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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第十二章

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12

SIX TROOPERS STOOD in the corridor outside the laboratory. The squad leader looked through the bulletproof window to make sure the doctor had not pulled a fast one. He didn’t trust the brainy nerds who worked at the Shadow Moses facility. They always had tricks up their sleeves and answers for everything. When the FOXHOUND renegades took over the complex, the squad leader felt personal satisfaction that the tables had been turned on the scientists who made the big money.

“Hey, Sergeant, why are there so many of us guarding this guy?” one of the men asked.

  The squad leader replied, “The Boss wants us to take special care of the good doctor. Nothing’s supposed to happen to him. The Boss needs him. High-priority asset. Why, I don’t know. In my book, the only good otaku is a dead otaku.”

  The men laughed. One of them opened a coffee thermos and started to pour cups for everyone in the hallway. “So did the Boss say why the power went out? What was that explosion?”

  The sergeant indicated the communicator. “He told us not to worry but that we might have company. It’s probably not a good idea to have a coffee cup in your hand right now.”

  As soon as the squad leader had said these words, the man dropped the cup and its contents all over the floor.

  “You clumsy fool!” the sergeant snapped.

  “I –I didn’t drop it. Someone… something knocked it out of my hand!”

  “Don’t be an idiot. I saw you drop-”

  There was a glimpse of a shadow moving across the corridor. No, not a shadow. More like a blur, like when one’s glasses are smudged, only this smudge had moved.

  “What was that?”

  “What?”

  “Three. Look.”

  Then men turned and followed the sergeant’s pointing finger. “I don’t see nothin’, Sarge.”

  The squad leader’s eyes darted over the room. There it was again! “Look, you fools! There!”

  “Boss, I think you’re seeing th-” But before the man could finish his sentence, the top of his skull slipped off his head on a diagonal split. The bone and brain had been severed by something invisible. The man’s legs buckled, and he fell to the floor next to the bloody body part that contained half of his mind.

  “Oh, my God!”

  “What happened?”

  “Look out!”

  “Shoot anything that moves!”

  The men began to fire their FAMAS rifles wildly about the room, spraying the hall with a salvo of bullets but hitting nothing.
Whoosh-swish-flit. An unseen sword sliced the air and flesh-and-blood appendages. Those sounds were followed by screams.

OUTSIDE THE HALLWAY, Snake heard the carnage occurring on the other side of the Level 3 security door. The gunfire, the screams of agony, the noise of bodies falling to the ground…
 What’s going on in there?
 
  He quickly swiped the card, and the door opened.

  It was as if he had stepped into a slaughterhouse for human beings. At first it was difficult for snake to count just how many men had been in there, for body parts and blood were spattered all over the hallway. Snake had seen some terrible things in his lifetime, but this gruesome scene nearly made his bile rise.

  One man with both arms severed was still alive. A stab wound in the chest was causing him to spit blood as he struggled to breathe. Snake knelt beside him. “Who did this?” he asked.

  The man coughed and whispered, “…ghost…it’s…a ghost…”

  And he was dead.

  Snake stood, stepped over the puddles of red goo, and made for the laboratory door. He peered through the window and saw a young man wearing a white lab coat sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. He wore glasses, had long hair, was thin, and was trembling so badly that Snake thought he was about to wet his pants.

  Dr. Hal Emmerich was scared to death, looking up at something that wasn’t there.

  Snake swiped the card in the door, but it wouldn’t open. It was a Level 4 security lock. Snake cursed to himself and moved to the closest slaughtered body. It was a repugnant task to search the guard’s bloody clothes, but he found what he needed: the man’s PAN card.

  Snake used it on the door, which slid open. Dr. Emmerich was whimpering as tears ran down his face. He was focused on the space in front of him, but Snake couldn’t see anyone else on the room.

  Wait. There.

  Sure enough, the cyborg ninja was standing in front of the scientist. The stealth suit glimmered in and out of visible mode as the warrior brandished the sword.

