"General Bunnar" Liszt's eyes suddenly widened.
He lay flat on the ground that had been covered with a thick carpet, but his ears were slightly tilted, listening to the sounds outside very carefully.
His heart was beating slowly.
He didn't know why he suddenly discovered that he had heard some top-secret news, but the familiar name made him grit his teeth secretly, and some associations had already appeared in his mind. , but shook his head in disbelief.
But obviously his association really appeared in this conference room, and the familiar voice appeared in Liszt's ears, slightly hoarse and tired, as if he was extremely tired due to the oppression of reality, but that voice, But I used to be close friends with him.
That was Old Bunnar, the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Defense Line.
Lister heard his voice very clearly, and he still spoke slowly in that hoarse voice: "This is instant messaging now, what you said Yes, I can hear it.”
"Oh, of course, General Bunnar, my words actually do not mean any insult to you and the Anchorage Defense Line."
The sharp voice still sounded, and the unskilled English was mixed with a rather abrupt tongue-licking sound.
And the only people in the world who can skillfully produce the tongue-licking sound are the Slavs at the northern end of the European continent, or rather Soviet people.
It seems that because General Bunar's voice sounded, there was a bit of compliment in his voice, and there was a chuckle in his voice, as if he was referring to something: "It seems that our beauty has already communicated with you."
"Agelina Bova" Old General Bunar's voice still had a slight hoarseness, and there was no other emotion in his tone.
He seemed to know the hint in the Soviet man's tone, and still answered him straightly, with a little seriousness in his voice: "The Enclave has instigated her rebellion, do you really believe that she appears?"
By my side.
It's just that the Enclave asked me to use her to lure out you Soviet rats hiding in the dark."
There was also disdain in his serious and hoarse voice, and he didn't know whether it was towards the Soviet man in front of him or the Enclave he was talking about.
Among the speakers on both sides of the screen, Old Bunnar's voice was still ringing, and he reprimanded in a somewhat unceremonious tone: "The Enclave organization has always been responsible for the Canadian area.
The local army assisted, and Anchorage The defense line is only responsible for the security of Alaska.
It is obviously impossible for me to contact the special forces in the mountains. " "Those words are somewhat hurtful, General Bunnar."
The Soviet man's voice was slightly dissatisfied, and he expressed his dissatisfaction in his broken Soviet English.
However, in response to Old Bunar's question, his voice was obviously raised a little, and he said angrily in a slightly louder voice: " But it is indeed your American Federation that kidnapped our expert team.
Do you know the importance of these dozen experts to us?"
He paused and snorted coldly: "As the president of Anchorage?
Commander, don’t you know anything?”
"That's Liszt.
You have known him before, haven't you?
You should know that when he wants to cause damage, even I can't stop him.
He is a powerful guy."
There was a little complexity in Old Bunnar's tone, and his slightly sad voice could be heard from the speakers, but his tone became increasingly depressed and gloomy.
As if the voice of the devil came from hell, he slowly spoke to the Soviet in the conference room: "And it is just as you said.
They are in the territory controlled by the Canadians.
How could you, Canadian allies, not do anything about Lister?"
"We asked you to kill that guy and demoralize the U.S. federal troops, but you did nothing."
The Soviet voices also competed unceremoniously in his words.
There is no respect for old Bunnar, the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage defense line.
He even slapped his hand heavily on the table, causing Karl and the others under the conference table to tremble slightly subconsciously, but the Soviet voice also sounded immediately, shouting loudly: "Is this what you are doing to us?"
Liszt is still alive.
He even kidnapped our expert team and brought our scientific research work to a near standstill.
You have to know that if there is no scientific research process, our research will be completely deadlocked."
"But I have sent him to Alaska for reconnaissance, sent him to establish outposts in remote areas, and even given you the opportunity to assassinate him.
Don't you have to blame others for your wastes if they don't succeed?"
A sneer also came from the speaker, and Old Bunar's voice also snorted unceremoniously.
He also had no kindness towards the mean Soviet in front of him.
He just snorted coldly: "I even used An Insert into Ankere's internal network and change the experimental location of biological weapons to Admiralty Island, but you What are you going to do?"
There was unceremonious contempt and ridicule in his voice: "Then Lister secretly went to the Queen Charlotte Islands and used bombs to wipe out an entire battalion of yours, and also shocked a regiment.
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He continued to flee to the mainland, rescued more than 200 American prisoners of war, and finally captured your expert team."
Although old Bunar's face could not be seen, one could tell that he was full of sarcasm now.
The sound of his fingers tapping on the table could also be heard from the speakers.
At the same time, he slowly spoke to the Soviets in the conference room: "Recorder."
"Come on, I'm not a subordinate of you Soviets.
You have to understand this."
He paused and his tone returned to calm: "Next, my elite armored forces will escort you out of here, and at the same time, my people will.
Try to contact Liszt to help you destroy them."
After he finished speaking, there was a sound of a button being turned off, and no sound from the speaker could be heard anymore.
The Soviet man also slammed the table hard, seeming to be very angry at Old Bunar's rude behavior, but he stood up at the same time, gritted his teeth and walked outside, but at the same time, he spoke in a clear voice: American English also appeared and spoke to him calmly: "Mr.
Prenyakov, General Bunar has ended the call and we can leave."
"Hmph, I have my own helicopter, so I don't need you."
Pulunyakov's voice had a gloomy cold snort, he slapped the table hard, and he turned around and left quickly as if he was quite angry.
Following a series of footsteps, the lights in the room continued to turn off, and the entire conference room turned into darkness again, as deep as the devil's mouth
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