Liszt's appearance was quite abrupt, and even those Soviets in white lab coats, who were obviously scientists, were still discussing the wreckage of the alien spaceship in front of them, and they had no idea that a soldier from the United States would appear here on a snowmobile, and he had already aimed the weapon that was obviously a shotgun at them!

There was a commotion in the group of researchers who often stayed in the laboratory, and there were even a few experts who were obviously old men, and some tongue flicks that were obviously not good words appeared in their mouths. If it weren't for a few middle-aged people around who were obviously wearing military uniforms to hold them, I am afraid that it would have been possible to rush up and engage in a close-range fight with Liszt angrily.

But a few invectives, for Liszt, who didn't know much Russian, was basically chicken-to-duck, and he didn't care at all. But he looked at the excited researchers, his eyes swept over the middle-aged people in military uniforms, and there was a little more banter between his eyebrows, and he slowly said in English: "Oh, dear gentlemen, it seems that here, I am not welcome?" ”

Liszt's voice seemed to carry a little grievance, and he looked at the experts more than ten meters in front of him, and he was also a little helpless. But Winchester, who was holding under his armpit, was still steady, the muzzle of his thumb-thick gun was already aimed at them, and the smile on his face was still bright: "Hey, don't do that, friend over there, maybe you should put your weapon down." ”

On the side of the wreckage of the alien spaceship, seven Soviet soldiers were standing there, the AKM assault rifles in their hands were already on their shoulders, and the muzzles of the guns had been locked on Liszt, all with solemn faces, but no one dared to shoot first. They were just stalemate, intimidating Liszt, because they knew it. If even one of the experts and officers next to him were killed, it was not a consequence that ordinary soldiers like them could afford.

They are proficient in combat, and they also know that a well-trained soldier, even if he is shot in the head, the last consciousness and strength are enough for his fingers to pull the trigger in a few tenths of a second. It's the reaction nerves in the human body at work.

Both sides fell into a strange insistence, the weapons in the hands of both sides were already aimed at each other, and within this range of less than ten meters, they were deeply afraid of each other, but they did not dare to easily put down the weapons in their hands. In particular, Winchester in Liszt's hands really made the Soviet soldiers in front of him who were holding AKM assault rifles feel a serious threat.

A shotgun is not a submachine gun or an assault rifle, and the first few rounds can float into the sky if left unchecked. This weapon does not shoot very often. As long as the trigger is gently pulled, the one-sided damage caused, even a single bullet is extremely considerable, and no one dares to guarantee that it can kill with one shot and at the same time, avoid Lister's reactive nerve pulling the trigger.

"Buzz-woo-woo-"

However, the roar of some kind of engine and exhaust gas was transmitted around this hillside, and the Soviets around the wreckage of the alien spacecraft were extremely embarrassed. And the seven Soviet soldiers with rifles. They also subconsciously turned their heads to look around, as they swept the backs of the experts and officers in front of them. There was also a little more despair on his face.

More than a dozen snowmobiles have also appeared around, and the furious engines and exhaust pipes have come together to make a deafening sound. And the thirty or so marines on it had already stopped at the same time, and all the M4A1 assault rifles in their hands were pulled out and pressed against their shoulders, the muzzles of the black holes. It was already all aimed at these Soviet experts and officers, faintly forming a semi-encircled pocket.

"It's a wonderful special operation, it's simply unexpected."

A middle-aged man in an army-green military uniform slowly stepped forward and clapped his palms at Liszt, without the slightest panic or disbelief on his face. just looked at him flatly, clapped his palms as if he was appreciating a drama, and his tone was also full of admiration, and he said slowly: "Young American, your tactics are convincing. ”

He seemed to be a high-ranking man, and the experts and other officers behind him did not stop his movements, and even the seven Soviet soldiers with rifles, looking at this middle-aged man who came out, there was a certain overwhelm in their eyes, but they did not dare to put down the rifle in their hands without authorization, still with cold sweat on their foreheads, sweeping the surrounding marines, their teeth were already clenched, and their breathing was slowly held.

"Thank you very much for the compliment, I have to say that your level of English reminds me of a lot of old guys in Washington."

The smile on the corner of his mouth was still bright, but Liszt slowly put down Winchester in his hand, and now the scene was under control, and he didn't need to do it himself. And Liszt looked at the middle-aged Soviet officer in front of him, but nodded slowly, signaling his friendliness, and at the same time shrugged his shoulders lightly: "Then next, can you ask the seven young men over there to put down the weapons in their hands?" ”

"Lay down your arms? That's an overkill. ”

The middle-aged Soviet officer raised his head slightly, he looked at the dozen or so helicopters hovering at an altitude of several hundred meters, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a little wry smile, and he slowly exhaled, he turned his head and gestured to the seven Soviet soldiers, and said with some helplessness in his tone: "But considering the current situation, this is also the most reasonable request." ”

The seven Soviet soldiers hesitantly put down the AKM assault rifles in their hands, and looking at the eyes of the middle-aged officer, they also threw the rifles in their hands on the snow a few steps away from them, and stood obediently to the side motionless. And the middle-aged Soviet officer also turned to Liszt and asked, "Then next, there will be troops from the American Federation to receive us?" ”

Before Liszt could speak, the middle-aged officer's face was also a little disappointed, he couldn't help but shake his head, and said to Liszt with a wry smile: "Who would have thought that a group of guys who were forced into the cave turned out to be special forces that had been planned a long time ago?" I have to admire the commander of this battle, that terrifying strategic vision, shocking. ”

"Shocked? Well, maybe, it did surprise me to meet you here. ”

Nodding slowly, Liszt's face was still smiling, but he looked up at the helicopter that was still hovering, his eyebrows were also a little dignified, and he gently stretched out his hand to the middle-aged Soviet officer, and made a gesture of invitation: "Dear Mr. Soviet Union, can you let these pesky flies above?" Maybe we should go to a safe place and have a good cup of coffee to warm up on this winter day. (To be continued.) )