The jailer pulled out two steel chisels that were stuck in Simon's thighs and weighed them back and forth, the butcher's iron crown full of naked longing for the impending killing. "Do you prefer to pierce your left eye or your right eye?" The jailer gestured, the tip of the blood smeared on Simon's chest, temple, which barely had a piece of good flesh. Human beings have evolved for hundreds of thousands of years, but they have not changed the nature of mammals with protein torso bodies, not to mention gunpowder weapons, which are the oldest bone weapons, wooden spears, and iron knives, which are enough to inflict irreparable fatal injuries. In the same way, under the influence of will, a small number of human individuals can be called immortal, and the reason is nothing more than 90% lucky.

"Ringing ringing!" The console landline phone flashed red, and the sound was particularly poignant, Richard raised his palm slightly to signal the jailer to stop, picked up the microphone, and his already tall figure suddenly became more and more straight, as if two invisible stone walls sandwiched him between him and had to be straightened.

"This person brings more risk than value! I am not sure how devastating this man will be if he falls into the hands of the Crusaders, Your Excellency! "Across a telephone line, Richard Solomon feet together, standing guard like a meticulous guard, it can be seen that the power represented on the other end of the phone, Richard is still arguing, trying to execute Simon on his own will, for him, the value of squeezing out is only secondary, the important thing is not to let the Solomon family make a profit. The four inverted pyramids lie in a little needle point, balance, balance is the creed.

"Your Excellency!" The pre-old medieval aristocracy was pale, and the silver-white outfit perfectly blended into Richard's blood-colored face, like a goose choked by the back of his neck, and Solomon Exe snapped out a few words, his wrists stiffened. "Yes, my lord, I faithfully carry out your commands, as you wish."

The phone was put back in place very slowly, and the public official, who was regarded as an iron rice bowl by the steel residents, first developed a pair of discerning eyes, the jailer clasped his thumb and index finger, and turned the steel drill in the shape of a roulette wheel, "Release him!" Richard said gloomily. He was very sure that the ability of bed bugs would never make the Franz family favored, and if he really had an old relationship with the chairman of the council, then the iron prison was insulated from bed bugs!

Value! Richard squinted slightly, maybe this half-dead bed bug can squeeze out a lot of unexpected value right now? "Return his personal belongings with him! Remember, one piece is not left behind! When the jailer heard the instructions, his face suddenly became bitter, this kid was so fat that his hands were slippery, and the cooked duck flew into his throat?

The jailer held Simon like a dead dog, every flesh, cell, and nerve was complaining of pain, a ball of white phosphorus bombs was fueled by the lungs, chest and abdomen, no matter the blood and white water could not be extinguished, the iron door clanged, Simon barely raised his head, Peter, whose eyes were swollen and only a slit remained, the young man dragged the ground with his knees and scratched his knees, and he suffered no less than Simon. The Star of the North, the first lesson taught Simon.

Simon had never felt so kind to the blazing sun, a bright red in the golden, the world turned upside down, and he lay in the kiss of cold and merciless steel. "Go home, let's go home." Simon wondered, his home, where did he come from? Lone Pine Town? Emar Fortress? Heathrow Air Base? Fort Kent? The answer is hidden in the serpentine vertical pupils that are infinitely close.

"Morfin, ah, it's you." One step away, the sun was unobstructed, and Richard stood in the eaves of the door with his hands in his hands, and at that moment, Adolfina in the desert was indeed a sand snake, she pursued a fatal blow, and hated dragging mud and water. The withered leaf snake is not, it is keen to strike and walk away in the shadows, and the venom accumulates little by little, and it has patience.

Adolfina held Simon, who had been arrested and imprisoned as soon as she entered the city, tortured for several days until she passed out, she touched Simon's almost dehydrated and wrinkled skin, whether it was flying confidence or pity and silence, she got a dying body. "How dare you!" Exposed to sunlight, the shapeshifter roared in anger.

There was an imperceptible thorniness in the corner of Richard's eyes, and his face was indifferent, and behind him was the Solomon family, which was in the Thirteenth Council, and he was not alone anytime and anywhere. "You should thank me."

"Thank you for what!" Adolfina bent her little finger and pried open the pure water pitcher to feed Simon, and Simon's belongings were thrown one after another, his gun, watch, backpack, and wallet? Sadly, there is not a single coin left. All the medicines that had been carefully saved were sold into the black market by the group of jailers.

"Your lover now has hands and feet, no less than a finger, an ear, and an eye." Richard smiled slightly. "So, you should thank me."

Adolfina's gown was slightly lifted to reveal a blade of cold light, and she said, "If you think there are too many parts, I am willing to give you a free plastic surgery, from top to bottom." ”

"Of course you can kill me to vent your anger." Richard said. "But then even Hydra will keep you, one thing is certain, your little lover is not a mutant with strong genes, he will die before you, if he can survive until that day."

Adolfina first tied the holster back to Simon's waist, the revolver loaded with bullets one by one, picked him up at the waist, and the princess picked up the knight, and turned away in silence, the black smock like a bird of paradise brushing off the sewage on the ground. "Here's another one!" Richard "goodwill" reminded.

A one-dollar coin was thrown in the air and was caught by a resident who had been lucky enough to get out of prison. "You, take him, follow me, and if you dare to do anything, I will open your heart." Adolfina didn't look back and said, how dare that person make a mistake in front of the mutants, and honestly carry Peter behind Adolfina.

A minute later, the jeep rumbled toward the Steel City neighborhood.

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The A-20 attack aircraft roared and flew through the sky, and one by one the thermobaric bombs cleared the attack route, I don't know if it was nervousness or some strange reason, in short, the visual mask raised a few traces of white mist, which is rare, but it does not mean extinct, Simon leaned on the trench and wiped the recruit's mask with his backhand. "First time on the battlefield?" Before the recruit could reply, Simon flew up and smashed the fool's egg into the mud. "Don't look up if you want to have your head!"

"A Siberian hunter can hit you in the center of the eyebrow from a kilometer away with a mechanical sight, and the left eye will never fly to the right eye." Simon coldly stretched out his hand to the recruit, Na Boy naively thought that the veteran was going to pull him, but Simon just took off his barrel protector and screwed it onto his gun, the veteran will never be a reliable weapon.

The thaw in the spring can change the power of modern warfare, but the soldiers' trenches are still full of mud, and they are tucked into the equipment by looking for seams, and they cannot be replenished with dry clothes for a few days, and a pair of trench feet are indispensable for retirement gifts. The air was slightly torn apart by the sound of sonic booms of large-caliber shells, and the long-lasting explosions could scare the recruits into weakness on their legs even after dozens of kilometers.

"First time on the battlefield?" Simon asked again, and the recruit shuddered and replied, "Yes." ”

"Look when we're attacking! The Allies have always struck first! Our land tanks! All-domain fighters! I must beat the old hairy man to the point of urine, shouting at my mother to go back to the rotten nest! "Recruits who go into battle for the first time are often terrified of the weapons of war, but they have a certain confidence in the prospect of victory, and ask questions with great eagerness, as if they could really kill an additional enemy.

"Maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year, maybe never attack." Simon shook off the dry mud stains on the M5 rifle and was even more enthusiastic about keeping the weapon running smoothly. There was no battle without death, and the war lasted for two years, and Simon struggled to get a sniper spot, and the first person to jump out of the trench was both a brave man and an idiot.

A beam of white light fell from the sky, and Thor threw down the war hammer, hitting the enemy position like thunder, and the earth trembled like a wave, "Space-based tungsten rod bullet!" "The recruits applauded, swaying around like seaweed, and didn't forget to ask for some verbal bargains." You look like a Virginian, you're from Richmond? The recruits made a fuss for a while, and when they found that no one responded, they squatted down, and the artillery fire was still being prepared, and the recruits came over to make small talk.

"Shut your mouth!" Simon said impatiently, but at this moment a sharp whistle sounded over the intercom and in the trenches at the same time, and the officer shouted loudly: "Attack, lad!" Offensive! ”

Simon counted the magazines intently, and the recruits were the first to crawl out of the trenches, and soon he was back again, with the remaining half of his body with a few strings of intestines, "Marlboro!" Simon's eyes lit up, and he emptied the recruit's trouser pocket and stuffed it back into his arms, and then he set up his sniper rifle. The gale wind from the low altitude of the attack aircraft swept away the smoke and added to the new flames of war.

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The line of sight stretched vaguely, at first it was white, then the palette of colors adjusted with new paints, and gradually it surrounded by small brilliant sparks, and the sun rose and fixed on the beige sconces that glowed softly. Simon opened his eyes and saw that, but he realized that all he could control was from the neck up. Will, will! He roared in his heart, hunger and thirst were more efficient than any whipping, and his arms succumbed to the control of the central nervous system, stretching one by one, and then raised, his fingers touching the bedside, the glass rippling, touching the base, and his fingers curled up.

"Ping!" The glass falls from the bedside and a glass of water seeps into the floor and eventually enters the water cycle, where it does not reappear or quench the patient's thirst until it trickles back into the Great Lakes. Draining all his strength in a split second, Simon stared at the ceiling until a glass of water was passed to his lips.

"Drink." The clear water entered his throat, and Adolfina helped him move his position slightly, and the white and red bandages were far less than Adolfina's white and tender face. "You have been in a coma for three days and two nights, and I went out to find a good coffin for you." The red-haired girl pursed the corners of her lips, her face was white, but the dust servant in the black smock could not go away for a while.

"Where's Peter?" Simon said, and the girl turned sideways out of the dresser and put on a light blush.

"Next door, not awake for a while." The girl looked as bright as a peach and naturally held Simon's hand. Said.

"You are my personal property, I don't allow you to die, you can't die."