“Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap.”
The palms slapped each other, making regular sounds.
In the suddenly silent corridor, it was quite harsh, and even felt a deep ridicule.
Liszt squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, looking in the direction of the sound, only to find that the sound of applause was coming from a broadcast speaker installed in a hidden place in the corridor.
However, his eyes glanced at the corner above the wall, where there was an oval-shaped object moving slowly, which was a camera.
The six soldiers still standing around also gathered around, holding the 4a1 assault rifle tightly in their hands again.
After the battle just now, their remaining courage had evaporated as they thought deeply afterwards.
Now their legs felt weak, especially looking at the huge death claw that had fallen to the ground motionless, and their hearts couldn't help but beat a few times rapidly, for fear that this terrifying guy would stand up again.
The image of this deathclaw slaughtering them crazily was played in front of their eyes just a few minutes ago.
The blood splashes brought up every time they waved their claws, and the crackling of bones under their feet, made them subconsciously tighten the weapons in their hands.
But their eyes looked at both sides of the corridor with some panic, and the slightest movement made them quite nervous.
If they don't have a psychiatrist to provide counseling after they finish this battle, it is estimated that even if they do not have post-war syndrome, they may have mental illnesses such as neurasthenia.
"This guy is dead, I'm sure of it."
As if he had exhausted all his energy, Liszt slowly lowered his head and took a deep breath of the turbid air that was suffocated in his chest.
The prompts given by the system were unmistakable, and the earning of 10,000 points made him feel that he deserved it.
It took nearly thirty people to kill this Death Claw.
It was obviously impossible without ten times more points than an ordinary Death Claw.
And when he turned to look at the soldiers around him, still carefully pointing his gun at the deathclaw corpse, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Don't be nervous, this is not a fantasy movie, this monster even has its brains flowing out."
If you don’t die, that’s really unreasonable.”
As he spoke, Liszt slowly raised his head and stood up slowly while supporting his body with his hands.
A feeling of weakness was still in his body, causing him to grit his teeth secretly.
This might be a sequelae of the rapid secretion of adrenaline, but Liszt also felt that it might be related to his ability to slow down time.
However, he didn't pay too much attention to this matter now.
He just raised his head and looked at the camera that was blackened by the flames.
He spat fiercely and said to the old Bunar with a cold face beside him: "I have some problems."
Hate the guy who claps."
"Yeah, I hate it too."
Old Bunar's face was extremely gloomy, and there was even a haze of resentment in his eyelids.
The hands of the 4a1 assault rifle were tightly clenched, as if they were being clenched into the hardest fists.
But he was still holding back, looking up at the camera, and a hoarse and tired voice reappeared in the corridor: "The 16th Mechanized Infantry Brigade is here to perform a rescue mission.
If you are a survivor, please contact us immediately."
He finished speaking, but no sound came out from the speaker, as if he was waiting for something.
After more than ten seconds, the voice from the speaker continued to appear: "Rescue mission oh oh oh, of course, of course, In a way, it was a rescue mission."
The voice paused slowly, and some vague voices that seemed to be talking to themselves appeared in the loudspeaker, but then the clear voice continued to appear in the loudspeaker: "Then I will wait for your arrival in the director's office, Of course, I will apply for commendation from the Federal Command for your heroic performance."
"commendation" He spat on the ground casually, disappearing in a dark red.
Old Bunnar seemed to be stamping out the cigarette butts he had thrown away.
When he stepped on it with his foot, he seemed to have stepped on a broken finger, as thick as a hard cigar.
It might be from a researcher, or it might be from a soldier of Company E.
Old Bunnar didn't think too much.
Instead, his gloomy face showed a faint smile, but there was no smile at all: "Oh, thank you so much. ” The only ones still standing in the corridor are six lucky E Company soldiers, as well as Bunner and Lister.
Of course, it should be said that the luck of the eight of them should be very good, because looking at the pieces of blood and residual limbs and internal organs scattered in this corridor of less than one or two hundred meters, one does not know how many people must have died to make it possible.
Become this hellish image.
Just looking at the original fifty-man light infantry platoon, but now only eight of them are left, one can understand how this hellish appearance came about.
