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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第十章

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10

SNAKE STEPPED INTO the knee-high snow and moved to the side of the open door, hugging the wall to stay out of sight.

  The Codec beeped. Snake glanced at it and was surprised to see that it was a nonburst transmission. That meant it wasn’t from Campbell or the others.

  “Who is this?” he answered.

  “A friend.” It was a male voice, deep and controlled.

  “Can you be more specific?”

  “Snake, you must be careful in the canyon. There are Claymore mines planted at various locations. You have a mine detector?”

  “Yes. Who is this?”

  “Use the mine detector to pinpoint the Claymores. Stay out of their sensor range.”

  “I know how to use it. Tell me who you are, damn it!”

  “Consider me a fan. You can call me …Deepthroat.”

  The transmission clicked off. Snake attempted to bring up the frequency code of the last incoming call, but the digital readout simply read 0.

  What the hell?

  Nevertheless, if the fellow was being straight with him, Snake’s life might have been saved. He opened a side pocket of the utility belt and removed the ArmsTech Pathtracker 3000, a handy tool that located unexploded mines and bombs by picking up radio waves from buried devices. Once the detector scrambled a mine’s signal, the user could disarm or detonate the explosive from a safe distance. Snake held the machine, which was the size of a deck of cards, and flicked it on. He extended the antenna and pointed it at the ground in front of him.

  The outlines of three Claymore mines materialized on the screen. One was very close, about ten feet away from the hangar entrance. Two more were ten feet beyond that, nearly side by side. He would have to get farther onto the field to detect any more.
He turned the frequency knob and pointed the antenna at the spot where the first mine was buried. A green indicator light was supposed to brighten when the explosive was disarmed, but nothing happened. Snake wasn’t sure if the two feet of snow had had an impact on the unit’s functionality; perhaps it had. The best thing to do would be to avoid the area altogether.

  Snake moved to the left side of the canyon and trudged to the north along the rock cliff. The wind wasn’t as strong and visibility was better next to the wall. Could he cross the entire field by staying on that course?

  The answer came when the Pathtracker picked up a series of Claymores blocking his way. Once again he attempted to disarm them, but it was no go. He would have to move back toward the center of the field to go around them, out where he would be a sitting duck.

  Snake put on his sun goggles to keep the wind out of his eyes, donned a pair of thermal gloves, and set out.

  It took nearly twenty minutes to make the journey to the center of the canyon. Most of the Claymores had been concentrated in the first fifty yards, and now it seemed that the rest of the way was clear. Snake felt like Doctor Zhivago as he fought the harsh, frigid wind and plodded forward. He could have used a wool scarf and a down jacket, but Dr. Hunter’s nanomachines were doing a good job of keeping him warm. The worst part was the tedious traipsing through the deep snow. It was harder work than climbing a steep hill.

  “This is Raven’s territory! Snake do not belong in Alaska! You will not pass!”

  The deep voice resonated through the air, carried by the wind. It came from a loudspeaker somewhere up ahead. Snake squinted through the goggles and made out a dark, bulky shape that was growing larger.

  The Abrams tank was coming his way.

  Snake took the scope from his utility belt and focysed it on the armored monstrosity. A very large man with a bird painted on his forehead sat in the turret. No- it was a tattoo or a birthmark.

  Vulcan Raven, the shaman giant, in the flesh.

  Before Snake could begin to plan a defensive strategy, the tank’s 105-mm M68 rifled gun fired a shell at him. The only thing he could do was leap sideways as hard as he could and burrow himself as deeply into the snow as possible.

  The explosion rocked the world around him. He felt his body being lifted and then slapped into the air. He landed with a thud despite the snow’s cushion. For a moment Snake saw stars, and there was a tremendously painful ringing in his ears.

  Vulcan Raven laughed boisterously. “That’s right! You should crawl on the ground like the snake you are!”

  The voice reminded him where he was. Snake quickly took stock of his arms and legs and determined that everything was still there. He carefully flexed each appendage and was grateful that nothing had been broken or torn by shrapnel. The ringing in his ears subsided but remained a steady annoyance.

  He had been damned lucky.

  The ground trembled below him, and he heard the Abrams’s engine coming closer. This time, the tank’s 12.7-mm machine gun rattled the snow around him. If anything was going to make him move his ass, that was it.

  Snake got up and forced himself to leave the spot where he had fallen. It was impossible to run; it was like walking through molasses. What was he going to do?

