A scorching sun was setting.

No one can calculate how much yield the nuclear explosion released on the day of the verdict, but in terms of the nuclear winter that lasted for 20 years after the end of the day, this is by no means a small amount, and the craziest tsarist hydrogen bomb in human history is nothing more than a drop in the ocean in the face of the fateful verdict day. Whether it is the pure-bloods of the Vault who have escaped deep underground, or the wastelanders who have survived on the surface and gradually become alienated, they have all wondered how many nuclear weapons have been stored by humanity that are so ruthless that they can destroy their fellow citizens and themselves at the same time.

This will always be a puzzle.

Walking in the wilderness, there are probably only a few most important things: a kettle filled with pure water, the meaning of water is needless to say, any water source and river with a little pure value in the wasteland are firmly controlled by major forces, independent companies, and city-states, and if you want to replenish it, you must spend real money, as for the price, it is naturally to sit on the ground, an armed caravan with guns, a wasteland who is about to die of thirst, who can squeeze oil and water better?

A pair of durable boots, a large thick cape, dust towels, leggings, and finally, a gun.

Simon pulled the scarf a little and poured saliva, no more, no less, just enough to relieve his throat, and the most important thing was that there was not a drop left. High-top boots step through the sand, especially large rough rocks, which can easily sink into the foot, and how to find a safe and fast path is also something that the wastelander must carefully investigate.

Just like that, a stream of wind and sand crashed into Simon's mouth, he won't be stupid to grin and clean it up with great fanfare, this will only fill another pile, Simon's steps are not slow, the steel blue eyes hidden in the goggles are not low, and his cheeks turn, he directly swept the sand and dust to the bottom of his tongue with his tongue, and waited until he had saved enough, or when he got to the place where he was sheltering from the wind, he could spit it out.

Sezi, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his fist and signaled to stop, needless to say, the Hydra Four Ability, who was many times stronger than Simon's Five Senses Enhancement ability, was using a unique method to determine the dangerous distance, but this did not mean that Simon had the opportunity to take a temporary rest. On the contrary, it is necessary to be more vigilant.

Because they stopped, a sniper knew that a stationary target was always a target.

The ankle-length tan cloak is a small shelter from the wind and sand during the day, and when the sun sets, it is used to keep warm, and dozens of meters away, it is impossible to tell what weapons are hidden under the cloak.

Hydra is indeed an expert in this regard, a P90 with a long arm is perfectly hidden in the inner lining, and as for the 5.7 bullet that is difficult to replenish, for Hydra, who has a firearm specialization skill, it is nothing more than spending more than ten seconds to change the bolt components. Another meaning of connoisseur is that if you want to have, you can have it.

This time Seitz seemed to have been observing for a longer time, Simon simply fell into the mud and sand beside the roadbed, and when he came into view, it was pale yellow, and the wisps of sand line that swayed with the wind did not pass the hillock, not to mention that the desert was so serious, but it was undeniable that it was no different from the nomadic grassland in autumn.

If another resident had just thawed out of the Vault for the first time, he would have guessed that this would be the plains along the Ohio River in the Old Union Lands, and that it would have been a swamp just a month ago.

The rainy season has passed, and it is summer.

"It's getting closer." Finally finishing his survey, Sez twisted his fingers over the decades-old road, rubbed some mud, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then dusted it off and said, "Go fast, we'll be to Columbus in three hours." ”

"Then keep going." Simon moved his muscles and shook off his smoky sand.

Except for these few words, the two didn't say a word more, and they opened a few meters away from each other and looked at each other's sides. The road under the feet is not wide, and it is only a single lane, which proves that this is nothing more than a county road, thanks to a comprehensive overhaul of the national road system by the Union government before the war

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The tradition of the family has made more than half of the asphalt road persist until now, don't think about opening to traffic, but you don't have to pave a road out of it, it's good to have traces to follow.

Both were Hydra, and their enhanced five senses were maximized in sight and hearing, and in what they saw and heard, the sound of cow moos and locomotives often drifted over and away, and without vegetation to obstruct them, the sound traveled far away, which meant that there was another, higher-level avenue within a kilometer or twenty at most.

Interstate 70.

The pre-war history of the interstate, which basically traversed the east-west direction of the old Union, from Pennsylvania on the East coast to Utah in the middle of the Rocky Mountains, is seen as a western blood transfusion road as important as Highway 77 connecting the Black Mountain Free Zone. Since 30 years ago, the Great Lakes Industrial Region has been struggling to create two roads, Highway 77 to trade back grain from the South and Highway 70 to bring back oil from the West, the blood transfusion artery that holds the Star of the North together.

Simon and the others didn't have the courage to run Highway 70 to swagger by, after escaping from the Mandesville Vault, Simon didn't know what happened to Sezi's side, but he knew that he was definitely in the crazy pursuit of the Union, and Highway 70 was not only the Wandering People's Group, but also more Steel City affiliated organizations, Simon, who owed a debt to the Iron Army and Longhu, was having a headache at this time, Hydra and the Army? You can't mess with either of them!

Steel City can still be regarded as an old nest, such as Ford City, Mill City, which is only slightly smaller than Steel City, and more than a dozen franchised city-states rely on Route 70 to trade, they are giving face to Hydra, which also depends on who is in charge of Hydra now......

Dare to make a move against the Scarlet Guards, it is equivalent to challenging the authority of the regent, when he thinks of this, Simon really has a chill down his spine, he is worried about Adolfina, and Pete and his party, who have not been out of the city for a long time, and tearing their faces with the United faction, and there is only one final outcome.

War.

