It was destined to be a sleepless night.

I don't know who dropped the wine bottle, said cruel words, and punched the first punch, in short, the sudden comprehensive inspection of the security team made the streets of Mill City big, and the soldiers in three or three groups carried riot sticks through the streets and alleys, but whenever they saw the slightest resistance, they were beaten violently, dragged to the main street like a dead dog, and threw it, anyway, there have been a lot of empty places in the prison recently, and it is enough for these happy and free people who have been free for a long time to eat a whip.

"Run! Tell you to run again! William, hidden under the cloak, watched coldly, and the heavily armed soldiers walked away with guns on their backs, but except for a loud explosion into the sky, they smashed people with the butts of their guns. The shock seemed to be creeping in, and soon security forces were dispatching trucks to pick up people.

William looked deeply at the towers in the center of the city that rose high into the gloomy sky, which was also the highest vantage point in the city of Mill, standing in the inner city of the city council, and every outsider who walked into the so-called "Eternal Summer of Freedom" was either given goosebumps by the omnipresent ghouls, or raised his eyes to the tower.

It's a pity that there are no shadows at night, because in the face of darkness, shadows are nothing.

A touch of purple swept by, William frowned slightly, covered his ribs slightly, raised his hand again and there were some blood stains, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, sure enough, he was most familiar with himself or the enemy. When Midalen got out and left, she didn't forget to hand over a trace of dark power, and the high-frequency trembling that condensed her half-body skills instantly destroyed the wounds of the wine shop melee, as if sprinkling sea salt.

But William didn't have time to catch his breath anymore, he disappeared in the alley, the noisy pushing and shoving gradually departed, and several other cloaked men who were just as embarrassed as him gathered on the side, needless to say, all pure-blood Hydra who had managed to escape from the attack of the Combine who had been walking outside tonight.

A dimming streetlamp illuminated the entrance to a low-rise apartment building, and William stopped, holding his struggling companion, and called, "Bring me the heart booster." ”

William helped his companion to sit down slowly from the staircase, under the hood was a beautiful face, but it seemed that the bridge of his nose had been knocked down by someone's heavy punch, and two lines of black slimy blood clotted over the stork bone, William felt the temperature in her palm, and said softly: "Can you hear me?" Come on, hold tight. ”

The scarred hands were covered with thick calluses, and William nodded, "You'll be fine." Then he turned around and shouted, "What about the heart booster!" ”

Under the light, all Hydra looked at each other, and someone muttered, "Run out of ......"

"Where's the enhancer!"

Silent.

William looked at his colleague who had become disfigured almost instantly, and his internal organs were full of colic, why was this? He thought deeply that in the past, he only needed to send her back to the branch as soon as possible, and naturally there would be Hydra who was proficient in pharmacology. Seeing her purple-lips and loose skin like a dying old woman, William knew with his eyes closed that he had been poisoned by Mathilde, who had defected to the Union. Although it is not enough to kill, when the sun rises tomorrow, she will forever become an old woman's face, and she will never be able to change back.

William had no other way, silently pulled out the dagger and cut it at his wrist, watching Erin still have the strength to subconsciously suck the blood, and after a while, he leaned over and picked up his companion, who still had decades to live but only a few hours of youth left, and said indifferently: "Let's go back." ”

"Branch?" The people hesitated, and even if Hydra remained among the pure-bloods, even if they were truly loyal to the ideals they adhered to, their numerical disadvantage made them passive

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, wouldn't it be even more self-defeating to go back now?

"We can't go back! The order to kill the headquarters has arrived, and now the United Faction is clearly determined to kill us all! "Everyone wears a cloak and walks in the shadows.

"Isn't it possible for us to isolate ourselves from the organization? Leaving is like defecting! ”

"Wait for Your Majesty to come back and the referee will be fair! Once the torture table is set up, stretch your neck over? ”

"Coward! Have you forgotten the oath you made! ”

"The loyalty in the oath is to let me die at the hands of my colleagues?"

A psychic prelude swept by, everyone was silent for a while, the light flowed down William's robe, and the drops of blood that had not yet dried became more and more dazzling, and he said calmly: "Let's go back to the branch." ”

"I'm going to detoxify Irene."

So saying, William carried the fainting young girl farther and farther away, until he walked out of the alley, where only poor ants lived, until he entered the brightest street.

He saw the tower again, and the soldiers with guns and clubs, and the crowd passed by, and it was only 9:23 o'clock, which should be the most prosperous time of the day, and the city had no curfew, even the city of Steel, which had a curfew, but there was no rumbling of the tracks at half past eleven. Because the parliamentarians know that some weapons are only aimed at outsiders.

But they are outsiders.

A group of outsiders who cut themselves out.

