Vault 32

Chapter 2 Chaos
For a retired soldier, a hunting enthusiast, and a member of the Veterans Association, if he is in danger, there is nothing like a brand-new, easy-to-operate, violent gun that smells like gun oil. The Ster M1887 shotgun is more reassuring!
Of course, if you are a field survival expert, field hunting expert, or a senior member of the Firearms Association, you will also tell you that the modern smokeless gunpowder type 1887-gauge shotgun, which is exclusive to Winchester M12, is the real close combat. weapon.Liszt deeply agrees with this. Although the old Winchester M1887 cannot withstand the chamber pressure of the smokeless gunpowder type 12-gauge shotgun, the modern excellent metallurgical technology has already made up for this biggest shortcoming. .

"Oh, it's really too late to react... But I really don't know what happened in this world..."

Holding his beloved Winchester M1887, Liszt stood in front of the sofa and breathed in the air, adjusting his state to the previous war mode.While looking at the TV screen, the female host was still stumbling and making ridiculous remarks: "Except for her face and amazing figure, she is really worthless." Liszt commented with full of malice.

The gray fog outside the window has begun to fill, and the entire sky outside the window seems to be covered with a layer of gray gauze, and the faint sound of gunfire also spreads deep in the city. At the same time, the sound of artillery bombardment that appears from time to time makes people feel... People seem to feel that it is a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Damn it, if the judgment of the sound of this level is correct, the battlefield is estimated to be less than ten blocks away from here."

Slightly squinting his eyes, Liszt nimbly came to the window and pressed against the wall on one side, and carefully poked his head out to look outside, but the seemingly fine gray mist was like a hazy morning mist. After a distance of one meter, the scene outside became hazy, and even with Liszt's good eyesight as a sniper, he couldn't see clearly.

A faint fishy smell came, and Liszt couldn't help sniffing it lightly. Leaning against the hard cement wall, his face became more serious.The fishy smell permeated in the gray fog was not the common industrial smell in the city, but it made him feel like returning to the tropical rainforest in the early morning.

There are still scattered pedestrians walking in a hurry on the street, and police cars are also passing by the street quickly with their lights flashing.Among them, Liszt also saw a lot of punks who seemed to be fishing in troubled waters, in groups of three or five, holding baseball bats and daggers, covering their faces and trying to rob two single ladies who were walking in a hurry.

"The soldiers stationed in the city are here? It seems that I don't need to take action."

From the corner of the eye, I saw more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers walking quickly on the street, each with an M4A1 assault rifle on their shoulders, and the distance between each other was more than two or three meters. The standard urban combat team marching tactical formation.Liszt also couldn't help admiring: "Sure enough, he is well-trained."

Following the exclamation of the two single ladies, the soldiers of that team had already discovered the filthy robbery in the front corner, and following a gesture from the captain in the middle, the two soldiers immediately raised their M4A1 assault rifles and pointed at them. Looking forward, he walked quickly, as if he wanted to catch all these young gangsters.

But that group of gangsters looked quite slick and experienced, and they treated the soldiers of this group of troops as policemen who could have been molested.After kicking the two single ladies down with one leg, he snatched the handbags of the two ladies, and then laughed and laughed at each other and rushed towards the middle of the street.What's more, after running more than [-] meters, a few raised the handbags they had snatched at the soldiers, laughed and said some obscene words.

"This group of damned guys, after the trouble, they are the happiest dancing!"

The faint roar of heavy machine guns sounded again, and at the same time, the citizens on both sides of the street who were still looking down lowered their heads and closed their windows, all looking cautious.But Liszt squinted at the group of punks who were still provoking the soldiers, gritted his teeth and cursed: "If it was me, I would just shoot...Damn it!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—"

But before he could fully utter his cursing words, a burst of crisp and intense gunshots appeared on the street downstairs in an instant, causing him to swallow his words through gnashing his teeth.The small group of soldiers stood side by side in a row, and the M4A1 assault rifles in their hands burst out with fine and deadly muzzle flames, while the dozen or so gangsters who were more than [-] meters away instantly, within three to five seconds, all fell to the ground.

As a classic small-caliber rifle, the M4A1 assault rifle has perfect burst accuracy in the hands of these professional soldiers.Almost following the clear gunshot, the dozen or so gangsters who were still running more than [-] meters away fell to the ground in an instant, their whole bodies twisted and twitched, apparently all of them had been shot!

