Midalen silently shifted her body and rolled down into the plough beside the abandoned car, from where she could be completely sure that she was in Simon's shooting corner, and even if he had mastered the psionic subject, he would not have been able to deflect the trajectory of the bullet.

And if he does? Midalen cleared his mind in an instant, even the marginal ones in the nine songs were only strong enough to deflect rifle bullets, that was the strength that the marginal Menendez had accumulated over the years as the third generation of Hydra, even if the purple-blooded ones were really gifted, they would never be able to cross such a chasm overnight!

But why did she hold back? Although her heart trembled with excitement, her instinct was to make a decision first, she wanted to delay the time until her men disposed of the armored infantry, and then support her, and wrap Simon into a net. She would never admit that she was not sure of victory.

"How did you find me? Hayes? Midalen shouted, a faint wave of telepathic communication enveloping the surrounding area for several meters.

Silence, the night demon danced wildly under the full moon, the hunt had already begun, and the ferocious wild dogs and elk of the day rushed left and right to try to find a way out, but in the omnipresent pursuit and interception of the sky, it can be said that there was a desperate situation as far as the eye could see, except for those who did not covet a little bit of food, and hid in the lair in advance, silently watching the scene that never stopped day and night.

"Do you want my head or do you want the heads of your minions?" Midalen flicked the tenon and inspected the pistol magazine with a few remaining bullets, and the double-row double-fed large-capacity 5.7mm pointed bullet has become one of the symbols of today's elite troops because of its good armor-piercing performance, high fire sustainability, moderate grip and easy use for most people. She shouted as she tried to send out a psychic wave, and as expected, Simon was still the lone ranger who fought all the way back to the headquarters with the courage of his flesh and blood, but he knew how to use all his resources better.

Midalen could not reach the scattered Hydra, she knew very well that there was a huge disparity in strength, that the weaker side was dormant on the heights, waiting for her oversight, and that she seemed to be lying on the ground beside the old rain and mud, as harmonious as an old friend in the Grand Theater who had separate seats in the east and west corners and listened to the musical together.

"They are my companions, not my slaves." Simon's words finally came back from the tall building, and Midalen keenly caught the spread of purple blood aura. This unique Hydra aura is famous in the headquarters, and the legacy of the first few Purple Bloods is not very secretive, at least they contributed the blood of Hydra that was needed during the king's absence. According to the historian's theory of blood, the actual difference between the blood in the veins between Midalen and Simon is extremely subtle.

Because of the more efficient telepathic communication, Midalen does not carry other electronic devices, and even drones can manipulate flying creatures to obtain a blind spot vision, but unfortunately this is all based on a complete operation team, Midalen sneered: "No Hydra would consider Purple Poncho as a brother and sister!" They are consumables! You have tarnished your identity! You confuse yourself with slaves! ”

"Besides......" Midalen reflexively crawled to the edge of the roadbed, his fingers flowing with a faintly glowing curve. Only a war boss would make such a little brother a human bomb! ”

As soon as the words fell, the scorching temperature of the glowing curve instantly cut off a branch corner of the roadbed, and when the gravel sounded, Midalen suddenly rushed in the opposite direction, but in her

When jumping out of the ditch, a heavy bounce is faster than her! Gang ran nailed her in place!

"Ping!" The gunshot came belatedly, accompanied by the first gunshot, and the second bullet, Midalen's movement was called a god speed, but Simon, who had forged a sense of prediction between countless lives and deaths, was faster, allowing her to avoid the first shot, and the second shot was directly splattered with blood.

Simon indifferently grasped the barrel handguard, put away the M110A3, and walked over the partition wall that he had broken before, his boots were covered with dark blood stains, and it was actually another Daredevil's lair, perhaps the Daredevil's wings had just flapped out. Simon set up his bipod at the next sniper spot and pulled the trigger without hesitation until all eight rounds were gone, while Midalen on the street was almost pinned down with precision and swept back into the stinking gutter.

"How long can you drag me here? Do you still think that a few of your men can annihilate a Hydra operation group? There's a high probability that your people have already been decapitated by this time! Midalen almost crawled back on, her face covered with dirt, but instead of wiping it off, she had to pick up the stinky mud and continue to wipe all the bare skin, she needed to keep lowering her already low body temperature, and exposing her smell to the wild for a long time, which would sooner or later attract some ghosts, especially if she had tried her best to release another breath.

Soaring in mid-air, ready to pounce on their prey on the ground, the night demons suddenly turned en masse, and the triangular wing membranes that connect their arms and abdomen provide lift. The strange aura that has been haunting them is so abrupt and intense that it is delicious to ignore, and quickly transforms into a simply deadly female courtship signal. Within seconds, the group of hundreds of blood-eating bats had become distinct, full of tyrannical hostility towards each other.