  “No, please! Don’t hurt me!” the engineer cried… and wet himself.

  “Where is my friend?” the ninja asked. “Tell me where he is now or suffer the same fate as those fools out there.”

  “I’m…I’m sorry! I …I don’t know what you’re talking about! Please don’t kill me!”

  “DON’T MOVE!” Snake stood with the SOCOM in both hands. The ninja turned slowly and focused the eye sensor on him. Drop the sword and back away from the nerd. Do it nice and easy.
Even though the helmet covered the warrior’s head, Snake could sense that the man was smiling. “Ah, excellent. I’ve been waiting for you.” The thing said in his metallic, electronic voice.

  “Just who the hell are you?”

  The ninja didn’t drop the sword. Instead, he held it in front of him as if he were preparing to do battle. “Neither enemy nor friend. I have returned from a world where such words are meaningless.”
Snake squinted at the cyborg. There was definitely something familiar about him; the way he carried himself, the speech inflection. Who was he?

  “I’ve removed all obstacles,” the warrior said. “The path is clear to me now. you and I must fight to the death.”

  Snake was taking no chances. He squeezed the SOCOM’s trigger-and the ninja batted the bullet away with a lightning-fast flick of the sword.

  “Pathetic! There is no honor in that weapon!”

  “What do you want?”

  “I’ve waited a long time for this day. Now I want to savor the moment.”

  Dr. Emmerich continued to shake and whimper as he watched the two gladiators in front of him. “What- what’s with these guys? It’s like … a scene out of one of m – my anime movies!”

  The cyborg continued to talk in riddles. “I’ve come from another world to do battle with you.”

  “What is this about?” Snake asked. “Revenge?”

  “It’s nothing as trivial as revenge. A fight to the death with you…Only in that can my soul find respite. I will kill you or you will kill me. Either way, it makes no difference.”

  The engineer could take no more. He saw an opening, got to his feet, and bolted from the room. Screaming like a madman, he ran into a sterile procedure room adjacent to the lab. He slammed the door behind him, locked it, and peered at the two fighters through a plate glass window.

  “Ah, fine,” the ninja said. “Let him watch from his perch.”

  Snake snarled, “I need that man unharmed. You’d better give up now or this won’t be pretty.”

  “Yes,” the ninja hissed. “That’s the spirit!” Make me feel it! Make me feel alive again!

  With that, the man in the exoskeleton moved forward… and disappeared. Snake fired several rounds at the space in front of him but heart only the swish-clang of the ninja’s sword knocking away the bullets.

  The ninja materialized several feet away from where Snake thought he was. “That weapon is useless against me! Haven’t you learned anything?”

  “Apparently not.” Snake utilized spray fire and emptied the magazine. Watching the ninja was like viewing a sped-up video in which every character moved at ten times the normal alacrity. Not a single round touched his body.

  Then the ninja dropped the sword. “This is futile! Let us fight as warriors. Hand to hand. The basis of all combat. Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon such as that.”

  Snake took a deep breath and holstered his gun. “Whatever.” He assumed a fighting stance and forced himself to forget everything else. It was what Master Miller had always taught him. Concentrate on the task at hand. See the victory before you even begin.

  And the fight commenced.

  The ninja attacked with a double-jumping roundhouse kick that knocked Snake to the floor. Slightly stunned, Snake managed to roll out of the way as the cyborg attempted to repeat his maneuver. The warrior missed, allowing Snake to get to his feet and avoid yet another roundhouse kick.

  Unarmed combat is a matter of dodging.

  It was another of Master Miller’s admonishments. Offensive moves were essential in order to win hand-to-hand combat, but the trick to surviving was defense. Snake let his opponent attack again so that he could watch the man’s technique. Every-fighter relied on tried-and-true moves; if you could anticipate what the enemy was going to do, you could avoid the onslaught and develop a strategy to counteract it.

