Vault 32

Chapter 189 Surrender
"It's completely destroyed here."

Karl followed behind Liszt, with the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand resting on his shoulder. He looked around slowly, and turned around in circles. The undamaged houses, in fact, have all suffered some kind of huge damage.He even saw the traces of the explosion, took a few steps forward, took out his hand from the thick glove, licked a piece of black ashes on the wall, and asked with a frown, "Flame thrower?"

The black ash on the wall was not obvious. It looked as if a fierce flame had burned it. It only caused a little damage to the wall, but it did not directly burn through the fragile masonry like a real solidifying incendiary bomb. .Karl slowly licked the black ashes in his fingers and looked at the black ashes on the wall that had already become a bit gray due to the cold weather. He couldn't help turning his head and said to Liszt: "It seems that it was caused by a shock wave." Fiery flames.”

"But there were no signs of explosions around."

A member of the Marine Corps took a few steps forward, reached out and groped in the broken brick ruins for a while, and pulled out a cylindrical long object directly from the collapsed broken bricks with both hands.However, it was still bent and broken, and it seemed that cracks and creases were directly pressed out by the huge force, but the young man also shrugged, and his tone was a little weird: "It can directly destroy the anti-tank missiles like this!" Maybe it was placed under the track and crushed?"

"It's a poor fellow."

Liszt's eyes looked to the side, and not far away was a corpse that also had its upper body left, lying in the ruins of bricks and stones, but it was quite conspicuously exposed.He wanted to move a few steps, but was blocked by something. Liszt frowned more and more. He bent down and stretched out his hand in the snow to lift it up. A human thigh appeared in front of them. The place is bloody and bloody, but it has been frozen in the snow by the cold weather, which looks more direct.

But Liszt's eyes swept across the wound, and his face gradually changed. He turned his head to look at the slightly changed face beside him, Karl, and couldn't help reaching out to keep this thigh on the ground, and glanced at the twisted and broken rifles and The bazooka, the broken part and the wound also had a striking resemblance, he slowly spit to the side, looked at the broken houses around him solemnly, and couldn't help but snorted coldly: "You also found out ?”

"Well, such an obvious fact, I'm afraid it has already been discovered."

Carl nodded slowly, his face also extremely dignified.The same is true for the two marines beside them. They have already raised their weapons, and their peripheral vision is also extremely vigilant, scanning the surrounding snow that is still howling with the wind and falling from the sky.Carl took a deep breath, and said slowly to Liszt: "This is completely broken by a huge force, not caused by being hit by a large-caliber heavy machine gun, a sniper rifle or other powerful weapons."

"But the question also arises, what can have such a powerful power?"

Liszt's eyes were slightly gloomy, and his face was also full of solemn expressions, and when he turned his head to look in front of him, the buildings seemed to have shown signs of dilapidation.Winchester was already clenched in his hand, and he walked quickly towards the street in front of him, his eyes were also subconsciously locked, and the butt of the gun was firmly on his shoulder, and his voice was quite He said calmly, "Come out, I saw you."

What he said immediately surprised Carl and the others, and the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand was instantly raised, subconsciously aiming at the house that Liszt was pointing at.And their eyes were extremely solemn, staring closely at the dark and dim house, the wind and snow whizzed past them, but the four of them did not seem to relax in the slightest, but the steps under their feet moved slowly, With a very tacit appearance, they faintly spread out towards the surroundings.

After all, having experienced so many battles, Karl and the three of them have already gained a deep understanding of Liszt's combat methods.They each occupied a corner, and their guns were aimed at several windows and entrances of the house.Even from the corner of the eye, he has scanned the surroundings to ensure that there are no blind spots in any direction in the sight of the four of them.

"Gentlemen, we are scouts from the United States Federation, and we have noticed the abnormal situation here."

Slowly pondering, Liszt couldn't help frowning slightly as he looked at the house that still didn't respond at all.He was sure that he would never be wrong. With his sharpened vision, he had already spotted a frightened young man's face appearing in the window gap of that house just before.Liszt stepped forward slowly, his feet were also stepping on the snow layer, and continued to speak: "If you are in trouble, in a humanitarian spirit, we are willing to provide you with some food and medicine."

"Damn...damn Americans! Didn't you just come here! Why do you still come here to pretend to be good people!"

It seemed that his words had some effect, as a voice that was obviously that of a young man came out from the house.And there was also sadness and fear in that voice, as if he was scared out of his wits by something. He didn't even dare to show his head, but continued to shout crazily: "You don't want me to go out, I absolutely won't." You will go out and die, you Americans who deserve to go to hell, and I... my loyalty to Canada will never change!"

"Alone." Carl also turned his head and glanced at the two marines beside him. He nodded slowly, took a few steps forward, and gestured to Liszt.And Liszt also nodded slightly in agreement, and the three of them immediately rushed towards the left and right sides of the house, and their bodies were tightly stuck under the window, as nimbly as a civet cat.

"No, no, I changed my mind, don't kill me, I surrender!"

But before they could launch the special operations, the tattered door had already been pushed open, and a ragged Canadian walked out with his hands raised, his face covered with black ashes also full of fear. , staring at the street outside with wide eyes, Liszt was looking at him with Winchester in front of him. His legs became weak and he knelt down heavily on the ground. He said loudly with a cry in his voice: "I surrender. Please, please, don't kill me, don't kill me, I really surrender!"

(End of this chapter)