Far away, still in the past.

A wisp of plain white cream fell on the surface of the liquid, and the dark surface of the coffee soon rose with an elegant and elegant pattern, which probably looked a little like a heart, but considering that the famous Hydra Gratheam at this time, drawn by the caretaker of the ninth poem, may not simply be regarded as a treat, a porcelain cup.

The lonely and empty tables and chairs were silently under the indifferent sun at noon, and the same faint sadness was overflowing, the lid of the pot was carved with the branches of the Oriental Panlong, and the tin pot containing black tea on the side was flaunting the glory of Britain for a hundred years, and then helplessly robbed of the brilliance of the ordinary mug in her hand, after all, people will only notice who is holding the cup, not the cup itself.

The wind chimes rang slowly under the dragon-shaped signboard, and the door was rarely pushed open, and a puff of phantom silver melted into the sunlight, then bright gold.

"Half a spoonful of sugar?"

"Black coffee."

"Sorry, it's just a little cold, please take care of yourself."

Vivien took a sip from her cup, the dark stain of water leaving a conspicuous mark on her pink lips, which would generally attract new Hydra who opened the door for the first time, and would always remember the first girl who was kind to her before Hydra's first class.

It's a pity that the visitor is not appreciative, nor is he stealing half a day's leisure, let alone sitting here and playing a game of bridge with like-minded people. Vickers Solomon picked up the tin pot on the table that was about to be blown away by the wind, and the slanted waterline faded into obscurity, until it was only half a little finger deep.

The three eye colors touch together.

"Vivien, I want to know where Elijah Solomon, my cousin, is."

It's just an ordinary shop run by an ordinary girl.

So she lowered her head again and took a sip, and the half of the green tea leaves hidden at the bottom of the cup blocked many of the astringencies that were deliberately concealed by the sugar and could not be stopped. Said calmly.

"I don't know."

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"My lord, there are signs of a large number of military personnel moving ahead, and traces of the heavy weapons of the Five Eyes Alliance have been observed." The hem of the gilly suit was still dripping with dirty water, and Pioneer Hydra brought up a piece of tentacle that had been shaved

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The head of the water ghost fish, with a starfish-shaped cross-sectional tear, is still dripping with juice that often changes color. But the Hydra, who are good at survival, can tell at a glance that such a bevel is the specialty of He and others.

"It's the Skullbreakers, they're coming sooner than they thought." Someone said. "They're supposed to start setting traps."

Adolfina hooked her fingers and took the head of the ghost fish that the pioneer respectfully knelt down on one knee, she sniffed it with her own wrinkled skin, and then said indifferently: "It's not the skullbreaker team, it's just a brand, it will be some curious Longhu troops, don't pay attention to it, once you find it." ”

"Kill them, skin them, and draw them."

The red hair fluttered wantonly, and he didn't realize that the words on his lips determined the cruel fate of many people. The only answer was silence, and the pure-blood Hydra departed one after another, heading for their final destination.

Serving Adolfina and the former, there was no longer a trace of dissent. The unchanging rule of the world is that the strong live, but it seems that they have all rejected the olive branch handed by the strong, but if everything is determined in this way, then there is no need for war.

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Simon, who disappeared in a moment, became an embarrassment for the reorganization of power. Searching and capturing has always been the strength of the Hydras. The instinct strengthened by the blood and soul of Hydra will easily guide the prey to the location, even if the prey is a little special, it will not prevent the feedback from coming, and the weight team with no shortcomings in melee and long-range shooting is anyone's nightmare.

Kingsley's catwalk was already cut off from sound, and half of his eyes had to be kept around to look around, lest Simon, who had the advantage of blood, launch a surprise attack. The executive can indeed be positioned, but if the official is to put himself in danger, what is the point?

Before setting off on the pursuit, all the team members carefully read Simon's actions in the Winter War, from the first snow ambush convoy, double sniper, ambush in the mines, to the escape of Mandsville and the final armored duel, all of which showed that Simon was an extremely tough and patient Ranger. It's just that the last piece of the puzzle is missing.

How did Simon, who was at the end of the crossbow and had a severed limb, chase the gun-knight, ran through more than ten kilometers of snowfields, and then killed him?

"You're leaving the ...... of remembrance," a sudden female voice broke the silence, and Kingsley turned his head abruptly, but he didn't

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Nine times out of ten, this kind of urgency is a small ploy to attack the west. Psychic communication is divided into two players, one-on-one is indeed not an opponent, but the cautious two-on-one is enough to hold out until the home team arrives.

No, I'll go personally. Kingsley decided to go and check it out for himself, his steps were slightly hurried, and the water waves under the edges reflected the cold and hard steel-colored bulletproof mask. The exposed concrete walls are not known to have been built before the war, or if they are fading over time. A fully reflective mirror door slid open and close.

"You're leaving the ...... of remembrance," another female voice sounded, and Mathilde, who was beside Kingsley, immediately turned around. The two of them moved on, flashing their own faces.

Scarlet had killed, and a bayonet was handed over to his face, and Kingsley leaned down hard and crashed into Simon's arms, who were hiding there and waiting for the rabbit. The bayonet missed the door of Mathilde by a fraction of a second.

The tight stacking of the other party has become a scattered difficulty, the narrow passage does not allow the two to move the space, the female Hydra, who is accustomed to using a spear, pulls out a short spear and returns the color, only to swing it in the air and is stopped by a great condensation force.

Simon unleashed a wave of psionic energy to defend him, while his fierce bayonet attack caused Kingsley to keep punching back. In this case, it is simply impossible to shoot! Once a shuttle hits a ricochet, all the people inside will die!

But Simon dared.

Simon withdrew the psionic wave, kicked Mathilde in the chest with one leg and flew out upside down, taking advantage of the gap of a second, Simon slashed his saber along his face and pulled out the python revolver only to his chest!

"Bang bang!" The revolver that was clasped around the wrist fired two shots in a row, grazing the blood stains on Kingsley's jaw, and the bullets reflected back and forth outside the concrete wall. Sparks flew around, but Simon stiffened.

Before Kingsley could be ruthless, Simon, who was hit by his own ricochet, slammed his forehead, grabbed Kingsley's hand and pulled and pushed, almost unloading his arm, and at the same time, the revolver fired several shots at Mathilde.

"Ding!" The bullet hit the tip of the short gun, a wisp of dark green mist soared out, and the holding could not turn into wrestling, and the female Hydra who was free of her hand flew over and kicked Simon away, and the two did not advance but retreated, grabbing the submachine gun on their waists and firing flat!

The dense rain of bullets ...... "Torrent" was suspended in front of Simon without moving, only cold eyes.

"Impossible! You clearly didn't give a soul! Kingsley shouted.

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