Bang! "Python revolver with a large-caliber Magnum!

The majestic kinetic energy suddenly pushed the ghoul Polkin back a few times, but that was all. Simon's face suddenly became extremely ugly, which means that if he fights in close combat, this powerful revolver will not be enough to buy Simon a second or two!

It is important to know that the Colt python was discontinued more than 100 years ago, and the original factory only accepted private orders, and only high-ranking officers like Simon's former superior, Major Lippmann, had the intention and money to purchase a revolver whose performance was not so superior to that of a standard pistol. But the Magnum in the python is Magnum! If you shoot down, how can you not blossom all over your body!

"Tender chicken, the taste is bad." The ghoul smiled lowly, laughed like crying, and the bullet point was just a small hole, and it didn't even get through, and in Simon's horrified gaze, Polkin actually pulled out the completely flowering and deformed bullet directly from the metallic chest, and threw it at Simon's feet.

"Marko, it seems that the boss you are looking for is too tender." The ghoul stared straight at Marco and said, his momentum overwhelming. The aura of waste that silenced the purple blood was rising higher and higher, almost overshadowing the sense of intimidation given to him by the ghoul in front of him, Simon quietly took a few steps back, ready to ...... Run.

"It's not like your head is all rusty." Marco glared back, the stench of the landfill so smoky that anyone in the slightest normal would have choked on it, and puddles of black oily liquid lay across it, and just looking at it was so dark that it was shiny, and it was clear that a match would go down to the sky.

One person and one ghost forced each other to look at each other, plus an embarrassed Hydra beside him, and finally, at first, Marco couldn't hold back, grinned, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha...... Polkin...... If nothing else, you have a bit of a sense of humor. ”

The ghouls also have a broken face, and no matter how much you listen to the ghouls' laughter, it is no different from the vulture's "", and the friendship between a man and a ghost always meets again in such a special way. The two of them shook hands tightly and patted their shoulders, with "Peng Peng" on one side and "Bang Bang" on the other.

"Come, officially introduce my little boss." Marco's usually greasy and frolicking old face finally made people look serious, and pulled Simon around the lean ghoul, and saw that the two were holding each other's palms as if wrestling, and said a little hesitantly: "This is Simon Hayes, the little boss has money and guns." ”

Holding a claw with a ghoul is really a bit beyond ordinary people's thoughts, Simon was still a little wary at first, the two of them held their palms, and the touch was extremely cold and stiff like alloy steel, as soon as they were touched, Simon's face immediately turned red, and the blood of Hydra penetrated into the palm of his hand without seeing the ghouls move half a minute, barely holding on and not falling into the disadvantage, Simon looked at the small bullet hole in Porkin's chest, and understood why the ghouls could be ranked among the top missions in Steel City.

"Polkin! The Western Desert has a life-saving ability to engage in the Doomsday Fortress Competition! I still owe Lao Tzu half a dollar! Marco slapped the ghoul on the arm, and took advantage of the situation to break the wrist of the doomed loser.

The ghoul muttered, but a slap almost didn't slap Marco on the ground, and said, "That half a coin is not enough for a spoonful of water, and I have been thinking about it for twenty years?" ”

"You were a human at that moment, and you are a ghost at this time, you can't compare it." Marco said a few words, panting with a "whirl", obviously not daring to breathe through his nose, and said: "Half and not half are in the past, let's still focus on the present?" ”

Polkin led the two of them to a clearing in the middle of the garbage mountain, picked up a few broken chairs and sat down, opened a dusty foam box, threw two bottles of cold beer, and crossed his legs: "Stay in the landfill long enough, and the world will come to you." The ghoul took out a cigarette and said with a fire, "It doesn't make much sense to move places." ”

"Then why wait for the world to come, if the bullet can't penetrate, the bullet should be killed

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Target. A cluster of blue flames rose, Simon closed his second arabesque-plated groom, and Polkin casually threw away the defective plastic lighter, which was supposed to be out of oil, and took a puff, the smoke leaking directly from his cheeks.

"If there are enough bullets, there will always be a penetration."

Marco played a round and said: "One yard is the same thing, Porkin, the little boss has a big business to do this time, but the door is not good, I, the work under my hands is always a bit of a performance wilderness, otherwise the little boss will take my iron frame and I will be annoyed, this deal is done, think about it, compared with this town and the steel city, the world is also fast and slow, isn't it?" ”

Simon lifted the bottle and poured it, compared to the countless "Black Star" brand tobacco and wine in Steel City, this kind of beer that seems to be a craft beer and seems to be mixed is bitter and tight, and the interesting thing is that it is bitter to the end, and finally a trace of sweetness is born at the root of the tongue, just like eating an okra that has not been blanched, it is bitter and astringent, but if you insist on eating it to the end, it will taste after all.

"So, Polkin, you've always had a way, and you know weird people and demons in the city like us who are despised by the old men, hang a piece of meat and go out, lure the wolf over, and beat the meat pickpocket, and then we'll split it in half." At this time, there is nothing to beat around the bush, Marco lowered his throat, poured a bottle, reached out to the foam box, and said mysteriously: "The little boss is not too awesome people, that is, he has a little friendship with several other cities who can drive." ”

"If you drink it again, you owe me half a dollar." Polkin calmly shook Marco's arm, and the blood-brown skeletal face did not lose a trace of expression, picked up the empty beer bottle by the chair, threw it behind the garbage mountain, and shouted: "Otto! Sit down! ”

Simon scratched the itch in his lower waist and felt itchy, so he kept scratching. The ghoul said, "The one who drove the car? What kind of pie are you in Hydrari? ”

Marco coughed, touched a bottle of beer with a hippie smile, and replied, "This bottle counts as ten dollars!" Ten pieces! ”

"I'm Adolfina Morfin's de facto mate (mate, I'm a pureblood." Simon said calmly, and Marco stood up in shock and hurriedly explained, "Porkin! It's true that the little boss is a hydra, but he can't be counted as many generations! It's right that the little boss mixes well, and it's only been a few months, where do you know what pure-blood tendencies are engaged in the pure world and so on...... Wave ......"

"Hum ......" Polkin looked down and laughed, and there was a rumbling bang behind the garbage mountain.

"A pure-blood Hydra actually came to talk to a ghoul about business...... I guess in the end it was the ...... to take the head and give it to Vlad Kasden."

"I guess I should let Otto come out and slaughter the two of you in a nest and hand them over to the Hydras in the city who are busy fighting the civil war, and then I take Otto to the garbage dump in the city to be happy." The ghoul whistled, and the movement quieted, but the aura of danger was so thick that Simon felt as if he was under the prying eyes of countless demon eagles and lake demons.

"For the sake of me owing Marco a spoonful of water, you're giving me a reason not to sell me to the United Pie Hydra in the city."

"Even if you can hand me over to the Unionists, you won't be able to get out of Mill City, there are too many outlaws who want to curry favor with the Iron Army and the Thirteen Councils." Simon cocks up his five fingers and retracts his thumb.

"I've got a way to hand it over, and I'm not going to get a lot of mine." The ghoul judged, "Not true. ”

"Hydra's civil war doesn't allow anyone to beak enough to throw a purple-blooded into Mill, and once I'm dead, you'll be hunted down by at least two Hydra Nineheads, maybe the Regent, maybe the proud Unionists." The second finger is pressed down.

The ghoul pondered for a moment, and said calmly: "I'm tired of living a crooked life, find something for me and Otto to do, if you eat the famous shapeshifter,

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It's not a loss to die. ”

"Not true."

"Do you want to be human again?" Simon directly pressed down three fingers, and sure enough, the ghoul trembled, but it was still hoarse and gloomy: "Purple blood can evolve ordinary people into quasi-Hydra, and it is true to get a small increase, but it is not the blood of Christ, I am already a dead person." ”

Hearing this, Simon bowed his head slightly, pulled out the tungsten steel dagger and rolled up his sleeves, there were already a number of faint pink scars, he drew another one, dark purple viscous blood flowed out one by one, like jade, within a few minutes, this mouth actually walked through blood clotting, scabbing, and gradually shedding scabs, and then gently blowing, turning into a piece of gray dust and drifting away, and then looking at the arm, except for a pale scar that is almost invisible, there is nothing.

"It didn't take long for me to become officially Hydra, but once I've been targeted a lot, it's easy to guess why." Born to be a human being, to die to be a human being, this is human nature, not to mention being a human being, Simon took out a test tube from his bosom and said: "This is an anti-rejection potion, my subordinates have now achieved the quasi-Hydra ability level, and in Hydrari, they are qualified to wear purple ponchos, so whether it is a pure-blood faction or a coalition faction is better than living for me." ”

"And purple blood can't reverse you back to a human, but I guess, Your Majesty's blood, or just my blood with a little modulation, can always give you five senses, if my guess is correct, you can't get out of this landfill at all, you don't want to be a scavenger for the rest of your life."

Polkin's skeletal eyes stared at Marko, but this time the voice was no longer coming from the ghoul body, but from behind the garbage mountain: "Marko! You're a bitch! ”

Marco shrugged, it was too easy for the old fritter in the back street who knew this ghoul to act, but the sweat in his head also showed that the play had already been scripted.

"Wage earners always have to find a way to get more wages."

Simon smiled brightly and said: "I'm not here to lead the war, I'm just like you, abandoned, abandoned, used, I want to take my woman back to her rightful place and live well in this bullshit world, and you, you want to become a human again, get rid of the fate of being slaughtered and sold for money one day." We just need to work together. ”

"Why can I trust you? Hydra is a master of deception! The ghoul said angrily.

Finally, the hole card was revealed, it was a substitution, Simon was secretly glad that this fritter was loyal to him, Simon said solemnly: "I have no allies, I need allies, I don't care if the ghouls or the living corpses, I have no interest in worrying about cleaning the world, and your only hope of turning back into a human can only be with me, because no faction in Hydra will ever give up the purple blood because of you, and even ask Your Majesty to condescend." ”

"Vlad hasn't been there for a long time! Otherwise, Hydra can have a civil war! The scavenger hidden behind the mountain of garbage roared.

"Yes! But sooner or later, one day, Your Majesty will either come back, or I will kill all the United factions, and I will become an emperor! Simon snarled similarly.

"You don't have a choice! I! There is no choice either! ”

The sense of crisis that lingered in his heart finally dissipated, Polkin took out a cold beer again, and every sip of it leaked out of his jaw, and the ghoul said for a long time: "Forget it, no matter how bad it is, I can't die again, anyway, radiation has turned me into an invulnerable living dead who doesn't know the pain, follow you, maybe there is a chance to eat fresh meat, just say, what do you want me to do." ”

Simon nodded, flipped his wrist, a black leather strap dangling, the hour, second, and minute hands moving slowly, and he said, "It's very simple, let this watch be seen by those who should see it." ”

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