Vault 32

Chapter 60 Under Interrogation

In the cabin of this M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, it seems that the automatic fire extinguishing function has been activated. A large amount of smoke has almost become real, and a light smoke can be rolled up with a wave of hand.Liszt touched his nose helplessly, and opened all the machine gun shooting holes next to him. With the influx of fresh air, he immediately felt much better.Two smoke dragons spewed out of his nostrils, and he said with some helpless apology: "I'm really sorry, although this is quite unsightly, but I still have to admit that I don't usually smoke."

Holding the cigarette in his hand, Liszt didn't care that the cabin was still silent.Reaching out to put the cigarette butt to his lips, he couldn't help closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. After a while, the mellow breath filled his lungs, which brought him a different kind of satisfaction. It was very comfortable to spit out slowly: "Canadian cigarettes are very light, especially the mint fragrance in them, mixed with the taste of nicotine, which makes people feel really good." Liszt looked at the cigarettes sitting in front of him. The man in the middle nodded appreciatively and said, "Oh, Cheney, did you bring it? To be honest, I still want to thank you for your generosity. You must know that this brand of cigarettes is not sold in the United States. Not common."

But the man sitting in the middle with his head bowed was still smoking a cigarette silently with his head down, and he didn't even look up even once when Liszt got into the car.There were some bruises on his cheeks, as if he had been pinched by something, and the faint blood stains on his face hadn't dried, obviously something happened.However, the expression on his face remained flat, and he was also silent, just quietly smoking the half-burned cigarette.

"Hey, Cheney, come on, we should talk."

Liszt looked at Cheney who was sitting in the middle, and couldn't help shaking his head.But for Cheney, who still kept his head down and smoked a cigarette, with an attitude that silence is golden, there was nothing he could do about it.He took two deep puffs of the cigarette, making the smoke that had faded in the cabin thicker, and his voice was very Chen Ken as the smoke permeated: "Just like you The cigarette is a good entry point." Liszt stretched out two fingers to hold the cigarette, stared at it and turned it slowly: "Perhaps it was given to you by your father before you left, or Maybe your mother bought it when you were visiting your grandmother in Canada?"

It seemed that Lister's words had an effect. Cheney's hand, which was still smoking, slowly stopped.However, his action was to throw away the only remaining cigarette butt, and at the same time, he stepped on it to extinguish the embers, turned his head with extremely calm eyes, glanced at Liszt and the cigarette in his hand, and looked at the guy on the right next to him. Calmly asked: "Charlemagne, can you give me another cigarette?"

The clothes they wore were almost identical. They were all standard Alaskan snow combat uniforms, standard equipment uniformly equipped by the U.S. federal government.But this Cheney doesn't have any weapons and equipment except this clothes. If you look closely, you can see that his hands and feet seem to be cuffed, and even his waist has a belt locked to the car seat. .He was firmly locked in this infantry fighting vehicle, and the two strong scouts also watched him closely, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Cigarettes? Oh, of course, this was originally your cigarette, but I don't know why it came into my hands."

Shrugging slightly, even though Cheney did not answer Lister's words, he was still very happy.With a sunny smile on his face, Liszt took the initiative to approach him and at the same time took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to him to hold in his mouth: "Look, this way we have a topic to talk about. Look at my You can tell if we are sincere and we can continue to communicate." Liszt reached out and took out the lighter, and a small flame appeared in the cabin, but he did not light the cigarette in Cheney's mouth in front of him. He just used one hand to light it. Holding the lighter flickering with tiny flames, he slowly asked: "Where is the destination of the radio signal transmission?"

Cheney's eyes were peaceful, even though the flickering flame was less than five centimeters away from his eyes, there was still no fear in his eyes.Just shaking the mint-flavored cigarette with his mouth, he slowly turned his head to look at the scout on the right who he spoke to just now, and asked calmly, "Charlemagne, can you light it for me?"

"Cheney, come on, we're all going to be very sad."

As if being humiliated by being ignored, Liszt shook his head sadly, but pulled out the cigarette from Cheney's mouth without hesitation.He also quickly retreated to the cabin door where he was sitting before, sighed helplessly, and at the same time put the cigarette by his lips without disdain, and lightly lit it with a lighter.He took a deep breath of the mellow and mint-flavored smoke, and then slowly exhaled it. Looking at Cheney in front of him, he said helplessly, "This is a famous brand cigarette in Canada. Can't buy it."

But Cheney still looked at him calmly, without any superfluous expression on his face, as if he was quietly watching something that had nothing to do with him.But his actions seemed to arouse the anger in the heart of the scout who he called Charlemagne next to him.

Charlemagne's burly body stood up suddenly, his arms were so fast that he couldn't even see clearly, he slapped Cheney's fair face directly and fiercely.Following the crisp sound, Charlemagne grabbed his hair with his hands, twisted his whole body and pulled him up, and yelled loudly at his face, "Damn Soviet spy, you Think you are still the same as before, we will regard you as our friend?"

"Hey, Charlemagne, don't be like this, let's communicate with words!"

Liszt turned his head slightly and looked away, as if he couldn't bear the violence, but he didn't stop Charlemagne's rough movements.In fact, no one would take what he said seriously. Even Cheney, who was beaten, still had a calm look on his face, as if he was not the one who was beaten.Seeing this, Lister shook his head helplessly, came back to Cheney with the cigarette in his mouth, looked at him helplessly and said: "A firm communist? As if I am a lackey of capitalism."

His words seemed to have a playful meaning, and the corner of Cheney's mouth in front of him finally showed a smile.But the upturned corners of the mouth and the smile revealed a disdainful sarcasm, and the eyes that looked at Liszt were full of ridicule.At this time, he finally opened his mouth, looked at Liszt and said slowly: "Even if you can destroy my body, you can't destroy my soul." He smiled slowly: "It is you who give me strength. fearful."

"Of course, well, you and I have different beliefs. Although your words are very philosophical, I actually understand them."

The corners of Liszt's lips slowly turned up into a smile. He looked at Cheney in front of him. Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.Slowly blowing out two lines of smoke from his nostrils, Liszt didn't care about Cheney's ridicule and disdain in front of him. Instead, he nodded appreciatively: "Look, at least we have something to talk about now, and we are not as silent as before. And embarrassment." Lister looked at Cheney in front of him, and his pilgrim-like expression made him couldn't help but nod in admiration: "What a good communist, this is worthy of admiration." He said, but his hands were light He gently lifted it up by Cheney's collar, as if Charlemagne had strangled him by the throat just now. He opened his eyes wide and studied, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "But that and me, what is the relationship?"

Those hands were like iron tongs, and the strength at the jaws made Cheer cough a few times, but Liszt's face did not have the slightest amiability before. He looked at this young man who finally showed a sad look, and the threat in his words But it is obvious: "Do you think your radio signal is really that reliable? This is an area less than fifteen kilometers away from Anchorage. Do you think the Soviet army really dares to rush over to find your hidden secrets?"

Liszt's right hand tightly grabbed Chell's throat, but his left hand took out a silver object the size of a thumb in his trouser pocket.Looking at Cheney's eyes suddenly showing horror and disbelief, Liszt's right hand was still clutching his throat tightly, and the voice seemed to be forced out of his throat: "My time is really, really precious, And I want to know, where is the destination of the radio signal transmission?"

(End of this chapter)