Vault 32

Chapter 36

The urban combat boots on his feet stepped on the concrete floor, and Liszt's face was expressionless.Although the strong smell of blood in the corridor seemed to have entered a slaughterhouse, but now he was calm as if he was walking in his own living room.He slowly stepped forward, and the brand-new urban combat boots were lifted up with his steps, and drops of bright red liquid dripped down, as if there were many bright red fragments on them, muddy Like just pulling out a leg in a swamp.

The M249 light machine gun in Liszt's hand was already lifted up against his shoulder, and the black muzzle moved with the tactical flashlight on the slot on the side of the gun.He has three 3-round standard light machine gun ammunition chains wrapped around his shoulders and waist, and beside him, his deputy shooter and guard is scanning the surrounding situation vigilantly with an M200A4 assault rifle in his hand. .And this guard also had three 1-round standard light machine gun ammunition chains wrapped around his body, and even six defensive grenades hung around his waist, just within reach of his hands.

"Be careful, don't act rashly, we need to be calm."

Breathing slowly, Liszt didn't seem to notice the strong smell of blood in his nose, and the hand holding the M249 light machine gun was still strong and steady.While walking forward, he heard retching and light coughing behind him from time to time. Instead, he frowned slightly and turned his head to stare at the deputy shooter and ten other heavily armed soldiers who were following him closely. Softly reminded: "You are all well-trained elites of the American Federation, don't let external things affect your senses!"

The lights of tactical flashlights appeared in this corridor, and a soldier from Company E carefully followed behind Liszt.They stepped forward calmly and quickly, trying their best to scan the end of the tactical flashlight in front of them as much as possible to concentrate their attention.But the strong smell of blood in the nostrils, the slight resistance when stepping down and lifting up when walking, and the crackling sound of dripping down made them unable to concentrate effectively at all.

Because it makes them really, really sick.When they stepped on the urban combat boots on their feet, the bright red liquid immediately squeezed out from the gaps in the soles.And some relatively thick and flexible fragments were left under their feet, or even stuck in the gaps in the soles of their shoes, as they walked forward, or dripped on the floor with the bright red viscous liquid or stuck on the sole of the shoe, making a slight crackling sound with every step.

"This place is simply a slaughterhouse, oh no, God, this place can even be called a blood hell!"

The deputy shooter behind Liszt was panting slowly. Even when he walked into this corridor, he had already vomited, but now he feels that his empty stomach is still wriggling and wanting to vomit towards the outside world What.Gritting his teeth hard, he finally suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, but when he subconsciously looked at the pieces of blood-red liquid under his feet, there were countless broken stumps and pieces of meat, and his face couldn't help but tingle. Pieces of paleness.

"There is no need for a priest here, my dear deputy shooter." A smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth, but Liszt's eyes were icy cold, and he turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him with obviously wrong expressions on their faces. Instead, he snorted coldly: "That's right, even if this is a human slaughterhouse, so what?" The M249 light machine gun in his hand was held on his chest, and there was no expression on his face. But there was only a dead silence: "A group of pathetic scientific researchers, even ferocious dogs can't kill them, let alone deathclaws."

Liszt continued to walk backwards with his body on his back, as if he was quite relieved about the dark corridor behind him.Looking at the deputy shooter behind him and the ten soldiers of Company E scattered in two rows on both sides face to face, the smile on the corners of their mouths faded away. Looking at the world in their eyes made them feel that this butcher of heaven is the one who returned to the world. His territory, haughty and lonely, and contempt for life.

And in fact, that was exactly the case. After retiring from the Mexican battlefield, Liszt had already forgotten all kinds of debauched actions on the Mexican battlefield.And now walking in this corridor like a sea of ​​blood, the Paradise Butcher who was on the battlefield in Mexico really came to this underground research institute in 2059.These viscous blood and stumps are only more cruel to Liszt who has experienced real battlefields. He once shot and killed those captives, and piled up the bodies of those captives into the walls of the fortress, and even chopped off their heads. When stacked into pyramids and planted on top of trees to deter the attacking Mexican guerrillas, it is more terrifying than these ketchup-like sets!

"Are you afraid of these? No, no, no, let me tell you, when you are threatened with real death, these are just as cute as ketchup for hors d'oeuvres, and you even eat your breakfast on these stumps .”

