15 km from the ground, troposphere.

Here the dense clouds are surging one after another, and only the creator god can tell whether there is a thunder hidden under this pink and brilliant cloud, or whether he is pushing and shoving another natural god to control under this pink and brilliant cloud.

It doesn't matter, the gods are also ranked.

Even the gods of great power are afraid that it is difficult to distinguish every small drop of water condensed from water vapor, they are so small, so small that even a random fingerprint can be stuffed into it, yet they will be so united, hundreds of billions of trillions converge.

And so they became clouds.

The clouds, on the other hand, are the fog of condensation.

The first raindrops.

This awe-inspiring raindrop fell, and it had to fall over two of the world's highest peaks before it could hit the ground. The arc it crossed meant that a sharp blade sliced through the satin, causing a chain reaction.

Cooling, all along the way, are neutralized by raindrops, enveloping the heat. Rain is destined to be cold.

Cold kills overheat.

And so there was the wind.

The wind through the broken corridor stirred a lock of Simon's forehead, and the reflection of the shattered portrait reflected in the dusty glass shards on the ground.

The pieces of glass or enamel that had been in this darkness for more than half a century had all been reduced to dust, but their lauded creative value still faithfully reflected the arrival of a swift rain and the remnants of the shadows.

After all, it was they who broke it.

"Bang!" Simon stomped on his heel, and the soldier who was wrapped around his neck was kicked in the head and plunged into the closet, and the bell swept through. "Hmm~" Simon shook his opponent's knee hard, but fortunately, the body armor took off a lot of strength. Simon bent his waist, subconsciously closed his palms, blocked the next whip leg, and then retreated, looped over the enemy in front of him, directly pulled out his trouser pocket, and smashed the upside-down green onion over the shoulder!

However, Simon didn't even have time to turn around and beat the water dogs, and the next group of Combine soldiers followed the wind. Simon didn't want to let out a muffled roar, and he took one arrow at a time. "Pong!" As soon as he raised his hand, the tactical pistol was violently knocked out

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, locked his hand again, and pointed directly at the eyes, nose and throat, but without waiting for two fingers to be inserted, a saber came from the oblique stab.

Simon was forced to give up the chance to kill a man, and instead flew with a slash like a barbed whip. The knife-wielding soldier's cheeks swelled high and swelled, and this palm made him stunned. It was at this moment that the freed left hand clenched his fist and hit the abdomen of the man who was restrained by Simon with an extremely ferocious punch. He bent his waist at 90 degrees. The knife-wielding soldier who had been beaten for half a second came back to his senses, and before he could do it, Simon grabbed the bent soldier and hooked it with one foot, which was a real straight white boot sole to boot soles!

Immediately, a mass of humanoids rolled down the stairs with a clatter, knocking over a group of people, and those who were lucky enough to dodge were red-eyed with shotguns and shot at the corridor!

"Whew!" The howl sounded familiar, and Simon grabbed the soldier who had been blasted on his back as a meat shield, burying his head and going all the way. One shotgun, one slippery handguard. "Click, click", whether it is a deer bullet or a one-headed bullet, is a hammer with a handle through a sandbag and bombards Simon himself.

After all, Simon rushed to the past.

Twisting around, Simon threw away the sandbag that was already full of holes, kicked the shovel, and broke the door with a very stable hand, Simon's shovel failed to knock him over.

But it's not him who comes out with white fangs.

"Pong!" The door-breaker suddenly lacked a big hole in his head, Simon flicked the ground, and the whole person rose into the air like a marionette, and several revolver explosions sounded one after another!

Nothing is missing.

The python's revolver suddenly curled green smoke, and it was only shoveled into a heartbeat at the top of the staircase and jumped into it, which fired three shots in a row and snatched three lives directly from God, and gave them to the god of Hades in vain.

Simon didn't even have to roll when he landed, he just fell straight down under the weight of his torso, and his knees were not bent for half a minute, like a wolf in a sheepfold.

"Pong!" One of the soldiers closest to him desperately turned his palm into a knife and split the python's point. In an instant, the roar expanded infinitely in the cramped corridor, and even the soldiers wearing shock-absorbing helmets were in a trance.

This pair of Simon, who has been experienced in modern warfare, is purely pediatric, and no matter how loud the revolver is, it can't resist the close explosion of large-caliber shells! The enemy is no match for the Titan Mecha to break through the walls of the fortress and the vertical bombardment of the all-area fighters

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Come violently! His mind went blank for a moment, and Simon's pace never slowed. Pull the knife away? Then return it with a knife!

Simon slashed his backhand into a slice in the soldier's helmet with a revolver, kicked his chest with one foot, and threw his whole person backwards to avoid a sharp axe. Simon didn't do anything useless, lunging backwards, leaning back against another man and crashing into the sharp burst water pipe at the top of the staircase. First, the fiber military uniform "bleeped off" layer by layer. Simon's elbow went up, instantly erasing the man's remaining resistance.

The hatch-breaking axe arrived as promised, and Simon crossed his hands to hold it. "Shoot, shoot!" The axe man roared, and in the blink of an eye, the Combine who had been killed by Simonger could not bear it, they were an elite army with submachine guns, short protrudes, and shotguns. Discipline trains them not to fear death. Even if you have to shoot your comrades in order to annihilate the enemy.

The roar woke up the soldiers who could not enter, and almost in the blink of an eye, the warriors from the post-apocalyptic wasteland pulled out their guns hanging from their waists again.

Simon saw that it was going to be bad, and he fought with one hand, and the axe that weighed the weight almost cut his head. Simon hissed in his throat, and the man had to bow his head under the eaves, Simon lowered himself to lie down, and the axe was cut off against the tip of his ear, cutting out a trace of flesh and a row of blood. The axe man suddenly lost his balance and fell forward. Simon grabbed the axeman's front foot, took the man for his "axe", and threw it.

Between the lightning and flint, the rain of bullets in the corridor froze for a moment, and the axe hand was choked by his own fire before he could hit the ground. Simon rolled and didn't hesitate to turn down the next hallway next to the staircase. A couple of bullets just hit the side corners of his body armor. Heavy-duty Kevlar fibers suddenly burst out of the messy threads.

Simon doesn't have time to care about these injuries, without the stimulation of AATS's hour hand ability, he doesn't seem to be able to activate the power enhancement, Hydra himself is indeed strong enough, but such a building certainly limits the opponent's numerical advantage, but it also makes Simon himself unable to use his best strength. In every inch of a centimeter, it can't give it strength at all.

The fight is back to fighting.

Simon jumped into the corner hallway that was exactly the same as the previous floor. The Combine Army, which had suffered heavy losses suddenly, would no longer send people to kill them in a daze, but they looked at each other and invariably took off the frag grenade on their chests. A shield is to open the way with firepower, so as to fight more and fight less!

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