Simon finished smoking a cigarette in the backstreet, the heels of his boots stomped in the snow, and he looked at the string of canned wind chimes hanging outside the door of the Polar Bar. It's really petty, Simon thought. Then, with the sound of "jingle bells", he pushed the door open.

"Closed for today." The bartender turned his back to the visitor and took a slow sip of rum, the bartender was not worried about someone stirring up trouble at this time, and even faintly hoped that there would be a winter boxing match by an idiot who was not long-sighted.

"A bottle of vodka." Simon said, and as he met the bartender who was turning his head stupidly, he looked at each other like sprinkling salt on ice and snow, and the bartender immediately changed his exaggerated expression and shouted, "Guys, look who's coming." ”

The mercenaries, who were drinking on the dance floor, howled, "Whoever is here!" What about the girl in the red light district called by Lao Tzu! If you're not a girl, don't bother Lao Tzu! As soon as the words fell, there was an unbridled echo of laughter and scolding.

"They've been ...... lately," the bartender leaned over to the dirty counter with one hand as he pulled out the vodka that had just been frozen from the ice bucket, and said, "You know, you've made money." ”

Simon uncorked the bottle and took a sip of wine, a stream of fire burning into his stomach. It's cold enough, Simon thinks about the Blizzard Street all the way, and the street government will have to hire people to clear the snow, otherwise the stores on the street will have to wake up all night and won't be able to open their doors. "I ask you, you haven't been here for so long, how are you doing in Area M?" The bartender caught some of Simon's gloom in his eyes and hurriedly explained, "There must be a few informants in my business, right?" ”

"Just pay attention to your little face." Simon smoked his cigarette case and scattered a large red star with a black filter. He patted the bartender's thin shoulders and filled the bottle with his hand.

Winter, I love winter, Simon thought.

"I thought to myself,, I'm going to die here? Oh, it's so sad, you know, I still have a few bottles of spirits hidden in my hometown. Marco touched the bare scalp on either side of the cockscomb's head and slammed his fist on the ground, shaking the wine glass.

"So your dick was lost that time?" Someone chimed in and said that no matter how boring and lewd a joke was, it always elicits a throat-bursting laugh.

Marco picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, opened and closed his charred front teeth, slapped his knees excitedly and said, "Hey! The thought of this made my heart ache, and I jumped up and picked up the hammer and turned defeat into victory, pulling out the loser's teeth and forcing him to say the location of the cellar. ”

"Did you find the girl or the spirits at the end?" Simon said, and in just a few steps, the bottle was more than half empty.

"Nonsense, I've got it all!" Marco staggered to his feet, the empty bottle in his arms smashing to the ground. "Boss?" Marco looked at Simon in surprise, but the alcohol had already ablated the mercenary's remaining sanity, and the breeze blew, and Marco fell on his back, and a heavy snoring sounded, as far as the eye could see, the dozen or so mercenaries on the entire dance floor were the same.

"A bunch of hopeless guys." Simon propped his forehead, drank all his wine, threw it away, and shouted straight into the shadow at the base of the wall: "Ramirez, do you have voyeurism?" Give Lao Tzu a drink! ”

Goldeneye slowly pulled down his hood, and the two stood side by side, Ramirez's black blindfold behind the one-eyed one made of pure gold. "I heard that you joined Hydra for which woman's sperm/worm brain? Or are you tired of killing and want to change your taste and continue to kill? ”

Beast, Simon swept Ramirez's soft body armor hidden behind his trench coat, rummaged through the bottle of wine that was still left, the wine entered his lips, and his throat burned very hot, but he didn't care whether it was bad or not, and said: "Both, in life, what more can a satisfactory woman ask for?" ”

Ramirez took the bottle, shook the bottom of the bottle, and said, "Money, status, with these two can keep a woman." Goldeneye took a sip.

"Okay." Simon freed up the remaining six or seven cigarette cases, lit them on each other, and in the short daylight, the reflection of the gray snow was enough to illuminate the bar on the street, but without turning on the lights, the film was dim after all, and the flames brought by some lighters were nothing more than flashes of light in seconds, not changing their true colors. "Money, status, women, are all my goals."

"And, revenge." Ramirez added. "Hydra, Longhu, I'm underestimating you."

Simon scratched the back of his sticky head, and when he reached the warm ground, the gray snow melted like hairspray. He was not surprised that Ramirez knew about his movements, this was a Longhu mercenary who had retired from the army for some reason, and the most important thing in the mercenary business was friends, and no one wanted the sword soldiers to meet each other one day without mercy. "Whew~" Simon threw away the cigarette butt, Ramirez had one eye, a golden eye, and his one eye, too.

