Defensive grenades have a larger charge and are much more powerful than ordinary grenades and grenades. Each E-Company soldier is already equipped with more than three U.S. federal M68 grenades, and even six are directly hung on their bodies. When the soldiers began to take their lives seriously, sacrificing their lives to pounce on the deathclaws and detonate the grenades they were carrying, the explosion of the grenades completely enveloped the corridor.

The blazing fireball was expanding, and the heat even ignited the surrounding air. Tiny fragments moved rapidly in the firelight, mixed with hard objects such as cement shards, forming more lethal objects. But what is more deadly is still the shock wave and high temperature, the center of the explosion instantly generated a high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees, directly engulfing the body of the death claw, and at the same time, the shock wave and the power of expansion also easily tore apart its tough skin, and at the same time, the thick claw was also torn apart.

The smoke cleared, and the flames had turned the corridor black. But the screaming continued, and became more and more tyrannical. The huge body slowly rose up, and countless pieces of flesh fell to the ground with its movements, as well as the internal organs and broken bones in the abdomen. It slowly walked out of the smoke, and the head with a small section of its cheek shaved off became more and more hideous. However, it raised its severed claws, but it still headed for the corridor in front of it, and the tyranny and madness in its eyes were already evident in the bloodshot eyes.

The existence of this far more than ordinary deathclaw test subject has undoubtedly suffered a heavy blow, as can be seen by the huge wounds all over its body, its bare internal organs, and its legs and feet, which even have bones exposed. But its tenacious vitality still makes it quite deadly, and this kind of creature that is originally studied as a biological weapon is undoubtedly qualified. In this confined space, it easily slaughtered a platoon-sized light infantry unit, and if it had been in a more complex field, it might not have suffered such serious injuries.

The M4A1 assault rifle continued to fire, but did not do anything other than burrow into the deathclaw's body. This small-caliber gunpowder weapon can no longer have any real lethality against this deathclaw, even those brave soldiers know all this. Their resistance was only an unyielding and futile act, and perhaps it was just for the sake of those comrades who died in battle, to have an explanation.

"Really, deathclaws?"

Liszt's figure slowly appeared in this corridor, and the blood and internal organs stained all over his body had turned into blood stains because of the heat wave and flames just now. He looked rather dirty, with patches of dry blood sticking to his face, even falling down with the movement of his cheeks, revealing the white skin inside. But under Liszt's slightly scorched eyebrows, there was a blazing look in his eyes, and the death claws in front of him were seriously injured, and this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

His steps were light, like a deft cheetah, and he quietly walked through the corridors. The blood beneath his feet had become quite viscous from the evaporation of the heat, and the thick smell of blood, mixed with the stench of internal organs and the smell of gunpowder burning, enveloped the entire corridor. Liszt stepped forward in it, and the arrow-shaped shotgun had already appeared in the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, looking at the death claws that were still moving forward more than ten meters in front of him, the corners of his mouth brought a smile: "But, then what?" ”

His foot passed over the stump of a soldier, and it appeared to be a thigh attached to his crotch, but it was also gone down from the calf. Of course, the owner of this thigh may have already died, and I don't know if he was trampled to death, or if he detonated a grenade and died with hatred. At least Liszt didn't care too much now, because the people who died in this corridor, not counting the researchers who could not be identified before, had more than thirty soldiers in Company E alone.

This is the number of personnel of three standard infantry squads, and it is quite common for three standard infantry squads to be killed in a large-scale war, and small military conflicts can be tolerated. But in one of the underground research institutes in this peacetime, more than thirty people died directly, and that was quite a serious consequence. And with the fact that Liszt and Old Bunard had previously found dead soldiers in the makeshift command post, they could even confirm that at least one platoon of troops had been killed. This is unthinkable, and it is in the United States itself, and it is also the most angry and sad for the elder Bunal, and it is also the reason why he is unwilling to escape.

"However, it's also a bit extreme, how can the commander of a unit let his anger get carried away by him?"

Liszt walked forward, the black barrel still aimed at the back of the deathclaw's head. His steps are light and fast, and he can't be heard at all in this complex environment, which also gives him a certain ability to conceal. And when he approached the deathclaw, the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned, and his heart was a little "thumping", and killing such a huge deathclaw with his own hands also made him feel a little excited.

