The last time an AATS clock was overloaded was in the Fort Kent Vault, but the power the watch gave Simon almost instantaneously defeated the Xenomorph in its heyday. A medium-caliber shell is stuffed into the abdominal cavity, how powerful can it break the fangs and teeth of the alien shape?

Compared to the fainting state of a puddle of mud after an overload a few months ago, Simon, although severely injured, his mind trembled, and the black curtain of floaters swept over his eyes. But the last will to keep Simon from falling into a coma, he knows very well that this is not the same as before, neither the Eastern nor the Western dragon will let go of the lamb to be slaughtered.

The body seemed to respond to the call of the center of his mind, and Simon watched as Ryan pricked the first-aid needle into the vein of his arm, and the irritating agent continued to flow into the bloodstream, and in just one hour, Simon received a dose that reached the high-risk range determined by the pre-war military doctor. His eye sockets seemed to drip with red ink, and they were rapidly reddening, and the capillaries were bursting one after another. Miraculously, Simon felt the strength and will he craved to return.

Simon struggled to get to his feet with his rifle in his hands, thunder rolling in his ears. Ryan had just finished treating the remaining Longhu mercenaries one by one, when she glanced at Simon, who was covered in blood, and threw a medical candy from her breast pocket. "Stay awake." Simon swallowed the sugar tablets, and suddenly, the mint smell paralyzed the senses on the tip of his tongue, drowning his sour throat, and even the black curtain that flew in front of him from time to time disappeared, except for the injuries that were gnawed and torn by the living corpse, Simon felt that he could still continue to fight.

"The queen is fleeing towards the meeting point, all who can move, keep up!" The walkie-talkie was filled with roars, explosions, burns. Ryan held up his shield and surrounded the wounded in the center. "You hear me, let's go!" The two of them fell last. The blood of the living corpses is unusually viscous, causing the post-battle level to take on an even deeper purgatory black, comparable to the feathers of a bird of paradise.

"Team B arrives on the 23rd floor, pay attention to the number of living corpses to be driven away." After more than sixty years of power outages, the elevator naturally stopped, and Rand stepped on a staircase that was an inch thick of dust, and along the way, Team B encountered no more than twenty living corpses, which meant that the queen led the main force of living corpses in the lair, and the Longhu mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, but they achieved strategic intentions, compressing the movement range of living corpses, and finally gathered and annihilated.

The three ACD teams successfully gathered, and the new force added a hole in the formation, and the mercenaries were able to continue to open the way with strong firepower. The Living Corpse Queen was wounded, and the group of living corpses lost their unified command, and it was difficult for them to inflict fatal damage on the advancing formation with their bravery alone. "Change the magazine!" Kenan shouted, and the reserve fire quickly followed, bullets grazing his ears. "Don't me! Against the living corpses! Kennan scolded.

"I know." The hoarse voice was like a sharp arrow piercing the heart, Rao is Kenan has been roaming the wasteland for a long time as a Longhu mercenary, and when he heard the demonic whispers of the damned man, he still couldn't help but regret it. "I know who I'm going to be against." Simon holds an M27 that he broke from a dead man's hand. Regardless of the rifle, a bullet from the back of the head can easily destroy a person's brain center, just as a living corpse will leave a large pit when it opens its mouth.

"Transposition!" Kenan shouted, taking advantage of the wallpost to get in the way, and Simon didn't follow stubbornly, his feet were solid, and he was shouldering the backup fire with Ryan. His AK100 was loaded with bullets on his shoulder, and his sniper rifle was the same.

Hydra, blood debt and blood repayment.

The mercenaries used grenades and grenades to drive the living corpses into the meeting point. "I see it, Team A." Rand didn't turn to the walkie-talkie this time, and at the other end of the lair, the mercenaries followed the previous one and quickly built a defensive line. "I'm glad we're meeting again, sir." The captain said.

"Me too." The Rand team maintained a relatively complete combat force, and they launched a final attack without giving in, and the group of living corpses that were still trapped in the beast were killed by the sudden doubling of firepower and fell at the feet of the queen, and the living corpse queen rushed left and right in despair. But that side is a dead end, at this time it was only afternoon, from the 25th floor, a hundred meters in the air, just to save some bullets for the mercenaries.

"Ceasefire! Cease fire! Rand let go of the trigger and waved his hand, the bullet splashed a spark on the hard skin of the living corpse queen, even if it was replaced with armor-piercing bullets, it still couldn't do substantial damage, but it couldn't stand the mercenaries who were densely shooting at slightly vulnerable parts such as eye sockets and hind limbs, the queen "chirp" desolate and sad, the peak of sitting on hundreds of people was yesterday's yellow flower, under the strangulation of the human elite troops, it was just a relatively large beast.

"Bring the rockets." Hearing this, the correspondent of Team B unloaded his backpack, which contained an AT-6 bazooka folded in half, and the communications officer stuck the closed screw ring and handed it to Rand, with a preloaded ammunition in the barrel. Simon's pupils shrank slightly, this is a large-scale Allied standard bazooka before the war, although it is not as versatile and powerful as Gustav's recoilless gun, but its low price and easy to produce quickly have captured the hearts of the generals.