The smile on the corner of his mouth became higher and higher. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The strong smell of blood made him feel like he had returned to the Mexican battlefield. Liszt didn't know why he suddenly missed that time very much.The feeling of contempt for life is really great. He only needs to pull out his M1911 semi-automatic pistol, put the muzzle on the heads of the group of prisoners, watch them cry or curse or beg for mercy, and then pull the gun. At the same time, the trigger wiped away the brains and blood splattered on the face, and it was enough to continue to the next prisoner.

"At that time, I felt as if I was a high god." Liszt smiled slowly, but he threw the M249 light machine gun in his hand to the deputy shooter next to him, and he didn't care about the rush of the light machine gun. The young man who caught it, he backhanded out the Winchester M1887 shotgun stuck on the back backpack.Turning his body back to the inside of the corridor, he pointed the muzzle of the black hole at a storage box next to him: "And now, I can also decide your life or death."

When the Winchester M1887 shotgun in Liszt's hand was pointed at the storage box, the eleven soldiers of Company E behind him suddenly realized that they all pointed their M4A1 assault rifles there.At the same time, the two soldiers who reacted first walked over quickly, kicked open the small door of the storage box, and shouted loudly: "Who's there, come out!"

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I am a researcher in this underground research institute!"

A panicked voice came from the storage box, and at the same time, a young man in a white isolation suit climbed out of the storage box embedded in the wall.It was as if he was quite panicked facing the muzzle of a gun, especially when he saw the Winchester M1887 shotgun with a larger caliber in Liszt's hand, and an excited expression appeared on his face with the old-fashioned black-framed mirror. Even trembling, he drew a cross on his chest: "Are you reinforcements? Great, I'm saved, thank God, I'm saved!"

"It shouldn't be God, at least you have to thank us first." Liszt frowned at this researcher who was obviously only in his twenties. Thanks to his keen ears, he also found this guy in the storage box.Slowly putting down the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, he glanced at the name tag on the researcher's chest, nodded slowly: "But it is God's will for you to live, it's really good, Bell, next Can you tell us what's going on here?"

"It's the creature we study... I don't know why it appeared in the underground research institute... And it slaughtered my colleagues like crazy... God, that was hell... My colleagues were almost torn to pieces by it!"

The researcher named Bell trembled all over. As long as that crazy picture appeared in his mind, he couldn't help but feel his legs go weak, and he couldn't stand up at all.But when he wanted to continue to say something, he suddenly reacted, subconsciously covered his chest and took two steps back, with a painful expression on his face, but just shook his head at Liszt and the others: "This belongs to It’s a state secret, I can’t tell if there are more, or it will implicate you.”

"You mean, it?"

Liszt was obviously not interested in the so-called state secrets, and even if he wanted to, he would say more than this researcher.Didn't most of the creatures in the wasteland of later generations have extremely hidden research in the pre-war world?Whether it's deathclaws, mutants, or even mutant wasps and mice, they all have a certain research foundation in the pre-war world in the past ten years.And now Liszt is more interested in the singular "it" in Bell's mouth. He pondered for a moment, looked at Bell in front of him and said, "Aren't they?"

"Yes...that's a real horror monster, the masterpiece of the head of our underground research institute..." Bell panted deeply, but he looked at the crimson blood around him, as well as the stumps and internal organs on the ground, and endured He couldn't help pointing forward to the exit and shouted loudly: "Let's go quickly, that terrifying monster is not comparable to other experimental products, it can even tear dozens of its low-level counterparts by itself!"

"You two, take him away."

Liszt stood up slowly. He already understood what Bell said. Although it was quite simple and vague, he still knew that the so-called more terrifying monster must be the death claw.Looking at the dim light faintly revealed in the depths, he couldn't help frowning even more, pointed to the two E company soldiers behind him and said, "Bring it to General Buner, and then tell him that heavy fire support and A large number of troops support..."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly became gloomy, because he had already seen the depths of the corridor in front of him, a huge figure was pressing against the ceiling of the corridor, occupying almost half of the corridor space.The original grey-brown rock-like figure has been dyed a large amount of blood red, but the two long horns on the top of the head are extending more and more, and the low roar in the voice echoes like thunder in the corridor!

(End of this chapter)