Who knows what is appearing outside, and based on the roaring sounds that Liszt discovered on TV programs before, coupled with the influence of various horror movies in his previous life, he is now extremely cautious.
He came to this world in a daze, and he didn't want to lose his life in this small town where he had only lived for a few years.
He had not enjoyed many wonderful things, so it would be a pity to die in a daze.
Moreover, Liszt is not sure whether he will return to the previous world if he really dies in this world.
If it doesn't work, then your death will really be in vain.
"Hi, Mr.
Lister, are you there?"
There were a few more slight knocks on the door, but the subtle knocks didn't even sound like they could wake up a sleeping person.
There was a slight pause outside for a few seconds, but there was no further knocking on the door.
Just a low-pitched voice came from outside the door: "I am John, the fitness consultant on the second floor.
I was once a ranger.
We worked together on the Mexican front. " "John" Liszt in the room couldn't help being slightly stunned.
Of course he knew about the blond and blue-eyed John on the second floor who was quite popular with young women.
And although their friendship was not considered to be good friends, they could still talk to each other because they had cooperated on the front line of the Mexican battlefield.
After swallowing slowly, Liszt gently moved toward the wall of the room.
He leaned closer and also replied softly: "Hello John, although it's nice to see you, I think you'd better explain the situation."
"Oh oh oh, God, I praise you from the bottom of my heart.
This is simply a bright light in the darkness.
I knew you were really at home, Mr.
Lister."
John outside the door seemed to be very excited, and he couldn't help but raise his voice a little bit, but he obviously realized that he was confused.
After calming down and waiting for three to five seconds, and finding that there was no other abnormal situation, Then he still lowered his voice and said slowly: "It's me outside, my neighbor Jack, and Albin on the first floor.
They all came to you to discuss our situation."
Listening to the sounds outside, Liszt, who had his whole body pressed against the door, pondered for a moment and then slowly opened the door.
And as the gap opened, three figures walked in cautiously in the darkness, especially with their light hands and feet, for fear that they might make a little noise.
"Jack Albin, if I remember correctly, you all seem to be from the U.S.
Army."
Although it has been almost more than a year since he came here, Liszt is still not very familiar with the guys downstairs.
He only got to know them occasionally when he heard them introduce themselves.
But at this time, he looked at the three people in front of him, and finally focused on the blond John, nodded slowly and said: "That's really good."
After rigorous military training and having been tempered on the battlefield, they are better at dealing with such situations than ordinary civilians.
After all, military training can give them strong bodies and conditioned reflex actions, and the battlefield can also give them the will to face danger without fear.
At least compared to ordinary civilians, real soldiers can be trusted in critical moments.
At least when they encountered enemies and dangers, this group of strictly trained soldiers played a role that was countless times greater than that of ordinary civilians.
This was the experience he gained on the Mexican frontline battlefield, and this experience was almost achieved with blood. condensed.
"Mr.
Lister, if you still have weapons, then our safety is at least guaranteed."
John no longer had the coolness and style that he once had when he was a fitness consultant.
His blond hair was now wet with the cold sweat on his forehead, hanging down and sticking to his forehead.
And his big eyes were full of melancholy and anxiety, especially when he looked at Liszt, he said softly and hastily: "I accidentally saw a horned monster over two meters high before."
As he spoke, he looked outside the window.
All that was left in the thin gap was gray mist and a gray sky.
This made his heart beat a few times.
It took him a while to calm down, then he swallowed and continued: "I guess our troops are going to war with them."
"Wait a minute, you're talking about a horned monster over two meters tall."
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The title he spoke made Liszt lower his head slightly.
This kind of title was quite unusual, or in other words, other than describing monsters in movies, it had almost nothing to do with daily life. 1887 also tightened his grip a bit, and just chewed: "A horned monster over two meters tall."
Liszt slowly raised his head, and there was only solemnity on Liszt's face, and there was only solemnity and seriousness in his eyes when he looked at John. 1887 had already held it tightly, and even veins appeared on the back of his hand.
He just looked at John and asked word by word: "Did you really see it?"
