Five o'clock in the morning.

The first rays of sunlight have risen above the horizon for a few moments, and there is still a faint meaning, but for McCandillis, this is the best camouflage color, and the misty spectrum is reflected in him, and the "ponchos" of the dozen or so purple ponchos behind him are not reflected in a single bright color, but they can be rendered like night ink, soaking the marrow of the viewer.

This is Hydra's purple poncho. Once the Hydra Executives dispatched this tactical organization that was almost as famous as Claudia and the Stormstorm Lake Commandos, it was not only the cunning entanglement of these purple-black vanguards comparable to the most elite sergeants of mankind. Always, always, the most terrifying thing is the Hydra squad that follows like a raging sea and sometimes sucks blood.

McCandles, draped in a semi-optical camouflage cape, is close to perfectly concealing the wearer in his surroundings, as light as a shadow lynx, occasionally flicking a small badge under the heavy collar. A skeleton, not the usual hydra.

They are the creators of thousands of skeletons under the Hydra. They are the Skeletons.

Even the sentinels who looked at the falcon did not have a chance to see the twisted and flickering lines in the air, and the mutant species that had risen in the morning to hunt his head hesitantly twisted his neck, and he got nothing but an indifferent and strange aura, and he was cautious by nature and immediately put away his claws and legs. The first thing to do is to abide by the creed of survival: don't provoke something behind the fog.

The lake wind ruffled the pool of water from last night's new rain, and McCandless mastered every inch of his physical strength, and with a light leap, like a swallow, swept over the water that swept through the ruined street, and leaped into the shadows of the corner. He didn't need to make any gestures, just to make a slow shuttle out of the downtown area, which had been marked "Near South" on the pre-war map.

He moved skillfully along the shadows along the road, and a prelude passed, and McCandless immediately covered the earth wall with his palm, and the light and shadow climbed in place, and the snail grass vines on the wall seemed to be windless and still, and even the hairs were untouched. By the time the first baby frog lion emerged from the manhole, the pair of compound eyes the size of copper bells had a 360-degree view of its daytime hunting grounds, and it clearly observed that the acidic secretions that were deliberately spewing out were intact. The froglion, which was nearing adulthood, was confused and dived back underwater. The mane that circles the skull is very spiritually tied into several strands, and blooms into nothing

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A few small rings pushed the frog lion to disappear to the bottom in an instant.

The sun shone brightly, and the ghosts clinged to the bricks and tiles during the day, and a few folds that seemed to have dug out a real corner were highlighted, and McCandless unveiled his face like a volley of heads, and the other heads that let go of their nostrils to breathe in air at the same time.

The route would not be wrong, the flood flooded their tracks, but someone was scratched. The head of an egg was almost stuffed into the brick dirt, and a dark red powder was twisted. The surging water overnight became a rather unfavorable factor for the purple poncho.

Purple blood taste. McCandillis did not use sequential communication, and the purple poncho had a poor concentration of Hydra blood, and in order to support a short medium-distance connection, the veneer communication was still in rapid lip language. His face was painted with the city's three-color folded line camouflage, and it was impossible to find these "heads" among the colorful ruins.

The Purple-Blood Minions are developing at a pace that the adults expected, and we move on. McCandless flicked his index finger, the optical cloak fit again, and the high-powered telescope inspected the terrain around him that had changed dramatically overnight.

Heavy rains during the summer flood season come without warning, and the ruins of Chika, where the city's drainage system is largely wiped out, are severely affected by the Michiro Rolling Lake waterlogging every year. This is also the reason why the water traffic is not smooth, and there is no fixed pier to use. Twenty-four hours ago, the streets were ready for the Purple Bloods to move on foot, but now they are purely a land of Ze, and the water above the waist is equivalent to the country of frogs and lions. Countless small buildings were washed away with it.

Two degrees to the left, under the neon signboard, there is a flood gate for assault boats to pass more safely. McCandless pointed out that the purple ponchos that had gathered for the time being were taking a look at the route. It is difficult to predict when the flood season will end, even the most seasoned Mill defenders, and last night a sudden rainstorm exceeded 50 millimeters, and the entire Lake Michigan was eroding inland. It seems that the choice has become scarce.

Please approve the coordinates here, and the follow-up troops must carry light boat bridge equipment and support firepower in place.

Not far in front of us is the South Blanche River, which has flooded its embankment. From the riverbank to the fortress has exceeded the limit of the communication capabilities of the purple poncho, Mackhand

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Leith expertly encrypts Hydra's secret level, and sends a message back to the Executive. Then unfold the flaps under the optical camouflage cloak and clench your fist: Hydra?

Immortal!

With a "whew", McCandless jumped, the batsuit under the cloak cut through the air current, and the asphalt pavement that had been cracked by the sun the day before yesterday was poured with water, and the temperature of the ladder created a lot of favorable conditions for the purple ponchos. These non-human and well-armed warriors were scattered in twos and twos, sometimes apes and sometimes ghost bats, and their speed increased greatly.

McCandless gritted his teeth, and the flap line suddenly loosened, and the inky wings grew longer and wider, and the surface of the oily green algae beneath him reflected the shadow of the great bird. He vibrates regularly, and the assisted speed of the swoop from the tall buildings gives him the acumen to easily traverse the ruins of the Styx, the ruins of Zika.

The scavengers who hunted in the River Styx lazily stared at the sky, for them it was a different and incomprehensible dimension, whether it was a man or a falcon.

Finding his foothold, McCandless tugged back into his flaps, the refractive index of the semi-optical camouflage turned higher, and he stood still under the rooftop water tower, completely blending into it. In the middle of the intercity highway, the heavy Storick chariot was particularly conspicuous when it was halfway dragged by steel ropes, and the rear end of the carriage was alone and washed by the current.

Vehicle number A04, confirmed, the fortress looted the chariot. All units, combat alert. McCandless flicked the magnifying wheels and could clearly see the inside of the swinging open car door empty, etc......

Suspected enemy casualties, close inspection, watch out for traps. With the captain's order, several purple ponchos swept to the ramp, although it was semi-optical camouflage, but it was only a more obvious "space distortion" when acting, and they were simply unaware of it beside the white rushing river in the sun.

Watch out for the treacherous thunder. McCandless went on to remind. Hidden under the approaching purple poncho is the HM-02 "Snowstorm" stub, a high-powered assault rifle developed and produced by Hydra with an extremely compact structure, which even ordinary Humvees will be shot through.

The water dragon roars, along this intercity "canal" to the bottom, that is, the lake.

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