Rise of the Wasteland

At ten in the morning, New York's Lower Bay.

Rachel appeared in the courtyard of the villa with a pair of thermal underwear. She looked up at the sky. It was a rare good day. Although the temperature of seven or eight degrees is still very cold, it is already warmer than the severe cold of the past few months.

Nuclear dust floating in the stratosphere is dissipating. The blue sky and turquoise sea are so delightful when the sun shines. There is a large beach outside the courtyard. If you can, Rachel really wants to take a **** day bath, apply olive oil and bask in the sun.

The location of the woman is Sandy Hook at the entrance to the Lower Bay, which looks like a checkpoint, and ships entering New York Harbor must pass here. If there is a plane going to Staten Island, the shortest route is to fly over here.

The sea, beaches, villas, and now Sandy Hook are very quiet, especially suitable for avoiding duties and cultivating the world. Rachel hated her husband's intriguing work, and now that the two are in a bad relationship, she simply brought a few servants and guards to live here.

After a night of sleep, the spirit has not been boosted. The woman who got up early with loose long hair, stretched her arms at will, and twisted her waist against the sun. Skinny thermal underwear outlines her rich curves perfectly. Full, round, and pretty, the charm of a mature woman is unmistakable.

Outside the open courtyard is the sandy beach, Rachel holding the fence of the courtyard to look out. Listening to the sound of the sea breeze and the waves, it seemed that she was alone in the world, and she was in a very peaceful mood.

Rachel came here just to escape, because her ambitious husband really didn't want to deal with the headaches of government affairs.

Raised from an ordinary housewife in the past to a noblewoman in high society, Rachel is not proud or glorious of this change. She hates politicians, hates lies, hates fraud and greed, and even hates David Lawrence. Hate Victor Hugo.

"These men are really boring. They fight for power every day." Rachel whispered in a low voice, the life of the high society completely changed her family and changed her destiny.

David Lawrence became a superior, surrounded by either real power or local heroes. The work of these men is how to strengthen themselves, how to win allies, how to fight the enemy, and to occupy more resources and women.

Yes, now the entire fraternity, and even the entire wasteland, has entered the male hegemony mode. As long as a man with a little power is inevitable to collect a bunch of beautiful women around, they will even compare, who has more and more beautiful women.

"It's really disgusting!" Rachel scolded resentfully, and she had seen her husband's mistress more than once, and many of her looks were not under her. She felt pitiful and hateful to those women.

"And Victor's little bastard, and there are many women around him." Thinking of her husband, Rachel inevitably thought of Zhou Qingfeng. She always used to compare the two together. After all, there are countless heroes in the Brotherhood, but few can compete with her husband.

"What is the boy doing now?" Rachel has been thinking about this problem in recent days. David Lawrence's blockade of Washington has been going on for more than twenty days, but he has not seen any movement in the Aurora Corps for so long.

It was neither reprimanded nor negotiated, nor even contacted by any official channel, but this was very wrong.

According to an internal assessment by the Brotherhood, the mutant army of the 'Aurora Corps' in the Washington area will last for at least one month, but hard support is worthless. The end result is that the 'Aurora Army' drags itself to death, the mutant The troops still have to dissolve themselves.

Rachel knew that David Lawrence had already begun to plan how to take over this powerful force. As long as the more than 30,000 mutants became hungry, they could take out some food.

"But Victor will stop there?" Rachel did not believe it would be that simple. If Victor Hugo was so easy to yield, he would not be able to create a legion of hundreds of thousands of people, he would not lay the foundations of the entire Caribbean Sea, and he would not be the leader of the Megatron.

But what will Victor Hugo do? No one knows.

The kid has been doing things forever, no one can guess his thinking. Rachel was actually worried-worried about her husband. No matter how dissatisfied she is with David Lawrence, she knows her current life and her current status comes from her husband.

Without David Lawrence, Rachel knew where he would be noble than the poor slave girl in the slave market! No matter how she admires Victor Hugo, she knows that she must stand against her husband, and now both sides are enemies.

Because of this, Rachel was more afraid. She thought hard, trying to guess what Victor Hugo could do? If she can understand ~ www.readwn.com ~, she must remind her husband to prevent it.

You should know that Fernando was disadvantaged because he was too contemptuous of Victor. He clearly held the male soldiers, took control of New York, and was in awe of the Quartet. However, he was lost by a nuclear bomb. Who could have thought that kid would be so fierce before then?

Rachel did not dare to underestimate Victor Hugo. She wanted to get rid of the affairs within the Brotherhood, but could not get rid of the current situation. But she always figured out what might happen, but she overturned herself.

Negotiations, compromises, stubbornness, intimidation ..., no! These are not Victor Hugo's style of doing things. What is his style? It was a final decision. The younger the kid was, the more cruel he was when he broke out. But what can he do?

At the moment of meditation, Rachel suddenly heard a shout from the beach, "Mom, look! Plane."

On the beach is the cheerful daughter Anji who is playing, and the sixteen-year-old girl is walking the dog. That golden retriever has grown a lot and is quite lively. In the direction of the girl's finger, Rachel looked at the dozens of propeller fighters flying at high speed from the sea to the sky.

The three attack waves arrived in New York at the same time, and they rushed to different targets. The fighter planes that came on the ground whistled past, the high-powered piston engine issued a buzzing vibration and roar, and the gusts of wind that were driven by the wind blew over Rachel's head.

"The Aurora Corps is under Victor's hands." The long doubts revealed the truth at an instant, but everything was late. Rachel watched the fighters whistling, and whistling away, Huarong was pale and pale.

"No, no, don't do this. Don't ruin our cities, don't destroy our homes, don't destroy everything. Victor. Hugo, you villain, you devil, you really deserve to go to **** . "