Standing in front of this group of Soviet experts, Lister's face was also a little gloomy because of the previous phone call.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, he glanced at the white-haired Soviet experts in front of him who looked a little embarrassed and arrogant, and asked in a calm and indifferent tone: "Who can give me an explanation?"
The Marines behind him already had 4a1 assault rifles in their arms, and their fingers were gently on the trigger.
They looked indifferently at this group of Soviets who had nothing to do with them, and the few Marines on the innermost side who were on guard had even inserted sharp bayonets into the slots under the muzzles.
The originally aggressive Soviet experts were frightened by Liszt's cold eyes and indifferent voice.
Looking at the coldly shining bayonets around them, they couldn't help but take half a step back.
But the white-haired Soviet expert at the front raised his neck and took a step forward.
As if he was fearless, he puffed out his chest and said loudly to Liszt: "Even if we are prisoners, but According to the Geneva Convention, we must also enjoy the treatment we deserve."
"That's right, we are all senior scientific researchers of the Soviet Union.
We are not considered soldiers.
You must also give us good food and water, as well as the minimum accommodation environment."
Behind the Soviet expert, a fatter scientific researcher also stood up and held up his thick black eyes on the bridge of his nose.
There was also some excitement on his rosy face, waving his short, fat hands and saying, Liszt said loudly: "We are non-combatants.
We are not even non-staff combat units.
We can be said to be a group of civilians.
And we are knowledgeable.
High-level talents who are begged by any country to join us."
"Senior Talent" Slowly chewing on what the fat researcher said.
The smile at the corner of Liszt's mouth also brought a certain kind of ridicule.
He turned to look at Blejewski standing in the corner next to him.
There was also a bit of coldness in his voice, especially when his eyes swept over that area.
With an elegant smile, she put her hands on her thighs and asked calmly: "Don't you have any responsibility?"
"Is it me, Mr.
Lister, even though I am a prisoner, I hope you can abide by the Geneva Convention."
Blejewski still had a smile on his face. 1911 semi-automatic pistol, his eyes flickered a few times, but he shrugged slowly, frowned with some doubts: "I can't order these scientific research experts, they do not belong to the same department as me."
After a pause, he also He shook his head helplessly: "In other words, their authority is actually much higher than mine."
"It's fun being so much taller than you."
Taking a deep breath, Liszt's eyes were focused on the arrogant fat man again, as if to endure him.
Taking it as some kind of retreat, the fat man became more and more arrogant.
It even caused the Soviet experts behind them to step forward, all looking angry in protest.
But Liszt's hand slowly grasped the handle of the gun in the holster, and his thumb had gently slid the buckle away.
He looked at the fat man in front of him, his slightly narrowed eyes filled with emotion.
A bit coldly: "Aren't you aware?
As prisoners, I think you should also have the consciousness of prisoners."
The members of the Marine Corps behind him had also silently raised their 4a1 assault rifles, and the black muzzles were all pointed at the more than thirty Soviets in the corner, with cold faces. , already full of indifference and murderous intent towards them.
"But we must enjoy the treatment we deserve.
You'd better contact your superiors."
But the fat man was still confident.
He took a step forward and even surpassed the white-haired scientific research expert.
He was only in his forties but also had his own inner pride, especially when many scientific researchers praised him for his youth and promise.
At that time, his already swollen heart made him look up at Liszt and said louder: "If I were your superior, then I would definitely obey you."
"Bang" But before he finished speaking, the 1911 semi-automatic rifle in Lister's hand instantly appeared in his palm, holding it firmly.
The black muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed at one of the fat man's thighs, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows.
Without blinking, he pulled the trigger directly, and a crisp gunshot echoed in the cave.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the crisp sound of gunfire was still ringing faintly in the ears, but the Soviet experts and the officers in the corner were already looking at Liszt with wide eyes.
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At the same time, a shrill howl appeared in the cave.
The fat man fell limply to the ground, holding his left leg and screaming loudly.
