This squat, middle-aged man looked quite angry.
He even bent down and pulled at the remains of the dead security soldiers on the ground.
But turning over one by one, he completely lifted off the gas mask on his head, and the anger and hatred on his face rose more and more, making him unable to help but curse angrily and loudly: "What a bunch of people!"
Trash, she let a spy sneak into the research team, and she successfully stole my research results."
While he was cursing, he also turned to look at Liszt and Old Bunar who stood up slowly.
His eyes were obviously angry, but he pointed at him directly without any scruples because of Old Bunar's gray hair.
He cursed loudly: "Could it be that the experience accumulated through age , has it already happened to you?
Didn't you find a spy when you came in?
Do you know how important my research results are?
Even if you all die, you must leave my research results to me. , your pile of rubbish is nothing compared to the slightest bit.”
"What" The short and fat man in front of him suddenly burst out with a burst of curses, which made the soldiers who walked in couldn't help frowning.
But Old Bunar's body was slightly shaken as he slowly stood up.
His gray hair looked quite messy on his forehead.
But his eyes under his gray hair suddenly revealed two sharp glances.
Especially looking at the arrogant look of the short, fat man, Old Bunar slowly looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "What did you say?"
"Did I say something wrong, you losers?"
The short and fat man looked at Old Bunar, and the handkerchief in his hand moved away from his mouth and nose because of his wide eyes.
He waved it heavily in front of him, and at the same time pointed at the dirty clothes on Liszt and the other six soldiers.
He looked like a beggar, but there was no trace of the fat man’s kindness on his chubby face.
Only loud scoldings came out of his mouth: “If the death of you losers can bring back my research results, then I will really I sincerely hope you should die.”
But before he finished speaking, a trace of fear and disbelief instantly appeared in his eyes.
Because his head was suddenly confused, a huge force instantly appeared on the left side of his face, and pushed him hard to the side.
His brain and cerebellum also temporarily lost control of his body because of this sudden burst of power, causing his legs to become limp and he fell to the ground sideways, next to the bloody corpses.
"Director Clive, I really hope you can reflect on that mouth of yours."
Old Bunar was breathing heavily, and traces of cold sweat appeared on his messy forehead, dripping down his face full of dried blood scabs.
But he slowly raised his right hand, and his fist was slightly red from the hard contact with the object.
He also unabashedly proved that he did it, even in the face of the man who had already struggled to get up and was carrying The short, fat man looked at him with a malicious look.
He still gritted his teeth and asked coldly: "Director Clive, what did you say?"
Liszt frowned slightly at the side.
His eyes had already seen the name and position on the name tag on the short and fat man's chest.
It was Clive, the person in charge of this underground research institute.
His brows couldn't help but frown.
Although there wouldn't be any big consequences if Old Bunar beat this guy, it would still be an embarrassing thing to pursue.
He slowly stood in front of Old Bunar, trying to block their gaze, but was pushed aside by Old Bunar.
Under his gray hair, a pair of eagle-like eyes were still staring closely at him.
Standing on the short, fat Clive, he said in a hoarse voice: "He knows what to say."
"I am a biological expert of the US federal government.
How dare you do this to me?"
The thick-framed glasses flew off the pudgy man's face and fell into two pieces.
He fumbled with trembling hands to pick them up, took the broken glasses and put them back on the bridge of his nose, supporting himself with his hands.
My body wanted to stand up, but the pain on my right cheek and the dizziness in my head He felt dizzy, but he couldn't help showing a resentful expression, looking at Old Bunar and cursing: "Damn you, do you know what you are doing?
You are a bunch of trash like dogs, you can't even do the slightest thing."
No, now you dare to hit me, a biological expert who can only be hired by the U.S. federal government with a high salary."
"Dear Mr.
Clive, I really hope you can pay more attention to your language.
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After all, it was our General Bunard who led the troops and saved you from those terrifying monsters."
An E Company soldier came over holding his 4a1 assault rifle, with a certain sadness and anger on his face.
But he was not impulsive.
He organized his words and said politely to Clive, the person in charge of the underground research institute: "And we also sacrificed many young men in order to rescue this research institute.
I hope you can I can also understand General Bunnar’s anger.”
But before he finished speaking, Clive, who was lying with a pile of corpses, couldn't help but burst out laughing almost as he spoke.
The handkerchief in his hand was already stained with sticky, dirty and smelly blood.
Na took one look at it and threw it aside in disgust, but he supported his body with his hands and swayed Standing up, under the broken glasses, there was full of joyful malice: "It's really ridiculous that you think you saved me."
"It's funny, I think you are quite sad" There was some kind of twisted pleasure on Clive's face, and even when he looked at old Bunar staring at him coldly, the malice in his eyes didn't go away.
He struggled to stand up and wiped his chubby belly with his hands, and two red marks suddenly appeared on the white isolation gown.
But he seemed to have a mysophobia, but he didn't care too much.
Instead, he stared into old Bunar's eyes with a strange smile on his face: "You are just a group."
"Mr.
Clive, has the rescue arrived?"
But before he finished speaking, a figure walked out of the small door next to him, limping as if he had been injured.
And he held his ribs and looked at Clive, Old Bunar, and Liszt in front of him.
His face seemed a little ugly, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Wait a minute, the troops coming to rescue are here.
Are you the only ones?"
He paused, his tone seemed a little disappointed, but he still looked at the corridor outside carefully, swallowed and said: "Those scary monsters are outside, we'd better be careful, especially those Only the biggest ones are more dangerous.”
"Please don't worry, that monster has been killed by Mr.
Lister and General Bunnar."
A magnetic voice sounded in the corridor, but no one in the room spoke. 1887 Shotgun couldn't help but tighten his grip.
Seeing that magnetic voice appear in the room, his heart couldn't help but slowly relax a little.
Because the figure gradually became clear in the dim room, it was O'Neal who had been separated before.
O'Neill was already followed by a large number of heavily armed troops, who were pouring in neatly and quickly behind him.
Light and heavy machine guns and anti-tank rocket launchers are all standard equipment, and sufficient preparations have obviously been made.
Just after O'Neill walked in, at least two hundred people appeared in this room and the corridor outside, and quickly formed a temporary warning area according to each combat group.
"Mr.
Lister" An excited voice also sounded in the team, and Liszt couldn't help but be slightly startled when he heard this familiar voice.
Qi Qi turned his head and saw the blond John walking over, with an excited look on his handsome face.
He hugged Liszt fiercely and gave him a hug.
He didn't care about the blood on his body, just He said excitedly: "I didn't expect to see you here.
It seems that we all survived.
It's really a blessing from God."
"Nice to meet you too, John."
Lister also gave John a hug.
They were both neighbors living in an apartment building and had experienced the threat of death claws together.
The excitement between meeting now was also evident.
It's inevitable.
After they separated, Liszt couldn't help but frown slightly.
Looking at the heavily armed soldiers around O'Neill and the similarly dressed equipment on John, he couldn't help but frown and said, "You guys came after us."
"No, we found reinforcements from outside and came to save the 16th Mechanized Infantry Brigade and this underground research institute."
O'Neal came over with a smile on his face, but he still had a little arrogance on his face.
But when he looked at the messy blood on Liszt's body, he didn't back away because of the strong smell of blood and fishy smell.
He just nodded and said with some emotion: "As expected of the Butcher of Paradise, even in such a dangerous situation, We can carve out a bloody path."
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However, he looked at the sullen old Bunar next to him and sighed slowly: "General Bunar, we have to talk, because what we are involved in now, The deepest secret of the United States
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