That's it. ”

"Come here."

In the cramped and dimly lit tunnel, the oil lamp at the front naturally couldn't illuminate the last person, but it didn't need to think about it, holding the shoulders in front of them, holding the corners of their clothes, and the basic trust led them to the equally dark field on the other side. However, the sky on this side of the ruins will be bright, and it will not be like the polytechnic school, which will never day or night.

Simon closed his eyes slightly, and the group that had been moving slowly separated at the fork, counting ten on one side and one on the other. While holding the lamp, on the other hand, only the blue eyes of the Yingying.

"Let's go, when I die on it, all the shackles will be untied with it, without the call of the subject, the purple blood virus will disappear quickly, maybe it will hurt for a while, but I want to ......" Simon jokingly hammered Ramirez and Marco with a punch, to be honest, no one owes anyone, speaking of which, it is Simon who owes more, after all, it is always resentment to elevate a matter of buying a life with money to a master and slave.

"Along the way, the last bit of pain shouldn't be a big problem." Simon said, and the two of them laughed together, smiling bitterly and laughing.

"I still want to continue to earn your money, chief, no one is more wronged than you to pay a pension." Marco pulled out a cross from his inner pocket, handed it over, and said, "You need protection more than I do." ”

"Nope." Simon shook his head. "I didn't ask for it back then, and now I'm exempt."

Ramirez did the Dragonfor Legion, and what he did was far more ruthless than Marko's ordinary backstreet mercenaries, and the only thing left was calm in his eyes. "Goodbye, Commander."

"Goodbye, Hydra will understand what I mean, both Longhu and the Iron Army will welcome you, you have already paid your obligations."

Every time the purple-blooded soldiers who were bent and marched turned the corner, Simon would give them a bottle of anti-rejection potion, which was not much, but it was enough to sustain the purple-blooded irritability for a period after his death. The vast majority of them were either the original fortress soldiers or members of the expedition, and without the binding of purple blood, they would not have come to this battle at all, so they naturally hurried through.

"Your wife...... It's a good fit for you, I haven't met her, but it's worth it for you, a guy who can earn several bottles of medicine a day, to die hard. Jonathan was muscular

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The meat was quite sad to squeeze through the tunnel, staggering through, he couldn't turn back, and at the end it was as if he was asking himself a question. "It's a pity that Old Joe doesn't have such a chance as you."

Probably the only one who is a little sad is Peter.

Peter, who has grown into a young man, is similar to Simon in terms of appearance, but Simon's twenty-something body contains the soul of more than 80 years, and he is so old that he must look at Peter, who should be only a few years younger, from the perspective of an elder.

"Take care of Lori, she's a good girl." Simon shook his collar and placed the second Zhibao he had bought from Hydrari in Peter's backpack. The chrome-plated Zhibao, which had been in the frozen hibernation pod for more than half a century, was thrown into the fire in Mandsville, and the little waitress who met in Pingshui now lives in the lakeside village of K82.

"Go, go." Simon shoved away the boy who had been speechless for a long time. Until there was an echo in the tunnel. "Can I use your gun?"

The M110A4 is now on Peter's back, and it's a burden for Simon to stay where he is going.

"You said your gun?"

Simon glanced at the fork in the fork a few times, shook his head with a smile, and clutched his pocket with his mouth open, fixing the .44 Magnum bombs that he had hand-milled and reassembled in the bomb nest. With a "click" shut, Simon blew on the muzzle of the gun, and the high-waisted military boots contained the tungsten steel military dagger that had been fought to this day, and the folding knife in the sleeve that had not drunk blood for a long time.

"Old man, I will glorify you like your predecessor."

The entrance to the tunnel was pushed open, the tactical gloves were dragged out of the broken bricks and rubble, Simon closed the manhole cover, and the gloomy dark clouds made it impossible to tell that it was morning. Simon turned to look at the other side, which was behind him, the one leading to the Iron City. Then, he took a step, and the bowl-shaped building, which looked like an irregular oval, with jagged edges and upside down, became the most obvious building in the vicinity, standing in the vast ruins of Zhika, carrying the afterglow of human civilization.

After years of wind and rain, groups of living corpses and mutant settlements hunted, fought, and bred in front of this magnificent hall that was once called "museum". And then, sixty-two years later, the first tourists who were willing to visit in earnest arrived.

The military dagger slashed open his palm

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, drops of blood that are rich in black and purple if behind the heel of the boot. Simon climbed the concrete prefabricated slab in front of the main entrance of the pavilion, climbed over the green vines and jumped in, those purple blood, overlord like a bully drove away the spiritual vines, arrogantly exuding a unique Hydra atmosphere.

The co-rulers, who foresaw defeat, had already rejected the olive branch offered by Constantine, only that in a certain corner of the annals of the future there would be his name, and he would be constantly compelled to be recited, whether liked or disliked.

The huge mural is mottled and detached from half of the mosaics, but it is easy to see that this is a picture of human evolution, from ancient apes, apes, Homo sapiens, to modern man, which corresponds to the four life cycles of man, baby, youth, youth, and twilight, all from rickets to robustness, turned into prototypes.

"It's pretty." Simon rolled his eyes, sat down in a slightly cleaner place, and shouted loudly, the dogma that there should be no noise in public places was useless.

"Don't you want something a little more exciting? It's okay to draw a picture of Lucy, so that Lao Tzu will die at the end of the day, and he will still look at a group of monkeys?! ”

Simon took a puff, habitually touched the cigarette in his pocket, touched the emptiness, went to play with the lighter, and was speechless, so he had to pout his fingers to talk for comfort, and began to think back to Adolfina, the red-haired girl's technique is the same as her story, most of the time she likes to hide it, if you are willing to let it go, it must be excellent. It's a pity that I didn't finish the gamble I made when I was in the Ranger Army, and I married a German big-breasted girl who couldn't see her toes when she looked down.

Many strange ideas popped up, and naturally turned to Dr. Anna a while ago, a woman who seemed to be content with the illusion or wanted to taste the gray snow of the old days. Then Simon shuddered, some things are better stuffed, otherwise with Adolfina's possessive property, eighty percent will take him out to see if it's true or not.

So Simon whistled generously around the modern city museum, and Hydra came a little slower than he expected, perhaps a gentleman, and let him see the exhibition.

So when the broken red glass door on the negative floor, the exhibition hall carved with ** statue immediately attracted attention. As soon as he walked in, there was a burst of prayers like the coming of a god.

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