  The ninja performed the double jump again and walloped Snake. The operative crashed backward into an electronic bank of controls, causing an eruption of sparks that lit up the room. He noticed, though, that the cyborg had paused slightly between the two jumps. Snake bounced back from the assault and beckoned the ninja to try again. This time, Snake leaped into the cyborg’s personal space during the spilt-second pause and delivered a punch-punch-kick combination that connected hard and violently. The ninja recoiled, surprised and slightly dazed. Snake refused to let his opponent recover. He took advantage of the opening and performed his signature one- two- three punch-punch-kick maneuver. The cyborg sailed across a workstation and smashed a computer monitor onto the floor.

  “Yes! The pain!” the ninja cried. “I’ve been waiting for this pain!”

  The guy’s crazy as a loon!

  The cyborg rolled off the desk, landed on his feet in a crouching position, and then leaped forward like a grasshopper. He collided into Snake with tremendous force, and the two of them catapulted off the floor, fists flying and knees lunging. Snake pounded the ninja’s helmeted face as hard as he could, ignoring the agony he felt in his knuckles.

  “Yes. Hurt me more!” the ninja cried. “More! More!” The cyvorg managed to swing himself on top of Snake, who took the opportunity to grab the warrior’s arms and employ the ancient judo principle of turning an opponent’s weight into an asset. Snake placed the sole of his foot against the exoskeleton’s chest for leverage and flipped the man over his head. The ninja hit the wall with a crash that shook the room.

  Snake got to his feet and delivered double roundhouse kicks to the cyborg’s head before the man could get up, the warrior was definitely stunned. But when Snake tried it a second time, the ninja grabbed his ankle, twisted it, and forced Snake to spin in midair. He landed on the floor with a thud.

  “I know that move, Snake. I felt it.” The ninja stood. “Do you remember? The feel of battle?”

  Snake shook the stars away and looked up at the exoskeleton.

  “Do you, Snake? Do you remember me now?”

  And then something snapped inside the dark recesses of Snake’s memory banks. The ninja’s stance, his speech pattern, his use of Snake’s name…

  No! It can’t be!

  “You!” Snake spat. “You were killed! In Zanzibarland!”
The words seemed to confuse the ninja. “Killed? Zanzibarland? I … don’t…”

  Suddenly the cyborg began to shake uncontrollably. His suit sparked and made noises akin to an electrical discharge. The ninja screamed in pain, held his head, and fell to his knees.
It’s like what happened to him before!

  “What’s happening?” Snake yelled.

  The ninja screamed, “The medicine!”

  “Not again,” Snake muttered.

  The cyborg’s suit emitted an energy field that grew into a ball of bright light. Snake retreated and held his arm in front of his eyes. It was as if the ninja himself were short-circuiting and frying on the inside of the stealth suit.

  “I’m … losing…myself!” he cried.

  And then Snake knew the identity of the cyborg. There was no doubt.

  “Oh, my God. Gray Fox,” he whispered.

  After a few moments, the energy field dissipated and left a broken man on the floor, barely keeping upright on his hands and knees. His breathing was coarse and measured.

  “Are you all right?” Snake asked. He started to approach the man, but the ninja let loose with a heart-wrenching cry of anguish and pain. The cyborg shook his fists at the heavens, stood, and ran for the laboratory door. The suit’s stealth function kicked in, and he disappeared in front of Snake’s eyes. The door opened for a second and then slammed shut.

  The tortured soul was gone again.

  Dr. Emmerich called from the procedure room. “Is it over?”

