"Your dad is so strong that he even has to walk around the road, how many people can he beat into a sieve with a two-pipe troll?" Simon held Peter's shoulder, shook it violently, stared at the young man's eyes, and said: "Hey, sniper, believe me, your dad will live well, you heard, Jonathan has another chance, in this half a year, as long as the two of us work hard to earn money and kill, we will definitely be able to bring your dad in." ”

The mature and fierce man who does not match his age is made into a mask and put on his face, once he takes it off, he is extremely vulnerable, Peter looked at the back of his father leaving stupidly, and gradually drowned in the noisy and endless queue of refugees for a kilometer, his pupils dimmed a little, Simon no longer whispered, bent his fingers and knocked Peter's brain, and shouted: "Obey the command!" Private of the first class! ”

"Yes, sir." The guy at the bottom of the army's food chain finally drove away the hard-won sadness, and the M16 "snapped" back behind his shoulder, knocking the nails of his trench coat clangling. A group of steel exoskeleton soldiers guarded the gate, and as the gear chain sour and astringent, a corner of the hexagram was missing, revealing the city gate, and the two of them got into the jeep and drove in at the first gear.

PASSING THROUGH THE GLOOMY TUNNEL, THERE IS A MINIATURE WEAPON PLATFORM HIDDEN BEHIND THE SOARING STEAM, NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE FLESH MORTAL TIRE STRENGTHENS AND MUTATES, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO HOLD ON TO IT FOR A SECOND IN CROSSFIRE, AND IT IS NOT DIFFICULT TO FIND OUT THAT IT IS A 37MM ANTI-ARMOR GUN, EVEN IF THE COMER DRIVES AN ABRAMS TANK, BEFORE THE FLANK ARMOR EXPOSES THE TAIL STABLE SHELLING ARMOR-PIERCING SHELL, IT IS A VERY RISKY THING TO HAVE A BAD INTENTION.

As soon as he crossed over, the inner urn city raised his rifle with a brush, "Boom! A green shadow swept through the field of vision, and the jeep door was thrown away like a saucer, so fast that Simon had no time to draw his gun to defend himself, the gale wind blew his forehead, and a huge miserable green fist stood still a centimeter outside Simon's temple.

Adolfina's two petite palms could barely hold the small half of the man's wrist, which seemed to be pure muscle fibers, and if the giant Jonathan was made of granite, then this man was eight feet tall, and the steel was twisted into a large cylinder. "Run!" Adolfina's pretty face flushed, apparently struggling, and the next moment, the other side of the car door flew out, almost against the back of Simon's head, embedded deep in the inner wall.

"Grimgo! The two of them are residents of Steel City! You don't have the right to kill them without a verdict! The green-skinned giant grabbed Adolfina by the waist like a chicken, but the girl with vertical eyes said without fear.

A pair of white fangs protruding from the outside, and a face with two bloody red copper bells behind the polished face of the grinding wheel, I don't know if they were born like this or were broken, the cavern exposed by the tilted nose bridge adds a point to the ugliness of the appearance, if it weren't for the similar body shape characteristics of a human, I'm afraid anyone who sees Grimgow at first sight will classify him as a mutant creature, but Tolkien's magical literature is truly reproduced in the wasteland, if there is still a generation.

Adolfina spun her body lightly, jumped on top of the giant's head, and had an extra revolver in her hand, which was Simon's python, and she said, "Do you need me to hammer your one eye so that you can be obedient?" ”

"Put down the gun!" Grimgow roared, and the soldiers rushed up, tying up Simon and Peter, without Grimgow's posture, he was arrogantly leaning over to look at the doll-sized Adolfina, and opened his throat, like thunder: "Where does the code shine, you know best, this time your blood food will not be so easy to get out, shapeshifter, do you think the people above will let you do whatever you want again and again?" ”

"Pop" backflip landed, and Adolfina turned her back to the giant, so that her face was hidden in the cloak. "What does the council mean or does Hydra mean?"

"Morfin, you always like to talk nonsense." With the strength of Grimgo's physique, the distribution of exoskeletons seems too pediatric. He casually lifted the two of them on his shoulders and said, "Boys, go!" ”

The silver-white python stood quietly at Adolfina's fingertips, the color of the vertical pupils flickered and changed, the jeep left by Simon was loaded with an attack motorcycle in the body, Adolfina snorted lightly and walked quickly.

Simon was shaken like a potato bag by Grimgow, and the ground was always cast iron gray, proving that he was still wandering around the city gates, and the voices gradually intensified, but it was not a dense and boiling bustle, but one after another shouting, whipping, and shouting, Simon struggled to lift his upper body, and a group of steel soldiers detained the prisoner through the street. "It seems that the second has entered the palace." Simon thought, due to the constraints of tradition, the censor can't arrest Simon in the audit road, and it naturally doesn't matter after entering the city.

Simon didn't think he had anything to do with the attack on the S3 caravan, but when he recalled the Talos officer killed in Black Mountain, some shadows crept up in his mind, and he was able to grit his teeth and get through, not knowing if Peter would be able to hold on.

