The urban combat boots on his feet stepped on the concrete floor, and Liszt's face was expressionless.
Although the strong smell of blood in the corridor was like entering a slaughterhouse, he was as calm as if he was walking in his own living room.
He slowly stepped forward, and his brand new urban combat boots lifted up with his steps, and drops of bright red liquid dripped down immediately.
It seemed that there were a lot of bright red fragments on it, and the muddy Like pulling your legs out of the swamp.
The 249 light machine gun in Liszt's hand had been raised and placed on his shoulder.
The black muzzle moved with the tactical flashlight on the slot on the side of the gun.
Three 200-round standard light machine gun ammunition belts were wrapped around his shoulders and waist, and right next to him was his deputy shooter and bodyguard, who was vigilantly scanning the surroundings with a 4a1 assault rifle. .
The guard was also wrapped with three 200-round standard light machine gun ammunition belts, and even had six defensive grenades hung on his waist, within easy reach of both hands.
"Be careful, don't act rashly, we need to be calm."
Breathing slowly, Liszt seemed not to notice the strong smell of blood in his breath, but the hand holding the 249 light machine gun was still strong and steady.
While walking forward, he heard the occasional retching and gentle coughing behind him.
Instead, he frowned slightly and turned to glare at the deputy shooter and the other ten fully armed soldiers who were following him.
He reminded softly: "You are all well-trained elites of the United States Federation.
Don't let external things affect your senses."
The light of tactical flashlights appeared in this corridor, and a soldier named E Company followed Liszt carefully.
They stepped forward calmly and quickly, trying their best to scan the end of the tactical flashlight ahead and focus their attention.
However, the strong smell of blood in their noses, the slight resistance when they stepped on and lifted them up when walking, and the squeaking sound of dripping water made them unable to concentrate effectively at all.
Because it makes them really, really disgusting.
When they stepped on the urban combat boots on their feet, bright red liquid immediately flowed out through the gaps in the soles.
Some relatively thick and flexible fragment-like objects remained under their feet, or even stuck in the gaps in their soles, as they walked forward, or dripped on the floor with the bright red viscous liquid.
Or maybe it's stuck on the sole of the shoe, making a slight squeaking sound with every step.
"This is simply a slaughterhouse, oh no, God, it can even be said to be a bloody hell."
The deputy shooter behind Liszt was breathing slowly.
Even though he had vomited when he walked into this corridor, now he felt that his empty stomach was still squirming and wanting to vomit towards the outside world.
What.
Gritting his teeth hard, he finally suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, but when he subconsciously looked at the countless broken limbs and pieces of meat in the pieces of blood-red liquid at his feet, he couldn't help but feel a smile on his face.
Pieces of paleness.
"There is no need for a priest here, my dear deputy archer."
A smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth, but there was a coldness in Liszt's eyes, and he turned to look at the soldiers behind him who had obviously wrong expressions on their faces.
Instead, there was a hint of cold snort: "That's right, even here It's a human slaughterhouse, but so what."
The 249 light machine gun in his hand was held in front of his chest.
There was no expression on his face, but there was only deathly silence in his eyes: "A group of miserable scientific researchers, even the ferocious It’s impossible to kill any dog, let alone a deathclaw.”
Liszt continued walking backwards with his back on his back, as if he was quite relieved about the dim corridor behind him.
Looking face to face with the deputy shooter behind them and the ten E Company soldiers scattered in two rows on both sides, the smile at the corner of their mouth faded lightly.
The eyes looking at the world made them feel that this Paradise Butcher was returning to the world.
His territory is like that, arrogant and lonely, and contempt for life.
In fact, this is exactly what happened.
After retiring from the Mexican battlefield, Liszt had already forgotten all his actions on the Mexican battlefield.
And now walking in this corridor that is like a sea of blood, the Paradise Butcher who was on the Mexican battlefield has truly arrived in this underground research institute in 2059.
These sticky blood and mutilated limbs were only a little more cruel to Liszt, who had experienced real battlefields.
He once shot the prisoners to death, piled their corpses into the walls of the fortress, and even chopped off their heads.
When they are piled into pyramids and stuck on the top of trees to scare the attacking Mexican guerrillas, they are more frightening than these ketchup-like settings.
"These you are scared.
