The pan had turned red, and a piece of butter had been put in by Liszt, and as the yellow solid melted with the heat, small bubbles appeared all over the pan surface along with the wooden spatula. The delicate aroma of oil has spread throughout the cave, so that Liszt can't help but move his nose slightly, and when the butter is completely melted and heated, he grabs a small handful of minced garlic and puts it inside, and before the garlic fragrance appears, he picks a little powdered spice with a spoon and puts it inside.

The tantalizing scent was already there, the smell of butter, minced garlic and spices would make anyone's saliva secrete, and Liszt felt the temperature in the pan in front of him about the same, and placed a slice of sliced shark meat inside. The fish is completely cut out with a ceramic knife, which does not cause any damage to the cut surface of the fish, which is quite gentle, and as the cut surface touches the hot pan noodles, the spice butter mixed with garlic suddenly makes a sizzling sound with the fish, and the tempting smell begins to overflow more and more in this cave.

Three large candles were placed on a protrusion on the upper side of the cave, and the flickering light of the flame illuminated the corner of the kitchen quite brightly. The snow-white fish has a slight golden color, about two centimeters of fish has become crispy on both sides, and the faint smell of the sea has been masked by the smell of garlic and spices, which looks like high-end fried shark meat in a seafood hotel.

Freshly caught sharks are not easy to find on U.S. federal soil, especially in the interior. But now for Liszt, it is nothing, and even the precious shark fin is cut off and thrown aside because of the trouble of making. Just enjoy the flesh of this baby shark to fill your stomach.

At this time, he seemed to be incarnated into a respectable chef. Adjusting the flame of the gas stove. The flavor in the pan has become more and more enticing, and the flavor of the fish has been amplified by the spices. Thanks to his former membership in the Hunting Society, Liszt often went hunting with his friends to the seaside and in the forest, and also had good cooking skills for this small shark. He watched as the fish and butter were transferred by the heat of the gas, and in the sizzling sound of the pan, Liszt's brows were a little more relieved, indicating that the fish was ripe and extremely tender inside.

Only the best field chefs can make it, and Liszt is sure that his approach is no less than that of the frying pan chefs of the seaside hotels. Pick up a bottle of red wine from the spice rack next to it. Directly opened the seal and poured it into his mouth twice, the bitter and sweet taste suddenly made him smile on his face, nodded with satisfaction, and poured it directly into the pan. When the hot bottom of the pot came into contact with the cold red wine, it immediately made a strong sizzling sound, and the smell of garlic, red wine, and mixed spices suddenly made Liszt's smile expand even more.

"If it weren't for this world, maybe I would become a chef, that would be a good choice."

I watched the fried shark meat tremble slightly in the red wine soup, and bubbles also appeared in the slightly brown soup, popping out one by one. Liszt, however, remembered the civilian life of the past. After pouring himself another sip of red wine, Liszt let out a long sip of refreshing wine. But his teeth couldn't help but clench slowly, gasping deeply, obviously this brought back memories for him. Liszt couldn't help but curse angrily: "Those damned people in power. ”

Before the change in the small town, Liszt even felt that he was just living in a parallel world with a slightly deviated timeline. When he saw the death claw, he was shocked to find that he was in this radiation world where the government and society did not treat ordinary people as human beings at all! Although he didn't enter the shelter and enjoy the horrific experiments brought by social scientists, just a deathclaw leak had already shown him the cruelty of this world!

And this deathclaw leak accident has now been clearly illustrated that it is also a cruel experiment. Hundreds of soldiers died in that small city, and many retired soldiers who were specially arranged to go in also died miserably in it. The purpose was simply to test the effectiveness of the deathclaws and how the army could take on these terrifying monsters in a given environment. In particular, the peaceful atmosphere created by this small town made Liszt, the two people in their previous lives, not see many flaws, and it is enough to show the success of their creation of civilian life, and the madness!

In the Cold War, which lasted for more than a century, scientists and politicians in the U.S. federal government had almost gone mad, and countless filthy things appeared in the shadow of that nuclear war. For the sake of an experiment, they were able to build a small city on the map, which had never appeared in the United States, and even arranged a large number of experimenters to camouflage, in order to start the experiment plan at a specific time and get the most realistic data. They don't care how many people die, they don't care about the hearts of the experimenters, they don't care about everything but their own lives and data.