Grimgow put down the two of them, and the guard beat them with batons and scolded, "Hurry up! "Prison, Simon has a bottom in his heart, and he exchanged glances with Pete and got a unanimous answer." Don't talk to each other! No peeking! The slightest resistance was a lesson, and Grimgow vanished, replaced by a flat-headed man with a cigarette and a scorpion tail tattoo on his neck.

"The inquisitor personally named the criminals who were sent." The flat-headed man was half leaning against the wall. "We didn't commit a crime, we're not criminals!" Peter retorted.

The flat-headed man waved his hand to stop the guards' impending beating, and the cigarette smelled suffocating, especially in a prison mixed with urine and feces, vomit, and rotting flesh. "Criminals? Maybe you're not a criminal, but you're a criminal. ”

"Wow!" The flat-headed man brushed away the ashes, exhaled, lit the flame, pressed directly on Peter's left cheek to extinguish it, and smeared it left and right, the face and the wall were like civilians and criminals in his eyes, there was no difference. "He's a tough guy." Peter didn't say a word, his face burned black, and his handcuffs trembled.

"What is this? Knife? The gate guards are getting more and more careless, and our walls have been built long enough. The flat-headed man took out the tungsten steel saber in his pocket, and the Taros warriors in Montenegro got it. The flat-headed man played for a moment, the tungsten steel matte material was quite extraordinary, and exclaimed: "Good knife!" ”

"The same place on your face, I'll poke the same mark with this knife." Once the young man is stubborn, he will not hit the south wall and will not look back.

"That shouldn't be useful now." The saber slashed at Peter's face until it was deep to the bone. "It's a pity, a handsome face, such a good thing to go to the ghost street to make ducks for a hundred at a time, boy, if you have a life to come out and have no money to spend, you can come to find Bob!"

"Phew!" Peter took a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and this time the flat-headed Bob did not stop the beating, muttering to lead the way: "Something that is not beaten." ”

The flickering fluorescent lamps hung feebly, the walls did not seem to be very soundproof, and the occasional dull beating of flesh accompanied by vicious curses, splashing of water, screams, flails, and even the smell of barbecue meat were obviously not good omen.

"This one!" Flat-headed Bob took the keychain and opened a foul-smelling interrogation room, where the guard kicked the two of them so hard that they staggered in, and the iron door was locked, and there was not a table or two chairs waiting for the "criminal", but two crosses.

The whip crackled with the joints, a pigskin apron that had lost its original color was tied to the belly of the cell head, two shaggy hands held a brine-stained cowskin whip and a barbed hook and chain whip on each side, and behind the butcher's iron mask, the butcher smiled excitedly and cruelly, licked his lips and said, "Ah, new criminal, do you two want to choose Miss Bikini or Miss Rose." ”

Before the "criminal" could open his mouth to answer, a sonic boom out of thin air, and even the hellish karmic fire could not catch up with the cowhide whip to pull it off his head, and a blood-stained gully immediately appeared on Simon's chest. "It's your Miss Bikini!"

"This is your Miss Rose!" ”

When Simon woke up and turned around, he couldn't see the pitch black of his five fingers, and there were marching ants crawling in his bone marrow, Simon groaned and tried to sit up, but when he raised his head slightly, he touched the boundary, and for a moment panic grabbed the heart of the Hundred War Rangers, confined? Coffin? Laboratory? Quiet enough that maddening darkness swallows away reason, Simon forces himself to resist the urge to open the AATS hour hand, but where does the strap feel like? It must have been swallowed by the jailer!

It's just confinement, it's just confinement, he told himself.

"Königsberg, Narvik, Gotland, Casablanca, South Ossetia, Emar......" Simon was calm, whenever he was irritable and cold, he pinched his wounds, war could not break his will, and so did the coffin! Simon counted everyone he sniped until he reached Casablanca, and the light came in and the jailer erected a puddle of muddy prisoners.

"Simon Hayes." The jailer tied Simon to an iron chair, and outside the tempered glass window was an acquaintance, the censor, the censor who ate mint hard candy, and he changed his uniform with blue edges on a black background, a silver and white uniform without wrinkles, two buttons of the same color on his jacket and two pockets, and his trousers were embroidered with red lines.

"I'm Richard Solomon, and we've met, at the gates, remember, Mr. Hayes." The light source in the back of Solomon's head made him look like an angel, and with wings, he looked even more like him.

The prisoner's eyes were blank, and the cold air from the vents didn't freeze him, and Richard put his hands on his hands and looked down at the valuable insect. Snipers, snipers from the pre-war army. Richard thought.

This is a mine, a mine that has thrown itself into the net.

"Mr. Hayes, if you still have your hearing, then listen carefully to what I have to say, it is important to you, to whether you can get out of this prison in good condition."

The prisoner's drooping head lifted a little higher, and then fell.

"Very good start." Richard said.

"In order to make the conversation more efficient, I have decided to offer a little convenience, and I think you will answer it, Mr. Hayes."

The moment the door of the interrogation room opened, a servant pushed the dining cart into the observation room, steaming hot steam out of the spout, the servant held the porcelain cup, and said respectfully, "Sir." ”

Richard sipped his black tea and said, "Sugar." ”