All kinds of fatal things are entrenched in my heart, and they actually dilute the fatigue of the day, and if you count the abduction of the Solomon family, it will be even more exciting.

Both of them had each other's troubles, and naturally they refused to say a word more than the necessary information, and it had been four days since they had set out from Mandsville, and it was not easy for them to be forty or fifty miles a day by the standards of a ranger, especially on the back roads, where coyotes were gradually appearing, and they were neither predators at the top of the food chain like demon eagles and wild bears, nor were they reckless. Simon lost count of the number of cracks in the highway he had walked through, until his mouth was filled with the smell of alum, and at last he saw a few traces of fireworks as the day drew to a close.

"Pointing at the trigger." For the first time in the afternoon, Sezi said that people do not simply mean life, and those who did not understand this truth have long since abandoned the wilderness, and they are close to Columbus, an important neutral city-state in the northern industrial region, but people are more familiar with another name than this name. "Grave citadel" (Tombstone ramparts)

Grave and girm, a Columbian proverb, is a fortitude to survive in a city full of tombstones.

The gloomy ruins of reinforced concrete stand beyond the skyline, and the rainbow light of the setting sun is strangely plated with three layers of color, the top layer is dark and dark, and the next layer is the powder blue that will not fade after the light returns, especially shocking the traveler's spirit, and the next layer is still dark without saying.

The imprints of the Winter War are still strong, the dense bones in the wilderness tell at a glance that they are not only mutant creatures, there are no mass graves or anything like that in these years, guns and ammunition are recovered, and the temporarily recruited homeless people are not worth the extra scrap metal outside the shovel, and the rutted marks of the heavy chariots tell how cruel the last war was. In the battle of Columbra, the Northern Alliance successfully pinned down the main force of the Harrisburg Crusaders with a small number of troops, and was able to free up their hands to launch a movement war and attack the rear.

Similar to any wasteland city-state, Columbus was built as well

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Towering over the city wall, Simon and the others rushed to the city gate before the complete sunset, and paid twenty yuan to enter.

"Thirteen black stars will be engraved here soon." Wrapped in heavy cloaks, the two watched coldly as a column of military vehicles drove in, all of which were heavy trucks registered by Steel City, and the tug-of-war had greatly damaged Columbus's vitality, and even the construction materials had to rely on the aid of the Union District. Seth said lightly and disappeared into the shadows of the city gate.

Indeed, with air superiority, the city walls were at most a target, and the street fighting destroyed the new city that the Columbians had built on the right bank of Lake Aaron Creek after the war, which was one of the few freshwater lakes without a large lake demon, and was more than a little stronger than the Hoover Reservoir next door, and the Columbians once outperformed Ford City by selling water and eating the lake, ranking second in the league. Unfortunately, it's all in the past. Columbians used to love the site of Interstate 71, but now it's a mixed bag.

The two hid at the entrance of the street and alley, waiting for the patrol to pass through the stacks of virtual light and real shadows, the lake wind was violently trying to pull off a few poor kerosene lamps, Simon looked at the trade union hall silently, it was about to reach the curfew point, and Longhu would not be bored to touch this moldy head, there were few people. But according to the three trips in the morning, noon and evening agreed before, Simon's people should have appeared at this time.

"Where?" There is always a head to go around, Simon's eyes lit up, his chin was raised, and with a whistle, the two shadows in front of the trade union hall were stretched extremely long in an instant.

"Peter......" Simon gave the white trench coat boy a bear-like hug, but the people next to Peter were a little angry, Peter glanced at Sezi, who was also angry, and introduced: "David, David Deward." ”

Dward stretched out his hand and squeezed out a poker-like smile: "The CEO asked me to say hello to you." ”

Simon suddenly stiffened a little, this is a person from Longhu, Hank Prince really has a keen sense of smell, and he couldn't find Simon himself, so he directly glued people to Simon's team, Brigadier General Ledoux forcefully inserted between the agreements If Simon recruits people, he must use the Steel Ranger or the Dragonlake team, otherwise everything will not be discussed.

If you don't have to talk about it, Simon won't be stupid enough to dismiss the face of Longhu at this time, he shook Deward's hand tightly and replied, "My honor." ”

Until the person left the corner of the alley, no one noticed that there was a second person next to Simon.

Entering the safe house, the core members of Simon's team did not fall behind, and they all "taught" Simon in their own way one by one, dragged them here without saying a word, and arranged them to Columbus a few days in advance, which not only required an old punch, but also a bottle of spirits.

Longfor's liaison officer was only Dward, who showed the signal and naturally retreated, Simon looked at a pair of gray outside the door, flashed slightly, a spiritual message passed through Simon's mind, the door was closed, and everyone in the room immediately yelled and dragged Simon to the wine table, shouting that since the person who wants to be the boss comes back, he has to do it on the alcohol level first.

After pouring several bottles of pure stuffed vodka in a row, the elite mafia sent by Andreotti, the king of the backstreets, was stunned that he couldn't win this blue-eyed boy who didn't look burly enough, and gave a thumbs up to show his convincing.

Ramirez lifted the blindfold, the golden eye swirled in his palm, and said, "Commander, this time you have recruited the mercenary elite of the backstreets, and Longhu is also willing to help, what are you going to do?" ”

"Or boss, what did you do?" Marco laughed loudly, only to be slapped into the barrel by Jonathan.

Simon took a sip of ice water in his glass, his eyes were full of reluctance when he was parting with the red-haired girl, he snorted, and the smell of alcohol he spit out was like a dragon's breath, Zhibao hit it, it could definitely ignite, and the left wheel knocked on the log table and said loudly.

"The cold night is getting longer, and the wolves are still hungry ......"

"I'm thirsty for blood!"

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