A small silver-plated makeup knife was removed.

Midalen's pale pupils reflected a hint of rainbow, but the sewage under the boots was as colorful as if oil stains were leaking, very faint, but still a very strange beauty. A hysterical howl rang out in her ears, which Midalen continued to ignore, and she held the knife and lightly touched her nails.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Midalen, who was sitting on the lid of a certain bucket in the garbage heap built into a tower, seemed to be bored and stabbed in the wrist with a knife. Yet she was still intently inscribed with divine quotations in her own unique way, nothing more than His Majesty and the Bible. In the hearts of the vast majority of Hydra, the only one who is holy is His Majesty.

"Ah!!h Hydrari had a knack for torture, but now bandits all over the world were happy to do it. But for the Hydras, there is always a need for something more special...... Art.

The knife slashed across the thumb cap like a dragonfly, and if someone looked at it with a magnifying glass, it was not difficult to read the sentence on it, which can be called a fly's head. Compared to Midalen, who forced himself to calm down, Hydra, who was being tortured, was even more excited. Tossing and turning over and over there was only a small iron wire shuttling, the movement was softer than the girl's touch, and it took a long time to ooze a drop of blood, but every time the wire hooked, the scavenger who was confirmed by the executive officer to know some information had his eyes bulging, and the blood that had been vibrated and exploded by his vocal cords returned to his stomach, and this kind of pain was simply incomprehensible and unbearable.

"Where did you get the watch?"

"Where did you get the watch?"

Whether the scavengers gave in or not, the torturer repeated it for a quarter of an hour, down to every tone of voice, minute by minute. The quarter of an hour passed longer than the day, and every time the fragile mortal was about to faint on his own, the blood of Hydra that invaded his body devoured the place more violently in an instant, and a higher wave of pain forced the scavenger to wake up in an instant.

Alexander, the executive officer who had always closed his eyes and recuperated, finally opened his eyes and said indifferently: "Kingsley, let him speak." ”

The torturer took off his hood, his face shaped like a scarlet skeleton, and the scavengers, weakened to the limit, suddenly churned with a burst of spirit that seemed to return to the light. The torturer repeated those two sentences again.

"Where?"

"Who?"

When the scavenger finished his last sentence, the previously inflated and swollen face quickly dried up and wrinkled until there was no moisture, and the pool of sewage under his feet gurgled and churned, and the drop of Hydra blood dissolved the scavenger's flesh alive in a quarter of an hour. His hero is his enemy, the sweetest blood of the Hydras, and there is no doubt that it is the fiercest poison for ordinary people.

The executive listens to Kingsley's debriefing. The two questions don't really make much sense, and they only play a guiding role, but the scavengers' strong inner pain fluctuations make Kingsley, who has opened the psionic decipherment, easily break through the information barrier. Although the mind reading technique of the Lord Regent Melissa, who has swept the minds of dozens of people at every turn, is not the same, it is still extremely useful.

The scavenger of Polly joined several small groups of wasteland visitors, and a week earlier, a team of about 100 people had gathered on the spot after completing a close exploration of the depths of the ruins of Zika, and had exchanged an alarm clock for a watch from an unfamiliar colleague. Generally speaking, a working watch can be repaired and sold for a good price to the citizens of the city-state. So Polly brought it back and sold it to a Hydra in a scrap shop outside the Zika slave market.

The executive officer ignored the stench of hedge sky and tried his best to analyze it. Corresponding maps overlap to build the mind. Soon, he realized that most of the pure-blood Hydra had been active at the southern end of Mill City five days earlier, and that the most promiscuous of the Zika slave market had become an excellent cover for the increasingly embarrassed pure-blood Hydra. Alexander got to the point, and it wasn't about whether it would be sold to it

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Hydra's problem, but this AATS watch contaminated with the strong aura of the Purple Blood As long as it has been active in the South City, then there will definitely be Hydra's high-ability people who will find out.

This is a deliberate table, in other words, it is most likely a signal.

"Damn it!" Midalen heard the executive roar at first, and the makeup knife she was holding was accidentally carved wrong, and she felt a little regretful.

"Send someone to recover those five pure-blood factions immediately! Right now! "Midalen is quite unclear. And Kingsley, who was tormented, was even more confused, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Why?" Midalen blocked the high-blooded oppression that the executive officer inadvertently revealed, and motioned to Kingsley to quickly gather people, and then asked in a deep voice, yes, questioning. Integrity doesn't exist in Hydra's dictionary, but they know what a trade is, and the five pure-bloods who traded because of William Lockwood's self-determination were the result of the deal. Breaking the covenant between colleagues will inevitably make the remaining operations more difficult.

Midalen was surprised to find that the executive was spewing out a heat wave, a side effect of his high-speed calculations, and he was at his most vulnerable.

"William Lockwood fooled us! He's going to cut himself! The executive gritted his teeth and walked away, despite the weakness of forcibly speculating on future outcomes.

"This is a signal from the Purple Blood! Tell them to contact the shapeshifters who don't know where! ”

"Contact the first leader, Adolfina Morfin!"

Midalen was shocked, although she had not branched out to wisdom ability, but the psionics themselves were extremely intelligent and cunning, how could she not think of something deeper? Why did William Lockwood choose to cut himself in exchange for his companion survival? Maybe this just shows that he still had some thoughts about them before, and he wouldn't kill each other so cruelly, but overnight he cut off all hope, knowing that he couldn't get out of Mill's net, so he sacrificed his life to release five second-ability pure-bloods.

