Vault 32

Chapter 220 The Farewell Friend

The night is about to pass, and the horizon in the distance is also a bit fishy white.An officer wearing a U.S. federal military uniform was walking in the corridor, holding a thick briefcase under his arm, but with a trace of solemnity on his face.He turned his head and glanced at the sky that was about to brighten. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but he bit his back teeth hard to cheer up his energy, and then continued to stride forward. Go forward.

After staying up all night, he was certainly very tired.But the energy he put in didn't get much return, and the results he got were really not something worth being happy about.His eyes became a little more gloomy. He looked at the oncoming patrol in front of him, and faced the military posture that stood tall and saluted towards him. He just nodded slowly, and then continued to walk forward with a straight face.He was in a bad mood, and he really didn't have much thought to do these ordinary etiquettes.

There was some noise at the corner. A squad of Anchorage elites were standing there with their heads bowed, while the gendarmerie stood in front of them with M16 rifles in their hands, staring at them as if they were guarding prisoners.When the member of the gendarmerie noticed that someone was coming and turned his head to look at him, he was also taken aback, as if he hadn't seen it, he gestured to the companion next to him, and held the drooping The elite fighters in the head walked towards the other side of the corridor.

There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he didn't see it, he continued to walk towards the corridor ahead expressionlessly.In recent days, for some unknown reason, some hidden topics have been arguing among the soldiers.So much so that the gendarmerie was dispatched in large numbers, and began to suppress these soldiers who discussed abnormal topics with extremely serious discipline.It was even sent directly to a military court, causing many people to be forced to retire directly and return to prisons in the United States to serve their sentences miserably.

But to him, it was just a small fluctuation, snorted slightly coldly, and the briefcase under his arm was a little tighter. As the leader of the special operations team, he certainly knew that the so-called forced transfer, return The poor little fellows who went to serve in the prisons of the Confederate States of the United States had already been imprisoned in the hidden laboratory, enduring the pain that most people could not bear, and became infected failed products one by one.

And it is these by-products that originally had a little use value, but what they got after placing high hopes on them was endless disappointment.This is unacceptable to him, and the entire special operations team may lose the trust of General Bunar because of this incident.His brows were slightly frowned, and he was able to successfully conduct a series of research in the Anchorage defense line, which was inseparable from the support of General Buner.

The meeting room in front of him was already close at hand, but he hesitated a little when he looked at the ordinary door, and slowly stretched out his hand to push it open, but his brows became more and more furrowed.He had to spend 10 minutes to fully report on last night's mission, and at the same time clearly and methodically explain why it failed.He knew that this was his only chance, and whether he could seize it depended on the 10-minute report after he opened the door.

"Hopefully so."

Exhaling a long breath, his hand had already grasped the protruding door handle, and with his slight twist, the door of the entire meeting room had been opened.And his forehead also had a little cold sweat following his actions, which made his heart beat a little faster, he swallowed slowly, and he closed the door gently with his backhand, as if he was extremely respectful Standing behind the door, he said slowly: "General Bunar, the leader of the special operations team, Turner is reporting to you."

In the conference room, Old Buner was sitting quietly on the table in the middle, and his eyes, already wearing reading glasses, were staring at the several documents on the table, as if he was busy, and the hand holding the pen was also busy. He casually waved towards the front, as if he was busy responding, and at the same time said casually: "Turner? You came on time, but I seem to be a little late, I still have a few latest copies The sent documents need to be read."

The cold sweat on Turner's forehead became thicker and thicker. He felt that his back was already sticky and must have been soaked by the cold sweat on his own body.But he still stood there in a straight military posture, not daring to move. He understood that the old Bunar in front of him looked peaceful, but in fact he was as tyrannical as an ancient monarch.He did not dare to easily challenge the authority of the most direct leader in front of him. In fact, even the politicians in the United States federal government did not dare to challenge this man who had firmly controlled the Anchorage defense line. Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief, showed no dissatisfaction at all.

He quietly waited for the work instructions of the old Bunar, and after waiting quietly for less than 10 minutes, the old Bunar behind the conference table in front of him slowly stood up with his hands on the table, gently Stretching his waist, at the same time pushing away the documents that had accumulated nearly ten centimeters high, came outside the conference table and shook his waist twice, and with the slight crisp sound of the bones, he also said in a flat tone: "Yes Are you here because of the failed mission last night?”

"Yes, General Bunar, as the leader of the special operations team and the commander of this mission, I express that I have an inescapable responsibility for the failure of this mission."

Slowly swallowing his saliva, Turner's face was calm and dignified, and he lowered his head slightly, with the attitude of being willing to accept punishment on his face.But the cold sweat on his forehead had exposed the panic in his heart. As trusted by General Buner, he failed to complete this important task, so he had no idea of ​​excuses.Especially standing in front of Old Bunar, he didn't even think about explaining why he failed. He just stood upright, lowered his head slightly, and waited for the final judgment.

However, Old Buner had a slight smile on his face. When he came to Turner's side, he slowly reached out and patted his shoulder. There was not much annoyance on his face, as if it was an ordinary time. Chatting, nodded lightly, with a little encouragement in his tone, and said softly: "No matter what, you are facing Liszt, aren't you?" He paused, and said in a very flat tone: "We The most critical part of this mission is to collect the data of the test subjects, as for attacking a well-defended bunker group, it is indeed beyond the reach of those ugly biological weapons."

"General Bunar, thank you for your understanding."

Turner also had a slightly excited expression on his face. Looking at the encouraging face of the commander-in-chief in front of him, he stood very solemnly and stretched out his hand to perform a standard federal military salute.And he didn't do much to explain. For the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Defense Line, he could still appreciate himself as before and be willing to give himself another chance. Why couldn't he offer his loyalty?

Old Bunnar also talked with Turner, the leader of the special operations team, for a few minutes. When he seemed to be still unfinished, the door was knocked again, and at the same time, a man dressed as an officer opened the door and walked in. He glanced at Turner expressionlessly, then lowered his head slightly and said softly: "General Bunar, there is a meeting below to request your decision. The experts in the institute are currently unable to judge, but important decisions about future scientific research development require you. Must go there.”

"I see."

Nodding slowly, the old Buner also had a look of pity on his face. He seemed to appreciate Turner in front of him, but he still nodded slowly to the officer who walked in, preparing for the next work arrangement in front of him.However, he still nodded to Turner, and said a few words of encouragement: "No matter what, I am still relieved of your work, but we must strive to obtain the most perfect strengthening potion in the shortest possible time. It is also of great help to the threat of the Soviets."

Turner nodded immediately, and after saluting Buhner respectfully, he left the conference room.But when only Bunar and the officer were left in the conference room, Bunar, who was originally calm, sat back behind the conference table. He looked at the officer in front of him with a gloomy expression on his face. He tapped his fingers on the table lightly, narrowing his eyes and said slowly: "Why is there a complete group of bunkers?"

"We don't have any intelligence."

The officer's face was also expressionless, but his voice echoed in the empty room, but he reached out and pulled out a small storage device from his breast pocket, and put it in General Buner's On the conference table in front of him, he couldn't help but whispered: "This is the information given by the Soviets, and they didn't mention the bunkers, but just three days ago, they dropped thousands of people in front of Lister's fortifications." elite infantry."

Old Bunar picked up the storage device and inserted it into the monitor next to his conference table. The data and information in it instantly appeared in front of his eyes, and he looked at it carefully, his brows also furrowed tightly, and he couldn't help but sigh. Asked: "Why does Liszt have artillery?" After a pause, there was some deep doubt in his tone: "Why, he still has so many artillery, as if he is waiting for us to encounter him. Like that?"

"It's puzzling, but again we don't have any intelligence to say that's the case."

The officer still slowly explained the matter in a flat tone. He looked like the former Major Lelis, but compared to this, his authority has exceeded the scope of the intelligence department.His tone paused slightly, and some kind of coldness had already appeared in the room, and the officer also expressed his guess: "Perhaps, Major Leslie has reported our secret to the The Commonwealth of America and the Enclave."

(End of this chapter)