It's raining.

Simon leaned against the car window and quietly had an extra "leisure", listening to the raindrops outside the car that seemed to be an endless stream of thousands of horses. Through the wind, the heavy rain curtain obscures the buildings that should be majestic and can give people some sense of security. Only the locomotive roared, and the two beams broke out of the encirclement and ran alone.

Simon exhaled, he didn't choose to sit down, even though the stool was at his feet. Blood was gushing from the trouser legs, slowly wetting the steel plate next to the boots, and the rain was pouring across the rust-white spiral lines, and a faint blood color shrouded them. A layer of clear light.

In such a fierce battle, it was too difficult to retreat with his whole body, and after only ten minutes of leaving the harbor area, Simon was shot twice, one in the ribs and a stray bullet rebounded and hit the side of the leg. The former has been dealt with urgently for a while. The latter, Simon, was just scribbling a little hemostatic powder. But the blood quickly washed away the powder and continued to flow. Simon didn't care, he would even touch the side of his leg scar intentionally or unintentionally. The pain reminded him that the battle wasn't over yet.

The locomotive speedometer is stable at 60KM/h, which is really not fast, and any truck can catch up with full horsepower. But the rain curtain was always quiet, and none of the harbor soldiers who had just spread the mountains and fields did not come now. Simon, of course, was happy to do so. Even so, Simon's index finger was always on the trigger of the rifle. The harbor guard may have passed, and Area P has passed, but there are still high-speed zipline stations in Area G and Area F, and a short section of empty streets in front of Area M. The commotion is so loud that it is impossible for the Hydra Coalition to be in the driver's seat. In every corner of the rain curtain, there is enough for a pit viper.

A hydra.

"Bell Bell Bell ......" alarm bells rang along the road, indicating that a train of locomotives was about to arrive. Simon patted his face, stood up, put his eyepieces down, cautiously opened the car door, and looked at the faint bright colors in front of the high slope of the roadbed, which was the bright light of the military factory around the clock. Simon picked out an orange safety suit inherent in the carriage and hooked it on the door. Conspicuous colors more or less attract a bit of latent attention. Simon waited quietly for a minute or two, then jumped off the floor trap.

As soon as he landed, Simon quickly crawled on the railroad tracks, quickly crawled out of the front of the car, and then rolled to his feet, the muzzle of the gun pointed at his instinct.

Empty.

Simon sped down the roadbed slope without delay. The station attendant had just put on a raincoat sleepily to meet the locomotive that was not on the timetable, and when the station attendant walked up to the empty train in confusion, he found nothing but a few bullet casings and a pool of blood.

"What the hell......" The station attendant subconsciously raised the lantern, clenched the crowbar, and the back of his head was cold, he hadn't heard of all kinds of legends about the meter-gauge railway. The lake demon suddenly woke up and killed the conductor or something, he turned back tremblingly, and the rain was still there.

Simon ducked in the shadow of the parapet and shuttled quickly, the monotonous and lonely reciprocating sound of machinery in the military factory filled Area G, and who would be afraid to stay at the door for too long in the pouring rain. There really isn't anything standing upright except for the street lamp. Radiation acid rain is of course a great threat to ordinary people, but for Hydra after taking a large dose of anti-irradiin, it is really not worth mentioning. Simon was not slow, and passed most of the G zone in an instant.

2.21。 Simon glanced at the watch time, and the after-effects of AATS overload were forcibly suppressed, Simon had already been in Kent before the war

The fort base has tried and tested the AATS system, and will tolerate all kinds of extreme conditions when possible. It is very good to find a way to combat the after-effects of overload. But no lunch is free, and the tougher the resistance, the harder the backlash.

Just one more turn is the infamous "Death Staircase" in Area G and Area F. "In the early years of the Iron and Steel City, the embankment had not yet been repaired, and the lake was often flooded, so that the guild area on the original F area had to be relocated, and the city builders simply raised the reserved land for the factory as a whole, when the amendment to the "Residents Law" was promulgated, and the displaced people were severely restricted from entering the city. Area F, which has been converted into a slum, is naturally not worth the effort. So a staircase of more than 100 steps was built leading to the factory area. The Steel City Labor Factory strictly implements a 12-hour shift system, and when the workers who have been tired for a long time get off work, they are physically and mentally exhausted and the crowds are so crowded that it is extremely easy to rush down this staircase, and there are stampede accidents almost every month. Hundreds of people have died on the stairs so far. Human life is like an ant, what can be done when it dies? At most, a roll of straw mat is thrown into the lake to feed the fish. No matter how cruel the "death ladder" is, before supporting a family, it is not a moat after all.

The rain dripped down Simon's beard in strings, and he stood on the death staircase with his gun in hand. Under the rain curtain under the stairs, several people with light purple ponchos quietly stepped out. "Hayes! Lord Du Fulun doesn't want to take your life! Stay behind the stairs until dawn, and you will be fine! ”

Simon stood silently in the rain, the downpour bringing the water down, and the staircase flowed freely with the acid rain above nine days. Over the years, the stepped white stone has long corroded the potholes. In his steel-blue pupils, the purple poncho was also blue.

"Ping!" Needless to say!

