The pupils gradually dissipated, the deep purple gradually faded to steel blue, Simon looked tastelessly at the black-haired girl who was kneeling in front of her, feeding on his blood, maybe in her memory, the last second was still the earnest entrustment of her parents, with pity and hope to fall asleep, at her age, she must not understand what war is, what is the future, what is herself.

"My lord, this pure-blooded person's bloodline fusion is unusually good, she may be carrying solidified antibodies." The Scarlet Guards detected the girl's increasingly powerful heartbeat, and from the spectrum of Hydra's special instruments, it can be clearly seen that the invasion curve symbolizing Simon's purple blood is decreasing, and the girl's own vitality index is rising rapidly, if the normal value is 100, it is 50 when she first comes out of the sleep pod, and the girl is over 120 at this time! This means that her physique was already at the top level before the war.

"Inform the search team that the biochemical laboratory must be carefully searched, no agent is allowed to be missed, all sensitive charts are taken away, and the highest priority is still genetic engineering." Draenor instead looked slightly solemn, squatted down and gently pinched the tip of the girl's delicate chin, this is a Peugeot beauty with a goose egg face, small curved eyebrows, and a high nose bridge, judging from the black hair, the girl's ancestors are either the former masters of the Union - an Indian, but the face tends to be the Latin face of the Tiber region, that is, the girl's ancestors are likely to be Apennines.

A pair of scarlet pupils and a pair of brown pupils looked at each other, "Ahhhh

"I can't help myself." Draenor pulled off the girl's only mask, wiped the blood marks on his arm, ignored the girl's pleading gaze with cold eyes, and ordered: "Cuff her, put her in the restraint cage, move lightly, you still have to rely on this 'little princess' in the future." The Scarlet Guards all chuckled when they heard this, and the tip of their tongues swept their lips, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Draenor walked over the dense hibernation pod with his hands behind his back, and he looked up at the big one with admiration

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There are thousands of pure-blooded breeds. There are only two definitions of human beings by Hydra, pure-blooded and non-pure-blooded, with the former being the potential to be the same kind and the latter being classified as a beast. "The gods enter Valhalla." He thought to himself that many years ago, when he followed His Majesty Gao in the flank, he often heard His Majesty sigh like this, and at this time, Draenor, who felt that he was shallow and despicable, sincerely admired His Majesty's supreme wisdom.

"As for your ......" The captain of the Scarlet Guards glanced at Simon, who was on the verge of dying of blood, Draenor recalled the order of His Royal Highness the Regent, but after all, he felt that it was a pity to dispose of it like this, the hematopoietic potion was only used up halfway, even if there were really chasing soldiers, then he would have been deceived by the Crimson Guards to Fort Kent, thousands of miles away, and he had plenty of time, maybe he could be lucky again. If Hydra's blood is abundant enough so that pure-bloods and unionists don't have to fight over quotas, then there will always be less estrangement between the two factions.

"Destroy the hibernation pod from the end forward! Continue to draw blood until you run out of hematopoietic agents! ”

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The snow was falling, the ragged soldiers were wheezing and their guns were trudging through the ruins, a dome half-buried in the ground, and no one cared if there was rubble or old cathedral bricks that had been painstakingly worked out centuries ago.

They don't know each other, they don't need to know each other, in this flesh mill, the Iron Eagle Emblem is the best blind date, nine times out of ten it is the broken soldiers scattered from the front line, they have been hard to support for a long time, many kilometers. The smoke from the cigarette hung over the face, and it was probably the only bit of color.

The "Woo Boom Boom ......" The transport plane swept low at a low altitude and cut the piercing wind, and the soldiers suddenly came to their senses, pressed the walkie-talkie, and shouted loudly: "Air support!" Air support! "They were frantically waving their helmets, but they were helpless to watch the damn plane drift away." It's a vote! We're going to resupply! Supply! "Someone was so angry that he picked up his rifle and swept it at the plane.

"When the ......" was covered with ashes, helmets thrown at their feet, they sat against the base of the wall, the distance was smeared into patches of color by artillery fire, like some kind of apocalyptic ruling, and the flares hit the air one after another,

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Night battles, battles, day and night.

On the banks of the river, the cool breeze of the summer night is not comfortable, the sea water floods into the trenches, no matter how many composite boards are made up, the yellow mud blocks cannot be stopped, and the most precious dry land must be reserved for ammunition stored for the next battle, they hate the rain, they hate the sea breeze.

"If I had known that, I should have died in Berlin...... At least, where is my home......" muttered Brandenburg, who sat next to Simon, holding a rifle that might have been his affection for the rest of his life. The eaves of the helmet were dripping, and occasionally there was more dirt falling to the collar, Simon didn't say a word, just counting how many crumpled cigarettes he still had, and when the next airdrop would come.

It was as if Domino had been overthrown, and one after the other was muttered from the bottom of his heart. "I'd rather die in Essen." "Dresden." "Poznan." "Berlin." "Hamburg." "Dortmund."

"I should hold Strasbourg ...... death" Finally, someone cried bitterly, and everyone fell silent, this group of soldiers who had lost their homeland knew that fifty kilometers before the trenches was the homeland of the weepers, the homeland.

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"I should have died in Königsberg...... Simon whispered, his lips already burning and his eyes glazed over.

"What did this guy say?" Draenor has examined one after another pre-war pure-bloods who were dragged away and thrown away, full of cruelty and wantonness, in Steel City, or anywhere in the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, which pure-bloods are not famous families, weak but not afraid of power, not afraid of power but not understanding.

"I'm dying." The Crimson Guard replied. Draenor regretfully swept through the cryophores, which were still a thousand in number, and the psychic communication was so badly damaged in the shelter in the high-grade radiation field that the walkie-talkie could barely reach the periphery, and Draenor asked, "Did you find the lab?" ”

"The cooling lines here are very long! My lord, we're trying our best to grab it! As soon as he put down the walkie-talkie, Draenor immediately shook his head, his face turned blue instantly, and he the walkie-talkie again, shouting, "Talk back!" Back! ”

IN RESPONSE TO HIM, IT WAS A 5.7MM POINTED BULLET.

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