Vault 32

Chapter 150 Canadian Secret Service

Slowly raising his left hand, Liszt signaled the surrounding Marines to lurk quietly.He did not give the order to fire, even though the distance of a thousand meters is still an unavoidable plain, it is the best shooting range for them, but considering the so-called Enclave agent before, Liszt still ordered in a deep voice: "Let's go!" They come."

"Let them come here?"

Carl, who was holding the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand, was also slightly taken aback, and could not help turning his head to glance at the soldiers in the cave.The M2HB Browning heavy machine gun has been set up on a tripod, and more than 30 marines are rushing in from the tunnel behind them. They are also equipped with two heavy machine guns, and they quickly set up behind the gap in the boulder. , vaguely aimed at the Canadian who was still struggling in the snow on the outside.

Liszt's left hand is still raised, which symbolizes the gesture of standby, and everyone in the cave has already understood what he means.Carl slowly stood up with a bent waist, looked at the Marine Corps soldiers behind him who had almost filled up the No. !"

In the entire No. [-] cave, fifty members of the Marine Corps who had gathered had already held their breath and lurked inside.And in the tunnel behind, and on the other side of the No. [-] cave, there are also [-] other soldiers on standby.If it weren't for the No. [-] cave and No. [-] cave in the ammunition depot that needed garrison personnel, I'm afraid they would have come here by this time.

"Their movements are really clumsy and they don't look well-trained at all."

Holding the binoculars lightly in his fair hand, Liszt looked through the transparent lens and scanned the Canadian soldiers in the thick snow with strides like penguins.And there was a little gloom in his eyes, and he couldn't help squinting: "How could this be an agent of the Enclave?"

"Agents? Just them?"

Carl leaned over and carefully looked at the Canadians walking unsteadily in the snow on the snow-white plain outside, and couldn't help but let out a cold snort in his nasal cavity.And the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand was also on his shoulder, and he slowly extended the muzzle out of the small gap. He couldn't help but shrugged and laughed at himself: "If they are well-trained agents, then I And this group of boys, aren't they the elite who came from the worst battlefield?"

Agents and spies are originally selected from the elite troops, and belong to the management of the elite, and everyone can be unique.After all, the various trivial matters they deal with may not be comparable to high-intensity armed confrontation or frequent fierce battles, but the various requirements are no longer comparable to those of strict special forces.

On that snow field, a deep trace had already appeared on the white snow layer, and those twenty Canadian Maple Leaf soldiers were also moving forward.It seems that their goal is not the mountain peak of the cave where Liszt is located, but they want to bypass them and head towards the mountain behind.According to estimates, the area they want to reach may be the entrance of the No. [-] karst cave where Lister first appeared and has also collapsed.

"But I feel a little weird, they look as scared as lost chicks."

Liszt narrowed his eyes slightly, and the military binoculars in his hand could clearly see the appearance of the twenty generals wrapped in thick leather winter clothing.But their body temperature was also lost with the cold air outside, and their physical strength was almost exhausted due to the obstruction of the snow layer. Liszt could clearly see the panic on their faces through the telescope.He lightly squeezed the thick binoculars tightly with his fingers, his brows were already tightly furrowed, and he asked in a slow voice, "Testing?"

"It should be, no, this is definitely a temptation."

Seeing the Canadians who were gradually slowing down, as if they were frightening the average Canadian, Karl couldn't help but frown slightly.He turned his head and glanced at all the marines gathered here, but as if thinking of something, he said to Liszt quickly: "They don't know if we have other passages!"

Nodding slowly, Liszt also believed that the role of those Canadians should be to bear the bait of death at any time.But his eyes were also extremely cautious, and he glanced at the Canadian who was still advancing slowly, and just about to say something, a certain throbbing in his heart suddenly jumped up, making him blurt out: "Something is wrong."

Panting deeply, a slight coolness came from the gap in front of him, calming him down.Putting his hand on his beating chest, Liszt felt the uneasiness beating in his heart, which made him fall into a strange state of mind.This is very unusual for him now, even because of the joint suppression by the Soviets and Canadians, he is not as full of anxiety as he is today.

"Let them pass without firing."

Liszt took out the small green communicator from his pocket with his backhand, looked at the screen that was not turned on, but looked suspiciously.Licking the corner of his mouth, he still chose to believe in the sixth sense that had saved him countless times, turned his head and told Karl and the other soldiers, "Keep lurking, and be careful not to expose yourself."

But when he ordered to go down, a soldier of the Marine Corps walked quickly in the passage.He was still holding the long object wrapped in linen in his arms, glanced at the silent atmosphere in the cave, and became cautious when walking, and he looked at Liszt in front of him, and walked over quickly, He handed him something in his arms and said, "Captain, this is your shotgun." But he paused slightly, and said softly: "The full stop inside seems a little irritable when I heard that there are Canadians coming. .”

"irritable?"

Turning his head slightly, Lister's eyes had already caught sight of the Enclave pilot who was being held in the head by two Marines with M4A1 assault rifles in the cave passage.He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. Being able to have two rifles pressed against his head by this group of young men showed what his so-called irritability was all about.

Standing up gently, Liszt held the Winchester shotgun wrapped in linen, and dexterously shuttled through the separated crowd behind him.And he looked at the full stop who looked excited, but was stared fiercely with two rifles against his head, and slowly nodded and asked, "What's the matter? My Mr. Full Stop."

(End of this chapter)