Cheney's eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.
The previous calmness was already in Liszt's hands.
The moment the silver tubular object was taken out, it disappeared without a trace.
He just stared at the silver tube with wide eyes, and his mouth grew bigger and made a "hehe" sound, but he couldn't say anything, only disbelief.
He still clearly remembered that he put this thing under an inconspicuous stone, and his actions were equally inconspicuous in the dark night.
When he hid this thing, he even used his sleepy eyes to hide it. , glanced at the surrounding situation, and found no one at all.
Cheney's eyes finally turned to Liszt, and he gasped deeply.
The hand holding his throat made him breathless, and he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "It's you."
"Of course, it's me.
Yes, you're right."
Lister shrugged slowly, looking at the face in front of him that was distorted by anger.
He looked directly at Cheney, a young man of Canadian descent.
A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded slowly.
He praised: "You have only received less than half a year of spy training, and you are able to do this.
I have to say that you are really a great guy."
What responded to him was the hatred and anger on Cheney's face.
He looked at Lister in front of him, and his eyes even became a little bloodshot.
Cheney looked at the playful smile on Liszt's face.
He gritted his teeth but groaned and shook his body vigorously.
He wanted to stand up as if to vent the anger in his heart.
The chain-style handcuffs and shackles rattled as he shook violently, but the belt around his waist kept him firmly nailed to the seat of this 2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle.
And Liszt's hand, which seemed like a steel hoop, was also tightly stuck on his neck.
No matter how angry Cheney grunted and shook his body violently, there was nothing Liszt could do.
A half-action situation.
"You are angry, no, no, no.
This is not in line with the standards of a spy.
Didn't your father teach you that you need to remain calm as a spy at all times?"
Slowly exerting force with his right hand, Lister's jaw tightened around Cheney's neck, and the ridicule and disdain at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.
He stared closely at Cheney's eyes.
He could see the anger and excitement in those eyes, but his hands still pressed him above the seat of the 2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, and the corners of his mouth The ridicule is still high: "Didn't your father tell you Cheney?
After half a year of study, you only learned how to clean your mother's armpit hair."
"You" Liszt finished speaking, and Cheney seemed to be stimulated, and his face suddenly turned red.
And his body was also struggling crazily, howling in his throat as if he was trying to break free from the chains and belts.
Even the backlog of blood on his neck made his eyes appear bloodshot, making him manic.
The struggle.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this should be a violation of your rights, but you can pretend that I don't know, that's right."
The silver tube-shaped object in Lister's left hand was placed in front of Cheney's eyes.
Looking at his bloodshot eyes and his expression that was already mixed with fear and anger, the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly turned into a kind look. , looked at him and nodded gently: "Of course, your stepmother is also very beautiful, fifteen years younger than your father, right?
She is really a beautiful lady, only three years older than you, young and beautiful."
Liszt spoke slowly, with a kind smile on his face, as if the two were friends of the same age, and they were meeting to play rugby another day.
But cold sweat had appeared on Cheney's face, and his angry eyes had been filled with fear.
Even looking at Lister's smiling appearance, he could only tremble and say: "What do you know?
What" "We know a lot, really a lot."
Liszt stepped back slightly, and the hand that was tightly holding Cheney's neck slowly relaxed.
As his strength withdrew, Cheney seemed to be paralyzed in his previous seat. , breathing heavily, but the cold sweat on his forehead kept coming out, indicating the fear and panic in his heart.
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With a smile on his lips, Liszt looked at Cheney in front of him, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Who can forget that that beautiful afternoon two months ago, the warm sunshine covered the sofa The silhouettes of those two people reflect the sweetness on the wall."
"How do you guys know?
No, no, no, this is absolutely impossible, you guys."
Cheney's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes shrank to the minimum.
He slowly trembled.
It was as if he heard the devil's whisper, but he just slumped down on this unreal seat, his eyes widened.
His eyes stared blankly in front of him.
Shaking his hands vigorously, he barely supported his body, trembling his lips in disbelief and saying: "You can't know, no one can know, how could you, how could you possibly know?"
Looking at the young man in front of him, who almost had an emotional breakdown, the corners of Liszt's lips pursed.
He reached out and patted Cheney in front of him to calm down his shoulders and mood.
There was encouragement in his eyes, and there was no ridicule or disdain in his tone, only a tone of appreciation: "Love makes people go to their heads.
But you are good, aren't you?
You are the true love, the love between the souls The communication brought you love."
Liszt smiled slightly and lowered his voice slightly: "It is not the forced love of being together for the mission, nor is it a father who gives up his son's information and everything because of jealousy and anger.
All the information was passed on to the hostile forces.”
"Father, my father, how is this possible?"
Cheney's eyes were filled with panic, but his subconscious rebuttal was quite weak.
He suddenly remembered the look in his father's eyes when he was leaving.
He looked at Liszt in front of him, but couldn't help but close his eyes.
Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his voice was also crying: "No, I don't want to at all."
Putting his hand on Cheney's shoulder, Lister's voice was still calm.
Now he had taken the initiative, and he was now at ease.
But he didn't say much.
Looking at this poor guy who had only received half a year of spy training, he put the silver tube in his hand in front of his eyes and asked in a calm tone: "So, where is the target of the radio signal?"
Do you still understand why you want to help pass this on?"
"Why would my father betray me?
Why would I abandon the faith he taught me since childhood?"
Cheney raised his head.
He was already a young man at only twenty-three years old, but now his face was full of pain and his eyes were stained with tears.
He suffered a huge blow, and his spirit could not even allow him to integrate effectively.
Looking at Liszt's calm eyes, he couldn't help but said with a trembling voice: "He is my father."
But he said , his head slowly lowered, and he choked softly: "Yes, my father, I am sorry for him."
"Yes, it's your father, but you didn't forgive him."
Liszt looked at Cheney's collapsed look, but the smile on his lips became duller.
He gently patted the young man who was about the same age as himself.
Slowly he said: "Do you think a young and energetic person , several beautiful girls would marry single men with nothing three years ago."
Lister looked at Cheney quietly, his words still had a plain tone: "Do you think a professional spy would tell you the real story six months ago?
I have the opportunity to guide you in espionage activities for half a year."
Liszt spoke slowly.
He looked at the wide-eyed Cheney in front of him and said softly: "Don't be stupid.
Whose biological father would do this?
Haven't you noticed that you are nothing like him?"
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
With a little ridicule, but this expression made Cheney's breathing become more rapid: "You should know, right?
Your love is your own choice, not something externally chosen for you."
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"I am me.
Why is it happening?
Why is it happening?"
Cheney's words were filled with confusion and crying.
The sudden change in the world made him feel that the world had been overturned.
And when he thought about everything in the past, he suddenly found that it was really different, and as he grew older, the strange things he occasionally felt became more reasonable now.
In the end, a beautiful figure and a lovely face settled in his mind.
That was his mother, his stepmother, a woman who was fifteen years younger than his father and three years older than him.
"You were abandoned.
Yes, you are already a useless guy.
Your only mission now is to be killed by me, because you are already dead in the eyes of some people."
The smile on his lips turned up, and Liszt looked into Cheney's eyes.
His voice was still calm, but it carried an inexplicable power: "Love is so fascinating, but your father has a bad waist.
You know, getting married No baby has been born in the past three years.
The information you received is to ensure your life."
Liszt smiled slowly.
He He continued: "Don't be stupid.
It's your father's kidney failure.
Do you often see him rubbing his waist?
Do you really think he is doing it for your own good?"
When Liszt finished speaking, his face was extremely serious: " You were given up, why can't you join us we can give you everything, they gave up on you and we won't, we are willing to take you in" Looking at Cheney's trembling lips, he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Especially the longing and longing in his eyes, Liszt's words were like a hammer hammering into the young man's heart: "The group of lolicons in the World War II bar are not a group of kidney-deficient people who have lost their relationship.
Center, and the group of kidney-deficient people at the World War II Bar Breeding Base, they only know how to talk about loli perversions Guy, you are still alive and well."
Liszt slowly stepped back, reached into his pocket and took out the box of Canadian cigarettes and threw it to him.
Looking at his completely nodding and decadent look, he lit a cigarette himself. , looking at Alaska outside the shooting hole, as if whispering to himself: "Time is really precious." s: Hahaha, I let you ruin my reputation in the group.
My revenge is here. s: Only for those gays from World War II.
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