"This is there?" Simon wondered.

Fort Kent, far away in the Black Hills (Appalachian Mountains), is more than a thousand kilometers away from the shores of Lake Elly, even if you drive away without sleep, according to the three old Dongfeng pickup trucks of the Scarlet Guards, they will definitely match the pickup truck that Simon got from Montenegro.

The Crimson Guards didn't say a word, their hands were extremely fast, and they methodically distributed the various spikes, and the drill rod saw blades hanging from the special kits glistened coldly in the daylight. Simon also got a P90, and before he could ask more, a strong palpitation rushed up his throat, and Simon immediately understood why the Scarlet Guards were too lazy to move their mouths.

When you meet someone, you don't have to worry about killing. The psychic sequence protrudes in Simon's mind, and with Simon's current dual-ability gene chain, he also can't detect several psychic hydras wandering out with the naked eye, so he has to roughly obtain the direction through almost instinctive bloodline exploration.

As soon as they got out of the car, the Crimson Guards pushed the pickup directly into the river and changed into the raged cloth clothes that are common among wilderness nomads. The spring wasteland can barely be called a wilderness, under the verdant greenery is a more pleasing rice seedlings, the slightest brain-wielding homeless people know that they must take advantage of the short summer to plant a spring wheat, otherwise they will not be able to save up for the winter, and now humans are not everywhere hunters, they are more like prey in comparison.

It is impossible for a few people to carve out a field that is as solid as the ground is solid, and no matter how much the law is a dead letter, it at least means that people have the will to lay down this empty letter. The lawless lands outside the city are ruled only by habit. Ranging from dozens to hundreds, the crowds that spread along the river are far from each other. If there is really a blind traveler who wants to ask the saliva, whether it is a farmer or a bandit, it is nothing more than how to use the plough and rake in his hand, and down is a hoe, or he can smash his feet.

The Scarlet Guards kept walking all the way, and the number of troops meant whether they could be provoked, and the closer they got, the more Simon saw the large and crumbling walls of the horizon, which became the last straw, and a flash of lightning struck, and Simon was instantly enlightened.

This is Mandsville, Mang

Zwil Refuge!

Simon was about to think about it when palpitations crept back into his mind. The horse team is close. The shortstop reminded the Crimson Guards to silently reach into their ragged trench coats as the sound of horses' hooves approached.

“Вы ребята!” Unaware of who they had encountered, a caravan of horses from the ruined city of Mandsville rolled around the seemingly weak travelers. The bandit muttered a few words, and then burst into laughter.

"Take off your belongings and clothes! Women stand that side, men stand that side! The horse bandit said arbitrarily in a jerky lingua franca, and then the man's eyes were a little more inky.

More than a dozen P90 ...... suddenly rained, and even people and horses were knocked to the ground in an instant, Simon thought that he reacted very quickly, but when he was about to raise his gun, the Scarlet Guards proved what it meant to be really battle-hardened, but in a moment, the horse bandit Qing Yishui who dared to make a mistake lay on the ground. The wilderness where Meimei has eaten the blood of man will be fertile.

Kicked to the iron plate, the horse bandits, who were lucky enough to survive, grunted desperately and begged for mercy. In the same way, Simon didn't receive the Psychic Sequence, and apparently there was no such thing as a way for life in the Scarlet Guards' dictionary. They didn't even want to expend more bullets, and the next minute they set off, all the horse bandits had their hands and feet torn alive, and there was a Scarlet Crusader in the wilderness symbolizing the grotesque flesh cross. The Crimson Guards are clever enough to leave no trace of what they do.

The outskirts of Mandsville remained vast expanses of abandoned fields, and the vehicles left behind by the defeated Crusaders at the end of the Winter War were all but a pile of useless empty iron shells, which, had it not been for the occasional warm wind that had lifted the tent cloth to reveal the iron bars that had torn the seat cushions. However, this is a wind of bad luck.

Disperse forward. Psychic Sequence coldly commanded, passing through the road, every abandoned vehicle means a nest, and having a nest means a killing. Simon walked silently with a submachine gun, and the walls of Mandesville, which had been repeatedly bombarded by the Crusaders and the Iron Army, had long since collapsed into rubble. Without a barrier, the once-thriving town was soon reduced to a non-flowing town.

A long windbreaker is standard for travelers, and no one can guess the wind

Whether it was a knife or a gun in the clothes, two or three in groups, the Scarlet Guards scattered into the old city of Mandsville, a rare population in the city that had long been carpeted out, and the few who wanted to try their luck mostly gathered in front of the former city hall fort, trying to clean it up with primitive hand-held shoulders. Rumor has it that the City Council and the Gunshots' treasure are buried in a secret location.

Simon went around quite a circle, and in the past, he must have had a sense of seeing the wounds of things, the expeditionary team that was carefully formed before the Winter War. Marco's flamboyant nephew, Fasley who ended up blocking a round of bullets for him, Garcia who boasted about throwing a bomb to hit the devil's eagle in the left eye and never hit the right eye within 500 meters, Parker who wanted to grow plums honestly, and walked through the snow with difficulty to tame the old thorny Ramirez...... It seems that just like countless times in the past, except for a few people, he will always fall into the torrent, leaving him alone to wake up in his sleep.

The Crimson Guards quickly found themselves in front of the old union hall in Mandsville, where the towering Ionic columns were still missing. Contrary to their previous attitude, the Hydra cautiously unleashed a mental disturbance to contain the group of outcasts hiding among them. Assault Hydra lifted the pillars, and everyone rushed into the interior of the hall, where there was actually a lot of space.

"Here." The captain of the guard said in a rare way, and the Hydra removed their kits and quickly broke open the ground, and soon a manhole cover with nine black lines appeared on it, Simon's eyelids jumped, he was not blind enough to see the Hydra coat of arms after being in Hydra for so long.

Hooking up the iron cover, a flare was thrown into the passageway, and without any nonsense, the Crimson Guards burrowed into it, walking hand to shoulder. Breathing in the foul air, the doubts in his heart grew thicker, and Simon couldn't help but think of the unforeseen air raids on Mandsville during the Winter War. He tried to ask, "Do we have anything to do with this?" ”

I thought that the Crimson Guards would not have such an idle answer, but they all smiled deeply, patted the hand on Simon's shoulder lightly, and half-sneered: "Purple Blood, you need to know who is your ally and who is not your ally. ”

"The life and death of this group of mortals has nothing to do with us."

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