There were streams of blood between his fingers.
It was also seeping out, dyeing his plump white palms red.
But no one cared about this fat man.
Even the scientific research experts were retreating towards the back with frightened expressions on their faces.
Even the white-haired old man who originally looked proud had a look of fear on his face.
Confidence.
As senior scientific researchers who even the Anti-Revolutionary Committee had to negotiate with them, they were actually pointed at guns by the Americans, and they even dared to shoot and injured one of their companions.
"They are just a group of civilians.
According to the Geneva Convention, they are not even prisoners."
Blejewski's eyes glanced at the thigh that the fat man was covering.
Years of war experience had taught him that this was actually just a flesh-penetrating wound, not even a broken bone.
But he looked up at Liszt, with some disbelief on his face.
He took a deep breath and frowned: "Besides, they are talents that the United States Federation also wants.
You will only end up doing this to yourself."
It would cause trouble, and it would be too contrary to the spirit of humanity.”
"You are satisfied with this" Slowly putting the pistol to his mouth, Liszt gently blew in the smoke that was still filling the muzzle with a smile on his face, but there was no smile on his face.
Looking down at the fat man who was still crying loudly, he couldn't help but shake his head slowly.
He also raised the 1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand.
He pulled the trigger diagonally upward repeatedly.
The crisp sound of gunshots immediately echoed in the cave, and he said in a deep voice: "Is that enough?"
That series of bullets directly emptied all the magazines of the 1911 semi-automatic pistol, and small fragments of the cave rock wall kept falling down.
On Liszt's indifferent face, he looked at the man in front of him who was curled up and facing the back.
The fat man finally stopped his ugly crying, and the smile on his lips slowly turned up.
He turned to Blejewski and said softly: "What do you mean by the Geneva Convention on Humanitarian Spirit?"
"Isn't that right?
I think we should be able to talk."
There was already a little panic on Blejewski's face.
In his opinion, Lister in front of him was almost a gambler who didn't care about common sense.
Even the Marines around him looked at him with cold expressions.
They were pointing their guns at the black hole, and now they no longer felt confident at all, because he could feel that if he made any violent and dangerous moves, the more than thirty 4a1 assault rifles would really open fire.
"You know, when you say these words, I feel like laughing."
But Liszt sneered at this.
He looked at the panic on Blejewski's face in front of him, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the slight ridicule was extremely obvious.
He slowly pulled out the empty magazine of the pistol, and slowly pushed up the new magazine full of bullets.
With a slight click, Lister's voice slowly appeared: "United Nations City" It has fallen, and you are still talking about the Geneva Convention.
Don’t you think this is a ridiculous joke?”
The expressions of those Soviet experts and officers changed slightly.
Even the fat man who was still lying on the ground with his thighs covered had turned his head and looked at Liszt in horror, especially the pistol in his hand, and his lips were trembling.
But couldn't say anything.
But Liszt looked at their appearance and snorted coldly in his nose, and the sarcasm in his tone became more and more intense: "But even when the United Nations was still there, did you really abide by the so-called Geneva Convention?"
"Don't be stupid, we are not children, this is an adult's game, this is war" Liszt's voice became louder, and his voice was deep, showing the rage in his heart.
His previous conversation with the senior Enclave official also made him seem to be venting it all on the Soviets in front of him.
The 1911 in his hand also Pointing at each of them in front of him, there was no trace in his eyes Not hiding his cold and murderous intention: "And you, do you really think that I will appreciate your scientific research level?"
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After a pause, his eyes were fixed on Blejewski in front of him, almost word for word.
Warning: "If you still dare to do anything troublesome, I will kill you."
After he said these words, he turned around and walked outside, while waving to the group of Marines who had gathered.
Karl behind him also glanced at his back, hesitated for a moment and did not catch up.
Instead, he gently gave a few words to the soldiers beside him, asking them to bring some sleeping bags and throw them in front of the Soviets.
At the same time, he also arranged for several people to line up sentry posts on several floors.
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