Vault 32

Chapter 5 The Horned Monster
Who knows what is going on outside, and according to the screams that Liszt found on the TV show before, and the influence of various horror movies in his previous life, he is already extremely careful now.He came to this world in a muddleheaded way, and he didn't want to lose his life in this small town that hasn't lived in it for a few years.

He hasn't enjoyed many good things yet, so it's really a pity to die in a daze.Besides, the current Liszt is not sure whether he will return to the previous world if he really dies in this world.If not, then death is really a death in vain.

"Hi, Mr. Lister, are you there?"

There were a few more slight knocks on the door, but the slight knocks sounded like they couldn't even wake up the sleeping people.There was a pause outside for a few seconds, but there was no further knock on the door, just a voice with a heavy voice came from outside the door: "I am John, who is a fitness consultant on the second floor. I used to be a Ranger. We cooperated on the front line in Mexico. "

"John?"

Liszt in the room couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Of course he knew the blond John on the second floor who was quite popular with young women.Moreover, although their friendship is not considered as good friends, but they can also use the reason that they have cooperated on the front line of the Mexican battlefield to speak. Slowly swallowing, Liszt gently moved towards the thick wall of the room. He moved closer, and at the same time replied softly: "Hi John, although I'm glad to see you, I think you'd better explain the situation."

"Oh, God, I praise you from the bottom of my heart, this is simply a bright light in the dark. I knew, Mr. Lister, you are really at home."

John outside the door seemed quite agitated, and he couldn't help raising his voice a little bit, but he obviously realized his confusion, and after he calmed down, he waited for three to five seconds, and after finding nothing unusual, Cai still pressed his voice and said slowly: "It's me outside, my neighbor Jack, and Albin on the first floor, all came to you to discuss our situation."

Listening to the sound from outside, Liszt, who had his whole body stuck behind the door, pondered for a moment, then slowly opened the door.And as the gap opened, three figures walked in cautiously in the darkness, especially with their light hands and feet, for fear that they might make a little noise.

"Jack? Albin? If I remember correctly, you all seem to be from the US Army?"

Although it has been almost a year since he came here, Liszt is still not very familiar with these guys downstairs, and only got to know them occasionally when listening to their self-introductions.But at this time, he looked at the three people in front of him, and finally set his eyes on the blond John, nodded slowly and said, "That's really good."

After rigorous military training, they have been honed on the battlefield, and they are better at dealing with this situation than ordinary civilians.After all, military training can give them a strong body and reflexive actions, and the battlefield also gives them the will to face danger without fear.

At least compared to ordinary civilians, real soldiers can be trusted in critical moments.At least when encountering enemies and dangers, this group of soldiers who have received strict training played an infinitely greater role than ordinary civilians!This is the experience he gained on the frontline in Mexico, and this experience is almost condensed with blood.

"Mr. Lister, do you still have weapons? At least our safety is guaranteed!"

John no longer has the chicness and coquettishness of being a fitness consultant. Instead, his blond hair is now wet from the cold sweat on his forehead, and it all droops and sticks to his forehead.And his big eyes were full of melancholy and anxiety, especially when he looked at Liszt, he said in a soft voice, "Before, I accidentally saw a two-meter-tall horned monster!"

While talking, he looked out of the window at the same time, only the gray mist and the gray sky remained in the thin gap.This made his heart thump and thump a few times, and it took him a while to settle down. He swallowed and continued, "I guess our troops are going to war with them!"

"Wait...you mean...a horned monster over two meters tall?"

The address in his mouth made Liszt bow his head slightly. This kind of address is quite unusual, or it has almost nothing to do with daily life except for describing monsters in movies.But Liszt narrowed his eyes, and the Winchester M1887***** that he held in both hands was a little tighter, and he just chewed: "More than two meters tall... long-horned monster!?"

Raising his head slowly, Liszt's face was already full of solemnity, and his eyes on John were only serious and serious.He is holding the Winchester M1887***** in his hand tightly, and there are even veins appearing on the back of his hand. He just looked at John and asked each word: "Did you really see it?"

"That's right, I saw it too, they seem like demons in hell!"

