He staggered over and almost fell down several times because of his weak legs.
However, Liszt still stared drunkenly, pulled out the chair and returned to his original seat, half sitting and half lying down.
The table in front of him was wet, and the smell of alcohol and sweetness were mixed together, and he seemed to glance at the colleagues in front of him unintentionally, blinking and said to Old Kyle: "Well, I feel now, My head is a little dizzy."
"Of course, I also feel groggy, as if the world is turning upside down."
Opposite him, Old Kyle was also belching wine.
He didn't care about his unbuttoned shirt and just drank a glass of cocktail in front of his chest.
As the cold wine went down his throat, he couldn't help but stand up unsteadily.
At the same time, he picked up another bottle of beer and drank it in his mouth.
Then he laughed and held the bottle in the bar.
He shouted loudly: "I am the king of the world hahahaha" Sitting back on his chair, Liszt looked at his colleagues who were also drunk next to him, but he didn't notice the girls who were originally in high spirits.
But Liszt was already used to it, and he couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, and taunted loudly: "You bastard old Kyle, you don't even have a tip for the girls."
"That's right, then all these little Bitchis left."
Gary was curled up in the arms of a colleague.
He was drunk and still struggling to sit up, but he couldn't stand up like this.
Fortunately, he also gave up his plan to stand up, and just wiped his face that was stained with cocktails, waved his hands in dissatisfaction, and cursed loudly: "These Bitchis who only care about money, I won't do it again in the future."
I will never come to them again, I swear, never again.”
"No way, I will never look for these bitches again."
Old Kyle laughed and looked at the black guy who had collapsed into mud.
Gary, who usually supervises him the most, did not say anything serious. , just looking at Liszt following those words, his face that was already red from alcohol now looked even more crazy with a smile.
And his eyes finally looked closely at Liszt, and there seemed to be something wrong with his words: "But we will meet again."
"Maybe" Squinting his eyes slightly, Liszt picked up a bottle of sparkling wine and motioned to Old Kyle, then raised his head and poured it into his mouth in big gulps.
But his eyes were looking at the dim light on the ceiling, and he felt as if he was suddenly in a dream, as if he was intoxicated in some unnameable world, and of course he seemed drunk.
After drinking to a certain extreme, my brain no longer works very well.
But the good thing is that after Old Kyle paid the bill, he waved his hand and everyone got into the taxi and went home.
They just said some words about mutual efforts and hope to see each other again, but Liszt could never forget.
When the two shook hands, Old Kyle held his hand like a vice, and his pointed words.
"Will we meet in the end?
I'm getting more and more curious about how many secrets were hidden in the world before the war."
The chirping of birds had already sounded outside the window.
Liszt opened his eyes.
The dazzling sunlight made him wrinkle his face.
He reached out and pulled up the blanket to let himself return to the darkness.
His dizzy mind still made him feel the discomfort of a hangover, but his thoughts were all attracted by Old Bunar and Old Kyle's words last night, as well as the deep hidden relationship between the two.
He was very sure that although Old Kyle was a retired soldier, he had no friendship with Old Bunnar because one of them was a Marine Corps and the other was an Army general, and their command power belonged to the President and Congress.
What's more, old Kyle has been retired for more than ten years, and has nothing to do with the promotion channel that old Bunar climbed up step by step in the U.S.
Federal Army.
The only thing that has anything to do with it may be that old Kyle came to this small town to open a car repair shop three years ago, and old Bunar was ordered to lead the 16th Mechanized Infantry Brigade to garrison here three years ago.
"It's really a mess."
But no matter how he thought about it, it was all a mess, especially when combined with some of the information he got in the radiation wasteland of his previous life, and the pre-war world he now lived in personally, it made him gasp for breath.
He was holding on, and the hand holding the blanket was also very hard: "What on earth is it?"
Liszt directly lifted the blanket and sat up on the bed.
His eyes scanned the layout of the room.
He had already become familiar with his room after living in it for several months.
But now he was suddenly filled with chills about this small town, not only about the serious death claw leakage a month ago, but also about the unusual behavior of old Bunar and old Kyle.
And he turned to look at the sunshine outside the window, and couldn't help but slightly narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe I really need to leave."
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Old Bunnar, as a high-ranking major general in the American Federation, did not even dare to see him in his true face.
He could only dress up as a young man to avoid certain possible accidents.
