The urban combat boots on his feet stepped on the concrete floor, and Liszt's face was expressionless. Although the strong smell of blood in the corridor made him feel like he had entered a slaughterhouse, he was now calm as if he was walking in his own living room. He walked slowly, his new urban boots rising as he walked, and drops of bright red liquid dripped down as if they had brought a number of bright red pieces on them, as if they had just pulled out their legs in the swamp.

The M249 light machine gun in Liszt's hand was already held against his shoulder, and the muzzle of the black hole moved with the tactical flashlight on the card slot on the side of the gun. He had three chains of 200 rounds of standard light machine gun ammunition wrapped around his shoulders and waist, and at his side, he was accompanied by his co-shooter and bodyguard, who was vigilantly scanning the surroundings with an M4A1 assault rifle. The guard also had three 200-round standard light machine gun bullet chains wrapped around his body, and even six defensive grenades around his waist, just within reach of his hands.

"Be careful, don't act rashly, we need to be calm."

Breathing slowly, Liszt seemed to be unaware of the strong smell of blood between his noses, and his hand holding the M249 light machine gun was still strong and steady. As he walked forward, he heard the retching and gentle coughing sound behind him from time to time, but he frowned slightly, turned his head to stare at the deputy shooter who was following him, and the other ten heavily armed soldiers, and reminded softly: "You are all well-trained elite of the American Federation, don't let external things affect your senses!"

Flashlights of tactical flashlights appeared in the corridor, and a soldier named E Company followed Liszt cautiously. They strode calmly and quickly forward, trying to keep their eyes on the end of the tactical flashlight ahead and concentrate their attention. However, the strong smell of blood in their noses, the slight resistance to stepping on and lifting up when walking, and the sound of falling chirps made their attention unable to concentrate effectively at all.

Because it makes them really quite disgusting. The city combat boots on their feet stepped on, and the bright red liquid immediately squeezed out of the soles in all directions. Some of the thicker, tougher fragments remain under their feet, or even get stuck in the gaps of their soles, as they walk forward, or drip on the floor with the bright red viscous liquid, or make a slight snapping sound with each step of the sole.

"It's a slaughterhouse, oh no, God, it's even a hell of blood!"

The secondary shooter behind Liszt gasped slowly, even though he had vomited a lot when he walked into this corridor, but now he felt that his empty stomach was still squirming and wanting to vomit something towards the outside world. Clenching his teeth, he finally pressed down the discomfort in his stomach, but when he subconsciously looked at the pieces of blood-red liquid under his feet, countless broken stumps and broken flesh, his face couldn't help but bring patches of paleness.

"There is no need for a priest here, my dear secondary shooter." The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile, but Liszt's eyes were cold, and he turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him who had obviously wrong expressions on their faces, and there was a cold snort in his nose: "That's right, even if this is a human slaughterhouse, but so what?" The M249 light machine gun in his hand was even more in front of his chest, without any expression on his face, but there was only a dead silence in his eyes: "A group of pathetic scientific researchers, even a ferocious dog can't be killed, let alone a death claw." ”

Liszt continued to walk backwards with his back on his back, as if he was quite relieved by the dimly lit corridor behind him. Looking at the secondary shooter behind him and the ten soldiers of E Company scattered in two rows on both sides, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded indifferently, and the eyes of looking at the world made them feel that this Butcher of Heaven was just like returning to his territory, arrogant and lonely, and contemptuous of life.

In fact, after retiring from the Mexican battlefield, Liszt has long forgotten his ****** actions on the Mexican battlefield. And now walking in this corridor that can be called a sea of blood, the Butcher of Heaven, who was on the battlefield in Mexico, has truly come to this underground research institute in the year 2059. These sticky blood and stumps were only more cruel to Liszt, who had experienced the real battlefield, and when he shot those captives with one shot, and piled up the corpses of those captives into the fortress walls, and even cut off their heads and piled them into pyramids, and inserted them in the tops of trees to deter the attacking Mexican guerrillas, it was more terrifying than these ketchup-like sets!

