narrow eyes, and she said lightly: "Call me up when you get to the steel city, I want to rest for a while." ”

The jeep drove onto the interstate, and Simon freed up his hand to pull the corner of the girl's clothes that had fallen asleep in an instant, and the black plume of smoke became clearer and clearer.

The horizon quietly jumped to a darker black than the smoke column, Simon loosened the throttle, ominous premonition made him change to a low gear, the road looked bright and new, but the roadbed on both sides of the piles of abandoned vehicles, burned, blown up, cut in half by construction machinery, a whole rusty truck at a 45-degree angle into a tank of molten iron, as if a hand of God pinched the two together and stood for a long time, everywhere the eye could see, all the sculptures that represented the ultimate industrial beauty of human beings, the black land under the black sky, Black sculpture.

"First time on the black road?" Adolfina didn't know when she woke up, the back of her hand against her chin, in an instant it was like a flame dancing on the snow, the vertical pupils revealed a very shallow and shallow loneliness, a broken wall and ruins seemed to be someone waving a painting, smearing a lifelike figure, when the thermobaric bomb exploded, the high temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius would instantly sublimate people, and people became shadows.

"It's a long, long road." Adolfina stretched, loneliness disappeared from her eyes, but passed into Simon's eyes, perhaps this is a glorious and prosperous city in the Old World, since the pioneers nailed the first tents, over the centuries, the streets and houses have gradually risen, maybe she is a human pearl, or someone may have spoken: "In another thousand years, the empire will still stand, because this war will determine the fate of a thousand years later." ”

It doesn't matter anymore.

The road was filled with gray snowflakes, Simon rubbed his eyes, wet and red, and asked, "It's snowing?" ”

"What day of the week is today?" Adolfina asked rhetorically, and Simon glanced at his watch hurriedly, "Thursday." He said.

"Oh, Thursday." Adolfina stretched out her slender white arms and built up the snowdrift with a drop in her palm, but the snowflakes did not melt, and she gently blew away the "snowflakes" that were actually dust. "Every Thursday, they burn mutilated, mentally retarded, or incapacitated civilians at the end of the year."

Simon was silent and increased the throttle, and before closing the window, he shouted to Jonathan in the car, "Big man, are you in the car?" ”

"Too crowded."

The roar of the car meant a life-threatening charm, and the first reaction of a group of refugees when they saw the jeep approaching was to raise their guns, and Adolfina quickly drew the jeep's PDW weapon, and they froze with each other. "Get out of here!" Adolfina raised her chin and said viciously.

Simon saw a refugee woman with a shotgun hiding a child in the middle of her dirty clothes, and even he was holding a knife. "Don't!" Peter curled up beside the car door and whispered, holding Ger/Lock, he could see Simon's vacillation, the boy couldn't understand why the sniper, who had been murderous all along, could have committed terrible mercy and lived for twenty years in vain? One of the most important of the Wasteland Creed is that even a baby should not be taken lightly! Do you know if it's a bottle or a grenade under the cradle?

"I can give you a ride!" Simon stepped on the brakes, opened the door and jumped out, the left wheel was exposed outside the placket, Simon raised his hands empty, Adolfina lamented and rolled her eyes, P90 micro / rush is the safety guarantee of her personal property, she followed behind Simon, warning: "He's stupid, do you want to follow stupid or get out!" ”

Adolfina's vertical pupils revealed her identity, and the refugee, apparently not wanting to provoke a mutant who had successfully mastered the genetic mutation, said astringently, "You guys go first!" ”

"As long as you dare to play the slightest trick, I will cut your son's heart and feed it to you!" Adolfina opened her mouth wide and her two fangs were unusually sharp, holding the car door with one hand, until the refugees completely disappeared from sight, she sat back in the passenger seat and complained: "I can't figure out your head, I'd rather refuse me than the mob." ”

"Hey! Simon! Come and tie my shoes! The younger sister clenched her hands and screamed, estimating that the two tanned rope leaders would be more difficult to deal with than the little bully of the neighbor next door. Simon tied her a beautiful bow with five by two, looked up and asked, "The old way?" ”

"Hmm!"

Simon pretended to be struggling to carry his sister and shouted, "A certain little chubby dun should lose weight, your big brother is about to be crushed to death by you." The younger sister sat triumphantly on Simon's shoulder, proudly patrolling her territory. The bastard boy next door rushed out of the house with a bang, and immediately deflated, and obediently slipped away, even the pug clamped his tail.

"Good thing you're all dead." Simon whispered.