Lister's appearance was quite unexpected.
Even the Soviets, who were obviously scientists in white lab coats, were still discussing the wreckage of the alien spacecraft in front of them.
They never thought that there would be an American federal soldier driving in the snow.
The motorcycle appeared here and had already pointed the weapon that was obviously a shotgun at them.
There was a commotion among the group of scientific researchers who often stayed in the laboratory.
There were even a few experts who were obviously old people, and some tongue-licking sounds appeared in their mouths that were obviously not good words.
If a few middle-aged men obviously wearing military uniforms hadn't been holding them back, it would have been possible for them to rush up and engage in an angry close fight with Liszt.
But for Liszt, who didn't know much Russian, the mere insults were basically just a chicken-to-duck talk, and he didn't care at all.
But he looked at the excited researchers and glanced at the middle-aged men in military uniforms.
There was a bit of joking in his eyebrows.
He slowly said in English: "Oh, distinguished gentlemen. , it seems that I am not welcome here.”
There seemed to be a little grievance in Liszt's voice, and he looked helpless at the experts who were more than ten meters in front of him.
But the Winchester under his arm was still stable, and the thumb-thick muzzle was pointed at them, and the smile on his face was still bright: "Hey, don't be like this, friends over there, maybe you should Put down your weapons."
On one side of the wreckage of the alien spacecraft, seven Soviet soldiers were standing there, with the AK assault rifles in their hands already on their shoulders, and the muzzles of the guns had been locked on Liszt.
Their faces were solemn, but no one dared Shoot first.
They were just standing in a stalemate, intimidating Liszt, because they all knew it.
If even one of the experts and officers next to him were killed in battle, it would not be a consequence that ordinary soldiers like them could afford.
They are proficient in combat, and they also know that a well-trained soldier, even if he is shot in the head, will have enough consciousness and strength to pull the trigger in a few tenths of a second.
This is the reaction nerve at work in the human body.
Both sides fell into a strange persistence.
The weapons in both sides' hands were already pointed at each other.
Within a range of less than ten meters, they were deeply afraid of each other, but they did not dare to put down their weapons easily.
The Soviet soldiers armed with assault rifles felt a serious threat.
A shotgun is not a submachine gun or an assault rifle.
When you pull the trigger, except for the first few bullets, the rest can float into the sky if not controlled.
This weapon does not fire very frequently.
As long as the trigger is gently pulled, the one-sided damage caused by even one bullet is extremely considerable.
No one can guarantee that one shot will kill the person without Lister's reflexes pulling the trigger.
"Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing" However, the roar of some kind of engine and exhaust gas spread around the hillside, making the Soviets around the wreckage of the alien spacecraft look extremely embarrassed.
And the seven Soviet soldiers holding rifles.
They also subconsciously turned their heads and looked around, when they glanced at the backs of the experts and officers in front of them.
There was also a bit of despair on his face.
A dozen snowmobiles have also appeared around, and the violent engines and exhaust pipes have come together to make a deafening sound.
And the thirty or so Marines above had already taken out all the 4a1 assault rifles in their hands and pressed them against their shoulders when the snowmobiles stopped.
The black muzzles were there.
All of them had been aimed at these Soviet experts and officers, and a semi-encircled pocket was vaguely formed.
"It's really a wonderful special operations operation, it's just unexpected."
A middle-aged man in a green military uniform slowly stepped forward and clapped his hands to Liszt, without any trace of panic or disapproval on his face.
He just looked at him calmly, clapped his hands as if appreciating a drama, and said slowly with admiration in his tone: "Young American, your tactics are impressive."
He seemed to be a high-ranking person.
None of the experts or other officers behind him stopped his movements.
Even the seven Soviet soldiers holding rifles looked at the middle-aged man who came out with a certain look in their eyes.
He was at a loss, but he didn't dare to put down the rifle in his hand without permission.
He was still looking at the surrounding Marines with cold sweat on his forehead, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his breathing was slowly holding his breath. live.
"Thank you very much for your compliment.
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I have to say that your English proficiency reminds me of many old guys in Washington."
The smile on his lips was still bright, but Liszt slowly put down the Winchester in his hand.
Now that the situation was under control, he no longer needed to do it himself.
Liszt looked at the middle-aged Soviet officer in front of him and nodded slowly, indicating his friendliness.
At the same time, he lightly shrugged and said, "Then, can you please ask the seven young men over there to put down their weapons?"
" "Drop your weapons.
That's too much to ask."
The middle-aged Soviet officer raised his head slightly.
He looked at the dozens of helicopters hovering a few hundred meters above the ground.
He couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.
He exhaled slowly and turned towards the seven Soviet officers.
Bing made a gesture and said with some helplessness in his tone: "But considering the current situation, this is also the most reasonable request."
The seven Soviet soldiers hesitantly put down their AK assault rifles.
Looking at the middle-aged officer's eyes, they also threw their rifles on the snow a few steps away from them and stood aside obediently.
Not moving.
The middle-aged Soviet officer also turned to Liszt and asked: "Then, the American federal army will come to receive us."
Before Liszt could speak, the middle-aged officer also had a bit of disappointment on his face.
He couldn't help but shake his head and said to Liszt with a wry smile: "Who would have thought that a group of guys would be forced into a cave?
It turned out to be a special force that had already been planned.
I have to admire the commander of this battle.
His terrifying strategic vision is shocking. " "Shocked, maybe.
It does make me feel a little surprised to meet you here."
Nodding slowly, Liszt still had a slight smile on his face, but he looked up at the helicopter that was still hovering, his eyebrows were a little dignified, and he gently reached out to the middle-aged Soviet officer, He made a gesture of invitation and said: "Dear Mr.
Soviet Union, can you please let these pesky flies above leave?
Maybe we should go to a safe place, drink a cup of coffee, and warm up in this winter
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