"Are you scared of this? No, no, no, I tell you, when you're under real threat of death, these are just ketchup cuties from hors d'oeuvres, and you'll even enjoy your breakfast on these stumps. ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth became higher and higher, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the rich smell of blood made him feel like he had returned to the original battlefield in Mexico, Liszt didn't know why he suddenly missed that time. The feeling of contempt for life was great, he just had to pull out his M1911 semi-automatic pistol, put the muzzle of the gun against the heads of the captives, watch them cry or curse or beg for mercy, and then pull the trigger while wiping the brains and blood from his face and move on to the next captive.

"At that time, I felt like a god on high." Liszt smiled slowly, but the M249 light machine gun in his hand was thrown directly by him to the co-shooter next to him, ignoring the young man who was in a hurry to catch the light machine gun, he backhanded out the Winchester M1887 shotgun stuck in the backpack behind. Turning back to the inside of the hallway, he pointed the muzzle of the black hole at a nearby storage box: "And now, I can also decide your life and death. ”

When Liszt's Winchester M1887 shotgun was pointed at the storage box, the eleven E Company soldiers behind him reacted impressively, and they pointed their M4A1 assault rifles there. At the same time, the two soldiers who were the first to react quickly dispersed and walked over, kicked open the small door of the storage box with a flying kick, and then shouted inside: "Who's there, come out!" ”

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm a researcher at this underground research institute! ”

A panicked voice came from the storage box, and at the same time, a young man in a white isolation gown crawled out of the storage box embedded in the wall. It was as if he was quite panicked in the face of the muzzle, especially looking at the larger Winchester M1887 shotgun in Liszt's hand, but there was an excited look on his face with old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and his hands were even trembling and drawing crosses on his chest: "Are you reinforcements?" Great, I was saved, and thank God I was saved! ”

"It shouldn't be God, at least you have to thank us first." Liszt frowned at the researcher, who was clearly in his twenties, and thanks to his keen ears, he had also spotted the guy in the storage box. Slowly putting down the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, his gaze swept over the name tag on the researcher's chest, and nodded slowly: "But it's God's will that you're alive, it's really good, Bell, can you tell us what's going on here?" ”

"It's the creatures that we're studying... I don't know why it appeared in the underground research institute... And it slaughtered my colleagues like crazy... Oh my God, that's hell... My colleague was almost torn to shreds by it! ”

The researcher, Bell, trembled all over, and the mere thought of that crazy image made him feel weak on both legs, and he couldn't stand anymore. And when he wanted to continue to say something, he suddenly reacted, subconsciously covered his chest and took two steps back, with a painful expression on his face, but he just shook his head at Liszt and said: "This is a state secret, I can't say more, otherwise it will affect you." ”

"You mean, it?"

Liszt was clearly not interested in the so-called state secrets, and even said more than this researcher if he wanted to. Most of the creatures in the Wasteland of the Afterworld have not been studied in the pre-war world? Whether it's deathclaws or mutants, or even mutant wasps and rats, it's a certain research foundation for more than a decade in this pre-war world. And Liszt was now more interested in the singular "it" in Bell's mouth, and slowly pondered for a moment, he looked at Bell in front of him and said, "Not them?" ”

"It's... That's a real terrifying monster, the work of the head of our underground research institute..."Bell gasped deeply, but he looked at the crimson blood around him, as well as the stumps and internal organs all over the ground, and couldn't help but point forward to the exit and say loudly: "Let's go, that terrifying monster is not comparable to those other test subjects, it alone can even tear dozens of its low-level kind!" ”

"You two, take him away."

Liszt stood up slowly, he already understood what this Bell was talking about, although it was quite simple and vague, he could still know that the so-called more terrifying monster must be the deathclaw. Looking at the dim light faintly revealed in the depths, he couldn't help but frown even more, and pointed to the two E Company soldiers behind him and said, "Bring it to General Bunal, and then tell him that heavy fire support and a large number of troops are needed here..."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly became gloomy, because he had already seen that in the depths of the corridor in front of him, a huge figure was pressing against the ceiling of the corridor, almost occupying half of the corridor space. The gray-brown figure was already dyed a large area of blood red, and the two long horns above the head were extending more and more, and the low roar in the throat echoed like thunder in this corridor!