Cheney's eyes were filled with horror and uneasiness, the previous calm was already in Liszt's hands, and the moment the silver tubular object was taken out, it disappeared without a trace. He just stared at the silver tube with wide eyes, and his mouth grew up to make a "hehe" sound, but he couldn't say anything, only a piece of disbelief.

He still clearly remembered that he had placed this thing under an inconspicuous stone, and his movements were equally inconspicuous in the dark night, and when he hid this thing, he even glanced at the surroundings with sleepy eyes, and found no one at all. Cheney's gaze finally focused on Liszt, gasping deeply, the hand that grabbed his throat made him a little breathless, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and say, "It's you!" ”

"Of course, it's me, yes, you're right."

Liszt shrugged slowly, looking at the face in front of him distorted by anger, his eyes looked straight at Cheney, this young man of Canadian ethnicity, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he slowly nodded and praised: "You can do this with less than half a year of spy training, I have to say that you are really a great guy." ”

In response to him, it was the hatred and anger on Cheney's face, and he looked at Liszt in front of him, and there was even a little more bloodshot in his eyes. Cheney looked at the playful smile on Liszt's face, gritted his teeth but swayed vigorously, trying to stand up as if to vent the anger in his heart.

The chain-like handcuffs and shackles rattled as he shook violently, but the belt around his waist kept him firmly anchored to the seat of the M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle. And Liszt's hand, which seemed to be like a steel hoop, was also tightly stuck on his neck, and still relied on how Cheney snorted angrily and shook his body violently, all of which were unable to move in Liszt's hands.

"Are you angry? No, no, no, this doesn't fit the rules of a spy, didn't your father teach you to be calm as a spy at all times? ”

The right hand slowly exerted force, and Liszt's tiger mouth strangled Cheney's neck more and more, and the mockery and disdain at the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious. His eyes were fixed on Cheney's eyes, and he could see the anger and excitement in those eyes, but his hands still pressed him above the seat of the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, and the mockery on the corners of his mouth was still high: "Didn't your father tell you?" Cheney, did you only learn how to clean your mother's armpit hair in half a year? ”

"You!" Liszt's words fell, and Cheney seemed to be stimulated, and his face suddenly turned red. And his body was also struggling frantically, his throat was howling as if he wanted to break free from the chains and belts, even the backlog on his neck made his eyes bloodshot, and he was struggling manically.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's supposed to be a violation of your privacy, but you can assume that I don't know, yes."

The silver tubular object in Liszt's left hand was placed in front of Cheney's eyes, looking at his bloodshot eyes, as well as the expression that was already mixed with horror and anger, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly turned into a kind appearance, looking at him and nodding lightly: "Of course, your stepmother is also very beautiful, fifteen years younger than your father, right?" That's really a beautiful lady, just three years older than you, young and pretty. ”

As he spoke, Liszt had a kind smile on his face, as if the two were friends of the same age, and they were going to play rugby another day. But the cold sweat on Cheney's face had already appeared, and his angry eyes had been filled with fear, and even looking at Liszt's smiling appearance, he could only tremble and say, "You... What the hell do you know... What..."

"We know a lot, really a lot."

Liszt gently stepped back, and the hand that was tightly holding Cheney's neck slowly relaxed, and with the withdrawal of his strength, Cheney's whole person seemed to be paralyzed on the previous seat, breathing heavily, but the cold sweat on his forehead kept coming out, indicating the fear and panic in his heart. With a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, Liszt looked at Cheney in front of him, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Who would forget, that day two months ago?" That beautiful afternoon, the warm sunlight reflected the two figures on the sofa on the wall? ”

"You... You guys... How do you know... No... No, no, no... It's absolutely impossible... You guys... You guys..."

Cheney's eyes had widened suddenly, his eyes had shrunk to the smallest, and he slowly trembled, as if he had heard the whispers of the devil, but he sat down in the seat that was not real, and stared blankly at the front with wide eyes. Shaking his hands, barely supporting his body, he trembled his lips in disbelief and said, "You can't know... No one can ever know... You guys... How can you guys... How is it possible to know..."