  Yet another lesson from Master Miller came back to him. It was an appropriate one, too, for it concerned a battle between a man with few defenses and a powerful giant.

  “Do you remember the story of David and Goliath?” miller had asked the class of trainees. “David was a young Israelite lad, strong enough, but no match for the powerful Philistine warrior Goliath. The giant was armed with a sword and a club and armor and brute strength. David had nothing but a slingshot. But he used his wits to defeat Goliath. How did he do that? By invoking the principle that something small can often penetrate large defenses. So he placed a pebble in his sling, spun it in order to increase its speed and force, and flung the stone at the giant’s face. The rock struck Goliath between the eyes and killed him. Of course, it helped that David was a damned good shot! So let this be a lesson to you – know how to use your weapons expertly but also know when to use them. There is a time and place for every offense, no matter how small, and no matter how big the defense.”

  Snake smiled at the memory. He knew exactly what he had to do.

  The tank roared closer as Vulcan Raven’s voice boomed: “We shall toy with you a little longer, Snake. Only when you’ve had enough will I deliver the killing blow!”

  Snake dived into the snow and dug deep until he felt the icy ground. Luckily, the snow was fairly soft, enabling him to tunnel his way toward the tank below the surface on his hands and knees. He could imagine what Vulcan Raven must be thinking as the giant searched the field for a sign of his prey. The snake truly had become a creature close to the earth. But unlike his cold-blooded namesakes, Solid Snake was a warm-blooded mammal who could withstand the frosty temperature below the snow’s surface.
When the tank sounded as if was rolling on its treads a mere few feet from him, Snake reached into the pouch and took out one of the frag grenades. Holding it firmly in hand, he stood, broke through the snow, and faced the oncoming juggernaut. He was at its broadside, about ten feet away. A gunner was in the turret next to Vulcan Raven, operating the smaller machine gun. He clearly heard the giant say, “Is that him? Over there?”

  The gunner fired a burst of ammunition at a target perpendicular to and thirty feet away from where Snake was standing. He had fooled them. Snake pulled the grenade’s pin with his teeth, counted to five, and tossed the pineapple at the gunner. He then turned and ran- trudged, rather- through the thick snow, moving away from the vehicle. The ensuing blast, which must have occurred in front of the gunner’s face, sent the man flying into the air. His lifeless rag doll body plopped into the snow directly in front of Snake.

  Snake turned to see that a billow of black smoke now covered the top of he turret. After a moment, the dark cloud dissipated and Vulcan Raven’s head jutted out of the turret. He appeared to be unharmed. Snake figured that the giant must have ducked into his compartment inside the tank just as the grenade detonated.

  “Damn you!” the shaman called.

  Snake turned to the dead gunner and quickly searched inside the man’s fur=lined coat. There were two more frag grenades attached to the guard’s belt as well as a SIG Sauer handgun. Snake ignored the gun and took the grenades. As an afterthought, he went through the man’s pockets and found a key card. It was identical to the one Anderson had given him – a PAN – only this one was marked as a Level 3.

  Brilliant!

  He stuck the card in his pocket and dived under the snow once again.

  “You cannot hide forever! I know where you are!”

  Machine-gun bullets strafed the drifts, coming too close for comfort. Snake’s ruse had worked the first time, but it wasn’t going to deceive the giant any longer. So instead of crawling forward in the snow, Snake retreated into one of the “tunnels” he had created earlier. While the shaman ineffectually shot up the snow close to the Abrams, Snake put distance between them.
Time for a new plan.

  He stood and saw that the tank was twenty-five feet away, facing south. A second gunner had joined Vulcan Raven on the turret. The shaman manned the larger machine gun and operated the tank while the trooper blasted the snow with the 7.62-mm gun.
“Where is he?” Raven shouted at the gunner. “Find him! You let him get away!”

  Snake had a clear shot at the turret from where he was standing. He drew the SOCOM, stood in a Weaver stance, drew a bead on the gunner, and fired. The man shuddered, cried out, and then slumped over the turret. Raven turned just in time to face an oncoming bullet from the SOCOM, but he eluded it with a subtle shift of his body. Snake’s mouth dropped in surprise. The man was unbelievably quick. Snake figured that it must have something to do with his alleged mystical powers.

