Vault 32

Chapter 190 Rumors of Power Armor
It seemed that he had been here for a long time. This Canadian kneeling on the ground with his hands raised, his clothes and skin were covered in black burning ash. He looked like the most embarrassing beggar.And his red and swollen eye sockets were also shedding tears, and his raised hands were slowly attached to the ground, and he bent over and lay heavily on the ground, like a big character, still howling in his mouth: " My father is the Army Commander of British Columbia, please don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The sound was as shrill as the howl of a dying animal, but seeing that lying on the ground still shivering, Carl and the other two marines took a few steps forward, but the rifles in their hands also slowly moved forward. Pointing to what appears to be a ruined house.Liszt frowned slightly, and gradually lifted the Winchester in his hand upwards. After waiting for a while, but found no other abnormalities, he snorted coldly: "Another damn dude."

"This guy surrendered? It's really troublesome."

In the modern wars of the previous life, because of the constraints of human rights, when captives who surrendered were found, they usually chose to take them back instead of shooting them directly.Now Carl also has a bit of embarrassment on his face. Although he doesn't have a good impression of the guy in front of him who is completely a dude, the thoughts of his previous life still make it difficult for him to do so. Holding his rifle in his arms, he turned his head. He frowned at Liszt and asked, "How to deal with him?"

As he spoke, the two marines beside him also subconsciously moved their rifles, and the butts on their shoulders pointed the black muzzle at the ragged Canadian. .Although they understand the so-called human rights and know that indiscriminate killing of innocents is an act of butchers and contempt, if Liszt chooses to give orders, the rifles in their hands will also shine with the cruel light of war. and wrong.

"Wait, there seems to be something we don't know about what he said."

Nodding slowly, Liszt put the Winchester in his hand back into the side of the backpack on his back, and when he pulled it out, there was a small wine jug in his hand.He unscrewed the cap, and slowly took a sip for himself. Feeling the cold heat down his throat, he couldn't help exhaling a strong smell of alcohol, and walked over to the Canadian lying on the ground. Before him, he put the jug on the side of his cheek, looked at his crying face, and said in a firm tone: "Don't cry, strange boy, even though we don't know what happened, But at least some Soviet vodka might make you feel better."

"You... you... won't you kill me? Are you really going to kill me? I... I still have value... My father is the commander of the British Columbia Army in Canada, and he will definitely let you get everything useful military intelligence."

Hearing Liszt's tone that didn't have much murderous intent, the Canadian young man lying on the ground and crying suddenly raised his head, his face was covered with black ashes and mud, and outside the red and swollen eyes, there was Washed by tears is more white.There was surprise in his eyes, and even a smirk appeared on his face. With trembling hands, he slowly got himself up on the ground, and tremblingly picked up the jug on the side, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the three The Marine Corps soldier who was holding a rifle at the bottom of the stairs, let go of the fear rising in his heart again, waved his hands in panic and hurriedly said: "But you have installed that kind of terrifying humanoid armor, do you still need to care about Canadians?" Opinion? You can even defeat the group of Soviets!"

"What did you say?!"

Liszt's eyes suddenly widened, and a thought that he didn't want to appear suddenly appeared in his mind like a lightning bolt.And the whole person suddenly took half a step forward, squatting halfway in front of this stunned Canadian, the two pairs of eyes were already covered with bloodshot patches, as if they were a pair of natural blood eyes, looking Looking at him also staring like hell, he slowly gritted his teeth and asked: "I don't understand that humanoid armor, what does it mean?"

"You are also an American, don't you know? They appear in this small town as if they were steel giants, and our defenders' counterattack against them is as ridiculous as if they were children!"

As if reminiscing some horrible memories, the Canadian young man slowly curled up towards the back, his face covered with mud and black marks, already showing extreme panic.And he looked at Liszt, pointed to the sky with trembling fingers, and stammered to say something, but he couldn't finish the sentence, and after a while he said with tears on his face: "They only use In less than half an hour, all the regiments stationed here were killed, and I don't know who else can survive in front of that terrifying enemy..."

His words were full of panic, and Liszt also did not deny the authenticity of his words, because there is no power armor that has been exposed in this world, and this ordinary Canadian will never know.The research on Power Armor, even in the American Federation, the highly powerful shadow government Enclave Organization, is absolutely confidential, just like the research project of Death Claw, how could it appear in this Canadian population?
And he was quite sure that, according to his description, it was the top-level equipment that was not common in the radioactive wasteland—power armor.But Liszt stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to pick up the jug and took a big gulp for himself. The pungent liquor made his eyes narrow slightly, and he turned his head to look at the almost The severely damaged town could not help but gritted its teeth: "This time period, it is somewhat impossible..."

He finally knew why the individual soldier's standard weapons could be destroyed like that by huge force, and finally knew what could tear human beings in half, and finally knew what it was that could tear these masonry towns, The fight was as miserable as being covered and bombarded by artillery.And Liszt looked at the Canadian who stood up in front of him with panic in his eyes and was a little at a loss, but couldn't help clenching his fists, and just said slowly: "In this period of time, the Power Armor How could it be researched? Could it be that the timeline has really been disrupted..."

(End of this chapter)