A drop of purple blood fell into the pool, if you look at it according to ordinary people's thinking, a drop of blood in such a torrential rain, probably not even a trace of red line will disappear without a trace. But this drop of purple blood, it should be said that this purple blood has just accumulated, and it has been falling into the pool, falling into the bottom of the pond, until those vortices continue to peel off and disintegrate it, and it finally holds its head high and unloads its arms.

The "Kick Kick ......" shell hook pulled out the shell shell one after another, pushed it into the air from the shell window, and the gunpowder gas erupted, driving the warheads one by one to shoot at the other side. In the fleeting illusion, the delicate recoiling spring seems to be able to press back infinitely as long as there is a reaction force.

An empty magazine fell, and a bloodied hand grabbed the next polymer magazine and snapped into the receiver without any fuss. With his keen combat sense, Simon didn't even pull the handle, and continued to shoot, keeping the fire suppressed, moving forward step by step. He knew that the last bullet, not reserved for himself, was meant to allow the enemy to roll back into the gods they believed in more quickly.

His pupils were still purple, and the AATS that swept in like waves seemed to be completely solidified in his mind, and in his blue and purple vision, everything was drawn in a line that could be analyzed. The pistol bullets that rained down, the purple poncho that was kicked into the ditch, and the Hydra who hibernated on the roof of the shed could not escape his eyes.

In the dark and damp streets of Area F, a red shirt torn by a firefight flew into the sky with a thunderbolt, crossed the stacked container building with the highest tower, and slammed into pieces and turned into fireworks. The muzzle of the gun roared, shuttling through the rain, and the night wet Simon's field green spring camouflage body armor, he pursed his lips, the indifference in his purple eyes corresponded to the purple poncho running around, and their screaming lips condensed into an "F", maybe "forward", maybe "fall back". Their flowing veins mingled with the water. A sharp bullet burst into the eye socket of a purple poncho, and the trigger that was randomly pressed tilted towards the sky, sparking a circle of sparks on the F-zone iron plate.

"Cross!" The purple ponchos, who were responsible for blocking in the middle of the F section, gestured tactically and tried to build a line of fire, at least to delay the purple pupil's advance. All of the city's official members were now in the Great Hall to witness the sudden nine-song ceremony, and they had to hold it off, even if it cost their lives, before the news reached the puppeteer's ears.

After filling the magazine in the MK18 melee rifle, the purple ponchos went out to shoot with their probes alternately. The curfew in Steel City was a complete non-existent in the eyes of the Hydras, and the Combined Security Force, who used to hear gunshots like dogs smelling meat, was nowhere to be seen. With the equipment of the security team, which was only enough to deter the unarmed and flat-headed people, when they heard this level of military rifle fighting, they didn't dare to come out and stick their heads out.

"We can't hit him!" Someone shouted in despair, indeed, all the bullets fired at the purple blood were submerged in the rain. The standard Soul Repeaters in the Hydra Commando are also unbelievable, and the captains in charge of the Battlefield Posture are all from the Marginal Sect of one of the Nine Songs, and they are born with the mark of the Union. The Repeater knows best how much Psychic Waves it takes to get the Kinetic Bullet off its tracks! If it was Lord Menendez at his peak

Period, that's it!

"Heavy bomb! Get the bazooka! "The puppeteer's order to capture the puppet in the middle of the night has been completely forgotten." Da! Another assault specialist Hydra was shot and fell, dragging over the corpse and sighing to dodge, seven people had already been killed in battle, and the two squads were stunned that they couldn't stop the purple blood. All of them were shot impartially, and the chance of rescue did not exist.

"We need reinforcements! Reinforce! The panicked voice in the walkie-talkie flew out of the rain curtain and fell into the M area a few minutes away, and was immediately overwhelmed by the suppressive barrage.

……

The Hydrera Chamber in Area M, the Council of Nine.

The candle shadows are mottled, and the huge round table is covered with sparse and shaky shadows, sometimes standing and sometimes rickety, sometimes it can be held to the sky, sometimes it is also languishing, the candle tears are rolling down one by one, and the half-burned candle cannot provide enough light. By the dim light, on the side of the round table, there was a piece of white paper, which could not distinguish any color, at most I vaguely saw that it was a sketch drawn with a pencil and a simple pencil, which seemed to be scribbled by people when they were bored, but no matter how the big man moved, he would always be over-interpreted, and besides, between light and darkness, he could clearly distinguish whether this was blue and black, or purple and red?

"We have to see this reality! Without the help of worldly forces, we cannot achieve absolute superiority over the Divine Circle! A weak but determined baritone voice permeated the secret room.

"Blasphemy! We are the chosen ones! How can it be compared to the traitors of the Empire! Where is your heart? ”

"My heart is pure! Is it so difficult for you purebloods to see the reality clearly? It's you! ”

"Reality! The reality is that we are the future! God doesn't need to compromise with man! We are Olympus! ”

"Jupiter still needs to be cautious!"

"Bang!" With the sound of a hammer, ending the "tradition" of the two factions talking about endless attacks on this occasion, the Regent of Hydra, whose face was still indifferent and black mist, gently lowered the hammer, and a round of hideous Hydra insignia shone behind his shoulder, symbolizing the absolute rule of Melissa Ratham in the absence of His Majesty the High King. "Quiet! This matter will be discussed later! The theme of this meeting is the new Raider! ”

Indeed, there should have been nine people here, and even if McPhedion the Hungry came with an illness, there was still a high-backed seat. The position of the Raider in the Nine Songs was vacant for several months, but according to Hydra's custom, His Majesty was to preside over such elections himself, but His Majesty was not allowed to return from his travels. The duration of the meeting shall be determined at its own discretion.

Looking around the nine seats, there were few people to see, and the tame, puppeteer, Duforun, was curled up in the chair like a baby, and his grotesque eyes could only look under the round table, so the puppeteer's eyes were full of the white and smooth arcs of the shapeshifter Adolfina Morfin.

"Roland has already died in battle, as the assault of Hydras's attack and assault, the new assault must be selected from the range of the four powers, therefore, I propose that Maretta Dietrich should be the assault officer!"

Two handfuls of rat whiskers grew on the meat waves, and the puppeteer listened proudly to Menendez's righteous declaration at the bottom of the round table, and opened his mouth to say, "Second! ”

"Seconded!"

There were only two voices of approval.

"Against!"

"Against!"

There were only two objections.

Adolfina had a blue face with her fingers crossed, her red lips pursed very thinly, and her bright snake eyes were deflected towards Vivien, the caretaker, who had half-closed eyes and seemed unaware.

"Dietrich's fourth ability is unstable, and he has not been refined by the nine first missions, how can He De take on such a high position? I'm proposing that Seth Zero be the new Raider, that's appropriate! The One with a Thousand Faces opened his mouth.

Again, the same "Agree! "Against! ”

In the past, there were probably three "yes" and three "no" each, and they did not give up until the Lord Regent demanded an end, but the raiders died in Harrisburg, and the hungry and thirsty were severely wounded at the base of Marcy Hill, and they were almost crippled today. It's as if nothing has changed. However, politics is like a battlefield, and no one will show their cards in advance.

The marginal man clutched his fists, coughed and stood up, and said lightly: "Since this cannot be put on hold, I propose a new meeting project, and I demand a full trial of Adolfina Morfin's murder, escape, and collaborating with the enemy!" ”

The flame in Morfin's eyes was constant, and she listened quietly to the gushing statements of those on the edge. As soon as Menendez was temporarily over, the regent said, "Is there any evidence?" ”

"Behind the door."

"Adjournment."

……

The rain curtain continued unabated, and Simon smashed the walkie-talkie with one punch, along with the head of this purple poncho. He slammed his head and let all the pistol bullets hit the dragon scale armor body armor without getting anything. What should have been holding him back only further fueled his rush speed, and with each shot, Simon was one point faster. Until the end, a train crashed into and killed the mantis arm bearer.

"Click......" Simon gradually released his fist, and in silence he took off his shattered ballistic plate, collected his ammunition, and continued his march towards Area M with a steady step. The rain washed away his exhaustion, brightened his fireworks, and left behind the neighborhood where 190,000 residents of Steel City lived, and the thunder rose and fell.

Tonight, there are more than one flames.

Simon ran along the axis of the city, and there were two ways from Area F to Area M, one was to cross the ten-kilometer-long breeding area in the city and withstand the countless hyena attacks, and the other was to climb the high-speed taxiing station, through part of the ruins of the old city, and go straight to the outskirts of Area M, which was equally dangerous, but it was fast and fast, and it was indeed unbearable if it were not for the blood of Hydra.

Simon's hands were stained with the blood of no less than twenty Hydra ponchos, and if he had been commanded, he would have died, but there was one of the commandments that said.

If the other is not inferior first, you have the right to fight back with your life.

This time, there was only one person in the rain blocking the way. The rainstorm was pouring down, and the clothes were not wet, and the ordinary and unknown man looked at Simon who was walking up the gentle slope lightly, and said, "You came earlier than I thought." ”

"Is this important?"

"Get out of the way."

The extremely tall glide tower has only two parallel lines and only two latches, which is not flying with wings, but with wings. The gliding tower was behind the man, which became his note. He said, "I am Maretta Dietrich, and if you survive tonight, you can give this name to the Transfiguree, if Adolfina Morfin was still nine." ”

Simon's footsteps did not stop, and his eyes were pure purple. "I don't remember the names of the dead."

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