  By then the shaman had swung the 12.7-mm machine gun toward Snake and let loose a volley of hellfire. Snake jumped into the snow, dug deep, and clutched the frozen ground; he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would be hit. It was all over. He would die there in the snow-covered canyon, the terrorists would launch a nuclear weapon, and the world would never be the same.

  But then the machine-gun dire abruptly stopped.

  What had happened?

  Snake dared to the thrust his head up to the surface to look. Vulcan Raven was working frantically on the machine gun. Since both of his gunners were dead, the giant had no one to act as a loader. This was Snake’s chance.

  Using all the leg strength he could muster, Snake plodded through the thick snow toward the tank. As he ran, he reached into the pouch and retrieved another frag grenade. When he was fifteen feet away, he pulled the pin and tossed the explosive into the tank’s treads. He dived sideways into the frost, covered his head with his hands, and endured the repercussion of the blast. This time he felt the heat and a bit of debris fall into the pocket of snow where he lay..

  After a moment he hoisted himself up to survey the damage. The Abrams was immobile, one tread completely blown off the wheels.

  It was time for the David and Goliath maneuver.

  He plucked another grenade from the pouch, slogged through the snow toward the rear of the tank, pulled the pin, and tossed it up at Vulcan Raven, who was too busy struggling with the machine gun to notice that his prey was behind him. The grenade dropped into the compartment – a better bull’s eye Snake couldn’t have asked for. Snake turned and trudged ad fast as he could away from the Abrams.

  The explosion shook the entire canyon.


  LIQUID SNAKE SAT in the Shadow Moses director’s office and watched his nemesis walk away from the burning tank. He sighed heavily and then glanced over at Revolver Ocelot, who was resting on a couch. The gunslinger’s right arm was heavily bandaged. The painkillers had done the trick, and now Ocelot was eager to close the distance between FOXHOUND and Snake.

  “He got away, didn’t he?” Ocelot remarked. “Let me try again. I’ll kill the bastard.”

  Liquid held up his had. “Quiet.” He gestured to the screen. Vulcan Raven could be seen, miraculously crawling out of the wreck unscathed.

  “He’s still in range,” the giant said. “Shall I destroy him?”
Liquid pressed the button on his communicator to speak. “No. Let him go.”

  “Are you certain?”

  “But keep an eye on him.”

  “He got the card.”

  “I know. We’ll play with him a little longer.”

  Ocelot stood and whispered, “Are you mad? The man’s dangerous!”

  Liquid shot Ocelot a look that gave the gunslinger no choice but to sit down and shut up.

  Vulcan Raven said, “You would do best not to underestimate him, Boss.”

  “What did you think of him?” Liquid asked. “In battle, that is.”

  “He is just as you said. It’s as if he is possessed by a demon.” Much like you. I would expect no less, considering your relationship.

  “Yes. I told you so. But don’t worry. I will kill him.”

  “Is Ocelot with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Revolver Ocelot!” the giant called. “I understand he took your hand and your dignity!”

  “Watch your mouth, shaman!” ocelot called from the couch. “It was that blasted ninja that took may hand, but it was Snake who distracted me. I could outgun you anytime, anywhere – with or without my right hand.”

  “Let me tell you something about our intruder friend. In the Sioux language, Sioux means ‘snake.’ It is known as an animal to be feared.”

  Ocelot sneered. “Well, I fear nothing, especially Solid Snake! He is mine now. when we next meet, I will take special care of him.”
Vulcan Raven spit. “The raven on my head thirsts for his blood. Snake and I will battle again. Of that you can be sure.”

  Liquid switched off the communicator. “He is a formidable enemy. The next several hours are going to be most interesting, eh, Ocelot?”

  “What is it you hope to gain from him? He is a pest. Swat him down!”

  “Not yet, my friend. I still have plans for him.”

  “Why do you let him live, Boss?”

  The FOXHOUND leader’s eyes flared. “I have my reasons.”

 

 

 


Chapter 10
Snake踏入及膝深的积雪,贴着墙移动到门的边缘,以躲避对方的视线。
CODEC突然吡吡作响,Snake看了一下,发现居然是一个非猝发通信信号,意味着这不是来自Campbell他们。
“你是谁?”他问道。
“一个朋友。”那一头是一个低沉而克制的男声。
“能详细一点吗?”
“Snake,你必须小心这个溪谷,这里被设置了大砍刀地雷,你有地雷探测器吧?”
“是的。你到底是谁?”
“用地雷探测器去侦测它们,小心不要触发它们的感应器。”
“我知道怎么对付它们。该死,快告诉我你是谁!”
“你的fans之一。你可以叫我……深喉。”
通信被切断了,Snake试图再次联系那个频率,但是数据读出却一直显示“0”。
见鬼。
不论如何,如果这家伙是和他一条战线的话,Snake还能算是被他救了一命。他打开装备带的一个侧袋,拿出了Arms重工“清障工3000”,一种手持式的定位仪器,它通过接收未引爆的地雷和炸弹所反射的无线电波确定它们的位置。一旦它探测到任何爆炸物,使用者就可以在安全距离进行引爆或是解除。Snake拿着这个卡片那么大的仪器,打开开关,将伸长的天线对准面前的雪地。
三颗地雷的金属外壳剪影出现在显示屏上。其中一颗很近,就在大约十尺开外,另外两颗要再远十尺,几乎相互紧挨着。他必须再前进一些才能探测出是否有更多的地雷。
他调整了一下频率旋钮,将天线指向第一个地雷所在的位置。理论上仪器上的一盏绿灯将在地雷被解除以后亮起,但是什么也没有发生。Snake不能确认是否是这两尺厚的积雪影响了这个装置的效用,现在能做的最好的选择就是绕开这片区域。
Snake移动到了溪谷的左侧,攀着岩壁向北面移动过去。寒风并没有臆想中那么凛冽,在墙边视野开阔了很多,但是他真的能保持这个方式通过这个溪谷?
很快探测器打消了他的这个想法,一系列的地雷被安置在了他的行进路线上。他再一次试图去解除它们,但是一无所获。他不得不退回溪谷的中央来绕过它们,但是这么做无疑是成为一个活靶子。
Snake戴上防风镜,好让双眼能不受寒风侵扰。接着他带上一副保暖手套,继续开始他的行程。
他花了近二十分钟来到了溪谷的中央,大多数的地雷被集中在了前五十码的地域中,现在看来接下来的路会好走很多。Snake突然觉得自己好像是日瓦戈医生(译注:《日瓦戈医生》苏联作家鲍里斯·帕斯捷尔纳克的长篇小说)一般,迎着凛冽的寒风,艰难地踽踽前行。幸好有Naomi博士的纳米计算机保证了他的温暖,省去了他原本需要的棉围巾和绒夹克。唯一糟糕的是他得继续这段枯燥而乏味的行程,这绝不比爬一座陡峭的山坡容易多少。
“这里是渡鸦的领地!蛇不属于阿拉斯加!你别想过去!”
在寒风中一个低沉的声音随着寒风划破寂静的空气。这个声音来自他头顶某处的扩音器。透过防风镜,Snake看到一个黑色的轮廓在视野的边际越来越大。
Abrams坦克出现了。
Snake从装备带上摘下望远镜,对准那个浑身装甲的怪物。他看到一个大汉坐在炮台上,他的额头上画着一只鸟,不——那是一个纹身或是胎记。
Vulcan Raven,萨满巨人,他记得很清楚。
Snake还没有来得及考虑对策,M1的105毫米口径M68火炮就向他开火了。此时他所能做的只有一件事,那就是向一侧尽可能远的跳开,然后将自己在雪里埋得越深越好。
爆炸将他震得天旋地转,只觉得自己被高高地抛到了空中。尽管有雪做缓冲,但他还是重重地落在地上。那一瞬间他感觉自己眼冒金星,耳朵里不断嗡嗡作响。
Vulcan Raven狂暴地大笑道:“这就对了!你就该像一条蛇那样在地上爬!”
这个声音让他回过神来,Snake马上晃了晃手脚,确认自己还完好。然后他小心地屈伸了一下四肢,万幸身上既没有骨折,也没有被弹片划伤。耳朵里的嗡响也渐渐褪淡,不过还是令人觉得十分心烦意乱。
他还真是运气好的见鬼。
周围的地面开始振动,他听见了Abrams的引擎声越来越近。这次,炮台上的12.7毫米机炮开火了,子弹落在他周围的雪地里,假如他再不躲开,接下去就是他的屁股得要开花了。
Snake爬起身子,挣扎着要逃离他落下的地方。但是在这里跑步时根本无法做到的,他就像是身陷泥泞一般艰难的踱着步子。
他该怎么办?
他突然回想起Miller教官的一次课程,一次非常相似的课程。
“你们记得大卫和格利亚的故事吗?”Miller教官问参加训练的所有学员,“大卫只是一个普通的以色列青年,尽管很强壮,但绝不是腓力斯战士哥利亚的对手。那个巨人一手持剑一手持棍,身披盔甲,还有无人可及的怪力。大卫除了一个弹弓以外什么也没有,但是他运用才智击败了这个不可一世的巨人。他是怎么做到的?因为他坚信一个原则——再小的事物也有可能击溃强大的对手。于是他在弹弓上放了一个小石子,尽力拉开弹弓以增加速度和力量,然后瞄准巨人的脸弹了出去。石子击中了哥利亚的两眼之间,居然将他杀死了。当然,大卫这一击确实够准的。那么,你们也得好好记住——不仅要精通你们的武器,更要知道何时去使用它们。无论对手多强大,也无论你们多弱小,时机总是会到来的。”