  “I don’t believe it,” Snake said, trying to catch his breath. “Gray Fox… it can’t be…”

 

 


Chapter 12
实验室前的走道上,六个士兵正在巡逻,巡逻队长透过防弹玻璃窗确认监禁在里面的博士没有溜号。他不信任影子摩西的那些所谓搞脑力劳动的家伙。他们总是喜欢捉弄他们的“奴隶们”或者刨根问底。当猎狐犬的取得这里的控制权以后,这位小队长终于感到了内心的满足,因为这次轮到这些科学家们吃苦头了。
“中士,为什么要我们这么多人看着这个家伙?”
“头儿希望我们看好这个‘好’科学家,他不希望这家伙出什么事。头儿需要他,貌似他很重要。不过我可不这么认为,在我的字典里,一个好的宅男就只有是死了的。”
这番话引得所有人都大笑起来。一个士兵打开咖啡机,开始给每一个成员冲上一杯。
“那么头儿有说刚才的停电是怎么回事吗?还有那阵爆炸。”
中士确认了一下通信器:“他说我们不必去在意这些,只要保持队形,别散开了。也许现在不是喝咖啡的时候也说不定。”
中士刚说完这些话,一个士兵就打翻了杯子,把咖啡洒了一地。
“蠢货!”中士咒骂道。
“不……不是我洒的。有人……有人把它从我的手里打了下来。”
“别胡扯了,我明明看见你洒……”
一个阴影窜过过道。不,那不是阴影,那就像一片破例上的污迹,这片污迹一闪而过。
“什么东西!”
“哪儿?”
“那儿,快看!”
所有人朝着中士手指的方向看过去。
“我什么也没看见,中士。”
小队长环视整个房间,他在那儿!“看,蠢货!那边!”
“头儿,我想你是看促……”他还没把口里的话说完,他面罩的顶部就被一记斜劈齐刷刷地斩落。他的头骨和大脑被什么看不见的东西一下子砍了下来。这个可怜的家伙脚一弯,倒在他那另一半血淋淋的脑袋边上。
“上帝啊!”
“怎么回事?!”
“小心!”
“朝移动的东西开火!”
他们开始在走廊里肆意的射击,整个过道布满了弹孔,但是他们什么也没有命中。
一阵嗖嗖的剑风在房间里呼啸,这把看不见的长刀划破空气,所到之处血肉飞溅,惨叫声不绝于耳。


