The chandelier and the machine were turned off again at the same time due to a power outage, and the remote meeting, which was supposed to be measured in hours, lasted less than a dozen minutes before it was dissipated by the tense atmosphere. The dense and scattered footsteps had disappeared, and the whole conference room returned to the deep darkness, and Liszt still made no sound under the conference table, until after waiting for nearly half an hour, the thick tablecloth was lifted, and Liszt's flexible body like a tanuki also quietly turned out, holding his Winchester half-kneeling in the corner of the table, his eyes cautiously scanning the surrounding situation.

Carl and the other two Marines also slowly turned out, and the same thin layer of carpet on the floor also made their voices weak, but in this deep and dark conference room, it was still quite harsh. But Liszt slowly pulled out a tactical flashlight behind him, and as the pillar of light appeared in the conference room, his body slowly stood up, turning his head to look at the huge screen placed on the conference table, but his fists couldn't help but clench tightly.

He heard the conversation just now, almost quite clearly, even the past that he didn't understand, suddenly made his mind clear at this moment. The light of the tactical flashlight swept across the surrounding layout, which seemed to belong to the common interior layout of Canadians, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a sneer: "Canadians? Soviets? Old Bunal, you guy, really make me quite unbelievable. ”

When he was sent to the Anchorage Line, he finally knew why the old Bunard's expression was a little complicated, and why he knew why the old Bunard's face was so embarrassed when he survived the reconnaissance. He had only thought that it was the cause of the total annihilation of the other reconnaissance units. But according to the current words. But it's already quite clear. And he has found out. Even if he went to the southern tip of Alaska to set up an outpost, and even went to the Deathclaw he encountered on the island of Admeralti, and the mysterious Enclave officer behind it, he had already clearly understood everything.

"Captain Liszt, we... What's next? ”

Karl also stood up in the light, the assault rifle in his hand still pointing in the direction of the wooden door, and at the same time glanced behind him, and looked at the hands on his back with a wary face. The young Canadian who was writhing and also got out under the tablecloth wanted to say something, but when he saw Liszt's embarrassed face, he frowned slightly, slowly shut his mouth, and hesitated for a moment before softly saying: "I think it's better to go back to our cave base." ”

"Let's go."

Liszt also nodded slowly, and the flashlight in his hand pointed forward, and they also walked towards the wooden door. The young Canadian man looked hesitant, but looked at Liszt as they walked forward. also hurriedly stepped forward to keep up, after all, the impression these four Americans gave him. Much better than those American armored forces that directly started the slaughter. If he stays here, once he is discovered, I am afraid that it will be a peanut of iron to send him to God.

The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the dark tunnel staircase was still there, but there were a lot more collapsed masonry and wood, as if the house outside had collapsed and fallen here. But there were also people who tidied up, and they could walk on the bricks and broken wooden planks in front of them, and there was a subtle clatter sound when they stepped on them. Liszt deftly walked briskly on the broken bricks and wooden planks, and with his strong body stepped up to the hole in the basement, carefully surveying his surroundings.

The group of Americans seemed to have escorted the Soviets away, and so quickly that the basement entrance that was supposed to be covered was not covered, perhaps they thought that with the cover of the Canadians and the Soviets, the change in the town in a short time would not cause any change at all. In fact, this is indeed the case, with the old Bunnard's internal line arrangement and the cover of the Soviets, the so-called security of Canada has long been infiltrated like a sieve.

"It's not that this investigation is ineffective, is it?"

Slowly exhaling a breath, Liszt stood in the room with a collapsed wall, stepping on the ruins and walking slowly upward, while turning his head to look at Karl and them who were also walking out of the basement behind him, with a certain complexity in the corners of his eyes but with a little sadness. Slowly clenching his fists, he spat at the side fiercely, as if talking to himself, and said softly: "I thought that with old Bunal, it could be regarded as a... Friend. ”

"It's always been like this between countries, and now what?" Karl also walked over, and his eyes had already seen the outside of his ruins, the snow that had been crushed by the tracks and looked like a mess, and at the same time turned his head to look at the houses around him that were getting more and more dilapidated, and his face was slightly serious. As an excellent graduate majoring in military affairs, although he did not have an in-depth understanding of the international situation, according to the news obtained from the world, he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and persuade Liszt: "Sometimes life is always helpless. ”

"Perhaps, I really think of him as a friend."

Liszt also shook his head helplessly, and felt a certain disbelief about this so-called fate. However, he turned around and walked towards the young Canadian, reached out and took out the dagger to cut the rope that bound him, and at the same time handed the dagger to him, and nodded faintly: "Let's go, strange Canadian, maybe we will not meet again in the future." After a pause, he looked at the surprise and disbelief on the young Canadian's face, and nodded slightly: "You are not suitable for the front-line battlefield, I think it is best for you to go back to the military academy to study again." ”

"That's... That... So what do you mean... Do you want me to go? Did I really survive? ”

A look of hope suddenly appeared on the young man's face, he looked at Liszt with wide eyes, and smiled in great surprise, and even the dagger handed to him by Liszt didn't have time to put it down, so he gestured his chest, and nodded in extreme shock and surprise: "I will go back to the military academy, and I will propose to my father to continue to study seriously." However, as he spoke, his face changed slightly, and he licked his lips and whispered to Liszt: "I won't say what happened today, I will only say that this town was destroyed by strange American troops before." ”

"I hope so."

Liszt also nodded, and smiled at the young man, and at the same time turned and walked briskly towards the outside of the town. Carl and the three of them also followed quickly, leaving only the young man to look at Liszt with wide eyes, his eyes already full of excitement and gratitude. But Liszt still took out a cigarette on his chest, lit one for himself and threw it to Karl behind him, slowly enjoying the stimulating taste, and also lightly exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "Go back, this place is really fed up." ”

And his eyes looked at the mountains in the distance, the towering Rocky Mountains seemed to be entrenched by a dragon, but he couldn't help but take a deep breath of cool breeze, still put the cigarette in his hand on the ground, crushed it heavily with his feet, and said as if talking to himself: "Everything depends on yourself, don't you?" (To be continued.) )