Survival, reproduction, no matter what kind of life it is, are firmly imprinted in the deepest part of the gene, and once the former is initially guaranteed, then the latter will become the most driving primitive motive. On the one hand, there is the call of the king that is difficult to disobey, and on the other hand, there is a beautiful and strong heterogeneous courtship. The two incompatible wills split the victory and defeat in an instant.

The night sky slopes down the Blood Falls.

I don't know if it was the night demon who was covered in snow by the moonlight who was the first to attack, screaming and tearing open the throat of a courtship night demon in the opposite camp, drinking blood and dancing, a fierce melee broke out immediately, both sides are cold-blooded animals hatched and suckled in the same litter, but they already have the custom of cannibalism, just like two hydras born from the same root outside the field, and then traced back to the same ancestor.

In that kind of blood, there is a betrayal in it.

Simon watched silently as the two night demons fought, the spear in his hand was the key to deciding the outcome of the battle, but he was in no hurry to kill it himself. As Midalen had said, he had come alone, tracking the lonely breath in reverse, he didn't know if it would be another round of ambushes, but he was right, the supreme leader of the entire United Faction of Mill City was in the gutter on the side of the road.

He glanced at his wrist, an ordinary electronic watch, he was only wearing an urban camouflage uniform, and his exoskeleton had been destroyed in the previous assault, carrying it with him to kill two Hydras. He knew how superficial his bloodline ability was, and in a sense, he could be counted as a senior three-ability person, with five senses enhanced, psionic intake, and purple blood. Only the last one, his only trump card and the strongest trump card.

Simon unloaded the spear and set it up in a downward slanting position, and then he pulled out the python that had not been fired for a long time, and with a flick of the bullet nest, it slammed it shut. Six Magnum high-powered rounds.

Enough is enough.

The fight between the two Daredevil is coming to an end. The night demon who tried to initiate a courtship flew towards Midalen like crazy, and the one who was shocked by Simon's purple blood breath pursued him in the same frenzied tail, and in an instant, the shark-toothed giant mouth under his jaw tore off the wing membrane, but the night demon who flew towards Midalen without hesitation was silent, and the great smell of blood caused more mutant beast wolves in the nearby area to rush to the pigs, and the dust waves were noisy. For a while, the already mixed water and stirred fish flew around!

Midalen had already made her choice, she was going to fight to the death in the end, she wanted to prove that she didn't surrender to the secret and treacherous purple blood legends that circulated in Hydra, and she didn't even want to wait a quarter of an hour, half an hour, until her men had killed the armored infantry and returned to the division, she didn't even think she could let go of the present opportunity.

Kill him, and the civil war will end.

She shouldn't have been the one who fled.

The White Shadow swells in, and Midalen allows dozens of night demons who have been signaled to marry to surround her, like a female saint who resolutely undresses and seduces the devil in order to capture Satan. These dozens of Dareds formed a shield for her against the Purple Blood Daredevil behind her.

Radiance.

Hundreds of light curves burst out, this curtain wall disintegrated in pieces, Midalen stepped lightly and disintegrated the remnants of the night demon, almost step by step towards the building where Simon was standing, she knew where Simon's advantage was, as long as she grabbed the front of her closely, with the glow curve of grabbing the hot blood component, she could have a round of intersection and kill him!

"Ping!" The gunshots exploded, but each bullet was blocked by the mad night demon, which aroused the ferocious night demon to wake up to his survival instinct, and instead bit straight towards Midalen, and before it could reach it, it was eaten alive by the hostile night demon wrapped in layers.

Midalen leaped lightly, the soles of her boots stepping on the Daredevil's heads, and the countless ruins of the ruins for which she had become her stepping stones, humbly contributing her strength to the purple-blooded tower.

Then she saw what was behind the gun.

Nothing.

The spear floated in the air as if it were controlled by an invisible man, aiming at every vital point of Midalen with extreme precision, so that every time ten bullets missed, the magazines left between the cracks in the wall would fly in on their own and load into them. Midalen's slender figure made the Daredevil slightly dwarf, and she remembered some of Hydralari's most unpopular abilities. Psionic ingestion, the ability to move light objects only in a medium range, can indeed develop into the power of a fringe person with a single flick of a warhead, but it is too long, long enough to construct two abilities in the same amount of time.

And then Simon used it and weaved a second sniper.

"Pong!" The roar of the python pierced through the clouds, and Midalen hurriedly pulled up to block the night demon beside him, but the beast, which was not very strong, immediately lost its chest and fell down with a wail. As he turned over, Midalen saw a purple-eyed young man emerge from the group of beasts with purple wings under the full moon.

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