"Wait, what's going on?"
Lister knelt on one knee, holding the Winchester shotgun tightly against his shoulder.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the place in front where the gunshot came from, and his face was already extremely solemn.
The fierce sound of firing continued, even arousing more and more birds of various colors to fly into the sky.
In almost ten minutes, with the screams of the chirping birds, the sky above the forest appeared.
A huge vortex of birds, wandering rapidly in a clockwise direction Panting slowly, Liszt's heart beat rapidly.
As if he noticed something unpleasant in his heart, he stared at the forest in front of him where the gunshots still continued and gritted his teeth gently.
Swallowing hard, he looked forward, but directly exerted force on one foot, all the muscles in his body were already stretched, and he ran in the forest as nimbly and quickly as a cheetah.
The strengthened body allowed Liszt to easily cross dense bushes.
He could even jump a distance of three to four meters with a single jump, which was obviously impossible for normal people without tools.
But Liszt was still quite relaxed.
He even had enough energy to look at the forest in front of him, vigilantly watching for any abnormalities around him, and keeping himself hidden while running to ensure that he was not discovered.
He was like a cheetah stirring up a gust of wind, but he was also as agile as an ape living in a dense forest.
In almost a minute, he had already seen the light in the dense forest in front of him.
Liszt squinted his eyes slightly, the light was quite sufficient, as if he was facing only the sun.
And apparently that's also the edge of the forest.
"The gunfire stopped" Panting deeply.
Liszt's heart pounded.
It hit his chest, but made him grit his teeth even more tightly, even wanting to bite his own teeth into pieces.
And he looked at the light outside the forest in front of him, and his pupils quickly adapted to the bright world after walking out of the dark dense forest.
But his heart was still pounding, and every beat made his mind more awake.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Lister still held the Winchester 1887 shotgun tightly in his hand, slowly He took a deep breath and said, "This should be impossible."
His pace gradually slowed down.
His figure became more and more concealed as he walked.
After losing the concealment of the virgin forest, the auspicious suit he wore would not be so effective.
But Liszt's face stiffened slightly and his nose moved slightly.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath, but his eyes were indifferent: "It turns out to be true."
A faint smell of blood was blowing in the wind, hitting Liszt's face.
He gasped deeply, and his nose was already filled with the smell of blood.
He stretched out his hand to peel off a bush in front of him, and a stronger smell of blood blew in the wind as he moved.
His face was already livid.
Liszt looked up at the place where the sun was shining, his heart beating extremely.
The power made his fingers holding the shotgun turn slightly white.
The path in the forest extended all the way to the outside of the forest.
It was a protruding area of more than 100 meters.
Beyond that was a steep cliff.
The sound of crashing waves was still beating against the rocks, which were broken into countless petals.
In terms of environment, the scenery here is excellent.
Standing at the end of the protruding cliff and looking at the sea, you will definitely feel comfortable.
But a group of Soviet soldiers carrying rifles stood here, standing in twos and threes, holding or resisting their own AK small-caliber assault rifles, and chuckled from time to time.
They seemed to have experienced a happy party.
Some people laughed and danced and imitated something.
Following the funny look, the surrounding Soviet soldiers also laughed, and a happy atmosphere filled the space. spread in.
But just in front of this group of Soviet soldiers, on the top of the cliff, a patch of red has gradually spread, and large tracts of it appear on the grass in the sun.
The red was quite dazzling, even brighter than the five-pointed stars on the foreheads of these Soviet soldiers, because it was real blood, bright red blood.
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Liszt's eyes had completely adapted to the brightness and warmth brought by the sunshine, but his knuckles became increasingly pale, and he almost had to leave five fingerprints on the Winchester's wooden gun handle in his hand.
But his chest was heaving violently.
He looked at the more than 300 American federal prisoners who fell one by one on the grass in front of him without any movement at all, but he couldn't help but slowly close his eyes.
He now felt a little...
Uncomfortable.
The smell of blood had filled his nostrils, and the wind blowing almost made Liszt feel like a slaughterhouse, and in fact it was really like it.
His closed eyes were slightly moist, and for some reason he suddenly thought of the Anchorage elite infantry who died following him on Admiralty Island last night.
The same smell of blood, the same miserable feeling of facing the intensive firepower, the same massacre.
"That's really infuriating."
Slowly he reached out and tapped his heart.
Liszt's chest was beating fiercely.
He slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the Soviet soldiers who were still laughing and talking to each other, but there were only patches of coldness in his eyes.
The smiles on their faces and the laughter from their mouths made him feel extremely aggrieved.
He felt that the anger that had dissipated last night reappeared in his chest, burning his whole body as if it was about to burn.
Liszt gritted his teeth and slowly showed an ugly smile: "I'm really angry."
The data stream in his hand flashed, and a box of shotgun shells appeared in his hand, but it was not the arrow-shaped shotgun shells that Lister often used, but a box of 12-gauge standard shotgun shells.
The 1887-type shotgun can cause effective damage to prey more than ten meters away.
In the hands of some regular troops, special forces members, and even crazy butchers, this is undoubtedly a murderous weapon.
It is also a murder weapon in Lister's hands, because this Winchester 1887 shotgun modified with a 115-element jet engine is his most deadly murder weapon.
And Liszt's hand gently took out the shotshells and slowly loaded the gun, while his face was staring at several people who were still smoking cigarettes with each other through the gaps in the bushes, smiling.
Soviet soldiers talking about something.
There are only three of them, but Liszt can clearly know that the three of them are definitely at the level of commanders.
Because the Soviet soldiers around them were all in groups of more than a dozen, similar to the three teams Liszt observed in the forest.
The assault rifles were all strapped to their backs, which meant that these three Soviet soldiers were captains, or the ones who had just ordered the shooting.
"If you all think life is so cheap, then maybe I can teach you a lesson."
The Winchester 1887 shotgun has been loaded.
Lister's eyes looked at the Soviet soldiers who were gathering one by one, seemingly wanting to leave.
There was only a meaningless smile on his face, because he There was only coldness in his eyes.
He seems to be indifferent to life.
After experiencing many things, the so-called life may be just a fragile porcelain that can be broken into pieces by accident.
But Liszt did not agree with massacre, and he also did not agree with killing prisoners.
The American federal soldiers had no room for resistance, and the lives of these Soviets were not threatened.
The massacre of the prisoners was just a kind of cruelty and had no meaning.
Liszt took a deep breath.
All the muscles in his body were slowly tightening with his movements.
However, in his mind, he remembered the Mexican guerrillas who were glaring at him on the Mexican battlefield.
He lowered his head slightly.
Raising his eyebrows, he raised his head again: "The nature is different, the time is different, and I am different from before."
Before he finished speaking, his strong body seemed to be riding on the wind, and like a cheetah leaping out from the grass, he appeared in front of the group wearing the ghillie suit with a smile on his face and eyes full of astonishment. in front of Soviet soldiers.
Lister's face was expressionless.
He looked at the group of Soviet soldiers and then pulled the trigger hard.
A blue stream of light instantly appeared on the deep and pure 115 element jet engine, and the No. 12 shotgun appeared in the barrel along with the exploded and expanded gunpowder, blessed with some mysterious power.
It also seemed to be coated with a layer of blue light, and then roared out from the large-caliber barrel as thick as a thumb: "Bang" The mysterious power gave the No. 12 shotgun a different power.
The hot muzzle flame also had a slight blue light, and the 12 round shotguns instantly made the three people holding cigarettes in their mouths widen their eyes.
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Eyes, and the captain who was trying to dodge in a panic, bursts of blood burst out.
And the blue light continued, and the mysterious power even caused the three captains to be hit by No. 6 powerful shotgun at close range, and the gunshot wound the size of a soybean exploded into a cavity almost the size of a table tennis ball in the back.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" But Liszt didn't even look at the panicked and sluggish Soviet soldiers.
He held the Winchester firmly in his hand with an expressionless face, and there was no trace of continuity in his extremely cold eyes.
He just spit out No. 12 standard shotshells at them, and then fired them at extremely fast speeds in Liszt's hands.
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