Simon had imagined many times what a real shelter would look like.

Is it a barracks that is forbidden by order? All 9 to 9 according to the harsh Spartan life? Or is it as if you were in a different world? Or is it already in ruins, like falling into the rift of Aquila, and reveling in dreams over and over again?

In the more than one hundred and twenty moonless and starless eternal nights that were cool to the marrow, it was these pitiful fantasies that accompanied Simon to sleep.

The lifting platform slowly fell, and even the Scarlet Guards, who had been through a hundred battles, couldn't help but raise their submachine guns. "Please wait...... Please wait...... "The unisex mechanical female voice is like chewing raw rice, Simon stares at the indicator light with one eye, wondering whether to expect it to stay the same forever or suddenly turn green?

"Welcome." A soft light reflected on the blood-stained tip of his boot, Simon immediately strode out, the muzzle of the gun flicked, but he did not find the target at all, he seemed to take a deep breath with a slight regret, very sweet and very fragrant, for a long-time struggle in the wasteland before the war, it was really too enthusiastic, so Simon coughed violently.

"It's okay." Seeing Simon like this, the Crimson Guards were quite vigilant, until Simon took off his gas mask first, exhaled again, and exclaimed, "You can't feel it." ”

"It's the taste of the old world."

Yes, it's an old world, an old town of yesteryear.

A group of disastrous warriors stepped on the asphalt road, the wind from nowhere swept over the fallen leaves, and then spread over the red tile brick buildings, they even felt the scorching scorching sensation of the sunset at this moment, yes, hundreds of meters underground, it was sunset, several Ford cars waited in front of the traffic light, but it seemed that the green light would never appear again.

Simon tried to touch the pine tree on the side of the road, and in his sigh, sure enough, the palm of his hand pierced through the projection, and he grasped the holographic ball hidden behind the cracked bark, perhaps he pressed a switch. The beautiful phantom of "Pedal and Pedal ......" came to an end, and in a matter of seconds, the flickering spheres were embedded in a light green tone. However, as early as the moment he stepped in, Simon knew that this was definitely a trick, and he didn't smell the astringency that the green plants should have.

After all, building a Garden of Eden is too hard.

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The Crimson Guards naturally came on a mission, and they were not interested in enjoying the glacial snow scene that would restart again soon after, and Simon's eyesight enhancement was turned on to the maximum, and he couldn't find out how high this dungeon was, and the star illusion that should be the weather simulation system was always blowing cold air. Even the sound of stepping on the steel plate has been successfully transformed into the delicate white snow.

They traveled through a world.

In an instant, all the Hydra faces, the extremely strong and complicated taste was like pheromones rushing to the nose, a few had to stop temporarily, the most serious even vomited, Simon tried to control his hands, gently, gently probed under his feet, the dirt tilted from the palm of the Milky Way, covering up the pickled smell of the boot upper, Simon completely carelessly threw his hands full of solid black soil from the pre-war on his face, this is true, really, it is the soil where he and his ancestors have lived for a hundred years.

As far as the eye could see, he saw the waves of wheat that were turning golden, a red sun hanging high, nurturing the life in his arms that had evolved from inorganic matter to the elements of life on this silent planet after thousands of years, whether moving or static. What Hydra couldn't bear for a while was actually a flower hydroponic garden surrounded by several wooden fences, and the ingenious biotechnology made these flowers with different requirements in the same square blend into a dazzling miracle.

He was wrong, people did build a Garden of Eden, just like digging a piece out of heaven, and the heart of the heart was thinking of heaven, but after all, the world could not be separated.

"Somebody's where." Hydra pointed out, but he didn't take it any further, because they knew it very well. "Robots, it seems, are taking care of the plantations." Draenor added that the captain of the Crimson Guards seemed to be surprised, perhaps he knew what was here, but it was always difficult to completely imagine a scene that was rarely seen in reality.

"Let's keep walking and find our purpose." Simon had just broken off an ear of wheat and twisted it to taste the far ripe grains of wheat when Draenor broke it with one hand and said meaningfully, "Soon it will be your turn, Purple Blood." He tore off a few white roses to wipe the stains off the red armor, and flicked the hydra on the armor with his fingers.

The pioneers crossed the Wild West, naturally entering the civilized world, and before the next projection, the timed agricultural spray poured them to the fullest, and "Woodbury ......" Simon recited the sign, still the silent town at the end

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When revealed, the solidity that is within reach is under the multiple illusions before, but it makes people feel that this may be another trick of the builder? However, the smell of the years of abrasion could not be concocted, and it seemed that this was the real habitat of the Vault residents.

But why is there still no one?

Simon suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he stole the so-called genetic potion with the Thousand Faces: "The underground shelter will not be opened voluntarily for two hundred years. "In two hundred years? Simon first thought that he had only been frozen for sixty years, and that he was only one person after he woke up, and that it was difficult to find himself, and that he might be able to get some other confirmation from Mandsville, Simon temporarily put aside the doubts of the Crimson Guards changing lanes halfway, and instead tried: "The inhabitants here should still be dormant, maybe in a medical facility somewhere?" ”

"Well, you can't get the Garden of Eden Creator without the authorization of the overseer." Draenor affirmed, and he summoned the other half of the team, shared the floor plan carried in the passcard, demarcated the other half of the area between the power plants, and ordered: "Search this area, take all the advanced technology that can be carried, and destroy those who can't take it." ”

"After finding the shaped reactor, if you can't set the self-destruction time beyond your authority, you can take out the shaped core and detonate it manually." Simon's brow furrowed at the hearing, he knew he couldn't put his beak in it. "Hydra's property must not be left to anyone else."

"For the rest, we'll go to the hospital."

The biggest feature of the pre-war town was that the two streets crossed each other, and it was defined as a private shelter, and the internal volume certainly could not support many people, and it could not be compared with Harrisburg, which had been blasted open with a stock of hydrogen bombs to accommodate tens of thousands of people. Walking around the corner, you will see a church-style hospital with "Tzu Chi" printed on it. The Scarlet Guards violently broke open the closed courtyard door, and it was purely post-technologically modern, and fluorescent lamps lit up. They followed the porch as if a signpost for outsiders, and several intruders stood outside the door of the "Cryo-dormant Center".

Looking through the white and blue polymer portholes, the cascading freezer pods were close at hand, and Simon was a little out of breath as he looked at the sleeper closest to him, the little girl in the restraint suit clasped her hands on her chest, as serene as a lamb.

"It's your turn, Purple Blood." Draenor glanced at him, and Hydra, who was standing behind Simon, immediately dropped the butt of his rifle and smashed him into the back of the head.

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