Vault 32

Chapter 42

"Papapa, papapa, papapa—"

The palms slapped each other and made regular noises. In the suddenly silent corridor, it was quite ear-piercing, and even felt a deep sense of ridicule.Liszt squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, looking in the direction of the sound, only to find that the applause came from the radio speakers installed in a hidden place in the corridor.However, his eyes glanced at the corner above the wall, where there was an oval-shaped object moving slowly, which was a camera.

The six soldiers who were still standing here also gathered around, holding their M4A1 assault rifles tightly again.After the battle just now, their remaining courage has disappeared with the afterthought.Now both of their legs felt weak, especially looking at the huge deathclaw that had fallen to the ground motionless, their hearts couldn't help beating a few times, for fear that this terrifying guy would stand up again.

The appearance of this deathclaw slaughtering them frantically was still playing before their eyes a few minutes ago.The splash of blood every time they swung their sharp claws, as well as the sound of bones bursting from the bottom of their feet, made them subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands.But their eyes looked at both sides of the corridor in panic, and even the slightest movement made them quite nervous.If they don't have a psychiatrist to counsel them after the battle, it is estimated that even if they don't have post-war syndrome, they may have mental illnesses such as neurasthenia.

"The guy is dead, I'm pretty sure."

As if he had exhausted his physical strength, Liszt slowly lowered his head, and let out a deep breath of the stale air that was suffocating in his chest.The prompt given by the system was correct, and the 10000 points credit also made him feel that it should be taken for granted.Nearly 30 people were sacrificed to kill this deathclaw. If there is no points ten times higher than the normal deathclaw, it is obviously impossible.And he turned his head to look at the soldiers around him, and when he was still carefully pointing his gun at the corpse of the death claw, he couldn't help shaking his head and said: "Don't be nervous, this is not a magical movie, this monster even bleeds out its brains Now, if you don’t die, then it really doesn’t make sense.”

While talking, Liszt raised his head slowly, and at the same time supported his body with his hands and stood up slowly.A sense of weakness was still in his body, which made him grit his teeth secretly. This may be the sequelae of excessive adrenaline secretion, but Liszt also felt that it might be related to his ability to slow down time.However, he didn't pay too much attention to this matter now, he just raised his head and looked at the camera that was blacked out by the flames, spat fiercely towards the side, and said to the old Bunar with a cold face: "I have some Hate that clapping guy."

"Well, I hate it too."

Old Bunar's face was extremely gloomy, and there was even a haze of resentment in his eyelids.He held the M4A1 assault rifle on his chest and clenched his hands tightly, as if he was about to make the hardest fist.But he was still holding back, looking up at the camera, his hoarse and tired voice reappeared in the corridor: "The 16th Mechanized Infantry Brigade is here to perform a rescue mission. If you are a survivor, please contact us immediately."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound from the speaker, as if he was waiting for something. After more than ten seconds, the voice from the speaker continued to appear: "Rescue mission? Oh oh oh, of course , In a sense, this is indeed a rescue mission." His voice paused slowly, and some vague voices appeared in the loudspeaker that seemed to be talking to himself, but then the voice clearly Continue to appear on the loudspeaker: "Then I will wait for your arrival in the director's office. Of course, I will apply to the Federal Command for recognition of your heroic performance."

"A commendation?"

After spitting, he spit on the ground casually, disappearing in a dark red.Old Bunar seemed to be stamping out the cigarette butts he threw away casually.I stepped on it with my foot, but it seemed that I stepped on a broken finger, as thick as a hard cigar.It may belong to a researcher, or it may belong to a soldier of Company E. The old Buner didn't think too much, but there was a gloomy smile on his gloomy face, but there was no smile at all: "Oh, thank you so much .”

Now standing in the middle of the corridor, there are only six lucky soldiers from Company E, as well as Buner and Lister.Of course, it should also be said that the luck of the eight of them should be very good, because looking at the pieces of blood and stumps and internal organs scattered in the corridor less than 200 meters away, you don’t know how many people died to become This hellish look.Just looking at the original light infantry platoon of 50 people, now there are only eight of them left, and one can understand how this hellish appearance came about.