If so, why hide it? William walked down the long street like this, and finally received an order to fight the soldiers, and the soldiers rushed to him, and asked him to immediately lie down with his head in his hands. William naturally turned a deaf ear, his companion was already on the line, she was not the Hydra who ate babies as people said by word of mouth, she was just a very young girl, a person who deserved rights like all people. William thought, and couldn't help but think, putting Erin among mortals, that alone would be enough to put the two of them in the United faction.

"Hey, you! Deaf! On your knees! The yellow and red stripes on the suits indicate their preeminence to the Mill City Defenses, and the steel-soled butts are stained with slurry from under the shattered skulls.

Wounded and silent, Hydra glanced faintly at the group of soldiers, who were like falling into an ice cave, waiting for more people to rush at them, and suddenly, all the sticks flew straight out of their hands. The Hydras who then came out of the alley saw swords in the sky and the moon shining brightly.

"I'll give you an excuse." William said, the next moment, like a summer night shower, the wind was blowing on the lakeside, and no one who followed him left.

"No shooting! No shooting! The soldiers who saw this scene recovered from their stunned eyes, and instinctively raised their guns to aim at the group of Hydra who were apparently rumored to be hidden under the surface of the lake, remembering those terrifying rumors, or whether they were true. The trigger is shaking. The officer hurriedly ordered to press down the rifle and take off the military hat and hold it under his armpit.

Soon, the long street was long and devoid of pedestrians.

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The city of Mill could not help but believe that as long as the taxes were paid in full and the laws of the city-state were obeyed, nothing would be interfered with. So whether it is the blood god that prevailed on the east coast for a while, or the sea god and forest god in the Montenegro Free Zone. The wastelanders who had fled from the west had brought with them the Anemo God and the Heroic Spirit, and as for the north, after probably twenty years of nuclear winter, it was better to believe in yourself than to believe in anyone.

Hydra is religious.

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Compared with the Gothic Great Hall in the headquarters, which was full of lightness, the Christian Church in Mill City was inevitably full of small family spirit, cramped to the point that only ten rows of benches could be placed, and the rough floor was paved with only one concrete, and the statue of the Holy Son and the Holy Spirit was simply reduced to a large cross, and the lights were not necessary, because they were born of darkness, and finally light is equal to finally darkness.

They are praying, they are meditating, they are repenting.

Buckets of sewage from Lake Michigan were also brought in front of the church and splashed on their heads, so that the blood retreated from the top step by step, revealing the primary colors beneath it, gray, black, and white.

"Smack". The water flowed over the soles of William's boots, and there was no doubt about the color of blood. The church itself was a frequented place for the Hydras, and although it was easy to cause disputes between different factions, they could always be relieved of their suspicions under the light of the Lord, and if the glory of the Lord was to spread to the world, there must be no fratricide.

The church, he remembered, was painted with white paint.

"To those who are pure, all things are clean; Those who are unbelieving are unclean in everything, even their hearts and consciences. They say they know God, but they walk contrary to Him. For it is an abomination, it is rebellious, it is discardable in every good work......" On the altar, the silver-haired Midalen preached, and the book of the New Testament proclaimed that those who do not believe in the Lord will go to purgatory. She was the most devout of the faith, and she was the only one to kneel before the icon in the Great Hall when she was sent back to the headquarters.

She is extremely religious.

devout in what she believes,

William approached step by step, and the pure-bloods were not as convinced as the Unionists, which was the most often ridiculed and attacked at the Council of Nine. "Heresy!" This is the most common thing to hear, from ancient times to the present, demons are more like decorative colors in frescoes, and the endless heresies are the most hated. But the Hydra seem to have forgotten that His Majesty had never asked for faith in the law, nor had he dictated. But the king is not on the throne, and it naturally doesn't matter who explains it.

"Therefore blessed is the Lord who is forgiving and merciful, and who is devoted to the Lord." Midalen ended his prayer and said softly.

"Amen."

Stepping down from the podium, the silver-haired priest looked at the other heretic who had really come from the net, and said, "I thought you were going to go close to the security guards, but why, did you bring a thousand city guards with you?" ”

It's a joke, but no one will laugh. William stared straight at those pale eyes, he tried to find some old friendship, hatred or affection, but only pure pale color remained. It's like looking at a stranger.

So he knew that there was no way to bridge the gap.

"Give her a detoxification." William still said so, no matter how it changes, it will not change.

And rightfully so. "Why?" Midalen raised his eyebrows and said, the two of them fought to the death not long ago, and they didn't leave a good fruit for each other, and the order to kill the headquarters has been issued, either kneeling in front of the icon has no pure-blood tendencies, and is not on the list of opposing the party, so that the net is open, unfortunately, William Lockwood is on the list.

"She's neutral, I prove it."

"Can you prove it?"

"Yes, I can." William couldn't take his eyes off it, and in the blink of an eye, he was still equivalent to a prisoner.

"Save her, let her live, and I'll give you the position of the Purple Blood."

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