"Boom!" Seeing that the breakwater was coming to an end, Simon caught a glimpse of a team of harbor guards also running along the dock, knowing that his fists were invincible with four hands, and the purpose of his breaking into the fishing port in Area P was by no means simply to come in and carry out a surprise attack, he wanted to take Area P, go around the meter gauge railway back to the factory area, and rush back to Adolfina as quickly as possible!

1.37 points. Exactly half an hour later, Simon's eyes lit up, and he pounced, stunned as he swept a rain of bullets from the granite-paved mooring road and plunged headlong into the makeshift yard. The Harbour Guard, who arrived on the way, didn't think about it, and picked up the semi-automatic rifle and pulled the trigger on the cargo box. Suddenly the guns staggered.

"Ceasefire! ! Cease fire! "After only one round, the straw bales piled up on the side to protect the cargo box ignited a fire, and the sergeant of the team suddenly became anxious, slapped the M14 of the stupid soldiers around him, and shouted a ceasefire." All his ceasefire! It's full of goods destined for Ford City! You can't afford to lose this box of mining tools! ”

The sergeant pulled out his Browning pistol and said in a deep voice: "Listen, no matter where Lao Tzu comes in tonight, if you don't catch this pig, you know the punishment, Team A, seal this cargo area, Team B, a group of two, search inside!" For the rest, follow me! ”

Although the Steel City Harbor Guard is mainly responsible for the front-line security and port management tasks of Area P, they have also practiced good archery skills in fighting Iranian lake demons all year round, and they have dumped them in Area F compared to those joint security teams whose combat effectiveness is bullying and dominating the market. The soldiers consciously divided into small groups, and quietly stepped into the temporary storage yard under the guidance of tactical sign language.

The leather boots stepped on the masonry surface after the cold and heavy dew, and there was a "crackling" sound. Simon listened to the search for the soldiers as he rummaged through the first aid kits in his chest. Lifting the placket of his clothes, there was a blur of flesh and blood under his ribs. Heaven favored him with a 7.62 bullet that hit a penetrating wound, but Lady Luck made the bullet pass through the bulletproof plate junction at very close range. This kind of distance body armor can't stop a rifle like the M14 with full power bullets, and if it hits the guard plate and shatters it twice, it will penetrate the flesh again. This shot doesn't mean that it will destroy him, but it will definitely make his combat power discounted.

"Uh......" Simon bit his collar and violently pulled out shrapnel from the micro-healing device, and the high-energy light directly killed a layer of destroyed flesh. The pain caused is self-evident. Simon blushed, gasping for breath and sprinkling hemostatic powder. When the placket is put away, what does it mean to be injured?

Hydra's blood gave Simon the ability to identify the nearest enemy. When it comes to the end, all those who stand in the way are enemies.

"Bloodstains, this person can't run far after eating a gun." Simon heard whispers. He drew his saber, and a cold glow swept across his eyes. He quietly leaned his back against the crate.

"I think we ......" The vocal cords vibrated halfway through the carbide saber and slashed his throat. Simon stabbed one in the throat, and the other couldn't even lift a gun. Simon moved around and grabbed the other by the throat. A fountain of blood splattered high, and the saber pierced into the heart in the slightest. Even the second knife is owed.

"Giggle...... Simon gently lowered the guard who had been stabbed in the heart but was not temporarily dead. He took a breath of the blood-smelling air, a maze of crates that Simon didn't know where the exit was, and perhaps the exit was waiting for him as a line of gun-wielding guards.

It doesn't matter.

Simon pulls out P266, which is placed on his right chest

, slowly set up the knife, showing a Harris-style gun handling style. He walked cautiously in small and brisk steps. The two-person high cargo box roof gradually heard the sound of "bang, bang" iron sheet trampling from far and near. Figures flickered more and more densely in the gaps of the cargo boxes. Guards are increasingly reinforcing here. If you don't break away, it's only a matter of time before you're killed.

"Toot toot." Listening to the position gave Simon the upper hand, and he repeated his old trick to kill a group of people again. But Simon can't afford to procrastinate. He looked up at the sky indifferently, and the moon was very bright tonight, and the moon and stars were scarce, shining on the earth. He grinned. There was an extra grenade in his hand.

“Grenade！” Simon raised his hand, and not far away, a pillar of fire suddenly flew over, and chickens flew and dogs jumped. Simon threw as he walked, throwing all the grenades in different directions in one go.

"Here!" As soon as the soldiers who climbed onto the roof screamed, they were shot twice by Simon. Simon's face turned pale. With a lightning flick of his wrist, the saber flew straight out. Simon grabbed the Taver rifle hanging from his waist and fired a burst of rapid fire that cut down several soldiers who had suddenly broken into the passage.

"Ding~" Simon's thumb pulled the last white phosphorus smoke bomb pull ring, threw it on the roof, and then pulled his legs and ran wildly, sure enough, the roof where the smoke came out was blocked by all kinds of light and heavy firepower. Simon managed to distract himself and ran to the end of the yard.

"Snort!" The gunshots rang out, and Simon had already noticed that all the exits from the yard were guarded, and he immediately chose the side with the most loose defense. He overloaded his AATS watch to its limit as he rushed around the corner. A sledgehammer smashed through his mind. When flashing through the one-meter-wide cargo lane, Simon pulled the trigger and fired a single shot sharply, one bullet for each person's head.

The boots slipped sideways to the ground. Simon was not slow, the exit was open, and he rushed out. Searchlights blocked all exits, and as soon as Simon escaped, the sentry machine gun fired. Slate chips shaved through the skin, and it hurt to the ground. Simon disregarded the serious after-effects of continuous overloads. The second hand of the AATS watch is turned again before it has been fully recalled. Another giant hammer fell. When Simon looked back and fired two shots and fled into the next corner, not only did his nosebleed, but so did his blue eyes.

Simon sniffled, this was not what it used to be, such a violent degree of overload really couldn't break his will for a while. Simon knew that this was only Zone P, and that the Hydra Coalition must have known that Mark Dotri had failed to intercept him. Compared to the Hydra members, this Harbor Guard is simply cute.

So Simon doesn't allow a hint of powerlessness at this time. Simon pulled out a needle of morphine, stuck it in his thigh, and looked down to sniff the salt shaker. The mind is clear. "Shoot and kill! Lawfully kill on sight! The guards shouted, and they didn't even catch a single hair of Simon, except for a dozen corpses and a pile of burning debris.

Simon probed out and took in the meter-gauge railroad behind an open area that was still some way away from him. His legs weren't made of iron, and he couldn't outrun a locomotive, so he had to find a way to start an intercity train, or get a carrier truck, and get out before the warning was extended to the railroad.

"Whew...... Whew~" Simon took a long deep breath, he looked down at the number of magazines left on his chest, and he had just lost three magazines in a chaotic battle, and now this is estimated to be a few rounds. Simon pinched the corners of his eyes, pulled over a nearby corpse, retrieved two M14s by the way, untied the corpse's shoelaces, tethered the Taver rifle to it, quickly tied a slipknot, and stuffed a coin into the trigger guard. Simon dropped all the non-generic Tavor magazines and replaced them with Ms

14 magazines, put on the ponchos of the guards. "Ping-pong-ping-pong!" He fired several shots into the air. I saw that the railway was running wild again.

At the same time, the righted corpse was kicked over by Simon, and a coin was stuffed in the retainer, and the corpse's fingers immediately pulled the trigger. "Snort!" The unique fully automatic firing of the Tavor rifle resounded. Create the illusion that the attacker is on the other side. In the darkness of the night, all colors were rendered in a layer of inky black, and Simon also threw away the striking Mohawk helmet and hurried away, as if passing by countless guards.

But Simon's improvised lame disguise could not be concealed for long, and the guard immediately called out to the stumbling young man at the highest shunting yard. "Stop! Password! ”

The other guard raised an eyebrow and shone a flashlight on Simon's boots, and he could see at a glance the difference between the Harbour Guard's knee-high rain boots and tactical riding boots. "Put down your arms ......" Before the guard raised his gun, Simon took the lead, and the M14 pulled the trigger continuously. Killed the mouthy guard.

"Ping!" Simon kicked open the barbed wire door. Area P is now full of soldiers, and there is no way to hide any trouble, and immediately new people are chasing after it. Simon broke into the dispatch room without thinking. Pulling the trigger is much faster than moving your mouth. He picked up the butt of his gun and smashed it, removing the engine key from the key box. Picking up the lantern pot and smashing it, the kerosene was spilled, the fire suddenly broke out, and Simon broke through the window pane with his head protected. Ahead is the railroad embankment with a high base. He climbed over the roadbed with his hands and feet. All those who dared to approach and shoot were killed one by one by Simon's AATS overload aiming shots.

The M2 machine gun strafed the train cars, and Simon crawled over the tracks, crossed the other side, and ran, killing more climbers. Run to the front of the car, pull the car door, plug in the key, and the internal combustion diesel engine ignites. The train slowed back a little and began to speed slowly. Simon looked in the rearview mirror and saw dozens of soldiers coming, knowing that this would not work.

Simon lifted the roof of the carriage, braced his arms, and directly used the guard plate as a shield, in this kind of close combat, Simon also shot one at a time with his own archery skills. He jumped off the locomotive, picked up the pipe wrench next to him, and untied the connecting rod like a dead mouse. Without the shackles of the cargo hold, the locomotive immediately "rumbled and accelerated" and drove quickly into the distance with Simon.

……

Harbour District Towers.

"Except for the necessary defenders, there are people on the station, life or death, I want to see this group of attackers hanging from the telephone pole one by one before dawn! Go! Just go! The Director of Area P roared and instructed his subordinates. The bad news came one after another, and even a locomotive was driven away in the shunting yard. That meter-gauge railway goes to the military factory! The director couldn't imagine what would happen to him after the destruction of the munitions factory, and he was so angry that he wanted to go out in person.

"Sir! Phone! It wasn't until the operator shouted loudly that the supervisor reacted. It's over there! ”

The director took the call with a trembling voice, and immediately stood up straight as soon as he heard the microphone. "Hooray! Franz! Yes! Sir! I'm in charge! ”

After a few words, the supervisor who was about to swear to kill the attacker stopped his subordinates, and with a more fierce expression than just now, he said, "Withdraw everyone!" Any form of further pursuit is prohibited! Right! No one is allowed to set foot on the railway line! No pursuers are allowed! He also called him back! ”

"Whoever dares to cross that line, before I can't save my head, kill the dog cub who crosses the line!"

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