Vault 32

Chapter 159 Soviet Expert Group

Lister's appearance was quite abrupt, even those Soviets wearing white lab coats who were obviously scientists, who were still discussing the alien spaceship wreckage in front of them, never thought that there would be a soldier of the United States Federation driving the snowfield. The motorcycle appeared here, and it had already aimed the weapon that was obviously a shotgun at them!

There was a sudden commotion among the group of researchers who often stayed in the laboratory, and even a few experts who were obviously old people had some tongue-tattling sounds that were obviously not good words.If it wasn't for a few middle-aged men in military uniforms around them to hold them back, it would have been possible for them to rush up and fight Liszt angrily at close quarters.

But for Liszt, who doesn't know much Russian, the mere swearing is basically a chicken-to-duck talk, and he doesn't care at all.But he looked at the excited researchers, glanced at the middle-aged men in military uniforms, and there was a little more playfulness between his brows, and he said slowly in English: "Oh, respected gentlemen , it seems that I am not welcome here?"

There seemed to be a little grievance in Liszt's voice, and he felt a little helpless looking at the experts who were more than ten meters away in front of him.But the Winchester under his armpit was still steady, and the thumb-thick muzzle was aimed at them, and the smile on his face was still bright: "Hey, don't do this, friend over there, maybe you should put Weapons down."

On the side of the wreckage of the alien spaceship, seven Soviet soldiers were standing there, with the AKM assault rifles in their hands resting on their shoulders, and the muzzle of the guns had locked on Liszt, all of them had solemn faces, but no one dared to Shoot first.They were just in a stalemate, deterring Liszt, because they all knew that if even one of the experts and officers next to them was killed in battle, it would not be a consequence that ordinary soldiers like them could afford.

They are proficient in combat, and they also know that even if a well-trained soldier is shot in the head, the final consciousness and strength are enough to pull the trigger with his fingers within a few tenths of a second. This is the reaction nerve in the human body. is working.

Both sides fell into a strange insistence. The weapons in the hands of both sides were already aimed at each other. Within the range of less than ten meters, they were deeply afraid of each other, but they did not dare to put down the weapons in their hands easily.Especially the Winchester in Liszt's hands really made the Soviet soldiers holding up the AKM assault rifles in front of them feel a serious threat.

A shotgun is not a submachine gun or an assault rifle. Except for the first few bullets when the trigger is pulled, the rest can float into the sky if it is not controlled.This kind of weapon does not have a high shooting frequency, as long as the trigger is lightly pulled, the one-sided damage caused by even a single bullet is extremely impressive, and no one can guarantee that it can kill with one shot while avoiding Liszt's reaction. Pull the trigger.

"Buzz - woo woo woo -"

However, the roar of some kind of engine and exhaust was transmitted around the hillside, making the Soviets around the wreckage of the alien spaceship extremely embarrassed.And the seven Soviet soldiers with rifles subconsciously turned their heads and looked around. When they glanced at the backs of the experts and officers in front of them, their faces were a little more desperate.

More than a dozen snowmobiles have also appeared around, and the violent engines and exhaust pipes gathered together and made a deafening sound.And the thirty or so marines above had already pulled out all the M4A1 assault rifles in their hands and put them on their shoulders while the snowmobile stopped, and the black muzzles had all been aimed at these Soviet experts and officers vaguely formed a semi-enclosed pocket.

"What a wonderful special operations operation, it was simply unexpected."

A middle-aged man in an army green military uniform walked forward slowly, clapping his palms at Liszt. There was no sign of fright on his face or not pressing. With admiration, Zhong also said slowly: "Young American, your tactics are convincing."

He seems to be a high-ranking person, and the experts and other officers behind him did not stop his movements, and even the seven Soviet soldiers with rifles looked at the middle-aged man who walked out, and there was something in their eyes. This kind of bewilderment, but did not dare to put down the rifle in his hand without authorization, still with cold sweat on his forehead, sweeping the surrounding Marines, his teeth were already clenched tightly, and his breath was slowly holding his breath. live.

"Thank you very much for your compliment. I have to say that your English level reminds me of many old guys in Washington."

The smile on the corner of his mouth was still bright, but Liszt slowly put down Winchester in his hand. Now that the situation was under control, he no longer needed to do it himself.But Liszt looked at the middle-aged Soviet officer in front of him, but nodded slowly to show his friendliness, and at the same time lightly shrugged: "Then next, can you please put down the weapons in your hands?" ?”

"Put down your arms? That's too much to ask."

The middle-aged Soviet officer raised his head slightly. He looked at the dozen or so helicopters hovering at an altitude of several hundred meters, but he couldn't help showing a bit of a wry smile. He let out a slow breath, and turned his head towards the seven Soviet officers. Bing made a gesture and said helplessly in his tone: "But considering the current situation, this is also the most reasonable request."

The seven Soviet soldiers put down the AKM assault rifles in their hands hesitantly, and seeing the eyes of the middle-aged officer, they also threw the rifles in their hands on the snow layer a few steps away from them, and obediently stood aside like a statue.And the middle-aged Soviet officer also turned to Lister and asked, "Then next, there will be troops from the United States Federation coming to receive us?"

Before Liszt could speak, the middle-aged officer had a look of disappointment on his face. He couldn't help shaking his head, and said to Liszt with a wry smile: "Who would have thought of a group of guys who were forced into the cave, It turned out to be a special force that had been planned long ago? I have to admire the commander of this battle, the terrifying strategic vision is shocking."

"Shocked? Well, maybe, it does make me feel a little surprised to meet you here."

Nodding slowly, Liszt still had a slight smile on his face, but he looked up at the helicopter that was still hovering, his brows were also a bit dignified, and he gently reached out to the middle-aged Soviet officer, He made a gesture of invitation and said, "Dear Mr. Soviet Union, can you let these annoying flies go away? Maybe we should go to a safe place, have a good cup of coffee, and warm up in this winter."

(End of this chapter)