Simon is located at the top of a cliff with a great view, and the town of Montenegro is clearly exposed to the muzzle of a sniper gun, and it stands to reason that Simon should provide a steady stream of support firepower, and when the last armed pickup truck falls down on the first operator, but the second operator is slow to be shot and falls, Jonathan realizes that Simon's side may be in trouble. Tell Peter to travel across the battlefield to see why he stopped shooting.

"Keep an eye on the surroundings." Simon instructed Peter to guard the cliff and not rule out the possibility of other attackers, and Simon then picked up his sniper rifle and continued to snipe the machine gun shooters to clear the fire. The second round of attacks was launched by the town's elite guards, and the mayor of Blackwater obviously provided good training for these warriors, and they coordinated with each other quite tacitly, holding temporary shields and gradually advancing towards the central guard tower, the Wyatt mercenaries were already taking money to do things, so naturally they were not much loyal to the master's family, and when they saw the battle collapse, one person took the lead, and all the mercenaries around them collapsed, and they fled from Black Mountain Town in twos and threes.

After hastily swallowing a few painkillers, Simon saw that the town of Montenegro no longer needed his remote suppression, so he went to dispose of the body of the attacker.

"Snort" Simon easily grasped a secret opening at the back end of the combat suit, and then the whole costume was decomposed in an orderly manner, Simon dragged out the corpse, his skin was fair and smooth, his hands and feet were slender and explosive, if he did not lose his head and was smashed to the ground, it can be seen that he was a handsome young man with both elegance and heaviness before his death. The experience of so many days in the new era taught Simon that the more consistent the physical signs were with pre-war humanity, the higher the status and the stronger the strength.

And then what? Dead people don't speak.

Several Magnum bullets destroyed the visor, and Simon pulled out a fingercap-sized, smoke-emitting component, regrettably finding that the master control module was broken, representing irreversible damage to the entire combat suit system, or sent back to the factory for overhaul...... In this world, how can there be an original factory?

Simon stroked the fibers of the cover that had been dented by a 9mm bullet at close range, the suit was basically the same model that Simon used in Emar Fortress, the only difference was that the attacker was not wearing an exoskeleton, and if there was an exoskeleton, ten more Simon Hayes would not help.

"Looks like I've killed a big guy." Simon muttered that the attacker had previously mentioned unfamiliar terms such as "Renaissance, Empire, Alliance", and that being able to afford a Talos suit was enough to show a lot. Simon didn't think much about it and couldn't think about it, he clapped his hands calmly, got up and lit a cigarette, and said to Peter, "Let's go." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the flame of Zhibao's lighter continued to fill the next cigarette, and Simon threw the corpse of the soldier into a burning fire somewhere, man, equality and inequality were hard to say in life, at least at this moment this guy was reduced to ashes with the untouchables he despised for the sake of each other's ashes.

"Smoke?" Simon handed over the cigarette case with a blank face, and Peter took the cigarette and put it between his ears, crossed his arms and said, "You didn't answer my question." ”

"He." Simon was silent for a moment, then poured out a low-quality cigarette and threw it into the fire that had been fueled with new fuel, and said, "A legacy of an old time." ”

The guards of the watchtower were all confidants of Commander Wyatt, and the battle was fought extremely fiercely, so the rough work did not have to be done by Simon, the town guards reined in their own leaders and the dead, the forest was full of routs, and it was not too uncommon for the boat to capsize in the gutter, only the adjutant stood slightly sadly beside the leader's corpse and muttered something, the guards changed their names, and a new "head" was born.

The top floor of the sentry tower screamed miserably and fell to the mercenary and fell to the ground beyond recognition, this person had a great life, and he could continue to crawl and struggle, which was obviously not a good end, the victor caught the vanquished, stripped the trophy and threw it into the cremation pile. The sniper rifle hung silently on his chest, and everyone showed enough respect for the sniper with a blue nose and swollen face, and at the invitation of the adjutant, Simon walked into the tower.

Simon ignored the heart-rending howls of the unfortunate surviving POWs, and Commander Wyatt knelt with his hands tied behind his back, not giving the enemy any chance It was not only Simon's habit to do so, the commander's kneecap was gone, and a hammer in the corner was supposed to be the culprit.

"I've seen you!" The commander looked at Simon, his cloudy eyes lit up for some reason, and the butt of the gun slammed into the back of his head viciously, smashing back the next sentence.

"Finished?" Simon said, catching a glimpse of a large-brimmed hat on the blood-stained bed.

"It's over." The adjutant looked at the captive Nunu and said, "The town chief will personally interrogate and take care of this pig's head!" The guards escorted the prisoners of war away from the tower, and Simon took a large-brimmed hat with a skull adorned with two sharp swords in the center.

"Skeletons?" Simon wondered. The Rangers were subordinate to the Allied Special Operations Command and were emblemized by swords entwined with lightning, and the infamous Skeletons wore skulls as their emblem. The Skeleton Team often did dirty work for the Allies that no other unit was willing to do, and "Firing Squad" was also another name for the Skeleton Team.

"What did you say?" Peter didn't hear clearly and asked.

Simon put his big-brimmed hat behind his back and said, "I mean we can go." "Out of the watchtower, the big brimmed hat went into the fire.

In the evening, three armed pickup trucks drove into Blackwater, and the town government held a celebratory feast, and the people who participated in the battle enjoyed the alcohol and meat generously provided by the mayor, as well as the lady-in-waiting raised by the mayor. Simon and Peter each took a bottle of moonshine and found a quiet corridor to enjoy their victory.

"So you're dragging that stinky boy and beating his sister at the same time, oh my God, you're such a good brother." Peter was overjoyed, and Simon recounted how to teach the thugs who bullied his girlfriend a lesson, and he didn't notice the mayor at all, and if it weren't for the cat's call, he probably wouldn't have noticed.

"Maybe the despicable banquet is too shallow." The mayor said.

"It's just a chat, Wyatt is done, Mr. Mayor should be happy." Simon instantly put away his smile and said seriously.

The mayor rubbed the Sphinx cat, and said in the same tone as ever, "After a branch, the happy night is short, and it adds some fun to the despicable." The mayor took out two delicate money bags and handed them to the two, and Simon weighed and put them away.

"Of course, a pickup truck parked under the bell tower also belongs to Lord Hayes." The mayor tossed the key and added, "The petrol is full, and there are some small gifts in the carriage to show that Your Excellency has fulfilled the despicable little wish." ”

Fewer shots pay off.

The mayor turned to leave, but turned his head sideways and asked, "So where are you going next?" The contemptible people think that the guards of Blackwater Town are more suitable for the two, if they are willing, they may as well live here for a long time. ”

Under somebody's roof? Simon and Peter both saw the answer in each other's eyes, and Simon took a sip of wine, the bottle to his knees, and said, "North, more north." ”