Vault 32

Chapter 41 End
Defensive grenades have a larger charge and are much more powerful than ordinary grenades and grenades.Each E Company soldier has been equipped with more than three U.S. federal standard M68 grenades, and some even have six directly on their bodies.When these soldiers began to ignore their lives, risking their lives to jump on the Deathclaw and detonate the grenades they carried, the explosions of the grenades completely enveloped the corridor.

The hot fireball was expanding, and the high temperature even ignited the surrounding air.Small pieces of fragments moved rapidly in the flames, and at the same time mixed with hard objects such as cement fragments, forming more deadly killing objects.But what is more deadly is still the shock wave and high temperature. The center of the explosion instantly produced a high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees, which directly engulfed the body of the Death Claw. At the same time, the shock wave and expansion force easily tore its body At the same time, the tough skin tore the thick claws to pieces.

The gunpowder smoke permeated and dispersed, and the flames had already baked the corridor into darkness.But the indistinct roar continued, and it became more and more violent.The huge body slowly got up, and countless pieces of meat fell to the ground with its movements, as well as the viscera and broken bones in the abdomen.It slowly walked out of the gunpowder smoke, and the head with a small section of cheeks cut off became more and more ferocious.But it raised a few broken claws, but still moved towards the front corridor, the tyranny and madness in its eyes were already evident in those bloodshot eyes.

This far surpassed the existence of the ordinary death claw test body, and it has undoubtedly suffered heavy injuries. It can be seen from the huge wounds on the whole body, the exposed internal organs, and the legs and feet that even expose the bones.But its tenacious vitality still makes it quite deadly. This kind of creature, which was originally researched as a biological weapon, is undoubtedly qualified.In this narrow space, it easily slaughtered a platoon-level light infantry unit, and if it was in the wild with a more complicated environment, perhaps it would not have suffered such serious injuries.

The M4A1 assault rifle continued to fire, but apart from getting into the death claw's body, it had no other effect.This kind of small-caliber gunpowder weapon can no longer do any real damage to this death claw. Even those brave soldiers know all about it.Their resistance was just an unyielding and futile act, perhaps just to give an explanation to their comrades who died in the battle.

"Sure enough, Deathclaw?"

Liszt's figure slowly appeared in the corridor, and the blood and internal organs all over his body had turned into blood stains because of the heat wave and flames just now.He looked quite dirty, patches of dry blood stuck to his face, and even fell down with the movement of his cheeks, revealing the fair skin inside.But under Liszt's scorched eyebrows, there was a piercing look in his eyes, and the deathclaw in front of him was seriously injured, and this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

His footsteps were very light, walking quietly in this corridor like a nimble cheetah.The blood under the feet became quite viscous due to the evaporation of heat, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of internal organs and the smell of gunpowder burnt smoke enveloped the entire corridor.Liszt stepped forward in it, and the arrow-shaped shotgun had already appeared in the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand. Looking at the deathclaw that was still moving forward more than ten meters ahead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But, then?"

His foot stepped over a soldier's stump, which seemed to be a thigh connected to the crotch, but disappeared from the lower leg.Of course, the owner of this thigh may have already died. I don't know if he was trampled to death, or detonated a grenade and died in hatred.At least Liszt didn't care too much now, because the number of people who died in this corridor, not counting the researchers who could not be identified before, was more than 30 soldiers from Company E alone.

This is the number of men in three standard infantry squads, and perhaps three standard infantry squads killed in large-scale wars is quite common, and small-scale military conflicts can also be tolerated.But in an underground research institute in peacetime, more than 30 people died directly, which is a very serious consequence.And with the addition of the dead soldiers that Liszt and Old Buner found in the temporary command post, they could even confirm that at least one platoon was killed.This is unimaginable, and it is in the United States, which makes the old Buner the most angry and sad, and it is also the reason why he is unwilling to escape.

"However, it's a bit extreme, isn't it? How can the commander of an army let his anger go to his head?"

Liszt walked forward, the black barrel of the gun was still aimed at the back of the deathclaw's head.His footsteps were light and fast, and he couldn't hear them at all in this complicated environment, which also gave him a certain concealment ability.And when he approached the deathclaw, the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly turned up, his heart was a little "thumping", and he felt a little excited to kill such a huge deathclaw with his own hands.

