Simon caught a snowflake that fell on his palm, different from the soft and white that he should have remembered, the snow that fell in November in the north was hard and yellow, and the gas mask filter filtered out the cold air with a smell of activated charcoal, but this did not prevent him from erasing the yellow curtain that was hidden from his mask, and the gloomy lead cloud was like an upside-down steel wall, pressing on the shoulders of all pedestrians. After all, it is better to spend 100 yuan to buy a set of simple anti-radiation clothing than to spend 500 yuan to buy a bottle of anti-radiation. What's more, it is no longer the turn of human beings to rejoice in the rain and snow born of the clouds.

Natural, radiation.

The factory bells screeched and Simon caught up with the wave of workers, thousands of steelworkers poured out of the fork in the road, and the rolling torrent carried Simon forward, but Simon flashed into the streetside shop. "Coke." He tossed the shopkeeper three coins and picked up a can of red Coke pressed from the mutated fruit in his hand, Simon waited for the crowd to pass by, removed the gas mask, and with a "snort", his index finger wirled the tab.

"This cola with nitric acid is left for you to lubricate your chrysanthemums. Simon's lips touched the liquid when he smelled the slight pungency in the cola ingredients, and he tossed it away, and the tin can spilled out strands of inky black juice. "You have destroyed my goods, and you must buy them all to pay for the loss!" The grocer owner was not in the slightest prey at the sale of shoddy products, and foamed at Simon's face.

As soon as the thumb pulled the tab, the oval-shaped iron piece rotated on the fingertips, and the palm of his hand wiped the frost from the surface of the mask. "If that's what you're talking about." Simon wiped his mask clean, put it on, and tucked the lower edge into the collar of his raincoat. A pull tab was inserted in the center of the man's brow. "Four-inch monkey in the back, squat down your horse." Simon flicked his fingers open the back half of the tab, and he just broke the piece of iron.

Navigating the flow of people is no easy task, but Simon doesn't want to be alone on the dimly lit factory road after ten minutes, so he endures countless shoulder bumps, countless pairs of ill-intentioned hands reach into Simon's arms, trying to remove a few coins that may be there, and every time the thief's hand reaches into his outer pocket and pinches a coin, Simon will slash the thief's hand and leave with an electric convulsion.

Zone G is a labor-intensive industry, employing hundreds or thousands of workers in a single factory, and the largest waste picker factory needs three to four thousand workers standing on the assembly line at its peak to sort items that are still useful. The second bell would not ring for five minutes, and Simon quietly flashed into the waste picking factory with the help of the crowd of three or five waiting for the shift in advance.

The factory security guards turned a blind eye to Simon, who swaggered in, and for the security guards, there are countless workers who want to make money like strong calves, and besides, the assembly line is full of garbage, and the thief will not be able to steal from the factory in Zone G, which has the right to use legal guns in the city? Don't you think your life is too long, and you want to go to the prison to play Miss Rose?

Simon pressed an anti-radiant glow to the base of his tongue and threw away the "quack" raincoat in the shade of the corner. "Hello, Ivan." Simon leaned sideways against the pillar, and some hapless ghost was about to pass through the small door, so he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, covered his mouth, and dragged him behind the door. "Good winter, Ivan." Simon punched and crushed the man's throat, blaming you for going the wrong way, not me. Simon looked back at the blue-gray exterior of the textile mill next door. Well, monitoring blind spots, Simon silently confirmed. He thanked for the inadequacy of the infrastructure, and then, under the watchful eye of Ivan, who was struggling in the snow, Simon climbed the drainage pipe with his bare hands.

The hallway was patrolled, and Simon cautiously reached out his left hand to reach the eaves. The corroded pipe fixing strip strangled Simon's fingers deeply. He let go of his right hand, and the fixation fell apart, and in an instant, Simon's body collapsed, and he resisted the soreness of the nerves in his left arm, and insisted on holding on until his right hand swung back. Batman hunched his back and slammed the window with the steel bars welded to the planks. Simon looked up at the end of the line with the fluttering red cloth.

Please call me Ezio Hayes. Simon's mind comes to mind the stack of VCDs next to the TV in Adolfina's living room, and sometimes the red-haired girl likes to be a night owl and play games, so that he has to stay up all night. Where did she get the saucer? Simon thought, struggling to climb another level of support.

There are people in the office who light cigarettes, third-rate lighter brands. Simon didn't have to listen, since he regained his sight last week, Hydra's blood had successfully embedded the living corpse's keen sense of hearing and smell into the genes, and achieved an initial fusion, so that even from tens of meters away, Simon could still tell the distribution of people on the target level.

Originally, this kind of low-concealment assassination mission should not be carried out by the reserve members, but Hydra kept transferring the few official members in the city, and finally, Adolfina also mysteriously disappeared, if it weren't for the letterhead sent by Vivien, the cat-eared maid, Simon would have thought that she had gone to the caravan to fish for Kaizi on a whim.

So the day after she regained her sight, Vivien confidently asked Simon to end his lazy state of eating and not working, and then undergo acclimatization training for quasi-full members. For example, climb the outer wall of a factory dozens of meters high with his bare hands and kill the project manager of the waste picking factory.

Give me a muffled McMillan, within two thousand five hundred meters, this kid dares to show his head and wait for his head to bloom. Simon said as the cat-eared maid leisurely grinded the coffee beans, brewed a cup of coffee, and walked over to the shouting Pennsylvania marmot table.

"I'm a carnivore, I have 10,000 ways to make you my dinner, do you want to try it?" Simon was pressed to his head, and his handsome face was squeezed into a funny Chaplin. "I don't want to! Don't want to! Simon shouted.

"Good." The three bony claws tattooed on the embroidered tablecloth were retracted, and Catwoman stretched out her paws and scratched her plush ears, which were really not a tether for the ears. "Then, move your ass, and get out of this king's demon castle." Vivien drew a creamy heart-shaped flower into the cappuccino, disdainfully.

Two security guards in the hallway, three people in the office playing poker, the smell of gun oil from the M16. Simon held on to the drain, stepped on the cornice, crouched down, kicked his legs, and grabbed the target window sill. The Daredevil Queen's genes greatly enhanced his sense of hearing and smell, as well as Simon's overall flexibility and stamina, allowing him to withstand more strenuous exercise. I'm going to get some catnip on the way back, he thought.

"10 of hearts! Straight flush! Lao Tzu won! ”

"Ah, you." Simon listened to the noisy playing of cards in the office. Poker is all about cheating, so it's no wonder someone buys your life. Simon sneered, whistling with one hand on the window. Come here, Big Ivan, cousin has something good for you to see. Seeing that the security guard hesitated for a moment, Simon pursed his lips again and made a "murmuring" sound.

"Crows?" A security guard wondered, and walked in Simon's direction.

"That's what your crow would call that?" Another security guard crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette. Blue Star cigarettes, it's a man, Simon thought, he bent his waist even more. "Where's the crow?" The security guard looked around with a bat probe.

Here it is. Simon suddenly exerted his strength, grabbed the security guard's undershirt, and changed hands and punched with lightning speed, flattening the security guard's throat, so that the follow-up sound was only a dull "snap". Good night, friend, Simon flipped in, and before he stepped on his boot, Simon pulled out his dagger and struck the unsuspecting security guard in the left eye a few meters away. Good night to you, too, stupid big guy. Simon grinned at the camera on the corpse. The factory does place many cameras to ensure that the workers' hands and feet are clean, but both Adolfina and Vivien have reminded him that the so-called cameras are nothing more than placebo buttons, except for the few cameras at the entrance of the factory, the rest are shelves, and even the wires are a problem.

"Two kings of hearts, 5 hearts of clubs and 5 of clubs with a 2 of spades!" Feng Shui rotated, and someone showed two pairs, with the sound of a coin pulling. It's a lot of money, so I'll share it. Simon said silently, taking the tungsten steel dagger from the security guard's eye socket, and took out another one from the boot with his left hand, and the two daggers rotated to play finger dance.

Regardless of me? I'll get it myself. Simon pushed the door open. "Lao Tzu said that if someone makes trouble, they will be beaten!" The project manager thanked him, and his round face was beaming, but he was honest, and he was disturbed by someone, even if he was scolded.

"The troublemakers are standing here." Simon's hands were crossed, and the daggers each found their target, and the two players were killed instantly. Simon spread his hands, pulled out a folding chair and sat down, pointed to the table, and said, "Sit down." ”

"Whoever sends you to kill me, I will pay double the price for my life, and pay three times the price to hire you to kill the person who wants my life." After a short panic, Manager Xie Ding quickly calmed down, as if he was just a different card friend, and negotiated face-to-face.

"Fight a game? Win, I'll spare your life. Simon held a blood-stained king of hearts, and when the manager nodded, Simon shuffled the cards, and Simon put five community cards first, each taking two hole cards from the pile. I'm betting small. Simon said, holding his chin.

"Great." The manager said, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Raise?" Simon yawned, and the manager saw the opportunity, his hand reached behind his waist, and as soon as he touched the hilt of the gun, Simon's claw knife cut open the manager's mouth and pierced his jaw. "Hey, hey, hey! Wait a little while and die, let's look at the hole cards! Simon patted the manager on the back and spread out each other's cards.

"I'm the 4 of Red Star and the J of Spades." Simon used cards as a dart, two fingers and a coercion, flying steadily and accurately. "Oh, you're two kings of hearts, and you've won." Simon picked up the king's card and covered the manager's eyes, not forgetting to find his wallet and look through it. "A $5,000 bearer bond? Want to buy your life for just 5,000 yuan? ”

"Invisible ink, ah, you're thinking so beautifully." Simon wiped the blood off the manager's suit, pulled out his dagger, and said, "Remember, don't cheat when you go to hell to play cards." The tungsten carbide dagger then plunged into the back of the manager's neck.