Slaughter alive the pure-blood tendencies of Hydra in Mill City, which could have been stabilized? Midalen was not in the mood to delve into how the watch was passed down step by step, and she stared at the back of the executive officer in a very complicated manner. The Midsummer Eve clearance plan was developed and implemented by the Special Envoy at Headquarters.

As if feeling the flickering sway of Midalen behind him, Alexander paused, looked back, and said in a purely commanding tone: "You immediately take a team to the ruins of Zika to investigate the scraper party in exchange for watches, I just want the result!" ”

Hydra didn't need any color to communicate, Midalen's exposed skin tingled, and she bowed slightly, and the black and stinky water reflected her even more frosty white face, and she replied, "As you wish." ”

After Midalen had ordered more than a dozen coalitions near the scrapyard to send Hydra away. Alexander, who had been watching them leave indifferently, turned around with his hand, and in front of the ruined former stadium wall, a column of emblems of bright and dark representatives of the great clan swept by, except for the "S" that snaked like a few broken lines.

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Dozens of miles away, on the edge of the ruins of Old Chicago.

Simon sat cross-legged in front of the fire, wiping the dust that had occasionally stained the stock of the M110A4, the versatile sniper rifle wrapped in gray linen and dry vine branches, completely obscuring its brilliance, and looking no different from the long rifles common to the wasteland.

Soup was boiling in the steel helmet hanging from the campfire, none other than Jonathan's own use. It's really hard to find a helmet for this giant man, the advanced radiation disease has completely eroded into his flesh and bones, he is considered lucky, but it has caused the skeleton to continue to grow, and the abundant food has made Jonathan more and more like a titan giant, now January

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Without four bottles of hundreds of pills, Anti-Radiant Ning couldn't suppress the torture that was comparable to cancer pain. SO WHEN HE WAS IN THE K82 VILLAGE, JONATHAN GOT FOUR OR FIVE STEEL HELMETS AND MELTED AND REDID THEM, AFTER ALL, NO MATTER HOW HARD HIS FOREHEAD WAS, HE COULDN'T DO A 7.62MM FULL-POWER BULLET.

Now back to the era of full-power rifle bullets, the small-caliber bullets developed for long-distance warfare in modern warfare are completely inadequate, and if you really put it within 500 meters to hit a rotting wolf with a sprint speed of 80 kilometers per hour, unless it hits the vital point, where can the bullet roll in the mutant flesh and blood that is as tough as an iron plate? Even the regular army of the Iron Army, which deals with people, consciously switched to 7.62 full-power bullets, and picked up the M5 heavy barrel type, but eliminated a bunch of M16s for the caravan.

"Boss." Marco put the lunch box next to Simon, stirred it a few times, and drank the fish soup directly in three or two strokes, quite unsatisfied, wiped the bread dry, and chewed it.

Simon put on the empty flag, turned the muzzle of the gun, and carefully took the strip to clean the barrel, this is a baby, this submoa precision M110A4 is mostly thanks to the barrel plated with chrome-titanium alloy paper, and now it is impossible to produce this kind of densely rifled alternately forged sharp goods. Don't you see the so-called Harrisburg Crusader known as armored Ukraine, it is just a matter of assembling semi-finished tanks from pre-war stocks, and the military-industrial capacity of Steel City is completely eating reserves, and it is a daydream to rebuild the military-industrial complex with the back-up of the Vault industry and the remnants of the ruins.

"And this group of cowards into the ruins of Zhika? I'm worried that the ducks are going to poke us in the ass at night......" Marco glanced at the scavengers on the other side, who were also taking a lunch break. Compared with Simon's twenty or so people, there are more than sixty people over there.

Simon slowly blew the heat on before drinking the fish soup from the freshly caught carp on the lakeside, and he thought to himself that he was not as dry as Marco's iron mouth and copper teeth, and chewed it repeatedly, as did the rest of the team. The two teams were clearly separated from each other, the guns were not separated, and there was no need to disguise the wastelanders in rags, and the most important exoskeleton was disassembled and placed in the special bag of the armored infantry. Before the war, designers ironed to think about the infiltration situation behind enemy lines, and it was not difficult to accept to carry a pair of iron lumps weighing no more than 30 kilograms with them anyway, especially now that human endurance is very strong.

After finishing the affairs of Elgin Town, Simon and his party simply helped the ghoul Polgin to turn into a wastelander, after all, according to the plan formulated by the inner circle, it is necessary to rely on the terrain, and it is not advantageous to fight in any settlement or in the plains and swamps, no matter how few Hydra there are, there will be more people than them, and there is no guarantee that it will attract other things.

At least Simon isn't worried about the ruins of the living corpses that make the wasteland's strangers the most unheard, sitting on the blood of the Daredevil Queen, he is more and more unraveling the special cause and effect carried by the Hydra bloodline, and the best thing about a good Ranger is all-terrain all-terrain!

"It's good to clean up, it's just to move cleanly, and it's easy to be speculated that people will find some clues when they get away." Simon dipped the hard rusks in the hot soup and soaked them until they were soft.

Since the little boss had a mind, Marco naturally nodded and left, and went to Ramirez, Peter, and the Longhu correspondent David Deward to fart and brag.

Dward couldn't leave a single line of communication under Simon's search that could be called a bone to the marrow, but this kid as a guard of Brigadier General Ledoux, that is, a member of the espionage agency of the Iron Army, is very powerful, and if he really does it, under Simon, only Jonathan can win steadily.

Simon focused his five senses on hearing, and the leaders of the team of wastelanders who met dozens of meters away also happened to be discussing the same thing, Simon listened boredly, yawned, and habitually touched his left wrist, well, it must be a while before he can come back.

And when will the red-haired girl, who is as bright as a flower on the other side, come back?

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