Vault 32

Chapter 1 TV Report
"...A large number of troops have entered the urban area and blocked various street points to quell the looting and riots of the thugs...The police stated that this riot was caused by the spread of racism. Walk, please stay at your own home, lest the military cause misunderstandings and make regrettable actions..."

On the large screen, the well-dressed host is serious, holding a microphone and talking to a military officer with a hazy face beside him, and in the background sound of their conversation, there are messy footsteps and engine noise. The roar came, and the scene seemed to be quite chaotic.

While the host was interviewing the officers, three M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicles were slowly passing by on the street behind them. .The 25mm parallel machine gun is also controlled by soldiers wearing helmets and sunglasses, aiming at the front with a serious face, just like the front line of the battlefield.

The street far away from the camera is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. Among the two rows of carefully manicured greenery, there are only a few looming figures wandering in the distance, but there are individual fortifications built with sandbags and cement blocks nearby. , each of the heavily armed soldiers occupies one, set up the squad with M249 light machine guns, load the neat and orderly ammunition belts, and point the black muzzles at the middle of the street, and they are ready to fire at any time.

The camera pans horizontally, and at the upper right corner, a CH-47D "Chinook" heavy transport helicopter is flying quickly over the street, and under the huge fuselage, four thick chains hang an M2 " The Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, with its tandem dual-rotors rotating rapidly, tried to maintain balance and speed, and it seemed to be flying towards the depths of the city.

"...Our army is absolutely invincible. Even if the mobs have a small amount of weapons, they can't resist the powerful and powerful attack. But in a short time, the cunning mobs will flee to any corner, the homes of the citizens , after the deliberations of the President and Congress, unanimously passed and authorized the "Interim Open Fire Acquittal Act", and measured by wartime standards..."

"... For the thugs who appeared in front of us, we will remind all citizens not to provide any supplies to the thugs, not to accept any temptations from the thugs, and not to have any worries about their intimidation, "Temporary Opening Fire The Innocence Act will come into effect from now on, and all citizens who watch this program, please communicate to each other, from now on, when killing thugs and any gangsters who attempt to threaten themselves, they will not violate the law..."

In the shot on the TV screen, soldiers holding M4A1 assault rifles, wearing ACU camouflage and bulletproof vests are passing by in two rows in neat rows. Their faces with sunglasses are only serious, but they seem to be sure of victory.But it seems that the calmness of these soldiers seems to be disguised.

"...The military has completely taken control of the city and is quickly familiar with the layout of the city with the assistance of the police. Our citizens can fully believe that within three days our heroic soldiers will make every one of them look like cockroaches The thugs hiding in dark corners should be punished by the law..."

"Oh, my brain is like a wrecked rubber tire..."

Throwing down the remote control towards the sofa, Liszt pinched his brows hard.The dizziness caused by the hangover last night still made him feel quite painful, but looking at the clock on the wall next to him, he sat down on the sofa again, and sighed helplessly: "Damn, I haven't gone to work at this point, old Kyle must be going crazy..."

As one of the best employees in the auto repair shop, Liszt didn't believe in his usual excellent craftsmanship. At this time, he could also get back the sympathy of old Kyle, who can be called Grandet II.He poured himself a cup of instant coffee by the side, and Liszt couldn't help lamenting the perfect attendance award that was announced to have failed this month.

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo..."

Picking up the mobile phone next to him, Liszt dialed the old Kyle's number with a bitter face. He put it to his ear and was about to accept the devastation of the storm, and he wanted to lick his face and ask for a day off. Stirring without a trace: "Oh, damn Communication Association, the communication fee I pay every month is just... Wait, what's going on?"

Looking at the zero signal displayed on the phone with a dark face, Liszt could almost imagine the old Kyle's spit spraying on his face with bad breath.But when he raised his head and finally found the picture on the TV screen, his eyes narrowed slowly: "A defense force of this scale is still called martial law in the whole city?"

In the picture, infantry squads are fully armed and scattered on both sides of the road, and three M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicles are parked in the middle and on both sides of the road.The three infantry walked over quickly carrying a dark and heavy M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun, as if they wanted to set up a standard machine gun position on the sandbags.

