In the cabin of this M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, it is as if the automatic fire extinguishing function has been activated, and a large amount of smoke has almost become a substance, and a light fluctuating smoke can be rolled up with a wave of your hand. Liszt touched his nose a little helplessly, and opened all the machine gun shooting holes next to him, which suddenly made him feel a lot better with the influx of fresh air. Two smoke dragons erupted from his nostrils, and there was some helpless apology in his words: "I'm really sorry, although it's so beautiful, but I still have to admit that I don't usually smoke." ”

With the cigarette in his hand, Liszt didn't care that the cabin was still silent. Reaching out and putting the cigarette butt to his lips, he couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, after a long while, the mellow breath filled his lungs, bringing him a different kind of satisfaction, and he slowly exhaled it very comfortably: "Canadian cigarettes are very gentle, especially the little mint fragrance in them, mixed with the taste of nicotine, which makes people feel really good." Liszt looked at the man sitting in the middle in front of him, nodded appreciatively, and said, "Oh, Cheney, did you bring it?" To be honest, I would like to thank you for your generosity, you must know that these brands of cigarettes are not common in the United States. ”

But the man who sat in the middle with his head bowed was still smoking his cigarette silently with his head down, and did not even look up when Liszt got into the car. There were some bruises on his cheeks, as if they had been caught in something, and the faint blood stains had not been wiped off his face, it was obvious that something had happened. But the expression on his face was still flat, and he was equally silent, just quietly smoking the half-lit cigarette.

"Hey, Cheney, don't do that, we should have a good talk."

Liszt looked at Cheney, who was sitting in the middle, and couldn't help but shake his head. But for Cheney, who is still smoking with his head down, and has an attitude that is completely silent and golden, he is a little helpless. He took two deep puffs of the cigarette, making the faint smoke in the cabin a little thicker, and his voice was very sincere with the smoke permeating: "Just like your cigarette, it is a good starting point." Liszt stretched out two fingers to hold the cigarette, stared at it and turned it slowly: "Maybe your father gave it to you before you left, or maybe your mother bought it when you visited your grandmother in Canada?" ”

It seemed that Liszt's words had taken effect, and Cheney's hand, which was still smoking, slowly stopped. But his action was to throw away the only remaining cigarette butt, and at the same time step on it with his foot to extinguish the embers, turn his head very calmly, swept Liszt and the cigarette in his hand, and asked calmly to the guy on the right side next to him: "Charlemagne, can you give me another cigarette?" ”

The clothes on their bodies were almost identical, all of them were standard Alaskan snow combat uniforms, standard equipment uniformly equipped by the United States Federation. But this Cheney has no weapons other than this clothes, and if you look closely, you can see that his hands and feet seem to be locked in handcuffs, and even a belt is locked to the seat of the carriage at his waist. He was locked in the infantry fighting vehicle, and the two able-bodied scouts were watching him firmly, one left and one right.

"Cigarettes? Oh, of course, this was originally your cigarette, but I don't know why it came to me. ”

Shrugged slightly, even though the Cheney did not answer Liszt's words, he was still very happy. With a sunny smile on his face, Liszt took the initiative to lean over, and at the same time poked out a cigarette in the cigarette case, handed it over and let him hold it in his mouth: "Look, so that we have a topic, look at my sincerity and you will know that we can communicate." Liszt reached out and took out the lighter, and a little flame appeared in the cabin, but he did not light the cigarette in Cheney's mouth in front of him, but only held the lighter with the flickering flame in one hand, and asked slowly: "Where is the destination of the radio signal transmission?" ”

Cheney's eyes were calm, and even though the flickering flame was less than five centimeters from his eyes, there was still no fear in his eyes. Just shook the cigarette with the mint fragrance in his mouth, slowly turned his head to look at the scout he was talking to just now on the right, and still asked calmly, "Charlemagne, can you light it for me?" ”

"Cheney, don't do this, we're all going to be sad."

As if humiliated by being ignored, Liszt shook his head sadly, but his hand pulled out the cigarette from Cheney's mouth without hesitation. He also walked back to the hatch where he had been sitting before, sighed slowly and helplessly, and at the same time put the cigarette to his lips without disgust, and then lit it lightly with a lighter. He took a deep breath of the mellow and minty smoke, and then he slowly breathed out in his mouth, looking at Cheney in front of him and said helplessly: "This is a Canadian brand-name cigarette, but it can't be bought in the United States." ”

But Cheney still looked at him calmly, without even any superfluous expression on his face, as if he were quietly watching something that was none of his business. And this action of his seemed to arouse the anger in the heart of the scout next to him, whom he called Charlemagne.

Charlemagne's burly body stood up suddenly, his arms couldn't even be seen clearly, and he slapped Cheney's white face hard. With that crisp sound, Charlemagne grabbed his hair with his hands, twisted his whole body and pulled it up, gritted his teeth in his face and yelled: "Damn Soviet spy, you think you're still the same as before, and we're going to treat you as our friend?" ”

"Hey, Charlemagne, don't do that, let's communicate in words!"

Liszt turned his head slightly to look away, as if he could not bear the violence, but he did not stop Charlemagne's rough movements. In fact, no one will take what he says seriously, even the beaten Cheney still has a calm look on his face, as if he was not the one who was beaten. Seeing this, Liszt shook his head helplessly, came back to Cheney with the cigarette in his mouth, looked at him helplessly and said, "Firmly communist? It's like I'm a lackey of capitalism. ”

His words seemed to have a playful meaning, and the corners of Cheney's mouth in front of him finally showed a smile. But the corners of the mouth were upturned, the smile was sneering, and the eyes of those who looked at Liszt were full of ridicule. At this time, he finally spoke, looked at Liszt and said slowly: "Even if you can destroy my body, you can't destroy my soul. He smiled slowly: "What gives me strength is what you fear." ”

"Of course, well, you and I don't have the same beliefs, and although your words are very philosophical, I actually understand them."

The corners of Liszt's mouth also slowly curled into a smile, and he looked at Cheney in front of him, and the faces of the two were even less than ten centimeters apart. Slowly puffing out two smokes in his nostrils, Liszt didn't care about Cheney's ridicule and disdain in front of him, he nodded appreciatively: "You see, we at least have a topic to talk about now, and we are not as silent and embarrassed as before." Liszt looked at Cheney in front of him, and his pilgrimage-like expression made him nod his head and exclaim: "What an excellent communist, this is worthy of admiration." As he spoke, his hand gently touched Cheney's neckline, as if Charlemagne had choked him so hard just now, his eyes widened, and his voice seemed to come out of between his teeth: "But what does that have to do with me?" ”

The hands were like iron tongs, and the strength at the tiger's mouth made Chel cough a few times, but Liszt's face did not have the slightest kindness as before, he looked at the young man who finally showed a sad appearance, but the threat in his words was obvious: "You think your radio signal is really that reliable?" This is less than fifteen kilometers from Anchorage, and you think the Soviet troops really dare to rush over and find the secrets you are hiding? ”

Liszt's right hand gripped Chel's throat tightly, and his left hand pulled out a thumb-sized silver object from his trouser pocket. Looking at Cheney's suddenly shocked and incredulous eyes, Liszt's right hand was still tightly gripping his throat, and the voice seemed to come out of his throat: "My time is really, really precious, and I want to know, where is the destination of the radio signal?" ”