A soldier took the initiative to support Liszt by the side, and the others had already aimed their M4A1 assault rifles at the depths of the corridor in front of them.But everyone didn't make the next move, they just turned their heads to look at the old Buner, with some expectation and longing in their eyes.Because they all have a kind of fear, if there is another terrifying monster like this in the depths of the corridor, then perhaps it is the best choice for them to shoot themselves in the chin.

"We are soldiers, the United States Army."

Old Bunar walked forward first. He was crawling and rolling on the ground before, and his shirt had already been stained with blood.There were even a lot of pieces of internal organs hanging on his body. He didn't look like a majestic general, but a butcher who came out of the slaughterhouse temporarily.Old Bunar's gray hair has also been stained with a large area of ​​dark red, and thick blood even slowly left along the back of his head along his hair.But his voice was still calm and suppressed: "Continue with the mission."

Everyone followed, and Liszt also refused the support of the soldiers next to him, took a breath slowly, and walked forward using the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand as a crutch.In fact, he didn't need this walking stick. As he panted, a trace of his strength gradually recovered, and he could feel that his recovery ability was much faster than that of ordinary people.At least in just a few minutes, he, who was almost exhausted and paralyzed, already had the strength to walk.

But looking at the old Bunar in front of him, Liszt felt a certain uneasiness in his heart.At this time, it was not a reminder of his own safety, but a feeling for Old Bunar.But if you think about it carefully, you can know that the commander will be furious if anyone's troops suffer heavy losses, let alone the old Buner who was ordered to wipe out the monsters in this underground research institute in a daze.
"Now it looks like it's getting more and more confusing..."

Slowly putting the Winchester M1887 shotgun on his shoulders, Lisztla pulled the somewhat loose backpack.There are still a lot of supplies inside the heavy one, and most of them are the ammunition for his shotgun.Squinting his eyes slightly, Liszt looked at the depths of the corridor in front of him. In the dim light, this corridor has gradually returned to normal, but there are still a lot of blood and internal organs on the ground, and following his gaze, an open door Steel gates are appearing in front of them.

Fortunately, no trace of deathclaw was found. Whether it was the large deathclaw with a height of more than four meters just now, or the small deathclaw with a height of more than two meters that I encountered before, they all seemed to have disappeared without a trace. no trace.But just as Liszt calmed down, a soldier who walked over to check first gasped, gestured carefully towards them, and reminded them, "There is a situation!"

Old Bunar and the other five soldiers immediately dispersed, raising their M4A1 assault rifles and aiming at the front and rear of the corridor respectively.And Liszt was also standing in a corner, with the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand resting on his shoulder, looking cautiously into the depths of the corridor.But looking at the opened gate, he couldn't help frowning, because the surface of the half-opened gate was covered with bright red blood, as if someone had deliberately splashed it on it.

"It should have been contaminated by that monster. This steel gate should have guarded the inside for a long time."

As if aware of Liszt's doubts, the old Buner also saw the blood on the steel gate, frowned slightly and looked at the surrounding situation, but he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Someone once closed the entrances and exits of the underground research It was isolated from the outside of the institute, but unexpectedly, the steel gate was opened again, and the monster broke in, killing most of the survivors who fled outside."

Old Bunar was walking forward. There were corpses everywhere in the steel gate, but the damage was not too serious. It looked like corpses torn apart by sharp claws, rather than all the corpses that were trampled on outside. Like meat paste.Old Buner came to a still intact corpse and squatted down, lifted the gas mask on his head, looked at the name tag on his chest at the same time, turned his head and snorted coldly at Liszt: "It's the security personnel of this underground research institute." , not the regular army."

"Oh, of course, they are all retired young lads."

Just when Old Bunar was about to continue to say something, a figure was walking out of the dim corridor.He looked a little short and fat, and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowned and said in disgust: "Sorry, it's really boring in my safe house, I really can't wait to chat with you " He walked over, looked at the corpses around him but frowned, as if he was looking for something, and cursed loudly: "That bitch bitch who stole from me, I really want to kill her Cut off that beautiful face in its entirety!"

(End of this chapter)