Snake因这段回忆而不禁笑起来。现在,他知道自己该怎么做了。
坦克呼啸地驶近,隆隆的履带声中夹杂着Vulcan Raven的叫喊:“我还想再多陪你玩会儿,等你觉得玩够了,我就送你下地狱。”
Snake潜身在积雪之中,他开始挖身下的雪,直到他触到了冰冷的土壤。幸运的是,积雪还很松软,使他能够在其中向坦克匍匐接近。他可以想象现在Raven一定在寻找他的猎物的踪迹。这次这只Snake真真正正地开始贴近地面移动,不过与他的冷血“表亲”不同,Solid Snake是一只能够抵御积雪以下寒冷环境的恒温动物。
当坦克履带的声音离他只剩下不过几英尺的时候,Snake从口袋里掏出一颗破片手雷,紧紧攥在手里。他突然跳起身来,面朝着正在靠近的钢铁怪物。他现在在坦克的侧面,大约十数尺开外,一个机枪手的身子探在Raven所在的炮台外,操纵着一门小的机关枪。Snake可以清楚地听到巨人说话:“哪个是他吗?那边那个。”
机枪手对准那个离Snake足足有三十尺远的目标开始扫射,他已经成功地骗过了他们。Snake用牙拽下保险,数了五秒,然后将手雷扔向机枪手。接着他转过身开始跑——确切地说是在雪中跋涉,他要尽可能地远离这个载具。大概就发生在机枪手的面前的一声爆响,将他甩到了空中。最终他已无生气的身躯在空中划过一道弧线,落在了Snake面前的雪地中。
Snake回过头,看到整个炮台的顶端都已经被笼罩在一片黑色的烟尘之中。不一会儿,黑云散去,Vulcan Raven将头伸出了炮台,他看来毫发无伤。Snake估计巨人一定是在手雷爆炸的一瞬间躲进了坦克内的座舱里。
“混蛋!”萨满恼怒地大叫。
Snake将机枪手的尸体翻了个身,迅速地在他的大衣里搜索了一番,他的装备带上有两颗破片手雷和一把SIG Sauer手枪。Snake没有把手枪放在眼里,只是将两颗手雷收入袋中。突然他又想起了什么,把手伸进士兵的口袋,找到了一张卡片。这张卡片跟Anderson给他的一样,也是一张PAN卡,不过这次上面印着一个“3”字。
太棒了!
他将卡片塞进口袋,然后再一次潜入积雪之中。
“你有本事在这里躲一辈子!我知道你在哪!”
机枪子弹在身旁呼啸而过,落点越来越近。Snake的诡计起了作用,但是也已经骗不了巨人多久了。因此Snake没有选择继续向前爬行,而是钻进了一条直前爬过的“通道”。当萨满还在无谓地扫射坦克周围的雪地时,他已经与之拉开了一段距离。
是时候展开下一轮的计划了。
他站起身,发现坦克现在在他南面二十五英尺远的地方。又一个机枪手爬到了炮台上,在萨满操纵车顶的机关枪时负责7.62毫米口径的步枪。
“他在哪?”Raven冲着机枪手大吼,“我看到他了,你又让他给跑了!”
Snake从他所在的位置可以清晰地看到炮台的一侧,于是他掏出SOCOM,摆好韦弗射姿,瞄准机枪手的头开了一枪。那个可怜的家伙身子一抖,伴随着一声惨叫翻出炮台。Raven刚回过头,就看到一颗子弹迎面飞来,他灵巧地闪身躲过。看到这一幕,Snake的下巴几乎要脱臼,这个巨人快得难以想象。他猜想这一定和Raven的神秘力量脱不了干系。
不过一个迟疑,萨满早已调过枪口向Snake发出一梭子的12.7毫米子弹,使得他不得不跃入积雪,将身子潜到冻土之上。他知道自己被射中已经只是时间问题,他就得葬身在这个冰封溪谷,而恐怖分子也将发射核弹,世界就将再次陷入一片混乱。
突然间机枪声戛然而止。
出了什么事?
Snake鼓起勇气探出头去一看究竟。Vulcan Raven正狂乱地摆弄着他的机关枪。由于两个机枪手都死了,再没有人替巨人装填子弹。
这是Snake最后的机会。
他使出自己所有的力气趟向坦克,一边走,一边从口袋里掏出另一颗破片手雷。当只剩下十五尺远时,他拉下保险,把手雷扔向坦克的履带。然后他抱住头潜进积雪,以躲避爆炸的冲击力。一阵热风过后,许许多多的碎片四散,落在他所在积雪上。
过了一小会儿,他爬起身来确认坦克的损毁情况,这辆Abrams已经再不能移动了,一条履带已经完全被从轮子上炸了下来。
接下来就要上演大卫与哥利亚的对抗了。
他从口袋里又掏出一颗手雷,艰难地趟到了坦克后边,然后拽下保险,朝着Raven扔了过去。Raven此时正忙得不可开交,根本没有注意到他的猎物就在身后。手雷弹进了座舱,这实在太好不过。Snake转过身,尽他所能得远离坦克。
爆炸让整个溪谷为之一震。