走道之外,Snake听到三级安全门另一侧传来的争斗声、枪声、痛苦的惨叫和倒地声……
里面怎么回事?
他迅速地刷了一下PAN卡,门打开了。
映入他眼帘的是一幅血腥的画面,他几乎没有办法数清到底有多少人死在这里,因为整个走廊都被鲜血与残肢所布满。他曾经见过很多惨烈的场面,但这等的境况几乎让他的胆汁上涌。
一个双臂都被斩下的家伙还有一丝生气,但胸口的刺伤使得他的鲜血不断喷涌而出,呼吸也变得异常艰难。Snake半跪在他身边:“谁干的?”
那个士兵一边咳嗽一边低语道:“鬼……那是一个……幽灵。”
说完他便咽了气。
Snake站起来,跨过满地的尸骸,走向实验室。透过玻璃窗他看到一个穿着白大褂的年轻男子背倚着墙瘫坐在地上,他带着眼睛,留着长长的头发,身体瘦削。他的身子不住地颤抖,看上去就快吓得尿裤子了。
Hal Emmerich博士双眼充满惊恐地瞪着某个根本不存在的东西。
Snake在门前划了划PAN卡,但是门没有开,他需要一张四级的卡来开锁。Snake咒骂了一句,走到离他最近的一具尸体身边。虽然搜索这样一具尸体是件很令人不爽的事,但是他还是找到了他想要的——四级PAN卡。
他用卡片划开了门,只看见博士对着面前的空气哀诉着,眼泪顺着面颊滚落。然而Snake什么也看不见。
等等,在那儿!
显然,站在博士面前的是那个机械忍者。在他挥舞着长刀的时候,他的隐形迷彩时隐时现。
“不!不要杀我!”博士大喊着,他的裤子也渐渐地被濡湿。
“我的朋友在哪里?告诉我他现在在哪,不然你就会和外面那群蠢货的下场一样。”
“对……对不起。我……我真的不知道你在说什么!求求你,不要杀我!”
“不许动!”Snake举起SOCOM。忍者缓缓地装过身来,将面具上的感应器对准他。
“放下武器,离这个小子远点。”
即使面罩将他的整张脸都遮住了,但是Snake还是能够感觉到这个家伙在笑。
“很好,我一直在等你。”他发出一阵金属质感的电子音。
“你到底是什么东西?”
忍者并没有放下手中的武士刀,相反的,他将长刀举到胸前,仿佛在为即将到来的战斗做着准备。“既非敌人也非友人,我从另一个世界回来,那儿从不需要这些界定。”
Snake斜眼看着这个忍者,他觉得这家伙有一点熟悉,不论是从他的语言还是他的自持。但是,他到底是谁?
“我踏平了所有的阻碍,现在我面前已是一片坦途,我们终于可以痛痛快快地一决生死。”
Snake无从选择,他扣下SOCOM的扳机,但是忍者用刀刃将子弹弹开了。
“太可悲了,用这种东西丢尽了你作为战士的荣耀。”
“那你想要什么?”
“我等这一刻等了太久了。现在让我好好享受这样的时刻吧!”
Emmerich博士颤抖着瞪着眼前这两个角斗士:“这……这群家伙怎……怎么回事?这……这不是动画片里的景象吗?”
忍者继续说着令人不明所以的话:“我从另一个世界来与你交手。”
“你为了什么?复仇?”
“复仇这种小事对我来说不值一提。与你一决生死……只有这样我的灵魂才能找到归宿。今天不是你死就是我活。当然,这对我来说没什么区别。”
那个工程师再也受不了了,他看准一个空当,爬了起来,然后像一个疯子般尖叫着跑进了紧邻实验室的一个灭菌室。他重重地关上门,锁上门锁,然后透过玻璃窗看着外面两人的战斗。
“哈,不错。让他在坐席上好好欣赏这场战斗吧。”
Snake吼道:“这家伙是我的,你最好现在开始别打他的主意,不然我要你好看!”
“对。就是这样的感觉!让我感受它,让我重新感受活着的感觉吧!”
一边说着,这个身着强化骨骼的家伙向前迈了一步,然后就消失了。Snake向前连开数枪,但是都只听到子弹被忍者刀打落的声音。
忍者突然显现在离Snake所以为的位置几尺远的地方。“枪械对我没有任何作用!你就不会长进些吗?”
“显然没有。”Snake连射数枪,将一个弹匣打空。然而忍者的动作就像是放到十倍速的电影人物一般,没有一发子弹沾到他一点。
忍者扔下长刀:“不要浪费时间了!让我们像真正的战士那样战斗,赤手空拳!这才是战斗的真谛,只有蠢材才会去将他们的生命托付给那些破铜烂铁。”
Snake深深地吸了一口气,将手枪插回了枪袋:“奉陪到底。”他摆好格斗的准备式,将注意力全部集中。正如Miller教官常说的:专注于你面前的任务,在开始之前预见你的胜利。
