Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 143 Tired

Now, even if he clenches his fists with all his might, all Adama can do is lower and raise his eyelids.

Strangely enough, he came to full consciousness. Within an hour of his coma, freezing and utter numbness enveloped his entire body.

There seemed to be a pood-heavy weight hanging from his tongue, and another such weight weighed on his chest.

Adama couldn't even say goodbye to his daughter. This was the only thing in the world worth caring about, the only motivation to wake him up.

Sasha stopped smiling.

She dreamed of something that frightened her, curled up into a ball, hugged herself tightly with her hands, and frowned.

Since childhood, every time Adama saw her daughter like this, knowing what nightmare she was haunted by, he would definitely wake her up.

But now, all he had was strength left to blink.

Tired of blinking.

In order to last until Sasha woke up, he had to continue to struggle.

He's been fighting for over 20 years, every day, every minute, and he's fucking tired.

Tired of holding on, tired of covering, tired of hunting, tired of proving, tired of pretending to be hopeful, tired of lying.

Adama is tired of fighting.

Only two wishes remained in his fading consciousness:
He wanted to see Sasha one more time, look into her eyes, hope that the young man would take good care of her, and he wanted to be at peace, to rest in peace.

But neither wish came true...

Alternating with reality are fragments of his past time, which are constantly flashing back before his eyes.

He needs to make the final decision, conquer others or surrender, revenge or repent...

The Guards lined up their ranks.

They were all under Adama's command, each one of them determined to break through the crowd and shoot at the unarmed.

As the last undefeated subway station master and the leader of the Allied Forces, Adama possessed undeniable authority.

His decisions are impeccable, and his orders are carried out without hesitation.

He takes full responsibility for everything, and he always does.

If he abdicates now, the station will be thrown into anarchy before being absorbed into the ever-expanding Red Empire.

They kept moving their borders outward, bringing more and more territories under their control.

If he ordered to shoot the insurgents, power would remain in his hands—perhaps temporarily.

That way maybe he won't be tortured and executed by the masses.

Adama raised his gun sharply, and a second later his team did so almost simultaneously.

From the scope, you can see that the crowd is going crazy. It is not a gathering of hundreds of people, but a swarm of identical faces.

Bared teeth, wide eyes, clenched fists, are they still human?
Adama pulled the trigger, and his team fired at the same time.

It's the moment when life hangs by a thread.

He raised the barrel and squeezed the trigger, and lime scattered from the muzzle.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

He ordered the soldiers to lay down their weapons and disarm, and took a step forward himself.

This is his last option.

Memory finally let him go.

Sasha was still asleep.

He took his last breath, trying to wake his daughter to say goodbye to her, but he couldn't lift his eyelids.

At the same time, the ever-changing darkness turned into a blue sky and appeared in front of him, how bright the blue sky was, just like his daughter's eyes.
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Sasha's father once said that there is nothing more precious than human life in the world.

To him, this sentence is not an empty cliché, nor is it a truth known to all women and children.

It never occurred to Sasha's father that being the youngest commander in a subway station is not without its benefits.

When a person is 20 years old, he can no longer look superficially at such things as murder and death. The whole life is like a game, as if if you accidentally die, you can play it again.

It's no accident that all the armies in the world are filled with erstwhile cadets.

But the commander who commands thousands of young people who are addicted to the game of war must regard those who fought and those who died in battle as just blue and red arrows on the map.

Only those who are numb to legs torn from torsos, squirting intestines and split heads command armies.

The commander has to make a decisive decision whether to sacrifice a regiment or a company.

Once upon a time, her father also treated his enemies with contempt, and he also treated himself in the same way. He always hoped that others would look at him with admiration and challenged various tasks.

He wasn't flippant, but there was a little thoughtlessness to all his actions.

He is smart and strives to make progress, but he is a little indifferent to life. He cannot feel the essence of life, does things without considering the consequences, and is not condemned by his conscience.

Yes, he has never shot at women and children, but he has dealt with deserters with his own hands, and was the first to go to the permanent firepower point.

He is also insensitive to the feeling of pain.

Broadly speaking, he was rather indifferent to everything and everyone.

Later, he meets Sasha's mother.

She conquered this man who was used to winning with her indifference.

What made him pick up the machine gun and fight was his only weakness, which was the pursuit of fame and fortune.

It was this lust for power that led him to another risky onslaught, this time falling for a long time.

In the past, he had never cared about love, and it was often women who fell at his feet.

The meekness of women spoiled him, and he always had time to retreat from each girlfriend before he fell in love with them, losing interest in women who deserved sympathy.

His fierce offensive, fiery eyes blinded the girls' eyes and made them blind.

Few of them remembered to know how to use some old trick with men in such a situation-to make them wait before making acquaintance.

But she didn't like him.

His finery, fame, and exploits on the battlefield and in love failed to interest her.

She didn't return his gaze, just nodded in response to his calculated joke.

Taking her down he saw as a crucial challenge, more important than taking over the neighboring station.

He realized later that the closeness to her seemed to fade over time, and that conquest of her could be a new mark on the butt of his gun.

She often gave him the opportunity to spend a whole day with her, although even an hour would be enough to satisfy him.

Sometimes when she came, it was only to torture him a little.

Satisfy the pleasure and little joy that other men can't get.

(End of this chapter)