Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 812: It ’s too late to wake up

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At ten in the morning, New York Bay.

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

The nuclear dust floating in the stratosphere is dissipating. Under the sunlight, the blue sky and the blue sea are so refreshing. There is a big beach outside the courtyard. If you can, Rachel really wants to take a **** day bath and apply olive oil to get a good sun.

The woman ’s position is Sandy Hook at the entrance of Lower Bay. It is like a checkpoint, and ships entering the New York Harbor must pass through here. If there is any plane going to Stanton Island, the shortest way is to fly here.

The sea, beaches, villas, Sandy Hook is very quiet, especially suitable for avoiding affairs, avoiding world cultivation Rachel hates her husband ’s intriguing work, and because the two are now in a bad relationship, she simply brought a few servants and guards to live here.

I slept all night, and my spirit has not been lifted. The woman who got up early, with her long, scattered hair, stretched out her arms at random, twisting her waist against the sun. Tight thermal underwear outlined her plump curves perfectly. Full, mellow, upright, the charm of a mature woman is unmistakable.

Outside the open courtyard is the beach, and Rachel looks out from the fence of the courtyard. Listening to the sound of the sea breeze and the waves, it seemed that she was the only one in the world, and her mood was very peaceful.

Rachel came here to escape intentionally, because of her relatively ambitious husband, she really did not want to deal with those headaches.

From a normal housewife in the past to a high-class lady, Rachel is not proud or glorious of this change. She hates politicians, lies, fraud and greed, and even hates David Lawrence and hates Victor Hugo .

"These men are really boring, fighting for power every day." Rachel whispered, the life of the upper society completely changed her family and changed her destiny.

David Lawrence has become a human being, surrounded by real power or local heroes. The job of these men is how to strengthen themselves, how to draw allies, and how to fight against the enemy, in addition occupies more resources and women.

Yes, now the entire Brotherhood, and even the entire Wasteland have entered the male hegemony mode. As long as a man with a little power is inevitable to gather a bunch of beautiful women around them, they will even climb more than anyone who has more and more beautiful women.

"This is really disgusting!" Rachel cursed hatefully. She saw the mistresses of her husband more than once, and many of her appearances were not under her. She felt both pitiful and hateful to those women.

"There is also the little **** of Victor, and there are many women around him." When thinking of her husband, Rachel will inevitably think of Zhou Qingfeng. She always compares the two together. After all, there are countless heroes in the Brotherhood, but few can compete with her husband.

"What is the kid doing now?" Rachel has been thinking about this issue in recent days. The blockade of David Lawrence against Washington has lasted for more than 20 days, but for such a long time I have not seen any movement of ‘Aurora Legion’.

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

According to the internal evaluation conducted by the Brotherhood, the Aurora Legion Mutant troops in the Washington area lasted at most one month, but the hard support is worthless. The final result is that Aurora Legion drags itself to death, Mutant Still have to dissolve themselves.

Rachel knows that David Lawrence has begun to plan how to take over this powerful force. As long as the more than 30,000 Mutants are hungry, take out some food and they can accept them.

"But Victor will stop here?" Rachel doesn't believe that things will be so simple. If Victor Hugo is such an easy man to succumb, he cannot create a corps of hundreds of thousands of people, cannot lay the foundations of the entire Caribbean, and cannot become the commander of Megatron.

But what will Victor Hugo do? No one knows.

The kid has always been doing nothing, and no one can guess his ideas. Rachel is actually full of worries-for his husband. No matter how dissatisfied she is with David Lawrence, she knows her current life and current status comes from her husband.

If there is no David Lawrence, Rachel knows that he will not be nobler than the poor female slave in the slave market! No matter how she appreciates Victor Hugo, she knows that she must stand against her husband, and now both sides are enemies.

And because of this, Rachel is even more afraid. She tried hard to think, and wanted to guess what other means of Victor Hugo? If she can figure it out, she must remind her husband to prevent it.

You know that Fernando suffered at first because he underestimated Victor. He clearly held a male soldier and was in control of New York and Megatron. As a result, he was lost by a nuclear bomb. Before that, who would have thought that the kid would be so fierce?

Rachel did not dare to underestimate Victor Hugo. She wanted to get rid of the affairs in the Brotherhood, but she could not get rid of the current situation. But she often thought of the circumstances she might encounter, but overthrew herself.

Consultation, compromise, support, intimidation ..., no! These are not Victor Hugo's style of doing things. What is his style? It is a final decision. The more forgiving the boy was, the more cruel he was when it broke out. But what can he do?

On this occasion of meditation, Rachel suddenly heard a cry from the beach, "Mom, look! Airplane."

On the beach is a cheerful daughter Angie who is playing. A 16-year-old girl is walking her dog. The golden retriever grew up a lot and was quite lively. In the direction of the girl's finger, Rachel looked at dozens of propeller fighters flying at high speed from the sea and the sky.

The three attack waves arrived in New York at the same time and rushed to different targets. The fighter coming from the ground roared past, and the high-power piston engine made a buzzing vibration and roar, and the gusty winds spurted by the wind swept over the Rachel's head.

"Aurora Legion, under Victor." The long-term doubts revealed the truth in an instant, but everything was late. Rachel watched the fighter plane roaring and roaring away, and suddenly the face was pale and pale.

"No, no, don't do this. Don't destroy our city, don't destroy our homes, don't destroy everything. Victor Hugo, you villain, you devil, you really should go to hell." (To be continued.)