Chapter 812 Wake Up Too Late

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

Nuclear dust floating in the stratosphere is dissipating. The sun is shining, the blue sky and the blue sea are so refreshing. There is a big beach outside the courtyard. If possible, Rachel would really like to have a naked sky bath, smeared with olive oil and bask in the sun.

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

The sea, the beach, the villas, the current Sandy Hook is very quiet, especially suitable for escaping from common affairs and secluded from the world. Rachel hated her husband's intriguing jobs, and the relationship between the two was now at odds, so she simply brought a few servants and guards with her and moved here.

I slept late all night, but my spirits haven't lifted yet. The woman who got up early had long messy hair, stretched out her arms casually, and twisted her waist against the sun. The tight thermal underwear perfectly outlined her plump curves. Full, round, upright, the charm of a mature woman is fully displayed.

Outside the open courtyard is the beach, and Rachel leaned on the fence of the courtyard to look out. Listening to the sound of the sea breeze and waves, she seemed to be the only one in the world, and she felt very peaceful.

Rachel came here deliberately to escape, because compared to her ambitious husband, she really didn't want to deal with those troublesome government affairs.

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

"These men are really boring. They fight for power every day." Rachel cursed in a low voice. Life in the upper class completely changed her family and changed her destiny.

David Lawrence has become a master, surrounded by either real power leaders or local heroes. The job of these men is how to strengthen themselves, how to win over allies, how to fight against enemies, and how to possess more resources and women.

Yes, now the entire Brotherhood, and even the entire wasteland, have entered the mode of male supremacy. As long as a man with some power will inevitably find a bunch of beautiful women around him, they will even compare who has more and more beautiful women.

"This is disgusting!" Rachel cursed bitterly. She had seen her husband's mistresses more than once, and many of them were inferior to her in terms of appearance. She felt both pity and hate for those women.

"There is also that little bastard Victor, and there are many women around him." Thinking of her husband, Rachel inevitably thought of Zhou Qingfeng. She always compares the two of them habitually. After all, there are countless heroes in the brotherhood, but there are not many who can compete with her husband.

"What is that kid doing now?" Rachel has been thinking about this question for the past few days. David Lawrence's blockade of Washington has lasted for more than 20 days, but he hasn't seen any movement from the 'Aurora Legion' for such a long time.

There was no reprimand, no negotiation, not even any contact through official channels, but it was very wrong.

According to the assessment made within the Brotherhood, the 'Aurora Legion''s mutant troops in the Washington area can last at most a month, but it is worthless to hold on. The final result is that the 'Aurora Legion' dragged itself to death, the mutants The troops still have to self-disband.

Rachel knew that David Lawrence had already started planning how to take over this powerful army, as long as the more than 30,000 mutants started to starve, they could subdue them with some food.

"But Victor will stop there?" Rachel didn't believe it would be so simple.

If Victor Hugo was such an easy-going person, it would be impossible for him to create a legion of hundreds of thousands of people, it would be impossible for him to lay down the foundation of the entire Caribbean Sea, and it would be impossible for him to become the leader of the Megatron side.

But what would Victor Hugo do? No one knows.

That kid has always been unconstrained in doing things, and no one can guess his thinking. Rachel was actually full of worries—worried about her husband. No matter how dissatisfied she was with David Lawrence, she knew that her current life and status all came from her husband.

If it weren't for David Lawrence, Rachel knew she wouldn't be any more noble than the poor slave girl in the slave market! No matter how much she admired Victor Hugo, she knew that she had to stand on her husband's side to fight against him, and now the two sides were enemies.

And because of this, Rachel was even more frightened. She thought hard, trying to guess what else Victor Hugo could do? If she can figure it out, she will remind her husband to take precautions.

You must know that Fernando suffered from looking down on Victor too much at the beginning. He clearly held a strong army, commanded New York, and was powerful in all directions, but he was blown up by a nuclear bomb and lost everything. Who would have thought that kid would be so vicious before that?

Rachel didn't dare to underestimate Victor Hugo. She wanted to get rid of the affairs of the brotherhood, but she couldn't get rid of thinking about the current situation. But every time she thought of a possible situation, she overturned it by herself.

Negotiate, compromise, hold on, intimidate..., no! These are not Victor Hugo's style of doing things. What is his style? It was a decisive decision. The more forbearing that kid is, the more ruthless he is when he explodes. But what exactly can he do?

While thinking hard, Rachel suddenly heard a shout from the beach, "Mom, look! Airplane."

On the beach is the cheerful daughter Angie playing, and the sixteen-year-old girl is walking the dog. The golden retriever has grown a lot and is quite lively. And following the direction of the girl's finger, Rachel looked at dozens of propeller fighter planes flying at high speed from the sea and the sky.

The three attack waves arrived in New York at the same time, and then rushed to different targets. The fighter jets coming close to the ground whizzed by, the high-power piston engine buzzed and roared, and gusts of gusts driven by swish swished past Rachel's head.

"The Aurora Legion is under Victor." The long-standing doubts were revealed in an instant, but it was too late. Rachel watched the fighter jets whizzing towards and then whizzing away, her face suddenly paled and her face turned pale.

"No, no, don't do this. Don't destroy our city, don't destroy our home, don't destroy our everything. Victor Hugo, you villain, you devil, you really deserve to go to hell .”