Ten a.m., Lower Bay, New York. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Rachel appeared in the courtyard of the ocean-view villa wearing a set of thermal underwear, and she looked up at the sky, it was a rare good weather. Although the temperature of seven or eight degrees is still very cold, it is already warm compared to the severe cold of the past few months.

The nuclear fallout floating in the stratosphere is dissipating. The sun shines down, and the blue sky and turquoise sea are so refreshing. Outside the courtyard is a big beach, and if she could, Rachel would have liked to take a nude day bath and soak up the sun with olive oil.

The woman's position is Sandy Hook at the entrance to Lower Bay, which is like a checkpoint through which ships at sea must enter New York Harbor. If there is a plane to get to Staten Island, the shortest way is to fly over it.

The sea, the beach, the villa, now Sandy Hook is very quiet, especially suitable for escaping from the general affairs and escaping the world. Rachel hated her husband's intriguing work, and the two were not on good terms now, so she moved in with a few servants and guards.

After a lazy night's sleep, my spirits have not been lifted. The woman who got up early with her long and loose hair stretched out her arms casually and twisted her waist in the sun. Tight-fitting thermal underwear flawlessly frames her plump curves. Full, round, and upright, the charm of a mature woman is fully displayed.

The open courtyard looks out onto the beach, and Rachel leans against the fence of the courtyard to look out. Listening to the sound of the sea breeze and waves, she seemed to be the only one in the world, and her mood was very peaceful.

Rachel came here to deliberately escape, because she really didn't want to deal with those headaches because of her relatively ambitious husband.

From an ordinary housewife in the past to a noblewoman of high society, Rachel is not at all proud or honored by this change, she hates politicians, she hates lies, she hates fraud and greed, and even David. Lawrence, hates Victor. Hugo.

"These men are so boring, fighting for power every day." Rachel cursed in a low voice, and life in high society completely changed her family and changed her fate.

David. Lawrence became a man of men, surrounded by either real rulers or local tycoons. The job of these men is how to strengthen themselves, how to win over allies, how to fight the enemy, plus how to possess more resources and women.

Yes, now the entire Brotherhood, and even the entire Wasteland, are in male mode. As long as a man with a little power will inevitably search for a bunch of beautiful women around him, and they will even compare who has more and more beautiful women.

"It's disgusting!" Rachel cursed hatefully, she had seen her husband's mistresses more than once, many of whom were not below her in terms of appearance. She felt both pity and hatred for those women.

"And that little bastard Victor, and there are a lot of women around him." Thinking of her husband, Rachel inevitably thinks of Zhou Qingfeng. She always habitually compares the two together, after all, there are countless heroes and talents in the brotherhood, but few can compete with her husband.

"What is that kid doing now?" Rachel has been pondering this question for days. David. Lawrence's blockade of Washington has lasted for more than 20 days, and he has not seen any movement from the Aurora Army for so long.

There was neither reprimand, nor negotiation, nor even any official channel of contact, but this was very wrong.

According to the internal assessment of the Brotherhood, the mutant troops of the 'Aurora Legion' in the Washington area will last for a month at most, but it is worthless to hold on, and the final result is that the 'Aurora Legion' will drag itself to death, and the mutant force will still have to disband itself.

Rachel knows David. Lawrence had already begun to plot how to take over this powerful force, and if the 30,000-odd mutants started to go hungry, he could bring out some food to subdue them.

"But will Victor stop there?" Rachel didn't believe it would be that simple. Victor. If Hugo was such an easily subdued man, he would not have been able to create an army of hundreds of thousands, lay the foundation of the entire Caribbean, and become the commander of the Megatron side.

But Victor. What exactly would Hugo do? No one knows.

That kid has always been so whimsical that no one can guess his train of thought. Rachel was actually full of worries - worried about her husband. No matter how much she does to David. Lawrence is dissatisfied, but she knows that her current life, her current status, comes from her husband.

If it weren't for David. Lawrence, Rachel knows she won't be nobble any more noble than the poor slave girls in the slave market! No matter how much she admires Victor. Hugo, but she knew she had to fight her husband on his side, and now the two sides were enemies.

And because of this, Rachel is even more scared. She thought hard, trying to guess Victor. What other means did Hugo have? If she can figure it out, she has to remind her husband to take precautions.

You must know that Fernando suffered at the beginning because he looked down on Victor too much, he obviously held the army, controlled New York, and shocked the Quartet, but was blown up by a nuclear bomb and lost everything. Who would have thought that kid would be so fierce before that?

Rachel didn't dare to look down on Victor. Hugo, she wants to get rid of the affairs of the brotherhood, but she can't get rid of the current situation. But every time she thinks of a situation she might encounter, she overturns it herself.

Negotiating, compromising, holding on, intimidating ......, no! None of these are Victor. Hugo's style of doing things. What is his style? It was a decisive decision. The more forbearance that kid had, the more ruthless he was when he broke out. But what can he do?

While she was meditating, Rachel suddenly heard a shout from the beach, "Mommy, look! Plane. ”

On the beach is the cheerful daughter Anji, who is playing, and the sixteen-year-old girl is walking her dog. The Golden Retriever has grown quite a bit and is quite lively. And following the direction of the girl's finger, Rachel looked at the dozens of propeller fighters flying at high speed from the sea and sky.

Three waves of attacks arrived in New York at the same time, each swooping down on a different target. The fighter planes roared past the ground, the high-powered piston engines hummed and roared, and the gusts of wind swept over Rachel's head.

"The Aurora Legion is Victor's men." The truth of the long-standing doubts was revealed in an instant, but it was too late. Rachel watched the warplanes whizz towards and whizz away, and suddenly her face turned pale.

"No, no, don't do that. Don't ruin our cities, don't ruin our homes, don't ruin everything we have. Victor. Hugo, you scoundrel, you devil, you deserve to go to hell. (To be continued.) )