In a moment of critical terrain, they were attacked by sentry machine guns, rockets, and grenadiers, and even the well-trained regular army was inevitably in chaos. Not to mention the fact that there is also a real disruptive factor of discipline that is always active.

Simon's brazen and undisguised attack was as powerful as Barrett's anti-materiel rifle. One shot, but in the middle of it, the skull cracked like a watermelon, that is, the whole person was split into a primitive blood mist state.

The cold gun that the would-be shooter feared the most was not worth mentioning with Simon, whether it was the purple poncho or the color of the Combine army in the direction of the death declaration, it was all fruitless. Bullets seemed to be trapped in front of Simon by an invisible diaphragm, and a rain of bullets poured on the heads of the soldiers who were about to attack the next round of attacks.

They wore cloaks, purple ponchos.

Simon snorted at the corners of his mouth, and compared a two-finger forehead to a place in the distance, and then he folded 110a4 back in the center, stepped on his feet, and stomped on his feet, and a 240 was turning his hand in his hand. He exhaled a breath of turbidity, took out the rope rope that had been hidden in advance, and then chiseled and buckled, smashed the decadent corridor wall with a fist, and jumped!

The swift wind instantly lowered Simon's forehead and beard, and Simon wasn't even interested in adjusting the speed limiter a little, just looking at a black dot, following the silver line, straight down to the sky, pointing to the sparkling water, assault! This time it's his turn to the ground, assault!

The bullet chain flew, the bullet casing untenon flew away, and the bullets in front of the previous stagnant shooting nest had not all fallen, and a new round of scorching iron rain was shockingly killed!

The extremely fast firing speed of "簌簌~" is impossible to distinguish a single discharge, and the machine gun that is purely for suppressing and harvesting is simply a steel wall cast from top to bottom to kill. Rao is purple poncho didn't expect Simon to be so bold, really so fierce and not afraid of death, or stupid to go straight to the knife!

In war, whoever is more imaginative will lower the scales.

"Up, up!" Psychic communication is sometimes slower than verbal after all, McCandless swung a snowstorm for a short time, and the first reaction of several purple ponchos was not to dodge, not to flash towards the entrance that was close at hand, but to return madness with madness, they stood on the ground, this is the greatest confidence.

Long and short shells, jingle side by side.

The speed limiter wheels rubbed a string of sparks, Simon held the gun in both hands, how could he have half the spirit to deduct it? It was as if the ancient Muto had aimed at his prey and dived through the thunderous clouds, and he was sure to hit with one blow!

The first purple poncho convulsed and fell like an electric shock, either because of the coercion of purple blood, or by a pure brass bullet that pierced the skull, penetrated into the center, and wore away all the will in a second. It was gurgling and flowing, but it was still blood. They were still not one of the sons of God that Hydra advertised. It is impossible to proudly compare the middle finger to the Grim Reaper.

No one can.

McCandless roared and shot at the black dot, his eyes cracking! He watched with his own eyes countless shuttle bullets clearly hit Simon's helmet, countless shuttles! Why! Why can't you stop him!

"Khooth!" The speed limit valve palpitates like a certain heartbeat, the time follows a certain time, and the heartbeat follows a leak. "Boom!" The cable broke and was off the ground, but it was only one person high.

It was really like a demon eagle predatoring, carrying a huge force down, Simon stepped on it so violently, stepping on a purple poncho head. Hydra abilities activate instantly! Psionic Ingestions!

Not to the top, but to the bottom.

"Poof!" The triple pressure is layered and added, and this purple poncho is alive and both knees are soft and folded, and it snaps to the knees! Simon Young's hand was flung by a tungsten steel dagger. It is worthy of Hydra's enforcement force, and he can't hide from time to time, and he quickly raises the butt of his rifle to call. McCandles's reaction will only be faster and more ruthless! Regardless of whether the subordinates live or die, they will directly hold the short burst to reach the rapid fire!

I don't have this chance.

McCandles's body froze suddenly, and then stiffened a piece of rotten wood, and watched Simon in a second, the eagle claw folding knife popped out of his sleeve, and his feet flew and slashed, and a great head was immediately twisted and twisted. Then he snatched the rifle from McCandles, and swept away the rest of the poor soldiers who were still on the river.

"It's a pity." Simon turned around, patted the left side of the face of the frozen Captain Purple Poncho, pulled out the magazine on his body with great familiarity, and finally gave a thumbs up behind his shoulder.

"Well done, Peter!"

"Willing to help." Peter resets the bolt, and this 24 was selected by Simont for Peter in the Hydra armory. Nothing else, the leather is durable and powerful. The most important thing is that unlike many postmodern advanced rifles, it can be tuned to fit with optical camouflage.

The trench coat kid who inherited Simon's sniping skills had his tattered white trench coat covered with patches, but the optical camouflage he was wearing at the moment was comparable to the most expensive trench coat in the world. Once the personnel are stationary, the absolute spectral simulation makes it impossible for the few active detection mirrors to detect the optical camouflage stealth.

The shadow lynx is not a false name.

Compared with Peter's calm sniping, Jonathan is the other extreme, this muscular and squirming Titan giant stands wildly on the side of the rooftop, holding two machine guns and still standing still, this killing god is set on the way forward, even if the Styx boatman Charon is personally at the helm, it is useless! This is not a question of copper coins, even if you pay a tarrant gold, can you bribe the king of Hades himself?

Yes, no one points the middle finger at the Grim Reaper, that's because there is no Grim Reaper in the first place!

Mechs are wandering, and the armor is sonorous. From time to time, the silver rose and fell, and Simon's armored infantry formed in threes and threes, hunting and killing soldiers who dared to climb the tower. Even the crow drones soaring in mid-air began to fall one by one like birds with electromagnetic guns.

"Go tell your executive, this little person, you want me to admit defeat, it's not enough." Simon helped McCandless to sit down as if he were taking care of a wounded brother, and the dusty steps were very open-mouthed, and he sat down, naturally snorting.

McCandles had no room to resist, and a shot in the back hit him directly in the back, even if he was protected by heavy body armor, this shot was enough to render everyone incapacitated. Oh, the Hydra Nine Heads and some of the Mighty Men can ignore it, but he's not, he's just a purple poncho, and he's not even Hydra in the strict sense of the word.

But he sits, and another Hydra, far above him, stands.

"The longer I fight here, the more Hydra loses face, and you think Melissa will really give you full membership?" The famous purple eyes stared at him, and a great pain struck him, but McCandless was unfazed.

Simon threw away the first aid injection, clapped his hands, and said indifferently: "Without me, without purple blood like me, Hydra, penniless." ”