But the excitement was not easy now, he looked at the back full of bone spurs in front of him, and the thick tail of the deathclaw, which was more than two meters long, wagged and pounded on the ground. But he still moved forward, stepping over the area where the tail was, barely a meter behind the deathclaw. He could even see through the bullet holes in his body that the old Bunard and the rest of the E Company soldiers on the other side were watching him stunned and dumbfounded.

"Bang-"

The dazzling light of fire reappeared in the dimly lit corridor, and a thick arrow-shaped shotgun had already rushed towards the muzzle of the gun in the direction pointed by the chamber, along with other small arrow-shaped shotguns, with the great power of the expansion of gunpowder. The professional armor-piercing arrow-shaped shotgun does not have a long range, but the arrow-shaped warhead has its own tail to balance the trajectory. What's more, the target was not far away, just less than a meter above, the death claw's wide, flat back of the head, quite a conspicuous target.

"This is for the soldiers who followed me, and I gave it back to you!"

The blazing muzzle flame expanded, and the arrow-shaped shotgun instantly tore through the barrier of space, easily exploding a ball of blood on the back of the deathclaw's head. Liszt didn't care too much, and the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was reloaded and reloaded, because an arrow-shaped shotgun had been re-entered on standby. And he didn't look at the shocked faces of the old Bunar and the other soldiers, as if he was roaring, he continued to pull the trigger fiercely: "This is for the soldiers who followed the old Bunard, and it was returned to you!" ”

"Bang bang-"

As if he could no longer stop firing, Liszt's Winchester M1887 shotgun fired at the flat back of the head in front of him with his rapid fire. A trace of green data appeared in the corner of his eyes, as if it was overflowing tears, but he did not have the slightest sadness in his heart, and he was calm. Because time seems to have slowed down, but the action of quickly loading and pulling the trigger in his hand to shoot is still fast, because he can do all this, and time has really slowed down.

He could see the deathclaw in front of him slowly trying to turn its head, and he could see the arrow-shaped shotgun in front of him slowly tearing through the air and shooting at the flat back of the head. He could even see the arrow-shaped shotguns stabbing into the skull, splashing bits of broken bones and white brains and bright red blood. But he continued to fire without stopping, and arrow-shaped shotguns were still filled into the lever-shaped shotgun.

"This is for the researchers in this laboratory, and it was returned to you!"

The data stream in his eyes slowly faded, and the muzzle flames burst out into a series of deafening gunshots. The arrow-shaped shotguns were already on the back of the deathclaw's head, almost lifting a piece of bone. In the midst of the blood and white brains, the deathclaw, which had not yet reacted, finally discovered that it was being attacked. But Liszt gritted his teeth and did not retreat in the slightest, and the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was still spraying the deadly arrow-shaped shotgun! He glared and roared, "Ruthless? Who can't kill whom!? ”

The Winchester M1887 shotgun stopped roaring, and a weakness appeared in Liszt's body, making him fall to the ground. But a gust of wind roared above him, and slammed into the wall next to him with a thud, causing a cloud of dust and cement to shard. The deathclaw in front of him retracted its thick tail, and from the sharp teeth broken by the grenade explosion, there was a kind of crazy roar, but it also had a certain kind of retracement.

"Poof—"

The thick claws slammed into the ground next to Liszt, but the death claw that was turning around was floating in its footsteps, and the huge body more than four meters tall slowly knelt down, and then pressed heavily towards Liszt. Liszt gritted his teeth, supported his body with his hands, and rolled to the side with the only remaining strength, almost clinging to his body, and the deathclaw's motionless body was heavily pressed into the corridor.

The sound of rough breathing still erupted from the nostrils of the deathclaw, and the bloodshot eyes were filled with blood. The eyes, in particular, were so red that they almost burst out of their sockets. And the gaze looked at Liszt, and even the body trembled slightly, as if it was struggling, and some kind of weak roar appeared in that throat, and then there was no more sound, as if it had died as a real deathclaw.

"Is it over?"

Liszt slowly narrowed his eyes, he looked at the soldiers with the surprise of the aftermath of the catastrophe, and couldn't help but smile on his face. He sighed softly, the stumps and the smell of blood all over the ground made him want to exchange for a box of cigarettes to smoke at such a time. But he looked at the old Bunard who came over, but he suppressed this thought of himself. At least there are some things that can't be shown to outsiders. But before he could say anything, a round of applause echoed through the corridor.

"Papa, papa, papa-"