Mr. and Mrs. Smith, they say they are husband and wife, but in fact, there is only one person who occupies this name from beginning to end, Smith Wilson, an acquired person with schizophrenia, but unlike other psychopaths, he is more intelligent, smart to some outrageous, and more stupid, stupid to jaw-dropping, his cleverness is mainly reflected in the invention of the War Titan, although such a subtle invention is not enough for him to enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth, but it is not a problem to occupy a place within the empire, Therefore, his stupidity is mainly reflected in the fact that he not only rejected the invitation sent by the Grand Commander Pajero Hitler himself, but even used all the vulgar words that human beings can think of to write a long speech, scolding the Grand Commander to the point of blood.

Fortunately, the speed of the ruler this time was much faster than Smith Wilson's paper against the Grand Commander, and the file shows that he was arrested by the ruler for insult and defamation the day after he published his paper, and was sent to the death penalty soon after, but the whereabouts of his body are not yet known, and the articles written from his pen have been completely blocked, and the civilians who express public opinion on the Internet have also been sent to prison, and people have to pity that such a genius has only been in the newspaper once until he died.

It's hard to imagine such a long-forgotten genius sitting in front of him drinking coffee at this moment, "Hello, Mr. Smith, and Mrs. Smith, my name is Burning Night, and the name of the kid next to me is Rorian, please advise." ”

"Eh~~ How can you call me Mrs. How old you look, call me sister~" It is really unacceptable for such a big man to make such a sharp and disgusting sound in his mouth.

"Uh... No problem, Mrs. Smith, may I have a word with your husband? Burning Night smiled and took a sip of the coffee Smith handed him, but it didn't want to be as disgusting as the Smiths, although it lacked a coffee companion.

"Stranger, I like your deliberate politeness, but I don't know what you're here for." Obviously, there can be such a magnetic voice this time to show everyone's affirmation of the husband.

"Then I won't go around in circles, I'm here to find you mainly so that you can do me a favor." Burning Night put down his coffee, but he couldn't find a place for him to sit for a long time.

"Hmph, why are you looking for someone to help you go to the Consulate?" Smith Wilson also put down his coffee and put on a send-off look.

"Oh! I'm sure the people in the Consulate are now planning how to punch our ass. ”

"You are... Fugitive? ”

"To put it simply... Yes. ”

"Hmm... Have you ever stuck the barrel of a gun in someone's eye? ”

"Nope! But I took an old M14 rifle and stuck it in the eye of a ruler in the lower half of his body. ”

"Oh! Perverted enough, you've been hired, but you have to do me a favor before I help you, I know that your pervert won't refuse me, I have a batch of goods that were stopped by those fools in the abandoned subway station, I need to have two people already contacted, but for the sake of insurance I also need two people who have a little ability, but don't ask questions. ”

"Okay, let's go." Scorching Night touched Mo's belt lovingly, but his gun and mask had already been taken away by the Desperate Drain Team.

"Great, meet in the hotel lobby at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I will distribute the equipment to you, don't be late, now, go out."

Burning Night retreated, but before he could bring it to the door, Smith's big smirking face suddenly poked out, "Oh~ My husband doesn't know how to be polite, I hope you don't mind." "It seems that this time it was the Smith woman who caught her eye.

"It's all right, Miss Smith."

The moon finally drove away the sun, and the already smoky streets lost their last bit of light, and the rotting corpses on the streets looked even more horrible and strange under the cover of night. ”

"No, you can come up for me too." Rorian tilted his head and put on a playful expression.

"From all angles, the width of this bed is no more than one and a half meters, aren't you afraid that if I don't sleep honestly, I will crush your little brittle bones as soon as I turn over?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, besides, I'm not a man, is it shameful to sleep in the same bed with me?"

"You're not a woman, either."

"So if I were a woman, would you want to sleep with me?" For some reason, in front of Rorian, Burning Night felt like his oily mouth was stuck.

"Uh... Good! Sleep and sleep! Anyway, I don't suffer! ”

I didn't say anything all night, but I didn't know why I slept very deeply, and I didn't wake up until I was kicked three times by Rorian the next morning.

After a brief wash, Burning Night walked slowly to the hall, although the hall was still as deserted as yesterday, but there were three more living people, one was Smith Wilson with his teeth picked, and the strong man wearing a white-backed stained vest next to him, and Elovi, who was sitting in the corner and dressed normally.

"Yo~ Mr. Little Goatee, why are you here" Elovia's memory is not good, but it is relatively easy to recognize the burning night.

"Didn't you go to the wasteland?"

"I'm in the wasteland right now."

Smith Wilson put down his toothpick and interrupted, "I'm glad you met, but I want to remind you that time waits for no one, and we'd better go now, it's your equipment." ”

Burning Night had a bitter face on his back with a laser M14 Garand rifle that was about the same height as Rorian's, he had always been uninterested in this kind of weapon that was difficult to carry, but compared to the Gatling that matched the Hulk on the table, this gun was much smaller.

The group walked out of the hotel and came to the stinking street, Burning Night held back his nausea and was a little clumsy to bypass the piles of rotting corpses, fortunately this time there was Elove at the bottom, and it didn't look too embarrassing, Rat's Nest Street was not too big, and it was only a few minutes away from the hotel to the abandoned subway station, but it was a little difficult to pass through the two strange-shaped guards, and Burning Night walked forward and was unexpectedly stopped "Who are you?" What are you doing here? The man who took the lead asked, saying that he was a man, but in fact he looked more like a monster from the point of view of appearance, his swollen face was covered with stitched scars, his facial features seemed to have run away from home due to incompatibility, his dark lips were cloudy with saliva, and his accent did not seem to belong to the earth.

"We're coming to your leader."

"The boss has instructed that no one will be accepted." The man's fishy saliva sprayed the burning night face.

"Don't be so rigid, you see I have a little money in my hand, why don't you go to the hotel for a drink with this brother next to you? Rest assured, we're just here to talk business. "In the case of ignorance of the enemy's situation, to avoid conflict as much as possible, this kind of simple truth will not be unknown to the night.

"Talking about business... Okay, but I warn you, don't play tricks. The man rudely turned sideways and motioned for Burning Night to let them in.

Along the stairs where there was no light, everyone came to the subway station, the scene here is not what ordinary people can imagine, the corners of the subway station are full of humanoid creatures that have become extremely terrifying due to the live plague of radiation, they are either missing arms and legs or their bodies are too uncoordinated, but they are all holding scrap iron parts of homemade rifles in their hands, and they look at the eyes of the people in the burning night like a hungry jackal seeing a few little white rabbits that have just come out of the cage.