The crisp gunfire of the 1911 semi-automatic pistol had exploded the entire makeshift camp.
The originally peaceful atmosphere as night fell suddenly turned into a fierce front line like a deadly battlefield.
The 4a1 assault rifle was firmly placed on their shoulders, and they looked around each other warily.
At the same time, many people looked at the figure still standing in the center of the field, lying on the ground.
The dinner plate containing the canned beef and bread has been thrown on the ground.
Not many people care about the food issue now.
Even the security team that occupied the commanding heights on the top of the hill has already set its sights.
Underneath.
The 249 light machine gun aimed its dark muzzle at the temporary camp below.
Only Sofitel's figure stood on top of it stepping on a stone, looking at the sudden situation below with a cold face, as if waiting for something.
Lister stood up slowly, and the US military standard pistol that he originally held tightly in his hand had been inserted back into the holster on his thigh.
He waved towards the hill next to him, and he could even see Sofitel's frowning face from less than a hundred meters away.
However, Liszt's eyes were focused on the body that was already lying on the ground without any sound.
The overturned dinner plate was thrown next to it, and the half-eaten beef and bread were spilled on the ground, which made him unable to help himself.
He narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Why bother?"
"Captain Lister, this guy" Two heavily armed scouts walked over immediately, bending slightly and carefully scanning the surrounding environment.
The 4a1 assault rifles in their hands were not held up casually, but the muzzles were pointed toward the sky.
Having just experienced an unexpected incident, they were all sure that if they made even the slightest move, it might cause unnecessary trouble.
One of the scouts walked over, measured his breath with his finger, and at the same time pressed his warm neck, raised his head and reported to Liszt: "The breathing is weak and the heartbeat is slow."
As he spoke, He stretched out his hand to lift up the eyelids, looked at the dilated pupils, shook his head at Liszt and said, "It cannot be saved."
"Is it impossible to save?"
Liszt narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the guy still lying on the ground, wearing the standard equipment of the US Army.
Many of them even talked some jokes with him.
And Liszt once saw that guy laughing, looking like a bold young man from Texas.
But he couldn't help but clenched his teeth slowly, and said in a deep voice: "I know, he is going to die."
Turning to look at the soldiers around him, Liszt almost looked around and looked at each one.
Nervousness and distrust suddenly descended on the camp.
Everyone was slightly separated from their surrounding companions by a small distance, and their eyes were looking at Liszt with doubts and uneasiness, while cautiously watching the movements around them.
"The Soviet spy has been killed."
Liszt spoke slowly, and his voice sounded heavy and powerful in this temporary camp.
At this time, he must shoulder the honor and confidence of this reconnaissance force, because this is the first day of the reconnaissance mission, and most of the originally planned areas have not even been reconnoited.
Taking a deep breath, Liszt stretched out his right hand, pointed with his thumb at the dinner beside the campfire behind him, and said loudly: "Continue with dinner, this is something that has been expected for a long time."
After hearing Liszt's voice, all the scouts in the temporary camp reacted.
They slowly stood up one by one, looking at the soldiers around them, they were also silent, and they all walked towards the bonfire with a slight stiffness.
No one said anything, nor did they look at the spies who had been killed over there.
But the atmosphere of this temporary camp suddenly became depressed, completely losing the laughter and laughter that had existed since the camp was first established when everyone was strangers getting to know each other.
Now it seems like a real frontline battlefield.
Everyone's curiosity about Alaska has disappeared.
Even the bonfire that was originally lit was scattered into three parts by several scouts responsible for heating food, making this camp The brightness suddenly dropped by a large amount, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.
The two scouts had already taken action, and they worked together to drag the body of the dead spy to the side of the infantry fighting vehicle next to it.
After a brief investigation, they slowly stood up, looked at Liszt who had already arrived beside them, and softly reported: "Poison targeting nerves."
"Can you find out anything?"
Liszt stood quietly in front of the spy's corpse.
His face was still flushed because of his recent death, but he couldn't help but slowly clenched his fists.
He almost died under this guy's gun just now.
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If it weren't for that amazing sixth sense that allowed him to react quickly, he might be the one lying here now.
Liszt's eyes looked at the bright red color on his chest, and his brows slowly wrinkled.
He couldn't help but exhale slowly, with a slight sarcasm on his lips: "This is a warning for us to enter Alaska."
"Nothing was found.
According to the records, he is a retired soldier from Texas.
Everything is normal."
The two scouts took out the spy's dog tag, looked at the number on it, and looked at each other, but they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
As a spy, you will not leave anything useful, but everyone knows that the two most powerful groups now, only the United States and the Soviet Union dare to send spies to each other.
However, one of them still whispered to Liszt: "If you judge by the color of his skin, it seems that he is of Mexican origin."
Touching his chin, Liszt's face showed no expression at all, but he looked at the spy whose eyes were still open and seemed to be quite stubborn, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in mockery.
He turned around and walked towards the dinner plate he threw on the ground, and said lightly: "Mexican, then I can understand his mood of wanting to assassinate me."
He took two steps, stood up slowly and said : "The rest is left to you.
I think General Bunar asked you to come with me just to avoid this situation."
"Understood."
The two scouts, who looked no different from the others, nodded slowly.
They were sent by General Bunard and Sofit when Lister formed the investigation team.
They were said to be professional counterintelligence personnel.
However, Liszt did not pay too much attention to this.
A real spy would not let his hatred blind his heart.
"Everyone has a quick meal and will be divided into three groups to take turns guarding tonight."
Arriving at the center of the camp, Liszt stood next to a bonfire, looking at the silent soldiers with a disdainful smile on his lips.
He looked around at the people who were eating dinner silently, and at the same time looking at his somewhat blank eyes, he nodded and said loudly: "A stinky rat trained by the Soviets is not a big deal, just a Mexican bug targeting me."
Li Si Te said, the disdain on his lips became more and more obvious, and he still said loudly: "Be prepared to spend a period of cold winter nights.
The territory of the United States federal government still needs us to detect and protect it."
Liszt didn't say anything else.
He directly received his share of food and continued to eat from the plate.
The beef and carrots were still delicious, and they felt good to him when they tasted them.
However, Liszt exhaled slowly as he looked at the conversations that gradually reappeared in the temporary camp.
If repressed emotions appear in this unit, it may be the purpose of the dead spy.
The newly formed reconnaissance team is made up of selected members from various active-duty troops and retired soldiers, and no one knows anyone.
If the seeds of distrust are allowed to take root in this unit, then this newly formed reconnaissance unit may exist in name only.
This will undoubtedly have a huge blow to Liszt's reputation or his impression in Bunner's eyes.
"Soviet Spy" Liszt gently opened his mouth to eat the food on his plate, but his eyes were looking towards the top of the hill.
Sofitel's figure still stood there, and the security team still firmly occupied the commanding heights, intimidating any figures around who dared to make any changes.
After slowly waving hello and indicating that there was no problem, Sofitel returned to his seat.
Liszt looked at the camp that was still a little depressing and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Is this the Cold War?"
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