Midnight passed quietly, and the night wind that should have been soul-breaking this season was helplessly hidden in the overwhelming fireworks curtain, sometimes staggered and bright, sometimes single to the sky, and the festive paintballs jumped into the air, embellished with red and blue, and when it fell, it was only a sea of people boiling.

A wisp of gray smoke rose from his lips and dispersed in the mist, and the cigarette butt gradually burned to the end, Simon pouted, "It's just the right time." He said.

Indeed, the "Comanche" group rumbled by, and suddenly the three-plane formation went through the field in a decent manner, and the belly marker light became the most beautiful trajectory of the celebration, and the tail smoke came out of the air all the way, pointing to the end of the city that never sleeps.

Simon rolled over and jumped off the iron frame, and with a crisp "dang long" sound, he stepped on the cigarette butt and twisted the bolt to load with a "click", leaving only a pair of swarthy steel blue pupils exposed outside the ghostly mask painted gray and white, and holding the leopard-like tail upright rifle in one hand.

"It's our turn." Someone said. The sound of rustling was accompanied by the flickering of the ghostly figure, and Simon stroked the multi-functional mirror screen spectrometer with his other hand, half-lying next to the cement fence. "Visual Enhancement Launch, Scan."

"Target is landing, confirm visible ID." The technician added that the data poured out like a stream of water, creating a clear portrait independent of the eyepiece side. Simon calmly adjusts the magnification with one finger, and the pale green shallow vision in the visual enhancement will wear away a lot of insight, and at a distance of thousands of meters, even the difference in angles will eventually be lost.

The glorious night suddenly became indifferent, a Comanche became a new sun, slowly hovering on the building apron a kilometer away, Simon could even see the slender airspeed tube under the helicopter, he dialed the limit magnification, through the porthole, it was an angular pillar like the extension of the postmodernist building, a gloomy man's face.

"Thorns, here are vines, ready to receive feedback images." The headset rang, Simon was not in a hurry to reply, but locked the position, and said: "Received, synchronous transmission data, signal has been resolved." ”

The lock key drew the eye, and the man in the porthole had already called the guards to crowd towards the entrance of the building. "Identifying the ......" Simon frowned slightly, although before leaving, everyone remembered the man's face deep into the bone marrow

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It's to filter the screen spectrum analyzer, it's not cumbersome, it's just that man, it's more than a face.

Peaks fluctuate, approval anchoring, green light on. "Target proofreading, McCarthy Tyran, mission initiated." Simon pushed back the screen spectrum instrument, said coldly, behind the shoulder of the rifle, and turned back to look at the commandos hidden behind the ghost mask, these purple-blooded elites, who had traveled through many wastelands, just to take a person's head, and did not hesitate to throw their heads first!

"Ranger, get out of the way."

The Ranger clenched his fist and slammed it into his chest. "Unstoppable!"

The fixed hook thrower covered with oilcloth was unrestrained, and as soon as the handle was loosened, the whole thing was extended, and a four-way arrow the size of a football and a wire rope the thickness of an arm were coldly popped out, marking an unshakable straightening force, and Simon himself put his eyes into the hole, and the arrow shot out with a "bang", nailing the fence under the eaves of the top of the target building. It is only a few meters away from the apron guard area, but through the noisy celebrations, dark ropes, and figures, who can notice?

"Hook up." The variable zipline steps onto the top of the railing, and it is not difficult to see the huge portrait raised in the crowd of people swimming below. Josephine ~ We'll meet soon. Simon said silently, frankly, since the mutiny on February 26 back to the north, the entire Purple Blood Legion suddenly jumped and became a force that even the Thirteenth Council must be cautious of, in a sense, he is the highest force representing the Five Lakes, to this point, Simon naturally can't put his own lust first, after all, he is Purple Blood, and he is a member of the Nine Heads of Hydra - even if he temporarily strips away the royal character, it can't change the fact that he controls the main force of Hydra.

"Thorns, vines climbing down cliffs." The wind pierced the mask, giving Simon a cold ache that he hadn't felt in a long time. Mortal...... He thought so, and immediately slammed his palms at William, Peter, and Charlotte, who were already on the edge of the cliff a few steps away!

"Let's go!" I don't know where the night owl cried, and Simon jumped! Under 100 meters, the vicious wind fiercely resisted the rat groin, and the whole person was waist up, head and back feet, and then the three people followed, on it, centimeters away, is the difference between life and death!

Simon gripped the zipline in one hand and the IA rifle in the other, no matter how fierce the narrow wind was, he couldn't shake the muzzle of his gun. and William, who was neck and neck, looked at each other, and they were all indifferent. finger

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Tapping the release button, Simon said in a deep voice: "Three, two, one, get out!" ”

The axle wheel in the hook launcher stopped in an instant, and the four of them suddenly became falling! Drawing an arc of the aisle, the reflection of itself in the curtain wall crashes into Simon's pupils. "Tom!" A violent recoil force pierced Simon's head, and cracks appeared in the curtain wall, and Simon lifted the rope, his waist tensed, and he deftly hid himself in the shadows of the light, leaving only the steel blue hidden in the obscure night.

"The King of Spades." As soon as I threw out a good card, I heard a sound outside, and the guards in the curtain wall subconsciously touched the gun, and the guards who spent the night together threw down the cards, and those who were close to the curtain wall sighed, and then wiped it off with their sleeves, and what they saw was still layers of overlapping fireworks.

with a round of black holes.

"Puff~" Simon pulled the trigger several times. Quietly after the silencer was reduced, the tungsten core armor-piercing bullet cut through the curtain wall, Simon quickly pulled the steel rope, leaned slightly, the muzzle of the gun pointed obliquely, and in a breath, the guards in the building all burst out of their eyebrows, and they fell to the ground, only to see the red and white blood bubbling out of the scarlet sofa for a long time.

Simon bent his elbow and made a "push" gesture, and the axle wheel nailed under the baffle was released in a measured manner, and the crowd was at a ninety-degree angle to the curtain wall.

"At 11 o'clock, two enemies." Someone reported.

Simon glanced at the many neon scattered beams of light scattered in all directions, and only gently pressed his earphones and replied: "Light pollution, they can't see us, solve them one by one." After that, after crossing the next floor, the four of them were all extremely accurate in marksmanship, and the tacit understanding was excellent, just waiting to be locked, whether it was a gun guard or around the TV or a gambling table, it was nothing more than a bullet shot into the back of the head.

The corpses are all over the field, Simon who saw it sighed, and it has nothing to do with pity, it is just a pity, these Poseidon citizens who have been educated in elementary and middle shelters are simply the best soldiers in the wasteland, it is precisely because the Poseidon joint headquarters is reluctant to put it into the battlefield easily, so it is temporarily put in the rear, but who expected that Simon, who escaped not long ago, was so bold that he really touched it back.

The wrong camp...... Regret flashed, Simon put down the smoking rifle, and said in a deep voice: "The control center is on this floor, go." ”

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