But this excitement was not easy now. He looked at the back full of bone spurs in front of him, and the two-meter-long thick tail of Death Claw swayed and hit the ground.But he still moved forward, stepped over the area where the tail was, and stood almost less than one meter behind the deathclaw.He could even see through the penetrating bullet holes on his body, the old Bunar and the remaining soldiers of Company E on the opposite side who gradually stopped shooting and looked at him dumbfounded.

"Bam—"

Dazzling flames reappeared in this dim corridor, and a thick arrow-shaped shotgun had already moved in the direction pointed by the barrel, together with other small arrow-shaped shotguns, with the powerful power brought by the expansion of gunpowder, they were heading towards the muzzle of the gun. rushed everywhere.The professional armor-piercing arrow-shaped shotgun has a short range, but the arrow-shaped warhead has its own tail to balance the trajectory.What's more, the target is not far away, just less than one meter above. The wide and flat back of Deathclaw's head is quite a conspicuous target.

"This is returned to you for the soldiers who followed me!"

The fiery muzzle flame expanded, and the arrow-shaped shotgun instantly tore through the space barrier, easily bursting a cloud of blood on the back of the deathclaw's head.But Liszt didn't care too much. The Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was reloaded and loaded neatly, because an arrow-shaped shotgun had already entered the standby mode.And he didn't look at the shocked faces of Old Bunar and other soldiers, and continued to pull the trigger fiercely as if screaming: "This is for the soldiers who followed Old Bunar, and I gave it back to you!"

"Boom bang bang bang bang bang—"

As if he could no longer stop firing, the Winchester M1887 shotgun in Liszt's hand shot at the flat back of the head in front of him with rapid fire.A stream of green data appeared in the corner of his eyes, like overflowing tears, but he didn't have the slightest bit of grief in his heart, he was peaceful.Because time seems to be slowing down, but the action of quickly loading and pulling the trigger in his hand to shoot is still fast, because he can do all this, time really slows down.

He could see the deathclaw in front of him slowly trying to turn his head around, and he could also see the trajectory of the arrow-shaped shotgun in front of him slowly tearing through the air and shooting towards the flat back of the head.He could even see the several arrow-shaped shotshells piercing into the skull, splattering a little bit of bone fragments, white brain matter, and bright red blood.But he continued to fire the gun without stopping, and arrow-shaped shotguns were still loaded into the lever-type shotgun.

"This is given to you on behalf of the researchers in this laboratory!"

The data flow in his eyes slowly disappeared, and a series of deafening gunshots burst out from the muzzle flames.Those arrow-shaped shotguns were already on the back of the deathclaw's head, almost lifting a piece of bone.Among the blood and white brain, the Deathclaw, who hadn't reacted yet, finally discovered the fact that it was being attacked.But Liszt gritted his teeth and didn't retreat in the slightest. The Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was still spraying the deadly arrow-shaped shotgun!He squinted and roared, "Being ruthless? Who can't kill who!?"

The Winchester M1887 shotgun stopped roaring, and a wave of weakness appeared in Liszt's body, which made him fall to the ground.But a gust of wind roared above his head, and with a bang, it slammed hard on the wall next to him, stirring up a cloud of dust and cement fragments.And the deathclaw in front of him also retracted its thick tail, and there was some kind of crazy roar from the sharp teeth broken by the explosion of the grenade, but it also had a kind of flashing look.

"puff--"

That thick sharp claw slammed fiercely on the ground next to Liszt, but the footsteps of the deathclaw that was turning around were weak, and the huge body more than four meters tall unexpectedly knelt down slowly, and then turned towards Liszt. Pressed down very hard.But Liszt gritted his teeth, supported his body with his hands, and rolled towards the side with the remaining strength, almost touching his body, and the motionless body of Death Claw was heavily pressed against the corridor among.

The rough breathing sound was still spouting from the nostrils of this deathclaw, and the bloodshot eyes were filled with blood.Especially the eyes that were still intact were even more red, almost tearing the eyeballs from their sockets.And that gaze was looking at Liszt, and even the body trembled slightly as if he was struggling. A weak roar appeared in that throat, but then there was no more sound, as if he had become a real death claw. .

"finished?"

Liszt narrowed his eyes slowly, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face as he looked at the soldiers with the surprise of the rest of their lives.He sighed softly, the stumped limbs all over the ground and the strong smell of blood made him unable to bear the desire to exchange a pack of cigarettes for a smoke at this time.But he looked at the old Bunar who was walking over, but suppressed his own thoughts.At least some things cannot be shown in front of outsiders.But before he said anything, a burst of applause echoed in the corridor.

"Papapa, papapa, papapa—"

(End of this chapter)