This makes Liszt feel as if there is a deeply hidden ghost lurking.
Anyone who wants to step into it will fall into the quagmire and never climb out.
The information that can be given in the radiation wasteland of the previous life is really quite scarce.
After all, it has been two to three hundred years since the so-called pre-war world, and almost everything has been wiped out.
Look at the Chinese people living in San Francisco in the game.
They have given up their hatred of the United States and live together in the radioactive wasteland.
You must know that in the pre-war world two hundred years ago, the United States and China in the game were so bloody that they even dropped nuclear bombs on each other.
Even now that the Soviet Union has replaced China, some of the details of technological development are different, but the general timelines are surprisingly similar.
Liszt was not sure if there was some conspiracy to be wiped out in a nuclear war.
Based on what he knew about the so-called international events in his previous life, in fact, if you take a closer look, you will find that there are always one or two extremely important reasons.
With the help of various forces and countless people intentionally or unintentionally, it eventually became a major event that swept the world, and even a war.
"Dang Dang Dang."
The crisp and rhythmic knock on the door interrupted Liszt's thoughts, causing his thoughts that were drifting further and further away to come back to his senses instantly.
Rubbing his eyebrows, which were still feeling dizzy, he stood up and quickly put on his regular clothes, closed the bedroom door and walked towards it.
But when he opened the door and looked at the two smiling soldiers outside, he couldn't help but be stunned: "So fast."
However, he still opened the door and let the two soldiers outside in.
At the same time, he glanced at their epaulettes.
They all belonged to the civilian army, and the eldest one was a second lieutenant.
Liszt wiped the tip of his nose and led both of them to sit on the sofa in the living room.
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I understand everything.
Let's get started quickly."
"Oh, of course, Mr.
Lister, at this critical time, efficiency is very important."
The civilian second lieutenant was also a little surprised by Liszt's straightforwardness, but he quickly put his feelings aside, took out the briefcase he carried with him, dug out a document and handed it to Liszt, and nodded at the same time: "This is a notification from the U.S.
Federal Army Command to you.
I hope you will be ready to return to the army within five working days."
"Then what did the military court say?
You must know that they were forced to retire.
Even after retirement, they were ordered not to return to the war zone and not to join a series of military groups such as the National Guard, reserve training centers, and international mercenaries."
Holding the thin notice in hand, a series of characters were typed in a standard manner with black ink on the white paper.
At the same time, the US federal standards and the gold-gilded flag pattern appeared on the front of the notice to illustrate it. formalization and legalization.
But Liszt showed no respect for the piece of paper and kept it on the table.
He crossed his hands and looked at the second lieutenant in front of him.
He shrugged and said: "You know, the sentence of the military court takes effect immediately.
This is also the reason why I was sent."
The only reason to come to this small town for reintegration counseling.”
"This may be because the military court wants to help you.
After all, Lister goes first.
Your reputation on the Mexican battlefield has almost spread to the entire American team."
Facing Liszt's merciless ridicule, the civilian second lieutenant also felt a little embarrassed and nodded, but he did not immediately answer Liszt's words.
He just took a deep breath, looked at him with some helplessness and some admiration and said: "But As you know, that kind of behavior is unacceptable to many people, including most ordinary people."
After a pause, the civilian second lieutenant still said awkwardly: "Of course I am your staunch supporter."
"Okay, okay, I know."
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Liszt nodded and shrugged.
Of course he knew what was going on with the massacre of prisoners of war on the Mexican battlefield, and he also understood that if it had been done in his previous life, the consequences of being exposed would have been a life sentence in a military court.
I am afraid that due to public pressure, it is possible to directly impose the death penalty on the crime.
The military court in this world sentenced him to forced retirement and deprived him of all post-retirement benefits, which already made Liszt feel that he had saved his life.
Although he was sentenced to come to this small town to receive guidance on returning to daily society and familiarize himself with the difference between normal life and battlefield life, it was already considered a fairly light sentence.
"Okay, I get it."
Picking up the notice again, Liszt looked at the national flag pattern on it quietly, but couldn't help but frown tightly.
A complex emotion bloomed in his heart, as if some kind of five-flavor bottle had been broken in his heart.
However, he still looked at the civilian second lieutenant in front of him and the ordinary army clerk who was assisting him, nodded and said: "In five days, I will report to the address above
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