The clock was turned back a quarter of an hour ago.

Trembling as the ground was washed away by the turbulence, the Stourik chariot was suspended only by two makeshift steel cables. But Simon was not worried that the steel cable would not be able to hold on to breaking, and without him, the pile was laid by his own hands. When to break and when to hang, he is in his hands.

Simon gradually suppressed the sound of his breathing to an extremely stable level, a skill he had to learn early on. The gold sniper badge on the armband of the Ranger uniform is not something that can be obtained by hiding in a bell tower and slowly flicking the bolt. In the bloody battle of Königsberg, where the Imperial Panzer Corps was mixed with mechas, the helpless Allied soldiers had to hide themselves like rats, and the deeper they hid, the better, until they were really no different from rats.

The M110A4 in the holster was still with the dust cap closed, and as an elite shooter who had sniped hundreds of times, Simon knew that it was not always possible to spot the enemy with a sniper goggle, and no matter what, the circumference of the pupil was always stronger than that of an artificial machine. He quietly felt the priority of the summer water, and the warmth in the cold.

Yes, he was on the banks of the "canal", quietly and serenely soaking in the water.

The optical camouflage is covered with a thick layer of commonly visible algae, and even if you look down from the perspective of a drone, it is impossible and unnecessary to find a certain mess of mud with only a reed pole exposed. After all, the water ghost fish is not only cold-blooded, but also extremely good at forbearance, and can hardly detect vital signs, and Simon is the same. The Hydra bloodline detection that Purple Poncho is proud of is naturally no better than Purple Blood. In this intricate area of abandoned urban swamps, he has a way to hide.

It just takes a little perseverance, a little patience.

The purple poncho's light batsuits spread their wings and swept across the river, taking in Simon's view, a slightly intense Hydra breath rising to his right. I approached the full-fledged members richly. Simon instantly estimated the number of people in this vanguard squad. There was a vial of purple blood in the chariot, which was the most irresistible beacon for the Hydra. Indeed, the purple ponchos cautiously approached the chariot.

A puff of white smoke came out of the carriage, and Simon breathed a breath very softly. It's very strange, although Hydra's purple blood gives Simon an incomparably strong self-healing ability, and other abilities that were not explained at all before the war, it still can't erase the basic characteristics of human beings. For example, a ranger with outstanding perseverance like Simon can hold his breath for three or four minutes at most.

The formation of the purple poncho followed the search

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Sosimon's troops, half unintentionally abandoned, were scattered slightly, and once they regrouped and crossed the embankment, the impromptu ambush would inevitably turn into a volitious skirmish. Simon would not give the enemy this chance. A higher-level purple blood signal wave was transmitted.

Gunshots!

In an instant, the gun rang out, and the FAL spear 7.62 bullet from a purple-blooded soldier was narrowly passed by the target. The explosion was undisguised, and it immediately pointed the way for the purple ponchos. East!

Move to the source of the "canal"!

The strong Hydra aura almost ran away against Simon, yes, the combat power was as strong as a purple poncho, so naturally he didn't chase a hare.

So they fell for it.

Originally, Simon wanted to discard the ammunition and explosives in the chariot that he had no time to carry, but the calamity blade, which had been wandering the ruins for more than ten years, quickly dissuaded him. Pointing to the intercity highway and drawing a circle, these two guys who rely on yin people to eat immediately understood the meaning. Sure enough, the flood swelled overnight, and before dawn Simon simply lurked on the highway that must be passed to the polytechnic college, the current "canal".

Getting up in the morning to hunt is not to die by eating, but to die by death!

It was like a glass blister bursting, and a purple blood connection was broken. Simon has half a sense of regret, this is not only a task, but also a lesson. He was still waiting for the purple poncho to reach the point completely. He closed his eyes in the filthy waters, held his gun, and lurked beside him countless terrifying creatures that would choose people to devour, as if they were unafraid.

"Boom !!" Bang!

Houses in the upper reaches of the canal collapsed, and hundreds of tons of waste were dumped into the canal, but it was not completely blocked. In an instant, the turbulence turned into a flood peak, and the splash turned into a powder mist, blowing in the face!

"Run!" McCandless yelled, a half-optical camouflage cloak that reached his ankle lengths and ran wildly. In front of Hong Feng, even a main battle tank is not immune! What's even worse is that who knew that Hong Feng was coerced and wrapped in the water, which was tantamount to killing himself!

Lake Demon! Frog Lion! Kelpie! Swamp Demon!

The purple ponchos who received the instruction immediately did not hesitate to climb up the river embankment, but the slippery wall passage severely restricted their movement. That's only two and a half meters tall! It's almost as hard as you can get there!

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Yet they never reach it.

The purple-blooded soldiers, who had also endured the scorching heat and water immersion, violently lifted their optical camouflage, and the rhythmic burst of assault rifles violently turned into the tearing sound of linen fired by fully automatic fire.

"Snort~" was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the firing of a single shot, blocking all hope that the purple ponchos would climb the riverbank. After the scorching sparks, it was cold, but it brought a warm flood under the bright July sun.

McCandles's eyes were torn apart, who would have thought that there would be ambushes lurking! Regardless of the Hydra scan and vital sign detection, nothing was found. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few bright colors that had refracted the sun's colorful spectrum. The floating flame of the graveyard's phosphorous fire finally reveals how they did it.

True optical camouflage.

McCandless had already smelled the smell of the radiant flood, and he didn't even have time to look at it, if it did, it would be enough to see the lake demon with its teeth and claws. He jumped with all his might, climbed up to the small building with a solid foundation, and with a sniper rifle and a single eye aim, he wanted a round of rapid fire.

He's going to save his men, save his comrades!

Before McCandless could pull the trigger, there was already a scorching heat.

Is it a purple poncho to act together? Simon opened his eyes suddenly, and the color of steel blue almost wanted to pierce the senses of the water ghosts dancing with him, mixed with rotting algae, with vigorous killing intent, the soaked gun cloth fell into the water, and behind the cold steel primary color was the black and steep that was still flowing water.

The shells are thrown away, the rifling is hot, and the bullets are out of the chamber.

One hit!

Simon's ankle quietly exerted force, and the moment he surfaced and fired, it was a wipe of oil paint on his face, and the vagueness of his shot seemed to spray a cloud of blood mist. It's as if the curtain has been torn, and the flood peak is coming!

And he was in the water at the same time!

Simon indifferently swept the camouflage ink seeping through his fingers. Although the battle on the river embankment had already entered a white heat, it was two and a half meters high, and all the purple ponchos had no choice, either jumping up with force and being pierced by bullets, or shrinking their heads and falling backwards and being swept away by the flood peak.

After being covered in algae, a water ghost fish exposed to the air woke up, and its terrifying giant jaw encompassed the entire head of the "host" several times.

Now, they're grasshoppers on a rope.

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