Pay attention to the corners. The psychic sequence was transmitted back and forth in the narrow passage, and the Crimson Guards walked shoulder to shoulder with the fire tree and silver flowers. If it had been last year when Simon had stumbled into the Mandsville Vault, it would still be said that it was still a seven-point scenery, and after a winter, the living corpses would have entered the world completely, mottled and mottled, blood made of ink, gunpowder smoke made of boards, and living out of it was more and more towards the center of hell.

Simon and Adolfina had a hard time dealing with a building of living corpses in Old Cleveland, and they escaped in embarrassment for the first time, even after the Longhu elite detachment assisted in the cleanup, they also suffered heavy casualties. The Crimson Guards, with the exception of slowing down slightly when restocking their ammo, are in a no-man's land, and there is good reason to believe that they just don't want to waste their energy on such pointless close-quarters combat, and the results are the same.

The Crusaders blast the traces of the parliamentary self-defense army barricades, which are the first gates. The sudden bulging bone shield of the assault type Hydra blocked the passage in front and back, and Draenor observed the burns that had been violently broken before, and turned his head to look at Simon, and in an instant, a psychic wave broke into his heart.

What equipment did they use to chisel the hydraulic lock? Draenor asked.

Simon raised his foot to turn on the dense skeleton next to the bottom lamp, and unsurprisingly found a hand-held chisel gun similar to a blowtorch, Simon would not be bored to press the switch, judging from the pipeline that eroded the inner core from the back, it was obviously powered by some kind of shoulder-mounted power supply device, it was easy to think of a single exoskeleton that could be almost infinitely self-changing according to the wearer's wishes, Simon also worked as a steel soldier for a while. I think it is said: it should be a plasma blowtorch attached to the "welding rod" heavy exoskeleton.

I've fought street fights here, and according to the reports I submitted earlier, you know exactly where I went in. Simon replaced the gas mask with an adsorption sheet. The smell here is so choking that it can irritate the eyes.

Draenor nodded and said, "Then take care of yourself, Your Highness doesn't want to worry about your safety." As soon as the tip of the gun was turned, the phosphorous fluorescence in the mask was deflected.

The further they went, the fewer mutant creatures such as living corpses, perhaps because the countless remains of the war dead on the periphery were enough for them to feast. Hydra seems to know everything, but think about it, there are thousands

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There is no way to tell the difference between the top spies like the face, what information can't be obtained? A while ago, when Simon and Adolfina were chatting in the first bed, Adolfina fully showed that there is no such thing as admitting defeat in the women's dictionary, half boasting and half telling the truth, the Crusaders claimed to be invulnerable to mosquitoes and flies, Harrisburg, she came and went three times, and dared to claim to be the youngest daughter of the marshal's family after putting on makeup.

Draenor followed the map to find the control room as quickly as possible, but unfortunately it had already been blown up. It was impossible to see the poker faces through the mask, but Simon didn't think they were going home. He always felt like he was missing something.

Rudigar is really an arsonist...... The Crimson Guards chuckled as they finally removed their gas masks, and the self-sustaining Vault system was still stubbornly functioning, as evidenced by the occasional short, fresh breeze. As usual, Draenor asked Simon, and the Russian queen said meaningfully, "Purple Blood, did you really come out of Fort Kent in Black Mountain?" ”

Simon was not interested in arguing him on this question, and confessed: "If you talk about birthplace, I was born in Harrisburg, and I am from Pennsylvania. ”

“boss,you better look at this.” Draenor seemed quite willing to talk to Simon, the Crimson Guard belonged directly to the regent, and there was no need to be involved with any faction, so naturally there was no need to worry about anyone's jealousy. As soon as Draenor turned his head, a sharp cry rang out, and Hydra, who was searching the general control room, dragged a mess of fleshy things, and a layer of green light floated in the darkness, which was particularly terrifying.

At first glance, Simon suddenly subconsciously shook his heel, and blurted out: "Facehugger?" According to the horror movies that swept the pre-war period, this is definitely a creature that sends chills down the spine at midnight. Just looking at the sucker with a cool reproductive meaning on Simon's face, and the spider's arthropod, is to implicate the most terrifying associations.

"It's a cave tarantula." Draenor crouched unconcernedly in front of the creature that was about to have nightmares, looked at the tarantula bristles very carefully, and then said, "Female, after a few corners, there will be a tarantula nest, and there will be an incendiary bomb." With that, a flare burned at the female tarantula, and a ball of fire howled and rushed by.

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Keep up and don't be left behind. This mental prelude was apparently addressed to Simon. The Crimson Guards no longer marched in a stealthy posture, and flares were raised, and in a short time, the sound of thumping arthrops swept in. Fired freely, Draenor ordered, and as the line of fire advanced, the scorched spider corpses were so congested that they had to be knocked open with a special sapper shovel to get through.

"This spider is a lot like the one I've encountered in the places I've been in." Simon became more and more uneasy, because he had previously determined that there was some kind of biochemical laboratory in Fort Kent, and it was here that too many breakthroughs in the genetic canal-like restrictions could only lead to a large flood of sand, and the only thing to avoid was the tower that human science had built with precision.

"Possibly." Draenor immediately denied it, and the Scarlet Guard's leader spoke with contempt in his tone, taking advantage of the gap in the battle: "The Solomon expedition report mentions a giant spider, but the arthropods are obviously shorter than the tarantula. ”

Simon quickly put the matter behind them, and they almost reached the innermost part of the vault, and as the last tarantula was killed next to the ring, a new elevator was revealed, and the towering blast gate was unshakable.

"Mandsville Civil Anti-Nuclear Shelter ......" Several fake bullets swayed in the bullet bar, and Simon gently read the inscription under the blast door, which was built by Willis Shelter Technologies. If you want to break through forcibly, you have to use heavy construction machinery to drill and chisel day and night for several months to open a crack, and the emergency mechanism behind the door will fall to extend the tunnel gate, then the amount of work will be completely lost.

"The Thousand Faces' intelligence had better be correct." Draenor flicked his wrist, Simon's eyelids jumped, and the small card in Draenor's palm was nothing else, it was an identification card that was exactly the same as the Fort Kent Pass!

Simon immediately understood what Harrisburg's general Tyron Bertrand had given to Hydra to make him dare to be interested in Adolfina, if it was really a pre-war general level pass of the High Command, enough to skip the level to open all the military/civilian shelters that had been filed with the military!

The familiar roar of gears rang out gradually, the roller gate opened, and a glimmer of light was reflected in Simon's slightly narrowed blue pupils, and the shadows rose and fell.

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