Vault 32

Chapter 61 Interrogation

Cheney's eyes were full of fear and anxiety. The previous calm was already in Liszt's hands, and the moment the silver tubular object was taken out, it disappeared without a trace.He just stared at the silver tube with wide eyes, and made a "hehe" sound with his mouth wide, but he couldn't say anything, only disbelief.

He still clearly remembered that he put this thing under an inconspicuous stone, and his actions were equally inconspicuous in the dark night. When he hid this thing, he even used his sleepy eyes to hide it. , glanced at the surrounding situation, and found no one at all.Cheney finally focused his eyes on Liszt, panting deeply, the hand that was holding his throat made him a little breathless, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "It's you!"

"Of course, it's me, yes, you're right."

Liszt shrugged slowly, looking at the distorted face in front of him due to anger, his gaze was straight on Cheney, this Canadian boy, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded slowly He praised: "You have only received less than half a year of spy training, and you can do this. I have to say that you are really a great guy."

What responded to him was the hatred and anger on Cheney's face. He looked at Liszt in front of him, and bloodshot eyes even appeared in his eyes.Cheney looked at the playful smile on Liszt's face. He gritted his teeth but groaned and shook his body vigorously. He wanted to stand up as if to vent the anger in his heart.

The chain-style handcuffs and shackles rattled as he shook violently, but the belt around his waist kept him firmly nailed to the seat of the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle.And Liszt's hand, which seemed to be like a steel hoop, was also tightly stuck on his neck. No matter how angry Cheney groaned and shook his body violently, there was nothing he could do in Liszt's hands. The action is half the case.

"Are you angry? No, no, no, this does not meet the criteria of a spy. Didn't your father teach you that you need to remain calm as a spy at all times?"

Slowly exerting force with his right hand, Liszt's tiger's jaws strangled Cheney's neck more and more, and the mockery and disdain at the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.His eyes were fixed on Cheney's eyes, and he could see the anger and excitement in those eyes, but his hands still pressed him on the seat of the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, and the corner of his mouth The ridicule is still high: "Didn't your father tell you? Cheney, did you only learn how to clean your mother's armpit hair in half a year of study?"

"You!" Liszt's voice fell, and Cheney seemed to be stimulated, his face suddenly turned red.And his body was also struggling crazily, howling in his throat as if he wanted to break free from the chains and belts, even the backlog of his neck caused bloodshot eyes to appear in his eyes, and he was manic struggle.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this should be an infringement of your privacy, but you can pretend that I don't know, that's right."

The silver tubular object in Liszt's left hand was placed in front of Cheney's eyes, looking at his bloodshot eyes, and his expression of terror and anger, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned into a kind look , looked at him and nodded slightly: "Of course, your stepmother is also very beautiful, 15 years younger than your father, isn't she? That is really a beautiful lady, only three years older than you, young and beautiful."

Slowly speaking, Liszt had a kind smile on his face, as if the two were friends of similar ages, and they were going to make an appointment to play rugby another day.But the cold sweat on Cheney's face has already appeared, and his angry eyes have been filled with fear, even looking at Liszt's smiling face, he can only tremble and say: "You...do you know? some... what..."

"We know a lot, really a lot."

Liszt stepped back gently, and the hand that was holding Cheney's neck tightly loosened slowly, and with the withdrawal of his strength, Cheney seemed to be limp on the previous seat , breathing heavily, but the cold sweat on his forehead kept coming out, which showed the fear and panic in his heart.With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Liszt looked at Cheney in front of him, leaned his head, and whispered in his ear: "Who would forget that day two months ago? On that beautiful afternoon, the warm sunshine covered the sofa The figures of those two people above, the sweetness reflected on the wall?"

"You...you...how do you know...no...no no no...this is absolutely impossible...you...you..."

Cheney's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils were shrunk to the smallest, and his body was trembling slowly, as if he heard the whisper of a demon, he just sat slumped on this unreal seat, staring wide open. His eyes looked blankly in front of him.Shaking her hands vigorously, she barely supported her body, and trembling her lips in disbelief, she said, "It's impossible for you to know... No one else would know... You... How could you... How could you know..."