I told you that when you are threatened by real death, these are just as cute as the tomato sauce when appetizing side dishes, and even you will enjoy your breakfast on these residual limbs. " The smile on his lips became higher and higher.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
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The rich smell of blood made him feel like he was back on the Mexican battlefield.
For some reason, Liszt suddenly missed that time. 1911 semi-automatic pistol, put the muzzle of the gun on the heads of the prisoners, watch them cry or curse or beg for mercy, then pull the trigger while wiping the brains and blood splashing on their faces, and continue to the next prisoner.
Just fine.
"At that time, I felt as if I was a superior god.
But he threw the 249 light machine gun directly to the deputy shooter next to him.
Ignoring the young man who hurriedly caught the light machine gun, he took it out with his backhand and stuck it in his backpack.
Winchester 1887 shotgun.
He turned back to the corridor and pointed the black muzzle at a storage box next to him: "And now, I can also decide your life or death. " When the Winchester 1887 shotgun in Lister's hand was pointed at the storage box, the eleven E Company soldiers behind him suddenly realized and pointed their 4a1 assault rifles there.
At the same time, the two soldiers who were the first to react quickly walked over, kicked open the small door of the storage box with a flying kick, and then shouted toward the inside: "Who is there, come out?"
"Don't shoot, don't shoot.
I'm a researcher at this underground research institute."
A panicked voice came from the storage box, and at the same time, a young man wearing a white isolation gown crawled out of the storage box embedded in the wall.
It was as if he was quite panicked when facing the muzzle of a gun, especially when he looked at the larger-caliber Winchester 1887 shotgun in Lister's hand.
There was an excited look on his face with the old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and he held his hands She even trembled and drew the cross on her chest: "Are you the reinforcements?
Great, I'm saved.
Thank God, I'm saved."
"It shouldn't be God.
At least you have to thank us first."
Liszt frowned and looked at this researcher who was obviously in his twenties.
Thanks to his keen ears, he also discovered this guy in the storage box. 1887 Shotgun, his eyes glanced at the name tag on the researcher's chest, and he nodded slowly: "But it is God's will that you live.
This is really good, Bell, can you tell us what is going on here?
"?"
"The creature we were studying appeared in the underground research institute for some reason, and it slaughtered my colleagues crazily.
God, it was hell.
My colleagues were almost torn to pieces by it."
The researcher named Bell was shaking all over.
As long as that crazy picture appeared in his mind, his legs would become weak and he would be unable to stand at all.
But when he wanted to continue to say something, he suddenly reacted and subconsciously covered his chest and took two steps back.
With a painful expression on his face, he just shook his head at Liszt and the others and said: "This belongs to It’s a state secret, I can’t say more, otherwise it will harm you.”
"You mean, it" Lister was obviously not interested in so-called state secrets, and even if he wanted to, he would tell more than this researcher.
Most of the creatures in the wasteland of later generations have been under extremely covert research even before the pre-war world.
Whether it is death claws, mutants, or even mutant wasps and rats, they were all developed in the pre-war world within more than ten years. established a certain research foundation.
Liszt was now more interested in the singular "it" in Bell's mouth.
After pondering for a moment, he looked at Bell in front of him and said, "It's not them."
"That's a real terrifying monster, the work of the head of our underground research institute."
Bell breathed deeply, but he couldn't help but look at the crimson blood around him, as well as the stumps and internal organ fragments on the ground.
Pointing forward to the exit, he said loudly: "Let's go quickly.
That terrifying monster is not comparable to other experimental subjects.
It can even tear into pieces dozens of its low-level cousins by itself."
"You two, take him away."
Liszt stood up slowly.
He already understood what Bell said.
Even though it was quite simple and vague, he still knew that the so-called more terrifying monster must be the death claw.
Looking at the dim light faintly revealed in the depths, he couldn't help but frown even more.
He pointed at the two E Company soldiers behind him and said: "Bring it to General Bunar, and then tell him that heavy fire support and firepower are needed here."
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"A large number of troops"
Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned gloomy, because he had already seen a huge figure in the depths of the corridor in front of him, leaning against the ceiling of the corridor, occupying almost half of the corridor space.
The originally gray-brown rock-like figure had been stained with a large area of blood red, and the two long horns on the top of the head were extending more and more.
The low roar in the throat echoed like thunder in the corridor: