The cold wind howled, and the fine snowflakes hit my face like ice particles, but it didn't bring any feeling to my skin.
Because the cold air almost froze the nerves on his face, Liszt's biggest hope now was to own and wear a warm, thick, standard military leather windproof coat.
And when he thought of this, he subconsciously wrapped his combat uniform tightly with his hands.
Although there were two layers of woolen sweaters under the thin clothes, it seemed to have little effect in the cold wind hundreds of meters away.
The armed helicopter roared forward in the sky, and the continuous mountains covered with white snow and green were easily left behind.
But the howling cold wind always poured in towards the large hole where the side door was not installed due to combat needs, just like a draft, making Liszt in the middle feel more and more cold.
Swallowing hard, Liszt couldn't help shaking his head at Leslie next to him: "God, I feel that my legs are no longer my own."
"Hahaha, don't worry, we are almost there" Looking at Liszt's pale face, Major Leslie clearly understood his embarrassment.
When the cold wind in Alaska blew, even the strongest brown bears would hide in tree holes, let alone humans without thick fur.
After thinking about it, he knocked heavily on the cab in front of him, and at the same time He used the headset on the seat to call to the driver in front of him and said loudly: "Have you got anything yet?
I know you guys must have it.
I can pretend that I don't know."
"I really regret this mission."
When the pilot in front heard Major Leslie's words, he was silent for two or three seconds in the headset, and then his dissatisfied muttering sounded: "At least leave some for me, you guys You know, this thing is very expensive."
As he spoke, he reached out and took out a dark green thing from his pocket, and threw it directly to Major Leslie: "Let this recruit be careful. , don’t waste it on me if you can’t adapt.”
"Recruit, you don't know anything."
Leslie caught the dark green object thrown by the driver, which seemed to be a small kettle.
He shook it vigorously to his ear, and the crisp sound of water flowing quietly appeared inside.
This made him nod with satisfaction, reach out and throw the small kettle into Liszt's arms, laughing loudly and saying: "Alaska is like a cold iceberg, and this thing is for us to conquer."
This cute iceberg pussy” Picking up this compact kettle, it has a common military semi-curved design and a dark green appearance that looks quite thick.
But Liszt's eyes were looking at the front of this small kettle, with the five-pointed star with hammer and sickle intersecting each other.
He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the cold lips, and his breathing became quickened: "Soviet product " "This is the trophy I got after capturing two Soviet prisoners."
In this gunship as a headset, anyone speaking can be heard by everyone else.
And Liszt’s words were undoubtedly heard by the driver in front of him, as if he was deliberately showing off.
Even through the headset, his voice could be heard as a kind of contentment: "You know, at that time, my I only have a semi-automatic pistol in my hand and no extra magazine."
However, his voice changed and he seemed a little annoyed: "If you want to taste it, do it as soon as possible, don't waste my good stuff."
"Try it, this stuff will help you conquer Alaska" Leslie on the side looked at Liszt's hesitant look, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Apparently, he had a very deep memory of the liquid in this small dark green kettle.
However, he still did not forget his own job.
He patted a follower sitting next to him.
At the same time, he held down the headset and said to the driver in front: "The general command post is about to arrive.
Let the young man next to me take your place.
Come here."
Let’s share this too.”
He held down the headset and said, and the attendant next to him also slipped forward through the gap, said hello to the co-pilot, and the driver on the main driver activated the automatic cruise system, and then quickly left him location.
As the follower took control of the helicopter's main driving position, the original pilot stepped into the crew cabin, grabbed the top handrail and looked helplessly at Liszt, who was still hesitating, shrugged against the cold wind and said: " Hey, recruit, although I don’t know your name, the fact that you were summoned by General Bunar must mean something, don’t hesitate like a bitch.”
"Well, it's not hesitation."
Liszt unscrewed the small kettle and subconsciously rubbed the hammer and sickle in the center with his palm, and his heart couldn't help but beat fast.
And when a similar five-pointed star appeared in his mind, the throbbing in his heart almost made him unable to hold the kettle in his hand.
But he still forcibly suppressed his inner emotions.
Looking at the dark spout, he raised his head and took a big gulp, and then breathed heavily: "Vodka" Before he could finish his words, a flaming feeling instantly rose in his stomach, like an exploding arsenal, and Liszt's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.
And the heat that seemed to come from the depths of his soul surged up his esophagus, causing him to open his mouth and breathe heavily, while his hand holding the small kettle tightened.
Liszt looked at Leslie and the driver who were smiling next to him.
He couldn't help but nodded and exclaimed: "Well, this feels really good."
"Of course, this is a special vodka for the Soviets.
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The price on the black market is six times that of ordinary vodka."
The slight smell of alcohol had already dispersed in the air with the cold wind.
Leslie had a smile on his face, but his hand reached into his thick windproof coat.
Although the middle-aged major was smiling, no one could see the slightest smile in his eyes, which were as calm as a puddle of stagnant water.
The 1911 semi-automatic pistol was pointed at the pilot at the edge of the helicopter cabin, still smiling and saying: "Then your mission is completed."
"Bang" The clear sound of the gunshot sounded instantly, and a subtle fire burst out from the dark muzzle, as if a judgment appeared from nowhere.
The pilot who was still standing at the edge of the cabin, holding the armrest with one hand, had a look of horror, but he couldn't speak because a small black hole appeared between his eyebrows, making his face appear.
There was a bit of bloody ferocity in his horrified eyes.
Then his body, which had lost control of his brain, completely went limp, and was swept directly by the strong wind outside the cabin and fell into the mountains hundreds of meters high outside.
Liszt's eyes were widened, but he still maintained the same action while sitting in the crew cabin.
Even his fingers were still pinching the five-pointed star on the wine bottle, and he didn't react at all.
He felt that the cold wind in Alaska had frozen his mind.
Seeing this scene, he was stunned for two or three seconds, then looked at Major Leslie and slowly gritted his teeth and asked: "Just now, were you like this?"
Kill someone" "Killing, of course, this is something that has been planned."
Regarding Liszt's shocked look, Major Leslie's face had the same smile as before, but in Liszt's eyes, it became more and more different.
But Major Leslie remained the same, smiling and shrugging, as if he had no memory of killing a person just now: "Don't worry, this is just a Soviet spy."
He explained: "We have already investigated Okay, you can ask General Bunar yourself later."
But Liszt gritted his teeth tightly.
He looked at the current driver and co-pilot in front of him, as well as Major Leslie's other follower next to him, but found that there was no sadness or shock on their faces.
The look on his face was as if he already knew it.
Trying to calm down, Liszt couldn't help but take a few gulps of vodka from the bottle and asked seriously: "Is this bottle of vodka not poisoned?"
"Of course not.
This kind of vodka tastes like the real thing."
Leslie glanced outside.
Among the continuous mountains, the helicopter's forward speed gradually stopped and gradually dropped.
It seemed that it had reached its destination.
He was relieved, nodded and smiled at Liszt, who was holding the kettle tightly and seemed to have not yet reacted: "Although Alaska has been penetrated by the Soviets like a sieve, the things that can be bought on the black market, I have to say it’s some really good stuff.”
The helicopter landed slowly and finally touched the tarmac on the ground.
A group of heavily armed U.S. federal troops quickly walked over to guard the helicopter.
When they found that the pilot was not on it, they put away their hands and looked at them faintly.
A quasi-helicopter 4a1 assault rifle.
Leslie looked at Liszt, who was still sitting in his seat, but couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "How could the Paradise Butcher on the Mexican battlefield still feel pity for a person's death?"
As he spoke, there was also a hint of emotion in his tone.
A bit regretful: "Did one year of civilian life turn you into a cute house pet?"
"Maybe."
Slowly unbuckling his seat belt, Liszt looked at the sarcasm, light ridicule, and formulaic smile on Major Leslie's face, but his heart couldn't help but beat slightly.
He almost didn't like the major who almost hid all his inner activities under his smile.
He touched the five-pointed star and sickle and hammer on the water bottle in his pocket, and couldn't help but frown and said: "Then let's go quickly.
Meet General Bunnar." s: Today’s first update.
Damn, my brother-in-law treated me to a treat after get off work and the whole family got together.
Well, I knelt down at ten o’clock when I got back.
I still owe another update.
I’ll have to make up for it tomorrow.
It’s really hard for me.
Well, then I'm going to bed first: