"General Bunnard?"

Liszt's eyes widened suddenly, and he lay gently on the floor that had been covered with a thick carpet, but his ears were slightly tilted to the side, listening to the sounds outside quite carefully. His heart was beating slowly, and he didn't know why he suddenly found that he had heard some kind of top-secret news, but the familiar name made him can't help but grit his teeth secretly, and some kind of association has appeared in his mind, but he shook his head and couldn't believe it.

But apparently his association really appeared in this conference room, and Liszt's ears already appeared that familiar voice, slightly hoarse and tired, as if he had been oppressed by reality and was extremely tired, but that voice had once been close friends with him. It was old Bunnard, the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Line, Liszt heard his voice very clearly, and he was still speaking slowly in that hoarse voice: "It's instant communication now, I can hear what you say." ”

"Oh, of course, General Buenard, my words are not meant to be insulting to you or the Anchorage Line."

The shrill voice still sounded, and the unskilled English was mixed with a rather abrupt tongue flicking taste, and the only people in the world who could skillfully pronounce the tongue flick sound were probably the Slavs at the northern tip of the European continent, or the Soviets. It seemed that because General Bunnard's voice sounded, his voice was also a little flattering, and there was a chuckle in his voice, as if he was referring to something: "It seems that our beauty has already communicated with you?" ”

"Ajrina Pova?" The old general Bunnard's voice was still slightly hoarse, and there was not the slightest other emotion in his tone. As if he knew what the Soviet man was referring to, he still answered his words calmly, and at the same time his voice took on a little seriousness: "The Enclave has turned her against her, and you really believe that she is by my side." It's just that the Enclave asked me to use her to lure out you Soviet rats hiding in the shadows? ”

There was also disdain in his serious and hoarse voice, and he didn't know whether it was to the Soviet man in front of him, or to the Enclave in his mouth. In the speakers on both sides of the screen, the voice of the elder Bunard was still ringing, and his tone was a little unceremoniously reprimanded: "The Canadians' area has always been in charge of the Enclave. The Home Army assists, the Anchorage Line is only responsible for the security of Alaska, and it is obviously impossible for me to ask me to contact the special forces in the mountains. ”

"These words hurt a little, General Bunnard."

The Soviet's voice was a little dissatisfied, expressing his dissatisfaction in his stumbling Soviet-style English, but for the question of old Bunal, his voice was obviously raised a little, and his voice was slightly louder: "But it is indeed your American federal team that kidnapped our expert group." Do you know how important these dozen experts are to us! He paused, and also snorted coldly: "As the commander-in-chief of Anchorage, don't you know anything?" ”

"That's Liszt, you've known him too, haven't you? You should know that when he wants to wreak havoc, not even I can stop him, he's a powerful guy. ”

Old Bunnard's tone was a little complicated, and his slightly sad voice could be heard from the speakers, but his tone became more and more depressed and gloomy. It was as if the voice of the devil came from hell, and he slowly spoke to the Soviet man in this conference room: "And it is just as you say. They are in the territory controlled by the Canadians, how can you, as allies of Canada, not have the slightest recourse against Liszt? ”

"We asked you to kill that guy and demoralize the U.S. federal troops, but you didn't do anything!"

The voice of the Soviets also unceremoniously confronted each other, in his voice. There was no respect for Old Bunard, the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Line. Even his hand had been slapped heavily on the table, making Carl and the others under the conference table tremble slightly subconsciously, but the voice of the Soviet man also sounded immediately, and he scolded loudly: "Is this your answer to us?" Liszt is still alive now. It has even kidnapped our expert group and brought our scientific research work to a near standstill, you must know that if there is no scientific research process, our research will be completely deadlocked! ”

"But I've sent him to Alaska to investigate, sent him to set up outposts in remote areas, and even gave you the opportunity to assassinate him, don't you have to blame others if your wastes don't succeed?"

A sneer also came from the speaker, and the voice of old Bunard also snorted unceremoniously, he also had nothing to be friendly to the mean Soviet man in front of him, but just snorted coldly: "I even used the inner line inserted in Ancre to change the experimental location of the biological weapon and put it on the island of Ademeralti, but what did you do?" There was unceremonious disdain and mockery in his voice: "And then Liszt secretly went to the Queen Charlotte Islands, reimbursed you with a bomb for a whole battalion, plus a concussion regiment, and continued to flee to the mainland, saving more than two hundred prisoners of the American Continental Army, and finally capturing your group of experts?" ”

Although I couldn't see the old Bunnard's face, I could also know that he was also full of taunts now, and the sound of his fingers tapping on the table was heard in the speakers, and at the same time he slowly said to the Soviets in the conference room: "Remember, I am not a subordinate of you Soviets, you must understand this." He paused, and his tone returned to flatness: "Next, my elite armored troops will escort you out of here, and at the same time, my people will try to contact Liszt to help you eliminate them." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hear the slightest sound from the speakers with the sound of some kind of button closing. The Soviets slapped the table with the same heaviness, as if they were quite angry at the rudeness of old Bunnard, but at the same time he stood up, gritted his teeth and walked outside, but at the same time, a straight American English had already appeared, and he calmly said: "Mr. Prenyakov, General Bunnard has finished the call, and we can leave." ”

"Hmph, I have my own helicopter, and I don't need you." And the Prenyakov's voice, with a gloomy snort, slapped the table hard, and seemed to turn around and leave quickly in rather anger. With a series of footsteps, the lights in the room continued to turn off, and the entire conference room was once again darkened, as if it were the mouth of a demon. (To be continued.) )