In the cabin of this 2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, it was as if the automatic fire extinguishing function was activated.
The large amount of smoke that filled the room almost became a substance, and a light puff of smoke could be rolled up with a wave of the hand.
Liszt touched his nose helplessly, and opened all the machine gun shooting holes next to him.
With the influx of fresh air, he immediately felt much better.
Two dragons of smoke came out of his nostrils, and there was some helpless apology in his words: "I'm really sorry, although it's quite disgraceful, but I still have to admit that I don't usually smoke."
Holding the cigarette in his hand, Liszt didn't care that the cabin was still silent.
He reached out and put the cigarette butt to his lips.
He couldn't help but close his eyes and took a deep breath.
After a while, the fragrant breath filled his lungs, giving him a different kind of satisfaction.
Then he spat it out slowly and comfortably: "Canadian cigarettes are very soft, especially the mint fragrance in them, which is mixed with The taste of nicotine makes people feel really good."
Liszt looked at the man sitting in the middle and nodded with appreciation: "Oh, Cheney, did you bring it?
To be honest, I would like to thank you for your generosity.
You must know that this brand of cigarettes is not common in the United States. " But the man sitting in the middle with his head lowered was still smoking a cigarette in silence.
He didn't even look up when Liszt got in the car.
There were some bruises on his cheeks, as if they had been caught by something, and the faint blood stains on his face had not been wiped dry, so it was obvious that something had happened.
However, the expression on his face was still calm, and he was also silent, just smoking the half-burned cigarette quietly.
"Hey, Cheney, come on, we should have a nice chat."
Lister looked at Cheney sitting in the middle and couldn't help but shook his head.
But for Cheney, who still lowered his head and smoked, with an attitude that silence is golden, he felt helpless.
He took two deep puffs of the cigarette, which made the smoke in the cabin become a little thicker.
As the smoke filled the air, his voice became very sincere and said: "Just like you The cigarette is a good starting point."
Liszt held the cigarette between his two fingers and turned it slowly in front of his eyes: "Maybe it was given to you by your father before you left.
Maybe your mother bought it while visiting your grandmother's house in Canada."
It seemed that Lister's words had an effect.
Cheney's hand, which was still smoking, slowly stopped.
However, his action was to throw away the remaining cigarette butt, and at the same time step on it with his foot to extinguish the embers.
He turned his head with extremely calm eyes, glanced at Liszt and the cigarette in his hand, and looked at the guy next to him on the right.
Calmly asked: "Charlemagne, can you give me another cigarette?"
The clothes they wore were almost identical.
They were all standard Alaskan snow combat uniforms, standard equipment uniformly equipped by the U.S. federal government.
But this Cheney doesn't have any weapons and equipment except this clothes.
If you look closely, you can see that his hands and feet seem to be cuffed, and even his waist has a belt locked to the car seat. .
He was firmly locked in this infantry fighting vehicle, and the two strong scouts also watched him closely, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Cigarette, of course, this was originally your cigarette, but I don't know why it came into my hands."
Shrugging slightly, even though Cheney did not answer Lister's words, he was still very happy.
With a sunny smile on his face, Liszt took the initiative to approach him and at the same time took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to him to hold in his mouth: "Look, this way we have a topic to talk about.
Look at my You can tell if we are sincere and we can continue to communicate.”
Liszt reached out and took out the lighter, and a little flame appeared in the cabin.
However, he did not light the cigarette in Cheney's mouth in front of him.
He just held the lighter with a tiny flame in one hand and asked slowly. : "Where is the destination of radio signal transmission?"
Cheney's eyes were calm, and even though the flickering flames were less than five centimeters away from his eyes, there was still no fear in his eyes.
He just shook the mint-scented cigarette with his mouth, slowly turned his head to look at the scout on the right who he just spoke to, and still asked calmly: "Charlemagne, can you light it for me?"
"Cheney, don't do this, we will all be sad."
As if he was humiliated by being ignored, Lister shook his head sadly, but without hesitation, he pulled out the cigarette from Cheney's mouth.
He also quickly walked back to the hatch where he was sitting before, and sighed slowly and helplessly.
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At the same time, he put the cigarette to his lips without disgust, and then lightly lit it with a lighter.
He took a deep breath of the mellow and mint-scented smoke, and then slowly puffed it out in his mouth.
Looking at Cheney in front of him, he said helplessly: "This is a famous brand cigarette in Canada, but it is not popular in the United States."
Can’t buy it.”
But Cheney still looked at him calmly, with no extraneous expression on his face, as if he was quietly looking at something that had nothing to do with him.
But his action seemed to arouse the anger in the heart of the scout next to him, whom he called Charlemagne.
Charlemagne's burly body suddenly stood up, his arms were so fast that he couldn't even see clearly, and he directly aimed at Cheney's fair face and slapped him hard.
Following the crisp sound, Charlemagne took his hair with his hands, twisted his body and pulled him up, gritted his teeth and shouted in his face: "Damn Soviet spy, you If you think you are still the same as before, we will treat you as our friend."
"Hey Charlemagne, come on, let's talk in words" Liszt turned his head slightly and looked away, as if he could not bear the violence, but he did not stop Charlemagne's rough actions.
In fact, no one would take what he said seriously.
Even Cheney, who was beaten, still had a calm look on his face, as if he was not the one who was beaten.
Liszt shook his head helplessly when he saw this, came back to Cheney with the cigarette in his mouth, looked at him helplessly and said: "The stalwarts act as if I am a lackey of capitalism."
His words seemed to be playful, and a smile finally appeared on Cheney's lips.
But the corners of his raised mouth and the smile he showed were filled with disdainful ridicule, and the eyes looking at Liszt were full of ridicule.
At this time, he finally spoke, looked at Liszt and said slowly: "Even if you can destroy me, you can't annihilate my soul."
He smiled slowly: "The one who gives me strength is exactly what you fear. of."
"Of course, well, you and I have different beliefs.
Although your words are very philosophical, I actually understand them."
The corners of Liszt's lips slowly turned up into a smile.
He looked at Cheney in front of him.
Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.
Slowly blowing out two lines of smoke from his nostrils, Liszt didn't care about Cheney's ridicule and disdain in front of him.
Instead, he nodded appreciatively: "Look, at least we have something to talk about now, and we are not as silent as before.
And embarrassment."
Liszt looked at Cheney in front of him, and his pilgrim-like expression made him endure it.
He couldn't help nodding his head and saying in admiration: "What an outstanding person, this is worthy of admiration."
As he said this, his hand was gently lifted on Cheney's collar, as if Charlemagne had just strangled him by the throat. , stared wide-eyed and studied, and the voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "But what does that have to do with me?"
Those hands were like iron pliers, and the force at the jaws made Chel couldn't help but cough a few times.
Liszt's face didn't have the amiability before.
He looked at the young man who finally showed a sad look, and the threat in his words But it is obvious: "Do you think your radio signal is really that reliable?
This is less than fifteen kilometers away from Anchorage.
Do you think the Soviet army really dares to rush over and find the secrets you hide?"
Liszt's right hand held Chel's throat tightly, and his left hand took out a silver object the size of a thumb from his trouser pocket.
Looking at Cheney's eyes that suddenly showed shock and disbelief, Lister's right hand was still holding his throat tightly, and his words seemed to be forced from his throat: "My time is really, really precious.
And I want to know where the destination of the radio signal transmission is”: