Simon ended the AATS overload and pulled out the saber that had pierced the snow fox's jaw, and he glanced at the lonely town sign. I could vaguely distinguish a few letters, but it was impossible to reinterpret the pre-war name. Simon pulls out the reflector and shakes it three times every three seconds, and the town's church bell tower glows.

"I have to choose a place so far away...... Simon complained wordlessly, and he stepped through the gloomy town by the neck of a dead snow fox, so that the pre-war towns abandoned by nuclear radiation abound in the wilderness, either as a nest of mutant creatures, or as a survivor of robbers or outcasts at different times.

The biological nerves of the night demon queen give Simon an extremely keen sense of hearing and smell, and there is a faint snow fox in the northeast corner of the town, and the number is not too much, according to the female snow fox in her hand, it is estimated that there is only a litter of cubs left to be fed, and the fate of the snow fox cubs has been doomed after losing the protection of their mother in the cruel winter.

In order to avoid the tracking team sent by the Crusaders recovering from the ambush as much as possible, the sneak attack team scattered and returned, and Simon had to go around a big circle alone because he was the farthest away from the main battlefield, although it was completely dark, and the living corpses instinctively haunted at night, which made Simon a little confused about whether he was a human or a ghost.

Either way, the night became Simon's home turf.

With his mastered shimmering vision, Simon soon arrives at the abandoned church. "It's me, put away the gun." Simon whispered into the intercom, and the chapel opened a crack in the door, and sure enough, the muzzle of a gun poked out first. "Boss?" Marco saw the appearance of the person who came, and then lowered the M27.

"Add food." Simon threw in a snow fox the size of a family dog and counted the number of people in the church. "What about Diaz and Peter?" Simon shook the gray snow in his gear, the wasteland ice and snow were not romantic at all, anything that passed through the radiation clouds was contaminated with enough radiation sickness factors, and every time he carried out a snow mission, he had to knock a few pieces of anti-radiation.

"The two of them are on the first shift at the bell tower." Marco couldn't wait to cut off the snow fox's fur with a dagger, hollow out the entrails, and within a minute was on the grill, the cockscomb-headed mercenary replied as he sprinkled the ingredients.

Simon looked at the nailed windows around him, and then sat cross-legged by the campfire, the raging fire dispelling the cold of the winter moon. "You're all back, aren't you?" Simon took off the kettle and poured a glass of boiling water, covering his hands. Jonathan snorted loudly, no wonder the giant man was so tired, and if he carried the M2 machine gun, he had to eat a bullet chain in the backseat, and his bones would not fall apart, even if he was strong.

"Chief, you're the last one to come back." Garcia maintained the M27 rifle and carefully applied the gun oil, the M27 craftsmanship was rigorous and not so squeamish, but these steel mercenaries who came from the mountain of corpses and blood could not afford a good gun, thanks to Simon's cheekiness to find Vivian, the cat-eared maid sighed and used her relationship to borrow ten sets of T2 weapons from Longhu, warning Simon to look at Adofina's face, and waiting to pay 30,000 yuan if it was broken, so that Simon could only nod to the uncle with cat-eared leopard heart.

Simon recalls that he had foolishly said that he would pay back Adolfina 200,000 yuan as a life-saving grace; Putting aside the implications, it seems ridiculous now, and if it weren't for Hydra, he would be no different from these mercenaries who fight for their lives.

"We should strike while the iron is hot and eat the group of dizzy turtles in one fell swoop, the chariots have been bombarded by us, what are dozens of flies afraid of?" Fachtli cut open the can, and shouted as he picked up the piece of meat with the blade.

"Eat your meal." Marco slapped his palm on the back of the stunned guy's head, and the blade instantly cut a shallow line of blood on Fachitli's cheek, "Hit?" Just know to work hard! There are more than 50 crusaders below, and they really think that they are piglets from the farm waiting to be sent to the slaughterhouse? It's just that more than fifty pigs let go of the catch, can you catch it before the Crusader reinforcements? "Marco has a bit of a hatred for not being made of steel. Simon understands this feeling, except for Jonathan and his son, Marco, and Ramirez, Simon is not very familiar with him, and he is all recommended by Marco, who has been in the mercenary world of Steel City for many years, relying on a generous salary. For them, the difficulty of the task is not important. According to Marco, who is over forty years old, he said: "It's all the same life, why don't you go if you have more money?" After taking the money, I can let my wife and children live a stable life for a few years. ”

It is true that before Simon's departure, Hydra's co-ordinator, Ear Alexander, had declared that all Hydra reserve members had been given the same mission, that is, to attack as many convoys as possible from the Crusaders to the front line of confrontation with the Iron Army, and that the greater the success of the attack, the more complete and solemn the ceremony of the full members, and the greater the hope of developing strong abilities. But against the number one military organization in the wasteland, the Scarlet Crusaders who once independently suppressed the steel city to cut off the trade routes, and relied on a ten-person team including himself to attack and harass the crusaders with more than 10,000 troops, there is no doubt that this is an out-and-out mission to death.

"Choose, go, or, don't go, I hope, you don't go, so that Adolfina Morfin will choose me." The long ears look like elves, but the words are so dry that they are like those of dwarves, and the most taboo thing for men is to be told no in person, whether this is a trick or not, this is still a single choice question. If he does not pass the test of full membership of Hydra, then Simon will always be a tool at the bottom of the wasteland, yes, in the eyes of Solomon of the thirteen families of the council, there is no qualification to be a human being.

I am a Ranger, and the Ranger has stepped on the hardest road, and the road belongs to me alone. Simon said silently, calming the trembling spirit that had just warmed up, and seven or eight pairs of eyes were looking at him, waiting for Simon to give an explanation of his next move.

Simon stared at the wet gloves that had melted the snow, he took them off and put them on his lap, and said: "We have done a beautiful job, we have killed at least twenty or so crusaders in three minutes, killed the chariots, and bled hard, according to the crusaders' creed of revenge, we must have strengthened the defense of the convoy, and maybe we will have to pull the net to search for suspicious locations, count the equipment in the past few days, rest and be on standby, and then look for the opportunity until the blizzard passes." ”

Since the employers who paid the money had decided to do so, the team members were naturally happy, knowing that they had only taken half of the advance payment, and the remaining 5,000 yuan had to be returned to the city in full to receive it. It just so happened that Marko's roasted snow fox meat was thin and oily, and the relaxed team members focused their attention on the meat skewers.

"Are you really going to sleep these days?" Goldeneye has always preferred dark corners, and when Simon lays down in his bed, Ramirez is as close as a shadow.

"Otherwise, do you want to freeze to death in a blizzard?" Simon said with his eyes closed, clutching a bone spur.

"I don't believe it." Ramirez's golden eyes reflected a brilliant and gray light.

Simon flipped it and said in a muffled voice, "Whatever you want." ”