"Ping-pong!" SIMON INSTANTLY RAISED THE MUZZLE OF THE GUN, AND A 7.62MM FULL-POWER BULLET BURST THROUGH THE CURTAIN. Simon fired three shots in succession, rolled on the spot, and swooped down against a dense rain of bullets that was no worse than the rainstorm.

He's going to go straight!

Simon pulled the trigger every time he fired the short-acting AATS. Every time a military boot breaks through the silence, a drop of blood splatters, and several steps away. Countless streams and transiences, countless heartbeats and clenches, perseverance after countless breaths. are deeply imprinted on the death ladder under the rain curtain.

"Ping-pong-ping-pong!" The purple ponchos have developed the first mutation ability one by one, and they still can't resist the power of the rifle, and they have heard that the companion of the shapeshifter is from the pre-war ranger regiment and is a sharpshooter, who knows that this person is actually fierce? Everyone was immediately knocked to the ground, and they dodged again and again, avoiding the precise landing point of the bullet.

Simon's military boots stepped on hard, and the whole person suddenly stopped, his figure flashed to the side strangely, and he jumped hard against the height. The purple poncho saw that the fire stalled. Immediately pressed forward step by step, and the M5 rifle in his hand continued to spit out tongues of fire.

Simon rolled to the ground with his head in his hands. Flashed into the bend of the stairs. Bullets rained down, tearing through the rubble at the corners of the walls. Simon gets a new magazine. He knew that on such a long staircase, he couldn't rush to the top in one go. Hydra's most elite commandos, who know how to alternate firepower to suppress their targets in all directions. If there is no AATS assistance, Simon will not be able to take the lead, and I am afraid that he will be killed the moment he appears.

The purple ponchos bowed their heads to each other. There were four people who stepped on the first step of the death ladder together, and the two exchanged firepower, and the fire never stopped. Simon hid in the corner of the middle staircase, subdividing it into thin sections

Recognize the roar of a torrential downpour. If the Coalition learned that the interceptor outside the city had missed, it was unknown how many men and horses would have been ambushed here, but there would never be a small detachment.

Simon didn't yet understand what trouble Adolfina was going through. He could only guess two at the moment, one was Elijah Solomon, but according to Adofina, it was unlikely that the regent would acquiesce to this. The second is that Adolfina went to pursue the reserve members who had attacked Simon outside the Glatheham Tavern for several days. Now that such an association is naturally connected. That so-called Tyrone Bertrand is indeed very powerful. or

Waiting to be beaten is not Simon's style. He looked around. Only a pile of broken wreckage was seen in the depths of the corner, and the workers who had come and walked the stairs were not interested. Simon's eyes fluttered. He held the butt of his rifle and poked out the corner to shoot back at the machine gun, silently, unstoppable, unstoppable.

“mag,change!” Purple Poncho shouted, changing to a new magazine, the front grip of the M5 rifle was very close to the muzzle, and the way they held the gun was very different from the way the regular army held it. They were shooting almost with their muzzle mechanical sights. Hydras don't all have strong physiques, but they rely on this special grip and long-term training. In burst fire, the directivity is extremely strong.

The former raised his arms and signaled a ceasefire, and the water pouring down the stairs became more and more powerful. "Boom!" A hideous thunderbolt slashed across the sky, and the movement was so loud that it covered the sound of gunfire.

"Capture alive or kill?" Someone asked, they had full control of any direction around the corner, and the puppeteer sent out more than just a small team. The battle of the Nine Heads is getting hotter, and neither the pure-bloods nor the Union faction can easily see the historically important Raider position in his hands.

"It's best to capture alive, it must be killed, this person has purple blood, how much effort did the organization take to find a few purple bloods, always consider the bloodline historian." The leader said, and he approached Simon's hideout step by step. The five fingers shook in a circle, and then stretched out the index finger and shook it from side to side. Afterwards, the team members immediately understood Hydra's special sign language. Throwing away the rifle, an invisible wave flashed. The staircase water seems to hit a wall, slowly converging into a ball of water. Obviously, this is a psionic controller.

Psionic Hydra was about to toss the balloon into Simon's hideout when there was a sound of heavy objects rubbing against each other, and the purple ponchos wondered why. A burst of iron brown popped up around the corner. "Get out of the way!" Purple Poncho shouted. The iron-brown section was prominently displayed as a section of steel pipe for construction. Straight in the face.

"Ping!" Gunfire again! Who would have thought that a section of hundreds or thousands of kilograms of steel pipe would suddenly smash over? Simon took advantage of his remaining strength and immediately approached. One shot directly knocked down two people. He slammed his shoulder, crisp bones clicking. A purple poncho had a sunken chest and vomited blood. Simon, who turned on the overload of the hour hand, descended like a god. How can some mortals who claim to be the Sons of God be compared to him?

The water balloon focused into a bundle, and Simon bore his head on top of it. The previously powerful psionic subject was restrained at this time, and the psionic Hydra was slightly confused, and the psychic power grabbed Simon, trying to control him and throw him away?

Simon's eyes turned red, and his throat gurgled with a strange sound. Instantly freed from his restraints, he rushed forward with an arrow step, and slammed his shoulder on the face of psionic Hydra's panicked resistance. Press this person's calf to the end. "Ah!!h He roared.

Lose one's head.

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