Ten o'clock in the morning, Lower Bay, New York.

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 and good weather. Although the temperature of seven or eight degrees was still very cold, it was as warm as spring compared to the severe cold in the past few months.

The nuclear dust floating in the stratosphere is dissipating. The sun shines, and the blue sky and the blue sea are so refreshing. Outside the courtyard is a big beach. If possible, Rachel really wants to have a bath and bask in the sun with olive oil.

The woman is located at Sandy Hook at the entrance of Lower Bay. It is like a level, and the sea boats must pass here to enter New York Harbor. If you have any planes to go to Stanton Island, the shortest way is to fly here.

The sea, beach, villa, Sandy Hook is very quiet now, especially suitable for hiding from common affairs and escaping the world. Rachel hates her husband's intrigue work, and the two are not in a good relationship now, so she simply brings a few servants and guards to live here.

After sleeping all night, my spirits were not yet boosted. The woman who woke up early, with her long scattered hair, stretched her arms casually and twisted her waist in the sun. Her tight thermal underwear outlined her plump curves perfectly. She was full, round, and perky, and showed her charm of a mature woman.

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

Rachel came here to deliberately escape because of her relatively ambitious husband, she really didn't want to deal with those headache-inducing government affairs.

From an ordinary housewife in the past to a high-class lady, Rachel was not proud or honored by this change at all. She hated politicians, lies, fraud and greed, and even David Lawrence, and Victor Hugo.

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

David Lawrence became the best man, either with real power or local heroes. The job of these men is to strengthen themselves, win over allies, how to attack enemies, and possess more resources and women.

Yes, now the entire brotherhood and even the entire wasteland have entered the mode of male competition. As long as men with some power are a must-have, they can't help but collect a bunch of beautiful women around them. They can even compare who is more beautiful.

"This is really disgusting!" Rachel cursed hatefully. She saw her husband's mistresses more than once, and many of them were not inferior to her in terms of appearance. She felt both pitiful and hateful to those women.

"There is also that little bastard Victor, and there are many women around him." When Rachel thought of her husband, she couldn't help but think of Zhou Qingfeng. She always habitually compared the two of them. After all, there are countless heroes and talents in the Brotherhood, but few can compete with her husband.

"What is that boy doing now?" Rachel has been thinking about this question in recent days. David Lawrence's blockade of Washington has lasted for more than 20 days. He has not seen any movement in the "Aurora Legion" for such a long time.

There was neither reprimand, no negotiation, nor even any official channel contact, but this was not right.

According to the evaluation made by the Brotherhood, the mutant army in the Washington area of ​​the "Aurora Legion" lasts for at most a month, but it is worthless to hold on. The final result is that the "Aurora Legion" drags itself to death, and the mutant army still has to disband itself.

Rachel knew that David Lawrence had begun to plan how to take over this powerful force, and when the more than 30,000 mutants began to go hungry, they could take out some food to conquer them.

"But will Victor stop there?" Rachel didn't believe that things would be so simple. If Victor Hugo was such a person who could surrender, he would not be able to establish a legion of hundreds of thousands of people, conquer the entire Caribbean Sea, and become the leader of the stimulating side.

But what exactly will Victor Hugo do? No one knows.

The boy has always been a fantastic in his work, and no one can guess his ideas. Rachel was actually worried about her husband. No matter how dissatisfied with David Lawrence, she knew that her current life and current status came from her husband.

Without David Lawrence, Rachel knew that she would not be much nobler than the poor female slaves in the slave market! No matter how she admired Victor Hugo, she knew that she had to stand on the side of her husband and now both sides were enemies.

And because of this, Rachel felt even more scared. She thought hard and wanted to guess what other ways Victor Hugo had? If she could figure it out, she would remind her husband to prevent it.

You know, Fernando suffered a loss at the beginning and looked down on Victor too much. He clearly held a powerful soldier, took power in New York and was in charge of Megatron Four, but he was hit by a nuclear bomb and lost all the money. Before that, who would have thought that the kid would be so fierce?

Rachel dared not look down on Victor Hugo. She wanted to get rid of the affairs of the fraternity, but could not get rid of the thinking about the current situation. But she always thought of the situation that might happen, but she overturned it herself.

Negotiations, compromises, hardships, intimidation... No! These are not Victor Hugo's style of doing things. What is his style? It is a decisive decision. The more tolerant the boy is, the more ruthless he is when he explodes. But what can he do?

Just as he was thinking hard, Rachel suddenly heard a shout from the beach, "Mom, look! The plane."

On the beach is Anji, a happy daughter who is having fun. The sixteen-year-old girl is walking her dog. The golden retriever has grown up a lot and is quite lively. Following the girl's finger, Rachel looks at dozens of propeller fighters flying from Haitianjian Highway.

Three attack waves arrived in New York at the same time, and then rushed towards different targets. The fighter jets coming from the ground roared past, and the high-powered piston engine emitted a buzzing vibration and roar, and the gusts of strong wind caused by the whizzing and whizzing and whizzing and gusts of wind blew over Rachel's head.

"The Aurora Legion is Victor's subordinate." The long-term doubts revealed in an instant, but everything was too late. Rachel watched the fighter planes roaring and then roaring away, and suddenly she lost her face and pale.
Chapter completed!