Vault 32

Chapter 160

The stalemate between the two sides did not last long, and the clear situation made the extremely weak Soviet side choose to endure and retreat.The scientific researchers in white lab coats had also shut their mouths, and the officers in green military uniforms had already pulled out their pistols and threw them on the snowdrift beside them.

Although they all had unwillingness and anger in their eyes, in front of the M4 rifles in the hands of the group of marines, they could only shut up obediently and wait for the next arrangement.However, most of them are not worried, especially the Soviet scientific research experts in white lab coats, whose complexion is even more gloomy, but also has a certain kind of arrogance.

As cutting-edge experts in certain fields, they are not worried about what harm they will suffer. Whether it is the Soviet Union, the American Federation, or any country in the world, they are extremely eager to acquire talents, and they also understand that their heads The knowledge in the book is the greatest reliance for their survival.

But for Liszt who owns the system, the most cutting-edge experts in these fields are really of no use to him. If he has enough points, he can even exchange everything.And this is not simply to say that the "Call of Duty" system has a complete technology tree, and the technology level is to some extent more advanced than this world!

Liszt turned his head slightly, glanced at the group of Soviet scientists with proud faces, and couldn't help but shake his head.Although these guys are indeed captives, their unique status as scientific researchers makes them a little helpless, but Liszt turned his head and looked at the middle-aged officer who put down the radio communication microphone, and couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that it has already been said Understood?"

"Everything is clear, even if you don't explain it clearly, isn't it?"

The middle-aged officer also had a smile on his face, but there was also a bit of sigh between his brows. He slowly threw the handbag-sized radio in his hand into the snow layer next to him, reached out and took off the big mask on his forehead. He flicked the brimmed hat with a few snowflakes on it, and said with a slow smile: "Then, we will follow your arrangements, sir."

Nodding, Liszt glanced at the radio thrown away in the snow, and said to the middle-aged officer with a smile on his face: "You can call me Liszt, I don't know what your name is?" As he said that, he jumped off the snowmobile under him at the same time. As his calf sank into the snow layer, a gust of coldness made him raise his eyebrows: "It's really cold."

However, he looked up at the sky, and the eleven Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopters that were still hovering in the air had also left this area following the middle-aged officer's words.Smiling slowly, Liszt walked towards him, also stretched out his hand and said, "Although it's a little unexpected, maybe we don't need to have some serious conflicts."

"Bledevsky in Moscow."

The middle-aged officer sighed slowly, looked at Liszt's approaching figure, but subconsciously glanced at Winchester hanging on the snowmobile, with no expression on his face, he also walked halfway forward Stepping forward, he stretched out his hand as if to show his friendliness, and at the same time sighed: "If there is no too strong conflict, that would be a very good thing."

The two shook hands and it looked like an ordinary exchange, without the slightest hint of gunpowder.And this middle-aged officer named Blejewski also had a slight smile on his face. Although he was slumped, he appeared to be gentle and polite. Compared with the politicians in the big cities of the American Federation, he did not show any mercy.

"So...uh..."

There was a smile on the corner of Liszt's mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly. Brejewski pulled down his hand suddenly, and the Slav's burly and strong body was already ruthless. It slammed into his chest fiercely, and the other hand was already from the bottom up, and a dagger was pulled out from nowhere, and it was about to rest on his neck with a cold light.

Brejewski's face was extremely solemn. He was also a special forces soldier and had extensive experience in close combat.The dagger that has been hidden in the cuff all the year round has come in handy at this time. He is sure that in the face of this sudden and lightning-fast attack, even his former instructor who specializes in close combat skills may not be able to use it. I can't react at all!
And he was also sure that if he controlled this guy who was obviously the captain, then maybe there was still a glimmer of hope for escape.After all, the encounter between the two parties was extremely sudden, and he didn't feel that the appearance of these Americans on snowmobiles was premeditated.

"how is this possible?!"

But Brejewski's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Liszt who was still smiling in front of him in disbelief, but the dagger that was about to go over was followed by the tightly grasped wrist. Strength, couldn't bear the pain, let go and fell to the ground.He took a deep breath, because after the burst of strength just now, he now found that this seemingly thinner American actually made him breathless like an iron man!

"Mr. Brejewski, although I don't want to say it, in fact you are like a child to me."

Liszt held Brejewski's wrist tightly, and his other hand had already caught his arm like a rope. The whole body exerted a little force, and with the cracking sound of that joint, The burly officer already showed a painful expression.And Liszt glanced at the seven soldiers who wanted to help over there, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was still bright: "Of course this is not aimed at you, but everyone present, in my eyes, they are like the most innocent children .”

On the surrounding snowmobiles, the Marines had jumped off and took two steps forward in the knee-high snow. The M4A1 assault rifles in their hands were also aimed at the Soviets.And their gazes are also solemn and cold, and they don't care about their identities at all, if they dare to move around, they will shoot without hesitation!
"Okay, maybe now everyone can be more serious."

Letting go of Brejewski, Liszt looked at his embarrassed appearance, and the smile on his face had already subsided.Looking at the fallen dagger in the snow under his feet, he slowly picked it up and put it in his hand, holding down the tip and handle of the knife. With the force, the dagger made by military industry instantly broke into two pieces and collapsed into the snow. It's like being smashed by a giant hammer.But Liszt also had a solemn face, looked at the Soviet officers and experts in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "It should be a bit of a prisoner."

(End of this chapter)