战斗开始了。
忍者一个二段跳踢将Snake重重地踢倒在地。虽然有些晕眩,但是Snake还是就地一个翻滚,以闪避开忍者的第二次攻击。忍者这一脚踢空给了Snake站起身子躲避下一次进攻的空档。
肉搏战斗是需要计策的。
这是Miller教官的另一个教导,进攻的确是在搏斗中取胜所必需的,但是真正让你能在一场搏斗中获胜的是防守。Snake继续纵容着对手的攻击,好让自己能够研究他的套路。即使是肉搏也需要做到有虚有实,假如你能预见到对手的下一个动作,你就能躲避并且施以还击。
忍者再一次使出二段跳,然后落向Snake。然而Snake闪躲开了,忍者击中了一台电控器,重重的冲击所产生的电火花闪亮了整个房间。他注意到,在两次跳跃之间忍者都会有一个短暂的停顿。他于是纵身跃开,等着忍者故技重施。这次,Snake把握住了这个转瞬即逝的片刻,跃到忍者的身旁,用一记连环拳加上一脚侧踢狠狠地给与反击。忍者突然间惊恐和晕眩地退后了几步。Snake不想给对手任何喘息的机会,冲上前去又使出了他招牌式的连环拳,忍者被打飞出去,落在了一张工作台上,将原本在那儿的一台显示器撞落在地。
“对,就是这样的痛苦!我渴望这种感觉!”忍者叫喊道。
这家伙疯了!
忍者滚下桌子,以一个蹲伏的姿势落在地上,然后像一只蝗虫一般向前急窜,与Snake撞了个满怀。极大的冲击力使得两人一同弹飞起来,又在两秒之后落回地面。两人落在另一台电控器上,然后滚落在地,厮打在了一起。Snake狠狠地朝着忍者戴着面具的脸上打了一拳,他的指节只觉得一阵钻心的痛苦。
“对!再狠点!”忍者再次叫道,“越狠越好!”他翻转身子将Snake按在地上,然而Snake抓住这次机会使出一记古老的柔道招式,他抓住忍者的双臂,将脚蹬在他的胸口上作为支点,利用他的重量将他反蹬出去。忍者撞在墙壁上,碰撞震动了整个房间。
Snake站了起来,趁着忍者还没有爬起来,又连着重踹了他的头部两脚。忍者被这一阵猛击打的晕眩不堪。正当Snake准备故技重施的时候,忍者一把握住他的脚踝,用劲一拧,将Snake硬生生地在空中打了个转,接着重重地摔在地上。
“我记得那一招,Snake。我感觉到了。”忍者站了起来,“你想起来了吗?这种战斗的感觉?”
Snake甩开眼前飞旋的金星,抬头看着他。
“你是不是想起我来了,Snake?”
突然间,Snake记忆深处的某些片断开始渐渐浮现,这个忍者的姿势,他说话的方式,还有他称呼Snake的方式……
不!这不可能!
“你!”Snake喊道,“你已经死了!在桑给巴尔国!”
这番话似乎让忍者困惑不堪:“死了?桑给巴尔国?我……没有……”
突然间忍者又开始失控般地颤抖,他的强化骨骼外衣闪出火花,同时发出放电般的噪音。忍者痛苦地尖叫着抱住他的头颅,跪倒在地。
就想之前发生在他身上的一样。
“怎么回事”Snake叫道。
忍者尖声叫道:“那种药!”
“别再来一次了!”Snake低声嘀咕。
忍者的外衣周围突然迸发出一片能量场,将他裹在一个光亮的球体中央。Snake退了几步,用手臂遮住双眼。这一幕就好像忍者被自己的隐身装甲的短路所产生的高热所炙烤着。
“我……控制不了……我自己!”他尖叫道。
这是Snake终于能够确认这个忍者的身份。再不用怀疑了!
“上帝啊!他是Gray Fox。”他低声喃喃。
一会儿之后,能量场渐渐消失,只留下一个浑身伤痕累累的身躯伏在地上,仅用他的手和膝盖勉强支撑,在那儿大口大口地喘着粗气。
“你还好吧?”Snake问道。他慢慢接近忍者,但是忍者去发出一阵撕心裂肺般地惨叫。他双拳击地,跃起身来,然后冲向实验室的大门。他启动了隐形迷彩,瞬间消失在Snake的眼前。一秒钟后,大门被打了开来,接着又被重重关上。
这个受尽折磨得灵魂在一次消失不见。
Emmerich博士在灭菌室里喊道:“结束了吗?”
“我不能相信,”Snake自言自语道,“Gray Fox……这不可能。”

本篇文章由MGCN谍海游龙总部独家发布,录入:fengmosn,译者:brightxy,校对:CaptainZhou,转载请注明。

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