Just by looking at the agile movements and standard tactical arrangements of this group of infantrymen, Lister could tell that it was the real National Army, not the National Guard who only knew how to put on a show.But what made him look even more solemn was the dull roar of the engine in the background sound of the screen!

"If that sound is correct...it's an M1A2 Abrams main battle tank!"

As a member of the Marine Corps, even though Liszt has retired now, his ears are still quite sensitive to the roar of the engine.Especially looking at the serious colonel officer with a gloomy face on the TV screen, he slowly clenched his hands: "No, no, no, officers at the rank of colonel have come out to explain and refute rumors... What happened? ?”

With the rank of colonel of the national army alone, it is more than enough to be the head of the regiment, but seeing the host and the officer in the picture seem to be asking and answering questions easily, the doubts and anxiety in Liszt's heart are getting higher and higher.If this is just a riot caused by ordinary racial discrimination, it is far from the point of dispatching troops to block the main roads of the city!

Especially when he looked down at the zero signal displayed on the phone screen, his brows were tightly frowned, and all the doubts in his heart had turned into uneasiness: "Damn..." Liszt couldn't help but mutter to himself, if this If no signal is connected with the army, it means that the signal is blocked or interrupted.

Both of these are unacceptable to Liszt. The signal interruption represents an urban area. Without prior notification, everyone may sue afterwards, and the National Communications Association will pay the price of bankruptcy for this failed decision. .As for signal shielding, this kind of tactical method unique to the army, in Liszt's view, made him feel even more uneasy.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—"

But before Liszt could figure it out, a burst of rapid gunshots came from the TV screen in an instant. Accompanied by the fiercely shaking camera, the well-dressed and calm host had already dropped the microphone. He lay on the ground with his help, and crawled to the side with a terrified expression.

And the camera also seemed to fall to the ground amidst the violent shaking, but as the camera was fixed, it could be clearly seen that the soldiers who were fully armed and waiting for orders were firing towards the street in front of them one after another. , Only the continuous and violent gunshots remained in the background sound, as well as the 12mm heavy machine gun and 7mm machine gun mixed in it, and the ear-splitting rapid bursts!

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

But there was a deafening and stern roar, and even the violent gunshots could not be covered. At the end of the road in front of the camera, a dark thing that seemed to be like a tide was slowly crushing under the rain of bullets visible to the naked eye. Come over, and at the same time, the countless roars were transmitted across the scene through the headset to the TV screen in front of Liszt.

However, these shots took less than ten seconds, and the entire TV screen was cut off in an instant, and the entire screen was completely turned into a snowflake.After waiting for three seconds, it was switched to a live broadcast room, and a female host appeared at the same time, holding the speech paper nervously in front of her, and said the above words with lowered eyebrows and trembling voice.

"...before there was a fierce exchange of fire between the military and the gathered...thugs...At the same time, we conveyed to the citizens...the warnings of the military and the police...stay cautiously at your home...if anyone is attacked by unknown Injuries...Isolation as soon as possible is an excellent way...Please note...Once someone is injured...Isolate immediately...And if you encounter any danger, you are allowed to shoot and kill directly...Killing...will not be subject to legal responsibility... "

Slowly put down the TV remote control in his hand, Liszt looked at the TV screen in front of him, the host who was obviously pretending to be calm but couldn't even read the script well, but there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, especially when the news came from outside the window. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Racist thugs?"

"It's ridiculous."

Liszt stood up gently, the hangover from last night seemed to dissipate with him getting up, and the vigor of the Marine Corps from a year ago reappeared on him.Slowly opening the hidden compartment on one side of the sofa, a brand new Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun that smelled of gun oil appeared in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, he tightly held the shotgun (a shotgun used for hunting, a century-old brand Winchester), which calmed the uneasiness in Liszt's heart a little. In the gray foggy sky, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile: "There is nothing that one shot of Winchester 1887 can't solve. If there is..." He paused, then said in a heavy voice, "Two shots."

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