"Wake up these drunken idiots, I'm about to become an official member of Hydra, and I'll make sure you'll use an AK made of gold after this order." Simon straightened his back and said, "Where's Peter?" What about your leaders? ”

"There, play cards with the woman." Ramirezunu mouthed, he chewed sunflower seeds and said, "The Longhu mercenaries are much stronger than us. ”

"How many eye sockets do you think I have enough for golden eyes?" Simon stopped abruptly and pointed back at his asymmetrical eyes.

Simon walked into the singing K room, frowned and looked at the accompanying singers who were pestering Peter, Simon pinched the chicks and threw out the nightclub singers one by one, leaving only the last octopus to hoop tightly. As soon as Simon touched the girl, he slammed Glo Gram straight into his chin.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, and you don't seem to be a teenager anymore." Simon was not slow to do so, slapped the girl who was wearing a camisole on the buttocks, and said, "Get out." ”

"Aren't you also a home-based man who has changed from a lonely person to a home-buying man?" Peter put away the gun he subconsciously pulled out, the white trench coat was still the same, except for a new trench coat, and the face of the young man who was promoted to hairy boy still had the afterglow left after a night of madness. "You're much better than me." Simon exclaimed in admiration, pointing to the multicolored stacks on the glass table.

"Are you sure?" Peter put on a pigtail, and the harrier rolled over and poured two glasses of wine. "When I was at Morfin's house, I couldn't sleep with the two of you every day." His upper lip grew a beard, but it was still soft, but it was better than nothing.

"I drank too much." Simon turned down the glass of wine and watched Peter get hungover and drink two more glasses as a decanter soup.

Simon took out the revolver, poured out Magnum bullets one by one, lowered his head and cleaned up the python that he hadn't used for a long time, and said, "I need you." ”

The backrest soaked in too much wine** couldn't stop Peter from leaning lazily, and the hairy boy raised his legs high and said, "Where are we going?" ”

Without the slightest nonsense, without the slightest question, Peter replied: "There are seven people in the core mercenary team you handed over to me when you left, and now there are fifteen good men, if the manpower is poor, I can recruit one hundred and fifty in three days with 20,000 yuan in the bank, but I said, are you going to attack Solomon?" Then I can get two hundred and fifty. Peter's mention of Solomon is a naked excitement, his youth grew up in an empire where power was the norm, and the defeated were slaves, but the powerful had no interest in condescending to deal with the weak who were not in the same rank.

"Come on, first I have to complete the task that Hydra gave me." Simon slammed his fists, and the soundproof door of the private room was tightly closed, and he said reassuringly: "The official news of Steel City is always saying how many crusaders the Iron Army has eliminated, I want to know your opinion. ”

"Opinion?" Peter touched his bearded chin and thought: "For more than two months, most of the targets received by the mercenary team are to exterminate the mob that fled because of the war, the weather is getting colder and colder, there are fewer mobs coming to the north, and there are a lot of people in the thirteen towns who are out of business for the slave trade, I heard that the steel army advanced to more than 200 kilometers outside the city to fight a big one, and wiped out more than 500 crusaders, but it can only listen to so much, the war situation is confusing, the mission list has not changed much, and the remaining steel army has not been mobilized, Prices in the city are also fine. Peter's words were a little scattered, and Simon's brow furrowed and curled up in the air.

"My lineage's mission is to participate in the war against the Crusaders, and I need to hold back as much as possible the reinforcements of the Crusaders to the frontline confrontation before I receive the next order." Simon pulled out a portable map and spread it out to point to several states on the East Coast of the old Union. "According to my information, the Iron Army and the Crusaders are mainly engaged in Columbus and Clarksburg, and all we have to do is attack the transport lines."

"Are you crazy?" Peter was taken aback. "Do you know what the Crusaders' convoy is? Qing Yishui's infantry chariot escort, without heavy weapons, rely on our guns to collide? Didn't Hydra say that they were all mutant cops from heaven to earth? What about them? ”

"I don't know." Simon replied simply, and he put his arm around Peter's neck and said, "I can't go on a hopeless suicide mission for nothing, have you forgotten?" I'm joined by Hydra and I'm a sniper. ”

"Before the war, I participated in many battles that I knew would be dead, and after paratroopers were airdropped on a large enemy army, I sacrificed hundreds of brothers for an empty intelligence station, and finally returned a medal of scrap copper and iron, and since then, I swear that I will never waste my life for the selfishness of the big man again, I have lost my word."

Simon's left eye faded to the point of being invisible, and for a moment, Peter seemed to be stared at calmly and bloodthirstily by a living corpse, as if admiring the prey that was about to enter the belly. "You know I'm a pure-blood before the war, yes, I'm a ranger, I'm in charge of opening the hardest roads, attacking the strongest soldiers, fighting the hardest battles, however, everything I do is for the ethereal victory in the war, now it's different, I'm fighting my own war, the loser becomes the loser, and the winner is king, so, I will win."

His back was instantly wet with cold sweat, and Peter picked up his wine glass with trembling hands and asked, "Are you still human?" ”

Simon grinned and laughed, "I'd rather not be human." ”