Boom~" A few explosions sounded like distant thunder, McCandless moved his eyes, it was not some thunderbolt detonating, but an apartment building that had been softened by the flood was collapsing and disintegrating. It seems that the movement of the building tens of meters high when it disintegrates is not small, and hundreds of tons of cement bricks and tiles have collapsed into the nearby "river" channel, and even quietly accelerated the intercity "canal" at McCandles's feet.

Such tactics were by no means uncommon during McCandles' ten-year service. As a hypocrite who failed to ignite Hydra's blood for the first time, his value may have long since been abandoned in Hydra's eyes. But the teenager who has seen the glitz of the last days of the upper class will never want to return to the kennel where he was born. So McCandless chose to enter the purple poncho training camp, where the mortality rate was almost one-half.

When he saw the light of day, His Royal Highness the Regent Melissa Ratham, the executor of the king's will, promised himself that after ten years of service, they would be true Pure Blood Beings.

He and Pao Ze have stepped all the way into the underground nuclear arsenal of Cleveland, where terrorists are rampant, and have participated in the Charleston meat grinder in disguise as the Imperial Guard, even the winter horde of Black Mountain corpses is nothing more than a sweet meal. Even the Poseidon Rapid Anti-Panzer Commando, which inherited the pre-war Allied orthodoxy, was defeated like a dog on the outskirts of Fort Kent a few months ago.

His purple clothes were embroidered with gold.

He is directly subordinate to the Regent, and when the Scarlet of the Divine Guard is not allowed to trespass on the black soil, they are the embodiment of the king's will.

They have come to hunt down traitors, rebels who want to usurp the throne with blood.

Red Moon-3 approached and found signs of a water ghost. McCandless received a detachment communication from the embankment. As the small leader of the entire Phnom Penh Purple Canopy Squad, he only replied with the word "search" simply. Moments later, a spear was on the inside of the baroque balustrade of this balcony. In the M110A4's life imaging simulation field of view, McCandles's smart eyepiece is colorful. Even the rushing water under the balcony lurked an adult frog lion.

But he didn't care, the threshold was adjusted, and his vision was clear in an instant. The Storick, which was hoisted by two steel cables on the iron pile on the anticline of the river embankment, "creaked", and the tail car door was closed

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Rushed away, and the remaining dozens of bullets fell away. However, at a distance of 100 meters, McCandles sensed the vigor of the other eight purple ponchos, which was his confidence.

The infrared rays of the sniper scope hit the riverbank, and through the fine lines of optical camouflage, the snowstorm held by Okoy swooped into the window. "Beep beep beep ~ " The very slight gunshot sounded as if all of them had been shot into a mess of mud. Signs of water ghosts in vital monitoring images dropped to zero. The young man, who had been in service for three years, gave a safety signal, and immediately passed through the ventilation window of the cab, and he saw another purple poncho rushing into the rear compartment. The companion sprinkled a handful of lime powder on the water ghost who had not yet died.

It's the depressed who stays overnight. Companion lipsed. This kind of incomparably similar to a lump of mud sandwiched with algae is very easy to be deceived by its surface, usually lurking at the bottom of the river with the current, even the juvenile lake demon and frog lion are its prey, and the jaws of the most surprising and terrifying ghost fish occupy ninety percent of the body, and those who are entangled are simply unable to resist and swallow it.

The lime powder released high heat when it met the water, and the ghost fish tragically cracked its huge mouth full of fine striped teeth, and as a result, it was hit with a puff of lime powder. It didn't take long for it to turn into a puddle of black blood.

Armed with Hydra blood, Okoy quickly found what drove them in the groove under the handlebars of the cockpit—a vial of coagulated purple blood.

The young purple poncho reviewed the amethyst-like "beacon", and Okoy knew that this steady blood was the future he had dreamed of for a long time. So he carefully put it in a small bag under optical camouflage.

Exit as soon as possible. McCandless continued to give orders. The swaying of the steel rope towing Storik is increasing. His service was coming to an end, and in his lifetime as a horseman, he had seen countless strange and incredible scenes, and the best way to avoid his own demise was not to give him any chance.

Almost at the moment after the two purple ponchos withdrew from the chariot, the steel cable "crackled" and broke, and the chariot made an astonishing splash and sank into the "canal", this obstacle weighing more than ten tons strongly blocked the water flow for a while, and the water area became more and more turbulent with the naked eye.

McCandless had a very uneasy instinct in his mind, and neither the high-altitude drone nor the Hydra psionic detection had found any clues

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Enemy trails. But intuition is intuition, and reconnaissance by force is far from the end. They must completely capture the Purple Blood's defensive location and guide the follow-up troops forward!

Push forward! The old purple poncho folded the quasi-marksman rifle, and the moment the signal was issued, a bright light suddenly flashed in McCandles's vision.

Three o'clock! Enemy gunners! The flash was followed by a heavy bomb, and McCandless almost reflexively hung upside down and broke through the brick wall in a posture that exceeded the limits of the human body, and he did not dodge, but tracked it for the first time!

Psychic communication was scattered, and all the purple ponchos immediately lifted their cloaks, and the snowstorm suddenly pressed and did not move, but the tactical drone hovering above immediately followed McCandles's eyepiece guidance, and in an instant, a grenade!

"Boom!" A small mushroom cloud rose into the air, and McCandles ran, elbowing his head, leaping swiftly through one dilapidated door and window, and then a sliding shovel scurried to the intended shooting nest, turning over and raising his rifle. At the first moment of the attack, he accurately found the right direction of the bullet!

"Doodoo ......" three knocks on the door, M110A4 fired a shuttle, and the enemy gunman who was caught in the crosshair was immediately shot in the head and killed. Annihilation of enemy targets! coordinates below...... Spread out and beware of attacks. McCandless retreated into the inner room. The rumbling of water reminded him that he was still standing in a waterway.

After a night of torrential rain, the roof of the shed was seeping water, and suddenly, McCandles's eyes shrank, and he suddenly remembered the sight of Storik falling into the river. He snapped his temples and urgently ordered: All units, move to a higher place at once! Transfer!

Late.

"Boom Rumble ~~" A part of the purple poncho that attracted the past for the gunfire could never be transferred even if it had three heads and six arms, and the enemy gunman building that was confirmed to be killed exploded violently again! Not only that, but even several buildings on the other side of the "canal" exploded! The waves are terrifying!

"Run!" McCandless could not care about anything else, and when he took off his cloak, he roared, and as soon as he got up, he was greeted not only by a sudden and violent wave, but also by several gunfire flashing from the embankment.

The river is almost boiling!

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