"It's a deformed world, and it's no wonder that the final judgment will come."

Liszt exhaled slowly, his mood sinking as the images of memories appeared in his mind. He even clenched his fists so tightly that even the nails had dug deep into the flesh of his palms, and he felt humiliated that he had obeyed such a government. However, in the bottom of his heart, he also felt the deepest fear of such a deformed, perverted, and completely devoid of humanitarian spirit of the American Federation.

He also suddenly remembered the post-war Enclave organization, which was completely composed of high-level government officials, high-level executives of large companies, and various scientific research experts, claiming and flaunting the rebuilding of the United States, and finally parted ways with the Iron Brotherhood composed of the American army, and even fought each other to the death, almost to the point of blood feud. With the advent of nuclear war, even if most of the pre-war information was damaged, some of it was still circulated, and this was obviously unacceptable to the Iron Brotherhood composed of the descendants of the army, and it was the main reason for them to completely break with the Enclave.

"Now we need to make a plan on how to survive a nuclear war, and this small cave alone will definitely not be able to stop the bombardment of nuclear warheads and the extremely rich nuclear radiation."

Looking down at the gradually condensed sauce in the pan, Liszt sniffed the red wine that had gradually become sticky, and the faint aroma of garlic and spices also appeared in the reddish-brown liquid. I took some broken lotus leaves from the spice rack next to it, and found a white and lovely porcelain plate and put it on the table, and I picked up the pan and poured the shark meat and sauce into the rectangular plate, which means that I don't know if the breakfast or lunch food has been made.

The tantalizing aroma had spread throughout the cave, and Liszt couldn't help but take a deep breath, it was undoubtedly a delicacy no less than that made by the chef. Holding a piece of bread, Liszt took his plate and walked towards the tunnel at the entrance of the cave outside, after all, it was time to enjoy eating, looking at the sea outside, facing the sea breeze, this felt like a seaside villa.

Bending over and climbing through the narrow and crooked cave tunnel, Liszt also came to the small mouth of about half a meter. The weathering around him seemed to be very heavy, allowing his burly body, which was more than one meter and eight meters, to sit down just right. Liszt spread it on the floor for a moisture-proof cushion with a backrest, and after thinking about it, he spent 20 points for a low wooden table in front of him, and placed the delicious fried shark meat and bread on it.

"It's really enjoyable."

Two cans of classic beer were also on the low table, and Liszt sat cross-legged on the damp mat, leaning against the rock wall behind him, with a little relief on his face. Instead of enjoying the fish directly, Liszt pulled out a can of beer and poured it into himself, and as the pungent alcohol appeared in his stomach, he put down the can that was less than half left, smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked down at the beer in his hand in disbelief, and shook his head: "Is there a peaceful life?" ”

In this world, he has been enlisted in the army since he was eighteen years old, and has been transferred from the Marine Corps to the Army's Mountain Rapid Reaction Force for almost four or five years. But he has experienced a series of wars, fierce exchanges of fire at close range, long-range artillery and heavy artillery fire during air raids, which have become the daily routine of his life. There were even Soviets, Canadians, terrifying deathclaws, and aliens with ultra-modern technology, all of whom he had encountered and fought bloodily.

After taking a sip of the small half can of beer, Liszt casually threw it under the cliff at a height of more than ten meters below him. Plagiarism will sweep away the beer, the vast sea will swallow the little object, no one will find out where the household waste comes from, and no one will even care about the date of production of these beers and the factories that do not belong to this world at all. Eighteen years later, there will be a terrible nuclear war, and when the time comes, all the clues will be detected, and all the forces that want to investigate will be annihilated.

And in the Radiation Wasteland, there are almost all kinds of forces that have produced technological regression and social regression, not to mention wanting to investigate, whether Liszt can be eliminated at that time is still a question. After losing the hegemony of mankind, the human forces in this land have long ceased to be like this pre-war world, extending its tentacles to all areas of the earth, and it is impossible to cause much trouble to Liszt. At most, the post-war forces can only control the periphery of the city and the main roads within their sphere of influence, and the wasteland on the outskirts of the city and the roads has long become the best paradise for monsters and thugs!

PS: Make up for last night's arrears, sorry. (To be continued.) )