The chandeliers and machines were shut down again due to a power outage at the same time.
This remote meeting, which was originally supposed to be measured in hours, only lasted less than ten minutes and dissipated due to the tense atmosphere.
The dense and scattered footsteps have disappeared, and the entire conference room has returned to the deep darkness.
However, Liszt and the others under the conference table still made no sound.
It was not until nearly half an hour of waiting that the thick tablecloth was removed.
Liszt opened it, and Liszt's flexible body like a civet cat also quietly turned out.
He was half-kneeling at the corner of the table with his Winchester in hand, and his eyes carefully scanned the surrounding situation.
Karl and the other two Marines also slowly turned out.
The thin carpet on the ground also made their voices weak, but they were still quite harsh in the deep and dark conference room.
But Liszt slowly took out the tactical flashlight behind him.
As the beam of light appeared in the conference room, he slowly stood up and turned to look at the huge screen placed on the conference table.
His fists held back.
Can't help but hold it tightly.
He heard the conversation just now, almost quite clearly.
Even the past that he didn't understand suddenly became clear to him at this moment.
The light of the tactical flashlight swept across the surrounding layout, which seemed to be a common indoor layout method for Canadians, but he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Canadian and Soviet old Bunar, you guy, really It makes me quite unbelievable.”
When he was sent to the Anchorage defense line, he finally understood why Old Bunnar's expression was a bit complicated, and he also knew why Old Bunnar looked so embarrassed when he survived the investigation.
He originally thought it was the reason why the other reconnaissance troops were wiped out.
But judging from the current words.
But it is already quite clear.
And he has discovered it.
Even when he went to the southern tip of Alaska to establish an outpost, even when he went to the Admiralty Island and encountered the Deathclaw, and the mysterious Enclave officer behind it, he had already clearly understood everything.
"Captain Liszt, what should we do next?"
Karl also stood up along with the light, the assault rifle in his hand still pointing in the direction of the wooden door.
At the same time, he glanced behind him and looked at the hands behind his back with vigilance.
The Canadian young man who also wriggled his way out from under the tablecloth wanted to say something.
When he saw Liszt's embarrassed face, he frowned slightly and slowly stopped talking.
After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "I I think it’s best to go back to our cave base.”
"Let's go."
Liszt also nodded slowly, pointing the flashlight forward, and they also walked towards the wooden door.
The Canadian young man hesitated, but looked at Liszt and the others as they walked forward.
He quickly stepped forward to follow them, after all, the impression these four Americans had left on him.
It's much better than the American armored forces that started the massacre directly.
If he stays here, once he is discovered, I am afraid that a piece of iron peanut will be sent to him to see God.
The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the dark tunnel stairs were still here, but there were also a lot of collapsed bricks and wood, which seemed to have fallen here due to the collapse of the house outside.
But some people also tidied it up, and they could walk on the bricks and broken boards in front of them, and they made a subtle clicking sound when they stepped on them.
Liszt walked quickly and nimbly on the broken bricks and wooden boards, using his strong body to step up to the entrance of the basement, carefully looking at the surrounding situation.
The group of Americans seemed to have escorted the Soviets away, and they did so very quickly.
They did not even cover the entrance to the basement that was supposed to be covered.
Perhaps they thought that with the cover of the Canadians and the Soviets, the town would be destroyed in a short period of time.
Change does not cause change at all.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
With old Bunnar's internal arrangement and the cover of the Soviets, the so-called security of Canada has already been penetrated like a sieve.
"This investigation is not ineffective, is it?"
Slowly exhaling, Liszt stood in the room where one wall had collapsed, walking slowly upwards on the ruins.
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At the same time, he turned to look at Karl and the others who were also walking out of the basement behind him.
It's complicated but a little sad.
Slowly clenching his fist, he spat hard to the side, and whispered softly as if talking to himself: "I thought I and old Bunar could be considered friends."
"It's always like this between countries, let alone now."
Karl also walked over, and his eyes had already seen the outside of his ruins.
The track had run over the snowy ground, which looked messy.
At the same time, he turned to look at the increasingly shabby surroundings After getting the house, his face became slightly serious.
As an outstanding graduate specializing in military affairs, although he did not have a deep understanding of the international situation, based on the news from the world, he couldn't help but shrugged and advised Liszt: "Sometimes life is always very helpless."
"Maybe, I really consider him a friend."
Liszt also shook his head helplessly, feeling a certain disbelief about this so-called fate.
However, he turned around and walked towards the young Canadian, reached out and took out his dagger and cut the rope that bound him.
At the same time, he handed the dagger to him, nodded lightly and said: "Let's go, strange Canadian, maybe We will never meet again."
After a pause, he looked at the shock and disbelief on the young Canadian's face, and nodded slightly: "You are not suitable for the frontline battlefield, I think.
It would be best for you to go back to the military academy and study again.”
"Well, then you mean to let me go and I will really survive."
A look of hope suddenly appeared on the young man's face.
He stared at Liszt with wide eyes and smiled in surprise.
He didn't even have time to put down the dagger that Liszt handed him, so he gestured hard in front of his chest.
After a moment, he nodded in extreme shock and surprise: "I will come back If I go to the military school, I will suggest to my father that I continue to study seriously."
But as he said that, his expression changed slightly, and he licked his lips and said softly to Liszt: "I won't do what happened today.
Speaking out, I will only say that this town was destroyed by strange American troops.”
"I hope so."
Liszt also nodded and looked at the young man with a smile.
At the same time, he turned and walked quickly towards the outside of the town.
Karl and the three of them also followed quickly, leaving the young man looking at Liszt with wide eyes, his eyes already full of excitement and gratitude.
But Liszt still took out a cigarette from his chest, lit one for himself, and threw it to Karl and the others behind him.
He slowly enjoyed the stimulating taste, and exhaled a puff of smoke lightly and said: "Go back, this place is also Enough is enough."
And his eyes were looking at the continuous mountains in the distance.
The majestic Rocky Mountains seemed to be entrenched by giant dragons, but he couldn't help but take a deep breath of the cool breeze, put the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and used his feet to Crushing heavily, he seemed to be saying to himself: "You have to rely on yourself for everything, right?"
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