The stalemate between the two sides did not last long, and the clear situation also made the Soviet side, which was extremely weak, choose to forbear and retreat. The scientific researchers in white lab coats had also closed their mouths, and the officers in green military uniforms had already taken out their pistols and threw them on the snowdrift next to them.

Although they all had unwillingness and anger in their eyes, in front of the M4 rifles in the hands of the group of marines, they could only obediently shut up and wait for the next arrangement. However, most of them were not worried, especially the Soviet scientific research expert in a white lab coat, whose face was even more gloomy and tinged with a certain pride.

As leading experts in certain fields, they do not worry about any harm to themselves, whether it is the Soviet Union, the American Federation, or any country in the world, they are extremely eager to acquire talents, and they also understand that the knowledge in their heads is their greatest dependence on survival.

But for Liszt, who has a system, the most cutting-edge experts in these fields really don't have much effect on him, and if he has enough points, he can even redeem everything. And this is not simply to say, the Call of Duty system has a complete technology tree, and the technology level is in some ways more advanced than this world!

And Liszt tilted his head slightly, glanced at the group of Soviet scientists with pride on their faces, and couldn't help but shake his head. Although this group of guys is indeed captive, but as a unique identity of scientific researchers, it is also a little helpless, but Liszt turned his head to look at the middle-aged officer who put down the radio communication microphone, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that it has been made clear?" ”

"Everything is clear, even if it's not explained, isn't it?"

The middle-aged officer also had a smile on his face, but there was also a little embarrassment between his eyebrows. Slowly threw the handbag-sized radio in his hand into the snow next to him, reached out and took off the large-brimmed hat on his forehead, flicked the little snowflakes on it, and said with a wry smile: "Then then, we will follow your arrangement, sir." ”

Nodding. Liszt's gaze swept over the radio thrown away in the snow, and said to the middle-aged officer with a smile on his face: "You can call me Liszt, I don't know what your name is?" As he spoke, he jumped off the snowmobile under him, and as his calves sank into the snow, a chill made him raise his eyebrows: "It's really cold." ”

However, he looked up at the sky, and the eleven Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopters that were still hovering in the air had also left the area with the middle-aged officer's words. Smiling slowly, Liszt walked towards him. He also stretched out his hand and said, "Although there are some surprises, maybe we don't need to have some serious conflicts. ”

"Bredevsky in Moscow."

The middle-aged officer sighed slowly, looking at the figure of Liszt coming over, but his eyes subconsciously swept over Winchester who was hanging on the snowmobile, there was no expression on his face, he also took half a step forward, stretched out his hand as if to show his friendliness, and sighed: "If there is no too strong conflict." That's a good thing too. ”

The two shook hands, and it looked like an ordinary exchange. There is not the slightest smell of gunpowder. And this middle-aged officer named Bryjewski also has a slight smile on his face, although he is depressed, but he looks polite, compared to those politicians in the big federal cities of the United States, he is not at all reckless.

"So... uh..."

Liszt had a smile on his lips. He was about to say something, but the corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the hand that Bledevsky held him and pulled down sharply, and the burly and strong body of the Slav was already slamming into his chest, and the other hand was already from the bottom up. I didn't know where to take out a dagger, and it flashed with cold light and wanted to put it on his neck.

Brejewski's face was already extremely solemn, and he was once a special forces soldier and had a lot of experience in hand-to-hand combat. The dagger that had been hidden in his cuff for many years had also come in handy at this time, and he was sure that in the face of this sudden and lightning-fast attack, even the instructor he used to specialize in hand-to-hand combat skills would not be able to react at all!

And he was also sure that if he controlled the obviously captain, then there might be a glimmer of hope of escaping. After all, the encounter between the two sides was also extremely sudden, and he didn't think that the appearance of this group of Americans driving snowmobiles was premeditated.

"How... Possible?! ”

But Bryjewski's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Liszt in disbelief, who was still smiling, but the dagger that wanted to be held over couldn't help but let go of the pain and fell to the ground with the strength of the wrist being held tightly. He gasped deeply, because after the explosion of power just now, he now found that this seemingly skinny American was like an iron man, and he couldn't breathe!

"Mr. Bryjewski, although I don't want to say it, in fact, you are like a child in my eyes."

Liszt gripped Bryjewski's wrist tightly, and his other hand was already caught in his arm like a rope, and the whole person was slightly strained, and with the clicking sound of the joint, the burly officer already showed a pained expression. And Liszt's afterglow swept over the seven soldiers who wanted to help, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was still bright: "Of course, this is not aimed at you, but everyone present is like the most innocent child in my eyes." ”

On the surrounding snowmobiles, the Marines had also jumped down and taken two steps forward in the knee-high snow, and the M4A1 assault rifles in their hands had been aimed at the Soviets. And their eyes are also solemn and cold, looking at that look, they don't care about their identities at all, if they dare to move, they will shoot without hesitation!

"Okay, maybe you can get serious now."

Letting go of Bryjewski, Liszt looked at his embarrassed appearance, and the smile on his face had already subsided. Looking at the dagger that fell in the snow under his feet, he slowly picked it up and put it in his hand, held down the tip and handle of the knife, and with the power of the dagger made by the military industry, it instantly shattered into two, and fell into the snow layer as if it was smashed by a giant hammer. But Liszt's face was also solemn, looking at the Soviet officers and experts in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "It should also be a bit of a prisoner." (To be continued.) )