RAND PRESSED THE LAUNCH BUTTON, AND THE SOLID PROPELLANT IN THE TAIL OF THE 84MM ANTI-TANK ARMOR-PIERCING PROJECTILE BURNED TO PRODUCE HIGH-PRESSURE GAS, FLYING OUT OF THE LAUNCHER ON ITS OWN AND EJECTING THE STABILIZER WING. Where can the Living Queen dodge the extremely fast armor-piercing bullets? The warhead touched the body, the hot knife cut the butter, and the high-energy red-hot metal jet directly shattered a huge forearm of the living corpse queen.

"Stupid girl." Rand shouted, "Reload!" The Dragonlake mercenaries hung their guns and watched with interest as the Living Queen was killed, and no human with a normal mind would be cruel to such a scene. The golden era of peace has long since been annihilated in the dust of nuclear explosions, and mankind's dominance over the world has been challenged like never before. If the living corpse wants to ensure the survival of the race, why not humans?

After all, humans are also animals, very advanced, but they cannot escape the category of biology.

The second rocket trailed its tail flame, and the Living Queen was blown into its nursery, crushing many of the still lactating living corpse hatchlings. "Disgusting." Rand handed over the bazooka, he didn't intend to waste the precious armor-piercing bullets, he walked past the living corpse calves that were crying wolf, and the mercenaries behind him took out their sabers, some shot one at a time, and some simply stepped on them. Rotten wolf cubs can be raised, and captive breeds are extremely loyal. But how many years the living corpse has been raised, he still doesn't recognize his relatives, and the meat tastes shafty and astringent, and at most it is processed and used as fertilizer.

"Oh, you're still alive." Rand saw that Simon was covered in black blood, and even his disgusted forehead hair was suppressed, and he instantly felt much more pleasing to the eye, and greeted him warmly. "Come, in a sense, you are the task commissioner, this is your prey, you decide life and death."

"Die." Simon said without hesitation, losing King Kong's arms, the living corpse queen does not seem to be much older than ordinary living corpses, it should be for reproduction considerations, the living corpse queen still has the basic facial features of modern human women, Simon's revolver burst its left eye, and now, the queen looks at Simon pleading with her right eye.

Simon pulled out the tungsten steel dagger, leaned down, and cut off the head of the living corpse queen, the living corpse had no hair, and he could only hold it up and look at the loot he had finally gotten back from his death.

Rand didn't care about the stench of the nest that could stun people, took off his gas mask, lit a cigarette, and said, "This braised egg looks good." Rand finished his cigarette in a few puffs, spat back on his mask, and shouted, "Team! Our little bird is coming. ”

The mercenaries followed the starting route and brought back the wounded, and as soon as they arrived on the rooftop, everyone took off their masks and breathed deeply in the cold breath of September. There's a New Age proverb that says, "When you come out of the Daredevil's lair alive, you know the loveliness of the wasteland." Indeed, Simon wiped the congealed blood stains from his face, and the mask air purifying tablets only reduced the rancid smell to a stinky fart smell, which was slightly better.

"It's all yours." Rand threw a backpack at Simon's feet, filled with the nerves of the living corpses that Adolfina had requested. "Forty or fifty fresh hot eyes, eardrums, tongues, and a delicious meal that made me hungry." Rand crossed his arms and the roar of the helicopter's rotors was close to his ears, Simon took the tightrope, buckled it to his belt, and sat back in the helicopter seat. The cabin was vacant with several seats. Rand glanced at the M27 in Simon's hand, took off his helmet, wiped his face, his forehead hair was also soft and sticky to his forehead, and the blood was like the best mousse, fixed the hairstyle.

"This is Alessio's rifle, and when it comes to you, it is transferred to the third hand, four thousand dollars." Rand raised four fingers. This is a cost-effective deal, the existing Marine Corps M27 is all refurbished from the Vault version, cut and forged from engineering plastic steel, and the barrel is replaced frequently, and the bolt is repaired, and the old gun is not a big problem. The 100-year-old HK416 sold in the steel city market before the war still costs 5,000 yuan a handful, German quality, solid as a rock, 100-year-old veteran, fighting on the battlefield. Simon "ding" off the Zhibao lighter and put his hands together to light a cigarette. I'm alive and well. He thought.

"Then I can only transfer money to you electronically after I return to the city, and go through your public account or personal account." Clearing the TA68 Living Corpse Building is an out-and-out A-class mission, with a reward of up to 20,000 yuan, and Adolfina obviously doesn't care about this money, she uses Simon's documents. 10,000 yuan meets the minimum standard for opening a resident account at the Iron and Steel Bank.

"Personal account." Rand was slightly surprised to admire the lighter with its intricate engraving. "Pre-war windproof chrome lighters? , the auction house is 2,000 yuan a piece, and I am very willing to spend the capital. ”

Simon put away Zhibao and put it in the hidden pocket of his coat, and habitually touched the slightly sunken surface of the lighter with his thumb. Help, baby. Simon remembered that at Fort Kent Airport before the nuclear explosion, the rebels had impartially shot Zhibao in his chest pocket. "Alloy steel, when I was eighteen years old, my father gave me a gift, isn't this gun the property of Longhu?" Simon said meaningfully, puffing out the smoke.

"I don't belong." Rand was surprisingly unsarcastic, the cigarette he smoked did not fit the identity of the commander of the independent unit of the Longhu Division, the residents of Steel City generally smoked "Blue Water" brand cigarettes, and his voice was spicy, Rand gulped down his cigarette, and as soon as the helicopter arrived at PA801, he smoked half a box. "It's the gun that Alessio bought a month ago, a personal gun."

Rand stared at Simon seriously and said, "Personal account, my soldier, Alessio's account." ”