Without purple blood like me, Hydra, penniless. ”

Before he could finish speaking, McCandles, with a bloody mouth, replied, almost in a hideous and sarcastic tone, "Hydra doesn't need anything." ”

"That's fine." Simon shrugged, flicked his revolver with his backhand, hit McCandles' head, and said, "That's definitely not going to require you." ”

Simon slowed down for some reason, and in an instant, the captive burst out laughing, hoarse, like the last arrogance of a dying man, witnessing the tragic death of his soldiers in the water, probably not surviving this hurdle.

But Simon frowned, and he could hear that McCandless had the slightest sense of sadness and helplessness, all of which was a sense of ridicule and sorrow for the death of the rabbit and the fox. Simon's heart sank, his five senses strengthened, and he launched it with all his might, under the detection of the purple-blooded powerful kind, how could there be any trace of Hydra's blood?

Unless......

It's also a trap.

McCandless looked at Simon's changing face, and coughed with a smile, squirting blood foam after mouthful. "You don't know anything! Nothing's a no! ”

Simon no longer hesitated, and immediately sent out a purple-blooded communication. All units, out of the battlefield, out of the battle!

This invisible band seems to activate the hidden message as well. Whether it's an ordinary purple-blooded soldier who is still fighting fiercely with the recalcitrant Combine soldiers, or a quasi-shooter like Peter, who is dormant somewhere waiting for an opportunity to snipe, the eardrums invariably hear a cracking roar.

"Drone!" One of the soldiers closest to Simon shouted as he pointed to the sky. Simon immediately knocked McCandlesis unconscious with his backhand and looked up at the sky. I was shocked in an instant.

The dense drones broke through the sky like locusts, and even blatantly broke through the low-altitude limit, and the red light of Didi suddenly converged into a bright red river, heading towards the battlefield!

Self-detonating drone!

"Retreat! Fall back! Simon gritted his teeth and picked up the snowstorm in his hand, and the short burst was aimed at the group of drones that broke through the clouds. Taking advantage of the fact that so many rudimentary models of drones were smuggled in between the two armies, this is clearly a plan to die together!

What Combine soldiers, what purple ponchos, all cannon fodder!

"...... at all costs" at the dome of Fort Mill, Executive Hydra examines the battlefield where the battle has suddenly eased through the lens of a telecommunications drone in the fleet. The visible turbulence is constantly spreading out from the "signal tower" on the tarmac, and for a moment it is actually a ripple of coffee liquid on the cup holder.

"Increase the frequency, attack." The executive gazes at Lake Michigan, and from here there is a great view of the lake. Ordered lightly. The black-forged members of Hydra took the order and stepped to the side of the "signal tower", pushing the slide button one after another, and suddenly howling miserably.

Where is the metal composition of the "signal tower" superimposed with the section circuit tubes, the tower is clearly a beautiful woman, and even the same Hydra standard dress. But every time the console slide button was pushed, the woman's wail became heavier, and when the last button was pushed, the extremely sharp voice fell, obviously screaming in her throat.

"An eye for an eye, blood for blood." The executive raised his glass and raised his glass to the shadow in the other corner of the tarmac, and the shadow was blurred like ink for a moment. He condescendingly looked down at the several people who had been pierced into special torture instruments by the side of the "signal tower", and they were already inhuman, the tip of his nose shrugged, and he said in disgust: "The blood is dirty and smelly, and I dare to call it 'pure blood'."

"Highest frequency! Don't worry about fuel! ”

The last bullet of the "...... was centered and broke the shaft blades of the drone, and the 'crow', which had already been overwhelmed, immediately deflected and flew upside down irregularly, and actually swept down more than a dozen drones in the vicinity in one go.

It's a torrent of air!

Simon took off the stub and tossed it away, and sped back to the building from which he had come. The drone swarm followed, pushing and pushing for fear of loss. In the blink of an eye, the rotor wind became the biggest enemy of the group itself, but it couldn't withstand the huge number, and it really exploded like a hornet's nest that had been watered!

The air was covered with a layer of gray ink, and this was all a shrapnel that had exploded! Whether it was the Combine soldiers who were stranded in the previous boat, or the purple-blooded soldiers who got out of the building, they were all cut down like wheat, and they were all cut down with thousands of holes! The death toll soared immediately! Yes! There is no way to survive!

Following the smell of blood, the frog lions, water ghosts, and ghosts cried wolves and fled to the bottom. The steel shavings of the fluffy steel balls began to rain in advance in the morning and dusk that should have come for several hours. It's like a truckload of coarse sand dumped, and it "splinters" endlessly.

“shi t！！！” Jonathan, who was wielding a machine gun, roared wildly, and a large ball of gun flames erupted, and the machine guns that had been firing non-stop for a long time were about to burn the barrels. Wiped by heavy bullets, sparks and lightning along the way, heavy armored drones struck crookedly but firmly. The fierce man flicked the chain and jumped with a roar. The sky was suddenly filled with inky red.

The dull sound of explosions came and went, and Simon, who was hiding in the stairwell, even felt wisps of dry ash tremble with the vibration. The pain of a certain name echoed in my mind. It's like scissors slicing a nerve. Every time it hurts, it means the death of a secondary purple-blooded vassal.

The pain is just like this "rainstorm" that comes and goes quickly. No matter how rich Hydra is, it is impossible for him to rain drones to attack him. Simon's hand rests on the angular wall of the blasted ruins. Squinting at the reddened river as the rest of the boats remained. In less than half an hour, except for a small number of troops who withdrew from the battlefield in the future, the Combine lost two-thirds of its manpower, including several purple ponchos killed by Simon's volley.

Just for this?

"Woo~" A surviving drone swept by at high speed, carrying Simon's forehead up. He looked at the red and green marker lights that spiraled into the sky. My heart is even cooler than just now.

"Calibrator ......," Simon said word by word. He took off the M110A4 behind his shoulder and slowly aimed at the artillery calibration drone thousands of kilometers away.

"Funny ......" There was a hint of noise on the screen in the executive's hand, but Simon's face that he would never forget even if it was burned to ashes was impressive. Simon's hand shook on the screen, and after a few seconds, the screen jumped into darkness and then moved on to the next frame.

The executive nodded slightly towards the "signal tower", picked up the internal phone of the fortress, and said in a purely commanding tone: "Now." ”

Bastion lower platform.

SECOND LIEUTENANT LORRAINE PUT DOWN THE PHONE, SIGHED SLIGHTLY, AND NODDED TO THE GUNNERS WAITING NEXT TO THE M119 TYPE 105MM HOWITZER.

"Reload!" The sturdy loaders pried open the ammunition box and took out a heavy grenade and loaded it into the bolt with the cartridge relay.

"Calibrate the target!" The ballistic solver automatically adjusts the subtle pitch angle to form the final dense position.

"Launch!" As soon as the gunner pulled the fire rope, the propellant first ignited and exploded, and the extremely strong pressure of the bore prompted the shell to rotate and rotate at high speed along the rifling.

Born to be gorgeous, death is gorgeous.

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