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was almost emotionally broken, the corners of Liszt's mouth pursed instead. He reached out and patted Cheney in front of him, calming his shoulder and mood, with encouragement in his eyes, and there was no trace of mockery and disdain in his tone, only an appreciative tone: "Love makes people get carried away, but you're good, aren't you?" You are true love, and it is the communication between hearts that brings you love. Liszt smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and lowered his voice slightly: "It's not the forced love that is together for the sake of the mission, and it's not a father who passes on his son's information and all the intelligence to the hostile forces because of jealousy and anger. ”

"Father? My father? How can this be... Yes..."

There was panic in Cheney's eyes, but his subconscious rebuttal was quite weak. He suddenly remembered his father's eyes when he was leaving, looked at Liszt in front of him, but couldn't help but close his eyes, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his voice also cried: "No, I don't want it at all!" ”

Putting his hand on Cheney's shoulder, Liszt's voice was still calm, now that he had the initiative, he was now at ease. But he didn't say much, looked at this poor guy who had only received half a year of spy training, put the silver tube in his hand in front of his eyes, and asked in a calm tone: "So, where is the target of the radio signal?" Do you still understand why you should help pass this? ”

"Why did my father betray me? Why did he turn his back on the faith he had taught me as a child? ”

Cheney looked up, he was only twenty-three years old, he was already a young lad, but now his face was full of pain, and there were tears in both eyes. He had suffered a great blow, his spirit could not even allow him to integrate effectively, and looking at Liszt's calm eyes, he couldn't help but tremble and said, "He is my father!" But as he spoke, his head slowly lowered, and he choked softly: "Yes, my father, I'm sorry for him..."

"Yes, it's your father, but you're not sorry for him." Liszt looked at Cheney's collapsed appearance, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more flat, he gently patted this young man who was about the same age as himself, and said slowly: "Do you think that a young, energetic, and beautiful girl will marry a single man with nothing three years ago?" Liszt looked at Cheney quietly, and his words were still flat: "Do you think that a professional spy will only tell you your true identity half a year ago, and only use half a year to guide your espionage activities?" ”

Liszt spoke slowly, he looked at Cheney, who was wide-eyed in front of him, and said softly: "Don't be stupid, whose biological father would be like this?" Don't you notice that you don't look like him at all? The smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly mocking, but this expression made Cheney's breathing more and more rapid: "You should know, don't you?" Your love is your own choice, not an external choice for you. ”

"I am... I... That... No... Why is this happening... Why is this happening..."

Cheney's words were already filled with confusion and crying, and the sudden change in his worldview made him feel that the world had been turned upside down. And he thought about everything that had been, and he suddenly realized that it was really different, and as he got older, what occasionally seemed strange had become reasonable now. Eventually, he had a shadow in his mind, a lovely face, his mother, his stepmother, a woman fifteen years younger than his father and three years older.

"You've been abandoned, yes, you're already a useless guy, and your only mission now is to be killed by me, because you're dead in the eyes of some people."

The smile on the corner of his mouth curled, Liszt looked into Cheney's eyes, his voice was still flat, but with an inexplicable power: "How fascinating is love?" But your father has a bad waist, you know, no baby has been born in the three years of marriage, and the information you get is to ensure your life? Liszt smiled slowly, and he continued: "Don't be stupid, it's your father who has a bad kidney, do you often see him rubbing his waist?" Do you really think he's doing it for your good? Liszt's voice fell, but his face was extremely serious: "You have been abandoned, why can't you join us?" We can give you everything, they give up on you and we won't, we are willing to accept you! ”

Looking at Cheney's quivering lips, he wanted to say something but stopped talking. Especially the longing and thirst in his eyes, Liszt's words smashed into the young man's heart like a hammer: "The group of lolicons in World War II is not a group of kidney deficiency? The group of human beings who lost their relationship with the processing center, and the group of kidney defects in the breeding base of the World War II bar, who only know how to talk about Lori, are they not alive and well? Liszt slowly stepped back, reached out and took out the box of Canadian cigarettes in his pocket and threw it to him, looking at his completely nodding decadent appearance, he lit a cigarette himself, looked at Alaska outside the shooting hole, and said softly as if talking to himself: "Time, it's really precious..."

PS: Hahaha, let you ruin my reputation in the group, my revenge is coming! PPS: Just for the of World War II! Squinted smile and bracket smile