Jack next to him clenched his fists. He stared at Liszt with wide eyes, and his immature face was now full of solemnity and seriousness.And when he recalled what he accidentally saw in the fog outside the window, he still couldn't help clenching his teeth, and said slowly: "Now look at the communities on both sides of the street, it's so quiet, there are definitely many People saw it."

"Although I didn't see it, I heard what sounded like a sharp object rubbing against each other, just outside my window. It lasted for at least five or six minutes!"

Albin, who lived on the first floor, obviously had the right to speak. It was he who carefully opened the door and walked out from the corridor to gather Jack, who served in the U.S. Army together, and John, who had served in the Rangers. .And he thought of the fear he felt when he was huddled behind the corner for fear of being discovered, and even now he couldn't help clenching his fists and said: "That's really a demon from hell, I even heard them talking to each other at that time The roar of time!"

"Oh, well, that's very nice, gentlemen."

Liszt touched his nose, but Liszt smiled softly, holding the Winchester M1887***** in his arms, kneeling on one knee and looking at the three people in front of him, feeling a little helpless Shaking his head and laughing, "Then, what I'm wondering now is, isn't it some live-streamed funny show?"

Looking at the three of them, Liszt's smile became more and more helpless, but his eyes were still serious and vigilant.Especially the Winchester M1887****** in his arms, as long as he wants to, he can blast the 0-gauge standard smokeless shotgun in front of him within 5 seconds!
But Liszt leaned forward and leaned forward. He stared at the eyes of the three people in front of him one by one, smiled and shook his head and said: "You all know that I am just a retired military officer. If the reality show comes Here I am, I don't think I have many funny cells to help everyone."

"You are the famous Butcher of Paradise. In two encounters, three encirclement battles, and two battles to defend the stronghold, at least more than 300 prisoners of the Mexican guerrillas were killed by you to restore the decadent morale."

John lowered his head slowly, his blond hair and blue eyes looked a little decadent now, in fact, the two friends around him were almost in this state.But when they looked at Liszt, there was a little awe and encouragement in their eyes, John looked into his eyes and said slowly: "You have always been a hero among the Marine Corps and the U.S. Army, we don't Will consider how the damn court-martial and parliament blocked these things."

"Well, this is just a small episode that happened before, and of course I'm not proud of it."

Touching the tip of his nose, the smile on the corner of Liszt's mouth slowly turned up, but it was not happy and proud, nor was there much annoyance or regret.There is no right or wrong on the battlefield, when he walked out of the military academy and came to the front line of the battlefield, he was first a killing machine and lived, and then he was a human being.

The Mexican guerrillas of the three regiments had besieged him and his company on the hills, in a small village originally controlled by the Mexican guerrillas.If he hadn't shot all the guerrilla prisoners in front of all his subordinates, forming an irreversible situation, I am afraid that the half company he led at that time would not be able to support the arrival of a large number of reinforcements three days later.

Gently turning his head to glance at the already gray sky outside the window, the smile on the corner of Liszt's mouth is still slightly pursed, he seems to be an excellent employee of a car repair shop now.But when his subordinates saw him like this, they all knew that Liszt used that face to kill those Mexican guerrilla prisoners one by one with that M1911 semi-automatic pistol!

"You don't have any weapons? Don't worry about it. I remembered that I still have three weapons under my bedroom."

Exhaling lightly, Liszt looked at their decadent appearances, with a faint smile on his face that seemed extremely calm.And he stood up gently and walked towards the bedroom, and gestured to the three of them, and said slowly: "You wait for me here, I don't want you to see all the things I treasure."

He didn't wait for John and the three to answer, and walked towards the bedroom lightly and quickly, leaving only John and the three squatting carefully in the bedroom.But he closed the door with his hands, but he didn't rummage through the box to find the so-called weapons. As a time traveler, and with the "Call of Duty" system, he didn't need to buy any treasures at all.

Because the points he had accumulated on the battlefield, even now, he could exchange them for weapons used by three people in front of him.And what Liszt wants to exchange is not just weapons, he knows that some extra equipment is necessary in this complex urban environment.

(End of this chapter)