"Oh my God, oh my God, Hayes......"

The sudden words were like a white stork hovering over the top and chirping in the distance, Simon grasped the revolver like lightning, subconsciously lowered his posture, and hid behind the goggles that were still a few traces of lead after the dirt.

"You are stubborn......" The voice echoed in the mirrored exhibition hall, and the mottled but complete human-high mirrors collided back and forth, pushing and shoving the words that belonged to the high position of Hydra, and finally threw them into the depths of Simon's sight without exception.

"Hayes, it's over, you should have run away......" Simon immediately heard the corners of his mouth, even if the waves in his heart were surging, it turned out that it was not him waiting for Hydra, but that the Hydra had predicted everything a long time ago, as if they had sneaked into their hearts, hooked and calmly reached the other side, and finally ended up, wanting to be poetic.

It's really an executive who has a relationship with each other early on.

"Isn't that what you're doing!" Simon leaned out and looked around cautiously, he had quietly walked into the exhibition hall, no matter which direction he looked at, it was himself, himself who was turning things upside down. The desert steel blue is a sign.

"Surrender, now, I can still spare your men!" The executive officer who didn't know where else still declared without hesitation. The ups and downs of the valley are far away, and it is the blue sky, but standing on the cliff and looking at it, the black spiders are hidden in the dark curtain to peep, and the root of the tongue is tight.

"It's been so long, there's nothing constructive about it!?" Simon rolled down the aisle and moved to another granite staircase with extremely smooth polishing, the scope of the left wheel was slightly blurred, and Simon's vision was a small spider with a web, entrenched indifferently. "You want me!? Send a few more who can fight! ”

"They're already here." The executive said that the cables that had eroded and broken over the years were suspended from stone steps, and that even a master of survival could not really climb the vertical and unassisted four-meter wall with his bare hands. Simon stared at him and didn't answer, just turned all his attention to engagement.

The crystal shards set at the top crossed over in a single point, and the two blush-like agates emitted a mist like a strange vapor covering a wide vocal range and hiding the sound of a flute, and Simon could not distinguish himself or the executive standing quietly there looking down in the reflection.

But he saw himself.

"Bang!" Simon turned around suddenly, and with a slash of his hand, a piece of splendor was carved out of the air. Simon roared, a gloom in his throat against the purple poncho that sneaked in in optical camouflage, and the surging force was not something that a single half-breed could resist. Suddenly restrained, the submachine gun with the purple rain poncho hanging on his waist was diffuse, and the silencer was bound by the dull "toot" sound, and between the bloodshot two-colored pupils, the colorful fragments that danced began to rain rainbow.

"Bang!" There was another loud bang, and the revolver finally reached the jaw of the purple poncho that was the first to lurk in, and the bewitching bright red stained the empty hanging eyes. Simon dragged the skull-shattering corpse over the skull. "Sudden Sudden ......" a series of rapid bullets struck the heavy body armor, and the pierced bullet slapped the boot tickled Simon, who held the submachine gun with a still warm temperature, and knocked down the enemy who followed in an instant.

It's just a beginning.

Several stun bombs exploded in the air, reverberating at ultra-high frequencies accompanied by flashes of light that blinded instantly. Closing your eyes doesn't help, you return to the initial state of soaking in amniotic fluid, preferring to be blind together, one minus one is zero, and ten minus one is still an order of magnitude.

Maybe they forget that after one, there is always a zero.

Countless brass warheads shuttled through the gray and white, and in the exhibition hall that had not been added in a long time, new colors finally evolved into a grand feast, and the philosophers who would really come here to reflect on "whoare" and "wherefro" before the world was shattered, really willing to hover here to witness the unfolding of half a century.

In the flashing white, Dr. Anna's gray clothes were bathed in the morning light, and her eyes must have been able to read the bits and pieces of the ruins of Zhika through the soldiers' communication machines. It was as if a doctor was greeting him, and Simon's clenched fist quietly released.

Fierce winds swept through the sideburns, and without the restraints of the helmet sewn with Kevlar fibers and ceramic plates, the black hair was able to rage wildly, and by chance they would touch the same origin of different textures, and then answer with a stern attitude.

As soon as his legs and necks were wrapped, Simon supported his body for the first time, and handed it with a heavy kick, and in an instant, he completed the flip from bottom to top, and grabbed the corner of the opponent's clothes with his palm, and the whole person stuck to it, and before the purple poncho fell down, the left wheel was against the back of the head.

"Bang!"

The flashing white has not yet disappeared, and the purple poncho wearing the flash-proof smart mirror has already come back to his senses and pulled the trigger without hesitation. A handle was struck between Simon's chest and abdomen by a hammer held by Goliath, and the massive kinetic energy overturned him. Suzu Lingling's mirror sobbed and gave Simon a breath, and when he touched it, he pulled his palm at his chest.

"Grenade!" McCandless shouted.

The brilliant and vigorous crystal was raised up, the chandelier group that extinguished the lights admired, the confusion in Stonehenge was broken one by one, and the exhibition hall with the explosion as the midpoint swept away dozens of mirrors of different lengths, and when the purple ponchos climbed out, sure enough, they lost Simon's trace again.

"You know what Hydra wants!" The executive's voice sounded as scheduled, Simon touched the unnaturally secreted turbid liquid, his chest seemed to be burning with charcoals, he tore open his coat, which was a dented armor with a warhead, unscrewed the revolver, and filled the bullets one by one.

McCandless pointed to the left and right sides of the bloodstained area, and stepped forward with a submachine gun, this time, it was not just a few of them.

"Do you think you wrote the Old Testament?" The voices suddenly soared, the bursting shatters rose in front of the gunfire, the purple ponchos swept through "themselves" one by one, sweeping the smooth road, more and more obvious blood stains, more and more obvious from red to purple, and the palpitating instinct trembled spontaneously. However, the purple ponchos are not afraid, and those who know the mission well are not afraid.

"No, you're not." The black mist beside the executive flew faintly, and the sunlight flowed in the dome forever.

"Welcome to the 'Soul Reflections' exhibition in New Chicago......" The tattered female voice announces the joy of so many visitors suddenly coming after so long of silence.

A spear was held flat, a wisp of blue light was sprinkled, and on the back of the wounded hand, the mirror surface of the enamelled porcelain was pushed, and one by one, the Hydras who had thrown away their simple disguise stepped in.

This exhibition hall.