Liquid Snake坐在影子摩西的指挥室,透过监控看着他的对手慢慢步离熊熊燃烧的坦克。他打了个手势,回头看着坐在长椅上的Revolver Ocelot。Ocelot的右手裹着厚厚的绷带,止痛剂让他暂时忘记了伤口的剧痛,现在他只是一心等着猎狐犬与Snake之间的下一次对抗。
“他跑了,是吗?让我再试一次,我能宰了那个畜牲的。”
Liquid举起一只手:“住嘴!”他指向显示屏。Vulcan Raven奇迹般地从坦克的残骸中安然无恙地爬了出来。
“他还没有跑远,”巨人说道,“是不是去干掉他?”
Liquid按下通信器上的按键:“不,让他走。”
“你确定?”
“但是给我盯住他。”
“他拿到卡了。”
“我知道,让我们再跟他多玩会儿。”
Ocelot站起身来低声问道:“你疯了吗?他很危险!”
Liquid瞪了枪手一眼,Ocelot不得不坐回去闭口不言。
Vulcan Raven说道:“头儿,我们绝不能低估了他。”
“你觉得他怎么样?”Liquid问道。
“正如你说的,他就像是魔鬼上身。他和你简直是一模一样,就算没有亲缘关系。”
“是的,我告诉过你。不过不必担心,我会送他下地狱的。”
“Ocelot和你在一起?”
“是的。”
“Revolver Ocelot,”巨人喊道,“我知道他把你的手,连同你的尊严一道毁了。”
“说话小心点,萨满!”Ocelot坐在长椅上大吼道,“是那个见鬼的忍着,不是Snake。你信不信我可以随时随地宰了你——不论有没有右手。”
“让我告诉你一些关于我们的入侵者朋友的事吧。在苏族的语言中,‘苏’的意思就是‘蛇’,它们是一种必须敬畏的生物。”
Ocelot冷笑一声:“我从不惧怕任何事物,更何况Solid Snake!他是我的,下次再见面的话,我会给他好看的。”
Vulcan Raven吐了一口唾沫:“我额头的渡鸦正渴望着啜饮他的鲜血。我会和他再交手的,这你绝不用怀疑。”
Liquid切断了通信:“他是一个可怕的敌人,接下来几个小时将会很有趣的,对吗,Ocelot?”
“你到底想从他那里得到什么?他会坏了我们的事的,干掉他!”
“时候未到,我的朋友。我为他准备着呢。”
“你为什么让他活下来,头儿?”
猎狐犬首领的眼睛中闪现出一道光芒:“我有我的理由。”

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