There was a burst of screams from the surrounding buildings, but then they all disappeared without a trace, as if they were forced to cover their mouths to suppress it.And Liszt, who lived on the fourth floor, was panting deeply. He had already noticed that the residents who were still watching from the windows had all disappeared, and at the same time he drew the curtains of his house in fear.

"Really shot? Really shot?"

Liszt tightly held the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand. The hard log stock gave him a little calmness in his heart, but he watched those who walked forward one by one, drew out the pistol and aimed at the shotgun. The fallen corpses of a group of gangsters are still in the act of replenishing their guns, even if he has experienced many large-scale exercises and two actual combats, he can't help but grit his teeth and say slowly: "This is so... Really shot!"

The battlefield performance of the soldiers below was as standard as a textbook.Whether it was the rapid burst of fire when firing, or the M4A1 assault rifle to alert teammates on both sides when refilling the gun, Liszt, who was born in the Marine Corps, said that he could hardly find any mistakes.

But what really disturbed and shocked Liszt was the unhesitating firing of this group of soldiers, as well as the snappy refilling of their guns.This reminded him of the ruthless methods he used to treat those cruel enemies when he was fighting in foreign battlefields!But now, they are shooting the people of this country, a group of children whose average age is less than 21 years old!

"Damn it, what happened!"

Liszt would not be maddened by those gangsters who blocked the road and robbed, but the merciless and tough tactics of the soldiers, as well as the warning words in the previous TV program, made Liszt feel more and more uneasy.He clenched the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, and couldn't help taking a deep breath: "This is the highest level, and the whole city is under martial law!"

Once in the army, Liszt also heard about the highest level of martial law in the city.The most direct expression is that the military completely replaces the city hall to take over the city, and implements curfew and various militarized management.One of these points is especially memorable for Liszt. When an abnormal situation occurs, the contact troops can handle it by themselves without notifying their superiors!
"... Please pay attention to the general public... At this stage, the military has an absolute advantage... Curfews and movement bans are imposed... Please don't go to the streets without important things... And the military strictly investigates various crimes... If If found, they will be directly shot and killed for the crime of assisting the thugs...Zizi...Zizi...will be implemented at this stage...Zizi...Signal control...There will be special personnel to deliver food to arrive...Zizi...Please Quietly waiting for help at home...Zizi..."

While Liszt was silent, the original TV screen in the room suddenly appeared the previous program picture, but countless messy snowflakes flickered on it, and the picture was not clear at all.There was also that severely distorted voice playing in it, as if it wanted to remind something, but before it was completely finished, there was only a snowflake picture with a "sizzling" sound.

Slowly stretching out his hand to close the curtains, looking into the dim room, Liszt stood in the living room and couldn't help but be speechless.The feeling after getting drunk at the bar with his colleagues last night still makes his stomach and head a little uncomfortable, and finding a few beautiful girls also makes him hard to forget the beauty of his fingertips.

But in the blink of an eye, Liszt suddenly realized that something might be wrong with this world.The highest mode of martial law in the city, the weird roar in the TV show.If it is really those thugs that were born out of racism, then the formal military formation that even appeared one by one with main battle tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, heavy machine guns, and armed helicopters is simply a bit of a fuss.

"What the hell is going on in this world...it's so damned!"

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Liszt stood there in a daze, with a helpless expression on his face.Especially thinking about the memories in his mind, Liszt sat down on the sofa, gritted his teeth tightly and sighed: "Compared with the previous life, it looks similar, but now I find that it is really more and more different."

That's right, although Liszt has black hair and black pupils, his slightly curly hair and his typical southern European face don't seem to have anything to do with China at all.Apart from his soul and thoughts, when he opened his eyes when he was just born, to put it in a more fashionable way, he has traveled to the current world.

Slowly clenched the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, but there was not much fear on Lister's face. He was a platoon leader in his previous life, and he was also a company commander in the Marine Corps in this world. Commanded combat in the field.But what made him more stable was the golden finger that accompanied him to this world, which he hadn't used many times until now—the "Call of Duty" system!
　Shotgun is a masking word. This is really helpless, alas. Of course, everyone thinks the writing is good, so please vote more. Thank you for fighting here.

　　
　
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