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Silver City DR3716-5-26, 8 p.m., 25 p.m. S. Set. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The faint morning light sprinkled on the old streets, like a sketch of light and shadow, outlining a mutilated picture. As far as the eye can see, there are badly broken brick walls, rusted fire hydrants, cold, dark iron staircases, and dust-stained billboards hanging between the buildings. Viewed from above, the crevices in the ground are clearly visible, like criss-crossing scars, recording the annual rings of the city.

"Boom la la ......"

In the early morning, at the corner of Fengshabao Street, there was a sound of iron sheet rubbing. As the roller shutter opened, a man in his early thirties in a white chef's uniform stepped out.

"Ah......h His name is Raff, and he is the owner of a bakery, and his best skill is making butter coconut bread. Knead fresh butter and ground coconut meat into the dough, bake it in the oven for twenty minutes, coat it with cheese, and dry it for half a silver dollar.

Raff moved in front of the door and was about to return to the store, when he saw an extremely tall woman walking towards him.

She wears wide sunglasses, black leotard leather pants, a short brown-and-red jacket, and a pair of high-heeled leather boots with laces on her feet. Between walking, twist your waist and swing your hips, revealing your curves. The lines of the muscles are beautiful, mixed with explosive power, like a female leopard walking in a serpentine walk, full of wild beauty.

For a split second, Raff's eyes seemed to be drawn to a magnet, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. In thirty years, he had never seen such a beautiful woman, and even if she couldn't see her appearance, she was so beautiful that it made people's hearts thrilled and stunted.

But for some reason, in the next moment, a huge sense of fear surged over me. The woman in front of her seemed to have turned into a wild beast, full of terrifying aura. He involuntarily took a few steps back, only to feel that his chest was extremely dull, as if he was being pressed by a thousand boulders, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to make a sound.

"Pedal ......"

As the crisp footsteps disappeared into the attic, he gradually came back to his senses. Before he knew it, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Oh my God......" He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looked up at the sign above him, and sighed in a low voice. It seems that the tenants upstairs are some big people who can't be offended, and they have to be more careful in the future. He pondered, returned to the store, took out his rolling pin and dough, and began his day's work.

Shortly after Raff began rolling the dough, a handsome man in power armor, with brown hair and black eyes, walked up the wooden staircase. By the time Raff had finished the bread and put it in the oven, another man in power armor and a woman in a light-colored military uniform walked up to the second floor from the side of the bakery.

"Oh~ two beauties, it's shocking to see you here."

"I love you guys, I love you so deeply, don't you want to hug it?"

As soon as Iron Slag and Mu Qianhe walked up to the second floor, they heard a man's flirtatious words from the office. Listening closely, the man's voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He couldn't help frowning, the women in the office, nine times out of ten, were Cyris and Lena. The woman who molested him, did she want to find death?

"Bang!"

Iron Slag pushed the door hard and broke in, but immediately froze. I saw Cyris and Lena sitting side by side on the sofa, and the one who spoke just now was standing opposite them at the moment. Looking at it, it was their eldest brother, Hillman Hiros.

Seeing Mu Qianhe behind the iron slag, Hillman immediately raised his eyebrows, opened his arms, stepped forward and said, "Wow! Beautiful Miss Makichizuru, welcome to you. ”

Iron Slag turned sideways slightly, blocking in front of Mu Qianhe.

"What are you doing? Why block my warm hugs? Hillman asked, unpleasantly.

Iron Slag flipped over his helmet and looked at him with a blank expression.

"Wow! Isn't this my brother-in-law? Hillman smiled, hugged the iron slag for a moment, and then went to hug Makichizuru again. The latter quietly moved to the side, avoiding his embrace.

"Oh~ touching Miss Mu Qianhe, hot Miss Mu Qianhe, you are the object of my longing, my heart has long belonged to you......" Hillman was not affected at all, and confessed affectionately, "On this beautiful morning, let's go open the room......"

Hillman and Lena turned their faces at the same time and looked away.

"Friend......" Iron Slag couldn't help but remind. Soak his sister in front of his real boyfriend, and only this uncle can do it.

"By the way...... Hillman turned his head to look at the iron slag, a puzzled expression gradually appeared on his face, and asked thoughtfully, "Aren't you already dead?" ”

Iron Slag narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

"What do you want to do! My two younger sisters are here, don't mess around, I'll beat you up at any time! Hillman warned, with a grimace. At that moment, he suddenly felt someone grab him by the back collar, and then he felt so light that his feet rose off the ground.