"Yes, I saw it too, they are like demons in hell" Jack next to him clenched his fists.
He stared at Liszt with wide eyes, and his somewhat immature face was now full of solemnity and seriousness.
And when he recalled what he accidentally saw in the gray fog outside the window, he still couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Look at the communities on both sides of the street now.
It's so quiet.
There are definitely a lot of people."
People saw it.”
"Although I didn't see it, I also heard the sound of a sharp object rubbing against each other, right outside my window.
It lasted for at least five or six minutes."
Albin, who lived on the first floor, obviously had more say.
It was he who carefully opened the door and walked out from the corridor to gather Jack, who had both served in the U.S.
Army, and John, who had served in the Rangers. .
And thinking about his fearful state of mind when he was huddled in the corner for fear of being discovered, even now he couldn't help but clenched his fists and said: "Those are really demons from hell.
I even heard them talking to each other at that time.
The roar of time” "Oh, well, that's wonderful, gentlemen."
After touching his nose, Liszt smiled softly.
He held Winchester 1887 in his arms, knelt on one knee and looked at the three people in front of him.
He shook his head helplessly and smiled: " So, what I’m wondering now is, it’s not some live-action comedy show.”
Looking at the three of them, Liszt's smile became more and more helpless, but his eyes were still serious and vigilant. 1887, as long as he is willing, he can blast the No. 12 standard smokeless shotgun in front of him within 0.5 seconds.
But Liszt leaned forward, stared at the eyes of the three people in front of him one by one, smiled and shook his head: "You all know, I am just a retired petty officer, if the reality show comes Here, I don’t think I have many funny cells to help everyone.”
"You are the famous Butcher of Paradise.
In two encounters, three encirclements and annihilations, and two battles to hold on to strongholds, at least more than 300 Mexican guerrilla prisoners were killed by you to restore the decadent morale."
John slowly lowered his head.
His blond hair and blue eyes looked a little decadent.
In fact, the two friends around him were almost in the same state.
But when they looked at Lister, there was a little awe and encouragement in their eyes.
John looked into his eyes and said slowly: "You have always been a hero among the Marine Corps and the U.S.
Army.
We will not "I will consider how the damn military courts and parliament blocked these things."
"Well, this is just a little episode that happened in the past, and of course I'm not proud of it."
Touching the tip of his nose, the smile on Liszt's lips slowly turned up, but it was neither happy nor proud, nor did he have much annoyance or regret.
There is no right or wrong on the battlefield.
When he walked out of the military academy and came to the front line of the battlefield, he was first a killing machine and survived, and then a human being.
The three regiments of Mexican guerrillas had surrounded him and his company on the hills, in a small village originally controlled by the Mexican guerrillas.
If he hadn't shot all the guerrilla prisoners in front of all his subordinates, creating an irreversible situation, I'm afraid the half of the company he led at the time wouldn't have been able to support the arrival of large reinforcements three days later.
Gently turning his head and glancing at the already gray sky outside the window, Liszt still had a slight smile on his lips.
He now seemed to be an excellent employee of a car repair shop.
But when his subordinates saw his appearance, they all knew that it was with this look that Lister used the 1911 semi-automatic pistol to kill the Mexican guerrilla prisoners one by one.
"Don't worry if you don't have weapons.
I remembered that I have three weapons under my bedroom."
Exhaling gently, Liszt looked at their decadent looks, the smile on his face was still faint and seemed extremely calm.
And he gently stood up and walked towards the bedroom, and gestured to the three of them, saying slowly: "You guys wait for me here.
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I don't want you to see all the things I treasure."
He didn't wait for John and the three of them to answer, and walked quietly and quickly towards the bedroom, leaving only John and the three of them squatting carefully in the bedroom.
And he turned his hand and closed the door, but did not rummage through the cabinets to find the so-called weapons.
As a time traveler, and with a Call of Duty system, he did not need to buy any treasures at all.
Because the points he had accumulated on the battlefield, even now, can be exchanged for weapons used by three people in front of him.
And what Liszt wanted to exchange was not just weapons.
In this complex urban environment, he knew that some additional equipment was necessary
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