A soldier took the initiative to help Liszt, and the others had already pointed their 4a1 assault rifles at the depths of the corridor in front of them.
But no one made any next move.
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They just turned to look at the old Bunar with some kind of expectation and desire in their eyes.
Because they all have a fear.
If there is another such terrifying monster deep in the corridor, then maybe shooting themselves in the chin is the best choice.
"We are soldiers, the United States Army."
Old Bunar walked forward first.
He had been crawling and rolling on the ground, and his shirt had already been stained with blood.
There were even many pieces of internal organs hanging on his body.
He did not look like a majestic general, but a butcher who came out of the slaughterhouse temporarily.
Old Bunar's gray hair has also been stained with large areas of dark red, and thick blood even slowly left behind his hair along the back of his head.
But his voice was still calm and suppressed: "Continue the mission."
Everyone followed, and Lister also refused the support of the soldiers next to him, took a slow breath, and walked forward using the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his hand as a crutch.
In fact, he didn't need this crutch.
As he panted, a little bit of strength gradually recovered.
He could feel that his recovery ability was much faster than that of ordinary people.
At least in just a few minutes, he, who was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, had the strength to walk.
But looking at Old Bunar in front of him, Liszt also felt a certain uneasiness in his heart.
At this time, it was not a reminder of his own safety, but a feeling for old Bunar.
But if you think about it carefully, you will know that the commander will be furious if his troops suffer heavy losses, let alone old Bunar who was confused and ordered to annihilate the monsters in this underground research institute.
"Now it looks more and more confusing."
Slowly putting the Winchester 1887 shotgun on his shoulder, List pulled the somewhat loose backpack.
There are still a lot of supplies inside the heavy place, and even more of them are ammunition for my shotgun.
Squinting slightly, Liszt looked at the depths of the corridor in front of him.
In the dim light, this corridor had gradually become normal, but there was still a lot of blood and internal organs fragments on the ground.
As he looked, an open door The steel gate is appearing in front of you.
Fortunately, no trace of the Death Claw was found.
Whether it was the large Death Claw that was more than four meters high just now, or the small Death Claw that was more than two meters high that we encountered before, they all seemed to have lost their traces and disappeared without a trace.
No trace.
But just when Liszt's heart slowly calmed down, a soldier who walked over to check took a deep breath, made a cautious gesture towards them, and reminded them: "There is something wrong."
Old Bunar and five other soldiers immediately spread out, raising their 4a1 assault rifles and aiming them at the front and rear of the corridor.
The 1887 shotgun was also pressed against his shoulder, watching cautiously as he looked deeper into the corridor.
But looking at the already opened gate, I couldn't help but frown, because the surface of the half-opened gate was covered with bright red blood, as if someone had deliberately poured it on it.
"It must have been contaminated by that monster.
This steel gate must have been guarding the inside for a long time."
As if aware of Liszt's doubts, Old Bunar also saw the blood on the steel gate, frowned slightly and looked at the surrounding situation, but he couldn't help but snorted: "Someone once sealed the entrances and exits inside and outside, and conducted underground research.
The outside of the shelter was isolated, but unexpectedly the steel gate was opened again, and the monster broke in and killed most of the survivors inside who fled outside. " Old Bunar walked forward.
There were corpses everywhere in the steel gate, but the damage was not too serious.
They looked like corpses that had been torn apart by sharp claws, rather than all those that had been trampled like outside.
Like minced meat.
Old Bunar came to a relatively intact body and squatted down, took off the gas mask on his head, and at the same time looked at the name tag on his chest, turned to Liszt and coldly snorted: "He is the security personnel of this underground research institute. , not a regular army.”
"Oh, of course, they are also young retired guys."
Just when Old Bunar wanted to continue saying something, a figure was walking out of the dim corridor.
He looked a little short and fat, and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
He frowned and said with disgust: "I'm sorry, it's so stuffy in my safe house.
I really can't wait to chat with you." " He walked over, looked at the corpses around him and frowned, as if he was looking for something, and cursed loudly: "That Bichi bitch who stole my things, I really want her.
That beautiful face was cut off entirely”: