The stalemate between the two sides did not last long, and the clear situation also made the Soviet Union, which was in an extremely weak position, choose to endure and retreat.
The scientific researchers wearing white lab coats have also shut their mouths, and the officers wearing green military uniforms have also taken out their carry pistols and thrown them onto the snowdrift nearby.
Although there was unwillingness and anger in their eyes, in front of the 4 rifles in the hands of the marines, they could only shut up obediently and wait for the next arrangement.
However, most of them were not worried, especially the Soviet scientific research experts wearing white lab coats, whose expressions were even more gloomy and arrogant.
As cutting-edge experts in certain fields, they are not worried about being harmed.
Whether it is the Soviet Union, the American Federation, or any country in the world, they are extremely eager to acquire talents, and they also understand that their minds The knowledge inside is their greatest reliance on survival.
But for Lister, who has a system, the most cutting-edge experts in these fields are really of little use to him.
If he has enough points, he can even redeem them for everything.
And this is not just a simple talk.
The Call of Duty system has a complete technology tree, and the level of technology is, to a certain extent, even more advanced than this world.
Liszt turned his head slightly, glanced at the group of Soviet scientists with proud faces, and couldn't help but shake his head.
Although these guys were indeed prisoners, their unique status as scientific researchers also made them a little helpless.
However, Liszt turned to look at the middle-aged officer who put down the radio communication microphone, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that I have already said Understood" "Everything is clear, even if you don't explain it clearly, isn't it?"
The middle-aged officer also had a smile on his face, but there was also a bit of sadness between his brows.
He slowly threw the handbag-sized radio in his hand into the snow next to him, reached out and took off the big-brimmed hat on his forehead, flicked the few snowflakes on it, and said with a slow smile: "Then From now on, we will obey your arrangements, sir."
Nod.
Liszt glanced at the radio thrown away in the snow, and said to the middle-aged officer with a smile on his face: "You can call me Liszt, I don't know what your name is."
He said, and also At the same time, he jumped off the snowmobile under him.
As his calves sank into the snow, he felt a coldness that made him raise his eyebrows: "It's really cold."
However, he raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The eleven Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopters that were still hovering in the sky had already left the area following the middle-aged officer's words.
Smiling slowly, Liszt walked towards him.
He also stretched out his hand and said: "Although there are some surprises, maybe we don't have to have some serious conflicts."
"Bledevsky in Moscow."
The middle-aged officer sighed slowly and looked at the approaching figure of Liszt.
His eyes subconsciously glanced at Winchester who was hanging on the snowmobile.
There was no expression on his face.
He also walked forward for half a minute.
Stepping forward, he stretched out his hand as if to express his friendliness, and at the same time sighed: "If there is no too strong conflict, that would be a good thing."
The two shook hands and it looked like an ordinary exchange.
There is no smell of gunpowder.
And this middle-aged officer named Blejewski also had a slight smile on his face.
Although he was slumped, he appeared to be gentle and polite.
Compared with the politicians in the big cities of the American federal government, he did not show any mercy.
"So uh" Liszt had a smile on his face.
He was about to say something, but the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly.
Blejewski held his hand and pulled it down suddenly, and the Slav's burly and strong body was already moving hard towards his chest.
When he bumped into it, the other hand had already moved up from the bottom.
He took out a dagger from somewhere and tried to put it on his neck with a cold light.
Blejewski's face was extremely solemn.
He had also been a special forces soldier and had rich experience in close combat.
The dagger hidden in his sleeves all year round has also come in handy at this time.
He is sure that in the face of this sudden and lightning-fast attack, even his former instructor who specializes in close combat skills may not be able to use it.
Can't react at all And he was equally sure that if he could control this guy who was obviously the captain, then there might be a glimmer of hope for escape.
After all, the encounter between the two sides was extremely sudden, and he didn't think that the appearance of this group of Americans driving snowmobiles was premeditated.
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"How is that possible?"
But Blejewski's eyes suddenly widened.
He looked at Liszt, who was still smiling in front of him in disbelief.
With so much strength, he couldn't help but let go of the pain and fell to the ground.
He took a deep breath, because after the burst of strength just now, he now discovered that this seemingly thin American was as strong as an iron man, making him breathless.
"Mr.
Blejewski, although I don't want to say it, in fact, in my eyes, you are just like a child."
Liszt held Blejewski's wrist tightly, and his other hand had already trapped his arm like a rope.
He exerted slight force, and the joint made a clicking sound.
The burly officer already showed a painful expression.
Liszt's peripheral vision swept over the seven soldiers who wanted to help, but the smile on his lips was still bright: "Of course this is not directed at you, but at everyone present.
In my eyes, they are like the most innocent children. ” On the surrounding snowmobiles, the Marines had jumped off and took two steps forward in the knee-high snow.
The 4a1 assault rifles in their hands were also aimed at the Soviets.
And their eyes were also solemn and cold.
They didn't care about their identities at all.
If they dared to move, they would shoot without hesitation.
"Okay, maybe everyone can be more serious now."
Letting go of Blejewski, Liszt looked at his embarrassed appearance, and the smile on his face had faded.
Looking at the fallen dagger in the snow under his feet, he slowly picked it up and put it in his hand, holding down the tip and handle.
With the force, the dagger made by military industry instantly broke into two pieces and fell into the snow.
The layer felt like it had been smashed by a giant hammer.
But Liszt also had a solemn expression on his face.
Looking at the Soviet officers and experts in front of him, he said solemnly: "It's time to look like a prisoner
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