"If you don't eat meat again, it'll be cold."

"It's not delicious when it's cold."

Peter bit the skewer with one hand, and handed over half a hare dripping with fragrant grease with the other, all the sorrow and resentment were instantly vanished by the aroma, what is the future consideration? If there are guns, meat, and wine in the current dynasty, the future is bright.

Why worry?

Simon opened his mouth and tore the rabbit leg meat fiercely, tough and chewy, and I don't know what strange sauce Peter spilled, the heat drilled straight into his throat, choking Simon was a little overwhelmed, Jonathan looked at Simon suddenly embarrassed, and said with a smile: "I reminded you, the rabbit skewers made by my son are very strong!" ”

Simon buried himself in hard work, gave a thumbs up, raised his head, his lips were slightly blood-colored flesh, and his face unintentionally bloomed with a very happy expression, and said: "I have an immature idea, why don't you go to the Great Lakes region, you and I are responsible for hunting, your son is responsible for cooking, and then hire a beautiful woman to fill the façade, I think we will get rich." ”

The bear fighting man pulled the bear paw bigger than the human face, and was in a hurry to concoct it to dry, not very interested in Simon's proposal, and made up a few straw ropes to tie the bear monster's internal organs, and said something in his mouth: "Heart? Fifty coins, bear bile, well, forty coins, and the rest of the blood compression compression can be more than a dozen coins. ”

Seeing that his father was unwilling to answer the stranger's question, Peter lifted the last rabbit leg from the campfire, hesitated, chose to hand it to Simon, and whispered, "Eat." ”

Simon didn't ask any further.

Just eating meat is a boring thing, Jonathan pulled out a small glass bottle like a trick, the amber wine shook like a lover, uncorked the bottle, it was full of pungent alcohol taste, Jonathan took a sip intoxicatedly, and said comfortably: "Today Joe has good luck, harvested the bear demon, eats and wears warm water to drink, and more importantly, meets a sniper with extraordinary skills, in the wasteland, people who have hunted together can be called friends!" Hunted the Black Mountain Bear Demon, you must call it an old friend! ”

Jonathan had a painful expression, his hand was not slow, he turned out two empty cans, half of me, half of you, emptied the wine bottle, and raised the wine glass at the same time, the inferior spirits exuded the domineering spirit of the old era of iced Sands Ace Vodka, knocked the rim of the glass, Simon said: "To the world!" ”

The father and son looked at each other, Jonathan ignored this, and the canned food box was as steady as a rock, shouting: "Respect for survival!" ”

Drink it all.

Full of wine and meat, the men talked to each other, and the after-effects of alcohol went up, and the big man first started the big tongue of Haitian and Haitian, which was nothing more than the glorious deeds of the past, such as a person carrying a rotating machine gun, and bursting the bandit camp inside and out, and how to trick and trick how many girls into bed, given that Peter drooped his eyelids, it is estimated that he can hear too much about his father's great deeds.

"Where's your wife?" Simon asked.

"Dead." The fur of the bear monster has been stripped of the upper body, and the bear monster who has taken off its leather coat looks much thinner, like a half-fur imperial noblewoman? With a knife flower, Jonathan slaughtered the monster muscles, threw a piece of heart meat in two clicks, and went to the grill. Spit out two words casually.

Feeling embarrassed, Simon picked at the back of his head and explained, "Uh, sorry. ”

Jonathan glanced at him strangely, his eyes looked like he was looking at an antique from hundreds of years ago, although this was the case, and said, "Fanny is a good woman, with a big ass, tall and able to fight, and Joe is going to fight, so while Joe is not at home, the bandits take Fanny away, and when Joe kills all the bandits, Fanny is also dead." ”

Jonathan recounted it calmly, as if it were an anecdote that had nothing to do with him, not his wife, the mother of his son.

Simon noticed that Peter was sleeping soundly by the fire wrapped in a trench coat, of course he didn't want to hear the cause of death, but this hairy man rarely met a stranger who did not harm him, and with the strength of the wine, he vomited all his brain.

"The bandit leader stripped Fanny naked and hung her on the beams of the house, cut Fanny's flesh with a blunt knife, and then stuffed nuclear waste into it, and when Joe entered the bandits' den, Fanny looked like a pregnant cow, so Joe burned all the bandits' heads to Fanny......"

Simon held Jonathan's shoulders and signaled him not to say it, there have been countless disgusting things on the battlefield that have been compared to picking up people's explosives and doing tricks, commonplace does not mean that Simon is willing to listen, patted the ashes and stood up, holding the sniper rifle, and said with drooping eyelids: "Okay, at dawn, let's go north together, and if you have something to worry about, I will tell your wife in my dream, I will be on the first shift, and you will be on the second shift." ”

The snoring sounded like a snort.

Simon poured out the ointment and rubbed it into the shoulder socket, and exhaled comfortably, the army supplies are not bad, after so many years, it is still maintaining the effect of the medicine, and the blood is immediately removed, and there is no restraint, Simon climbs the treetops, and the night vision goggles are condescending, based on the sniper instinct, Simon does not like to climb trees to seek sniper points, once found by the enemy observer, it is easy to fall into a dilemma, but now it is impossible for anyone to shoot a cold gun a thousand meters away, and it is not windproof to nest in the leaves.

The AATS glowed faintly, and the instructions were hidden in his inner pocket, and Simon took them out and read them again with a microscope. As early as Fort Kent, the T-55 mech was tested many times, and it can be called a mastery. It's not that the hour hand is not ignorant of strengthening the comprehensive combat power, but what makes Simon wonder is how to unlock the remaining eleventh order? Fit and fit?

Now the physique has not reached the peak of Simon's service, but it is not far behind, it is not a problem to fight Simon with empty hands to knock down three or four, and with this standard, he has to solve the first order? Out of the corner of his eye, Jonathan, who occupies most of the cliff, Simon has no interest in suffering from radiation sickness to increase his strength, he has worked hard to live longer, not shorter. There is no such thing as a bloody boss in the Sniper's Creed, and only by surviving can you get revenge.

Simon crumpled the instructions into a ball and threw it into the campfire, the flames jumped and stabilized, the smell of the bear monster spread far away, and there would be no unsightly predators in the middle of the night, and a few quarters of an hour before the second outpost, Simon planned his future after leaving the army. After thinking about it, Simon finally found that for five years, the army had only taught him how to kill people efficiently and operate and repair the tools of war.

If you are a mercenary, does that count as leaving the army? Simon thought as he rubbed his hands.

Army?! Simon's blue eyes reveal murderous intent, he now lacks trust in the army, General Hughes froze him for half a century for no reason, it is true that Simon escaped the most brutal nuclear radiation pre-stage of the wasteland, but it does not mean that Simon should thank General Hughes who deprived him of his basic freedom.

The general owed the sergeant an explanation.

The Appalachian Mountains, which were naturally disliked by the Wasteland at the time of the Wasteland, were given a new name, Montenegro. Simon and Jonathan, father and son, quickly crossed the hilly terrain, and according to the map, they were about 1,100 kilometers away from their final destination, the steel city of the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, which was only half a day's drive at high speed in the old days. But now transportation vehicles represent privilege and power, and ordinary people can't get gasoline when they get it, in other words, they have to walk on their legs.

Luckily, they are resilient people.

……

Montenegro is equivalent to the "danger" of the Wasteland people in the dictionary of the Red Fruit, and it is a difficult journey to cross Montenegro, which is east of the coast and west of the continent. With an altitude of less than 2,000 meters, Montenegro has become the main moat separating the east and west.

Montenegro is not a harsh extinct mountain range, and the radioactive organisms that grow in Montenegro provide an important source of meat for the settlements that have been built around Montenegro, provided that enough manpower is invested.

However, wasteland caravans across Montenegro often choose Blackwater as a stopover. Blackwater is not attached to an interstate or rail line. Although the transportation system has not been maintained for decades, thanks to the solid construction techniques of the old era, they are still the main reference for caravan movements. But the town of Blackwater has been gifted by Montenegro: a hidden source of underground water. Water, for the wasteland, is undoubtedly the most important necessity for survival.

Without the ozone layer filtered out, ultraviolet rays hit the ground wantonly, every day, the ground becomes extremely hot, the sun sets in the west, the night is more difficult than the day, the heat will not kill quickly, but the cold will, the sun rises in the east, there will be a few more frozen corpses on the streets of Blackwater, after the sun rises, the corpses will be disposed of, but Blackwater guard duties do not include this.

"What! Two hundred and fifty coins! Are you playing tough Joe like an idiot! Jonathan roared, his arms thicker than ordinary thighs bursting out of the condensed muscles of the mountains, and the steel bars thick with his thumb tended to twist under the force of the huge palm.

Simon leaned idly against the concrete wall, the python coating shining brightly, the revolver "clicking" and spinning the nest, just enough for the shop guards to hear clearly, Peter sat on the luggage package, the thin boy read with relish a plastic magazine with worn-out corners, it was the "Airborne Troops" issued by the Allied forces in the old days, Simon spent twenty coins and three Magnum bullets to buy from a caravan leader, everything with the label of the old times is inseparable from the word "expensive". Even though Peter was fascinated by it, he still held the P1911.

The bald boss was quite jealous in his eyes, and the bald head leaned against the container, hiding his withered and small right arm, and the left arm quickly calculated the value of the giant man's goods with a sand table. No matter how strong a mule is, it can't match the bullet shot in the back of the head, and the key is the mercenary behind the giant man.

That's a sniper!

What does it mean to be a sniper, the bald man knows it, but the power that can be willing to invest in blood training a sniper is definitely not something he can provoke, maybe even Blackwater Town is not worth a few glances at the forces behind the sniper, have you seen that excellent folding sniper rifle! With this alone, there is no way to provoke the three people in front of you!

"Three hundred! Old Jack wants all the parts of this bear demon! Through the steel mesh, the bald man roared back not to be outdone.

"Three hundred and twenty! It took Joe's friend an armor-piercing bullet to kill the bear demon, look at the animal's shiny fur! Three hundred and twenty! Not even one less! Dare to deceive Joe, Joe will stick this rebar all the way out of your ass/hole all the way down your throat! Jonathan broke a piece of steel bar, and compared his voice, it was obvious that he was bald and lost.

"Deal!" The bald man was deflated.