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was almost emotionally broken, the corners of Liszt's mouth curled down instead.He reached out and patted Cheney in front of him to calm down his shoulders and mood. There was encouragement in his eyes, and there was no trace of sarcasm or disdain in his tone, only a tone of appreciation: "Love makes people go to their heads. But you are good-looking, aren’t you? You are the true love, and it is the communication between the hearts that brings you love.” Liszt smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and lowered his voice slightly: “It’s not the coercion of being together for the mission. Love is not about a father passing on his son's information and all intelligence to hostile forces because of jealousy and anger."

"Father? My father? How can..."

There was panic in Cheney's eyes, but his subconscious rebuttal was quite weak.He suddenly remembered the look in his father's eyes when he was about to leave. Looking at Liszt in front of him, he couldn't help but close his eyes. Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his voice was also crying: "No, I don't want to at all!"

Putting his hand on Cheney's shoulder, Liszt's voice was still calm, and now he has the initiative, and he is now able to do a job with ease.But he didn't talk too much, looking at this poor guy who had only received half a year of spy training, he put the silver tube in his hand in front of his eyes, and asked calmly, "So, where is the target of the radio signal? Do you also understand why you are helping to deliver this?"

"Why would my father betray me? Why would he betray the faith he taught me as a child?"

Cheney raised his head, he was only 23 years old, he was already a young guy, but now his face was full of pain, and there were tears in his eyes.He suffered a great blow, and his spirit could not even allow him to integrate effectively. Looking at Liszt's calm eyes, he couldn't help but tremblingly said: "He is my father!" But he said As he spoke, his head slowly lowered, choking softly: "Yes, my father, I'm sorry for him..."

"That's right, it's your father, but you didn't feel sorry for him." Liszt looked at Cheney's collapsed appearance, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more flat, and he gently patted the young man who was about his age, Slowly opened the mouth and said: "Do you think that a young, energetic, and several beautiful girls will marry a single man with nothing three years ago?" Liszt looked at Cheney quietly, and his words were still plain: "Do you think a professional spy will tell you your true identity half a year ago, and take half a year to guide you in espionage?"

Liszt opened his mouth slowly. He looked at the wide-eyed Cheney in front of him, and said softly, "Don't be stupid, whose biological father would do this? Don't you realize that you are not like him at all?" There was a little sarcasm in his smiling face, but this expression made Cheney's breathing more rapid: "You should know, right? Your love is your own choice, not an external force that chooses for you."

"I'm...I...then...no...why is this...why is this..."

Cheney's words were full of confusion and crying, and the sudden change of world view made him feel that the world had been turned upside down.And when he thought about everything in the past, he suddenly found that it was really different, and as he grew older, the strange things he occasionally felt became more reasonable now.In the end, his mind settled on a beautiful figure, a lovely face, that was his mother, his stepmother, a woman who was 15 years younger than his father and three years older than him.

"You have been abandoned, yes, you are already a worthless guy, your only mission now is to be killed by me, because you are already dead in the eyes of some people."

The smile on the corner of his mouth turned up, and Liszt looked into Cheney's eyes. His voice was still flat, but with an inexplicable force: "How fascinating is love? But your father has a bad waist, you know, There has been no baby born in three years of marriage, the information you got is to guarantee your life?" Liszt smiled slowly, and he continued: "Don't be stupid, it's your father's kidney failure, are you in time? I often see him rubbing his waist? Do you really think he is for your own good?" Liszt's voice fell, but his face was extremely serious: "You have been abandoned, why can't you join us? We can give you everything, they gave up You and we will not, we are willing to accept you!"

Looking at Cheney's trembling lips, he wanted to say something but hesitated.Especially the longing and longing in his eyes, Liszt's words were like a hammer hammering into the young man's heart: "Aren't those lolicons in World War II a group of kidney-deficient people? That group of human beings have lost their relationships. Aren’t the processing center, and those perverted guys with weak kidneys in the World War II Bar Breeding Base who only know how to talk about lolita, alive and well?" Liszt slowly backed away, reached into his pocket and took out the box I threw the Canadian cigarette to him, and looking at his completely nodding and decadent look, I lit a cigarette myself, looked at Alaska outside the shooting hole, and whispered softly as if to myself: "Time is really precious..."

PS: Hahaha, let you ruin my reputation in the group, my revenge is coming! PPS: Only for those homosexuals in World War II!squint smile bracket smile

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