"Ahh

In the midst of the screams, Lena walked out of the office with Hillman in her arms, threw her down the stairs, and then sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, don't get excited......" Hillman walked up with a shake of his head and said in a serious voice.

"Brother, you don't stay in the group well, what are you doing here?" Cyris asked.

"Let's recruit some men, and see you guys by the way." Hillman said. Since Wang Hu got the funds allocated by Iron Slag, he has been expanding the team. Every once in a while, Hillman, the logistics officer, would come to Wind Sand Castle to find the right personnel. At present, the size of the LTTE has reached more than 200 people, and it has a certain ability to fight independently.

Next, the three siblings of the Hiros family reminisced, and Hillman went out to run errands. And the iron slag was also under Lina's puzzled gaze, leaving Mu Qianhe and leaving. She will stay here to join Match, Bai Xiaoyun, Marcus, Gangze and the others, and then drive to the Storm Fortress, waiting for Mu Yuqinxin's arrangement.

After leaving the office, Iron Slag asked Quinn for a sandcart from Queen, who was left behind, and then headed for the Chifeng Fortress. He had been wearing the power armor for several days in a row, and his whole body felt slimy, and he had to go back to remove the armor for maintenance. However, since the Wilderness Knight is a customized power armor, it cannot be disassembled without a special system, otherwise it will cause great damage, and his mobile assembly room is left there, so he can only rush back as soon as possible.

After all this time, he began to understand why those psionics were willing to wear these bulky iron shells every day. The feeling of having power is really comforting, and after wearing the power armor, the conventional weapons are basically ineffective, and you can fight if you want to, and you can run away if you want to, chic and casual.

The disadvantage of mechanical power armor is that it has a large weight and high fuel consumption, and it needs to be refueled once every half an hour of use on average. If you keep flying, you won't even be able to last ten minutes. Fortunately, the iron slag is powerful enough, and the power furnace can only be run during combat, which can save a lot of trouble.

In fact, ordinary humans can also wear mechanical power armor, but they are a little sluggish when turning off the power furnace, and their shock resistance is limited, so they are not widely used. However, as early as hundreds of years ago, some scientists designed a simple mechanical power armor for ordinary humans, but it has not been adopted due to its low cost performance. After all, the population base of the average human is very large and can withstand attrition. The full equipment of a local garrison member is only about 30 gold coins, and the pension is between 100 and 200, which is quite low. If it is equipped with simple mechanical power armor, the survivability is greatly improved, but the combat power has not increased much, it is still mainly gunpowder weapons, and an additional cost of hundreds of gold coins has to be paid. It's really better to hire a few more, they're all cannon fodder anyway, and there's not much difference.

A few hours later, the iron slag went all the way smoothly to the Chifeng Fortress. Then, he found the assembly room, removed his power armor, and without saying hello to Hagrid, he changed into a hooded robe and slipped into the large tent in the middle of the camp. He was going to drink two glasses and take a break.

At the moment, the big tent, which is a bar, is full of people. The bounty warriors gathered in twos and threes, gulping down wine, eating large pieces of meat, and laughing loudly. Uniformed waiters shuttle through the canvas, and scantily clad warblers are hooking shoulders and laughing with the guests.

Shortly after he sat down, he met an acquaintance. Not far ahead, a girl was walking by in a light dress. She stopped from time to time to greet her guests, but every few steps she took, her ass was attacked from behind. Even in a noisy environment, you can hear "Bang! A crisp sound, clear and ear-clear.

However, she seemed to be accustomed to it, except for a little red on her face and an occasional exclamation or two, there was basically nothing uncomfortable.

This girl is the same as Satsuki who met in the Big Rum Bar, and Iron Slag lowered her hood, not intending to reveal her identity. Then he beckoned to the waiter passing by, asked for a glass of ale, and drank it alone.

After some time, the noise suddenly stopped, and there was silence in the bar. Sensing the strange iron slag, he looked up, only to see people parting to the sides, and a girl wearing a dark military uniform and carrying a long knife walked in. She stood in the crowd and glanced around, her piercing gaze swept over the iron slag, then turned away.

Iron Slag drank the rest of the wine in one go, left a few silver coins, and walked out.

Outside the tent, Iron Bell followed and whispered, "Something has happened to our patrol." ”

"What's wrong?" Iron Slag frowned slightly and asked.

"Follow me......" Tieling tugged at his sleeve.

Not long after, the two arrived at the medical tent and saw a soldier with a glazed gaze and a bandage.

"He's the driver, everyone else is dead." Iron Bell explained.

"Is it a warning?" Iron Slag asked. In this case, it is clear that the purpose of keeping a living mouth is to intimidate.

Iron Bell nodded.