Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 199 Twins
When Alcorn woke up, Sasha was already sitting aside watching him.

Alcorn looked at him with a smile on his face, which made him feel inexplicable for a while.

I don't know what the Yiren in front of me wants to do?

Then when he thought of something, the corners of his mouth immediately raised, and he looked at Sasha mockingly.

Alcorn patted his chest vigorously, and said proudly: "Oh! Impossible, don't you see who I am? But the man who once fought against the giant beast."

Then looking at Sasha's back, my heart fluttered again.

Feeling that my good brother was upset by Sasha's teasing, and complaining about myself

Alcorn clearly sensed something was wrong, afraid of being noticed.

Immediately took a few deep breaths, and muttered
"If the heart is clear, the sky will not be shocked."

After a few movements, the good brother was comforted, and the anger just now gradually disappeared.

Seeing that Sasha was already sitting on the stone next to the fire, she used a wooden stick to stir the firewood that had been extinguished and turned into ashes.

I also know that I am about to set off, I have already delayed a lot here, and there are still some things I need to do by myself.

Then he packed up the clothes on the bench, and suddenly saw that the color of a piece of clothes was obviously different from other clothes.

No matter how old Alcorn was, he knew what it was.

So when Sasha's attention was not here, she packed the piece of clothing in a bag and put it at the bottom of the backpack.

Then after packing up everything, he adjusted the firearm and checked whether the bullets were damp from the previous flood.

I also took a rough look at the internal parts of the gun.

I'm afraid that when I encounter danger, the life-saving guy in my hand will not be able to shoot the bullet because it is jammed.

At that time, I didn't even have a chance to cry.

And now I am no longer alone, I have a person who is worth protecting with my life.

So Alcorn is also willing to see Sasha hurt because of his loss.

In this case, Alcorn will never forgive himself for the rest of his life, and he will be very sorry.

I found that since I had a concern, I became sentimental.

Feel the change in yourself.Alcorn shook his head.I don't think about anything else.

Then he stopped hesitating and immediately put the packed things in a convenient place.

And the sasha that Sasha gave him before was also tightly pinned to his waist.

then go to sasha

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"No, Artyom."

"Open it, I tell you to open it."

"The station master has ordered...no one can go out."

"Do you think I'm an idiot? What is 'anyone'? Am I 'anyone'?"

"This is an order! For the safety of the station... to prevent radiation from entering... the door cannot be opened! This is an order from the station master!"

"Who is the station master? My adoptive father! Open it for me."

"You'll get me scolded for doing this, Artyom..."

"You don't drive, do you? I'll do it myself."

"Hello... Stationmaster... Yes, here... Artyom is here... Yes, yours. What should I do? Yes! We are waiting for you."

"Learn to make small reports, huh? You can do it, Nikita, start driving! I must drive, I have to go up if I say anything!"

At this time two more people jumped out from the guard room, squeezed in front of Artyom, blocked the door with their bodies, and pushed him lightly without hesitation.

Artyom hadn't slept a wink since yesterday morning. He had two dark circles under his eyes and was already weak. He was no match for the guard. Of course, the guard had no intention of fighting with him.

Onlookers gradually gathered, including a dirty little boy with hair as transparent as glass, a woman whose whole body was swollen and whose arms were bruised from starching clothes in ice water, and someone from the right side. Tunnel pig farm workers who are exhausted and want to join in any excitement.

They whispered to each other, their eyes were on Artyom's body, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

"He always goes up, what does he do?"

"That's not true! Every time I clamor to open the door, there's a draft outside the door - poured from the ground! Damn it..."

"How can you say that about him... After all, he saved all of our lives...including your children."

"It's true that he saved us, but now? What does he want to do? He is willing to absorb the rays himself, but he has to drag us with him!"

"The key is what is he doing up there? It's just nonsense!"

The crowd was split open suddenly, and a person walked towards him.

This man was unshaven, and the few gray hairs left on both sides of his head spanned the Mediterranean Sea above his head like a bridge, but his face was sharp and angular, and his lines were rigid. His body seemed to be made of steel plate or rubber, as if a large living person had been air-dried. It even sounds like it.

"It's all gone! Do you hear me!"

"Station Master! Station Master Sukhoi is here! Let him take his son away!"

"Uncle Hashar..."

"Why are you here again, Artyom! Didn't I tell you..."

"Open the door, Uncle Harshall."

"I told you to disperse, didn't you hear me! What's there to see? You, come with me!"

Artyom did not move. Instead, he sat down on the ground. The granite floor was smooth and cold, and he leaned his back against the wall.

"Stop making trouble!" Sukhoi scolded without moving his lips, "There are already a lot of discussions!"

"I have to go, I have to go."

"There's nothing up there! Nothing to go to!"

"Didn't I tell you, Uncle Harshall?"

"Nikita! What are you doing in a daze! Disperse the crowd quickly!"

"Yes, station master!... They're all gone! They're all gone! Is there anyone who wants to have fun?" Nikita chased away the crowd with a thud.

"What you're talking about is nonsense! Listen," Sukhoi let out the long breath that he had been holding all the time, his whole body was like a deflated ball, and he sat down beside Artyom.

"You died in vain by going out. Do you think that suit can block the radiation? Shit! It's like a screen! A floral dress is better than it!"

"So what?"

"Which stalker goes up as hard as you?...Have you counted the dose? Tell me, do you want to live or die?"

"I'm sure I heard it."

"I'm sure, you're hallucinating! No one can hear your signal, Artyom! How many times do I have to tell you? There's no one left, only Moscow, only us People."

"I do not believe."

"Do you think I care about whether you believe it or not?! I only care about whether you will lose your hair! Will you urinate blood! Will your thing rot!"

Artyom shrugged his shoulders and fell silent.Sukhoi waited patiently.

"I heard it. On the TV tower, next to Ullman's station."

"Why are you the only one who heard it? I've been monitoring for so long, and no one has heard it. You said you heard it, and then what?"

"Then I'm going to go up, that's all, it's gone." Artyom stood up and straightened his back.

"I want to hug my grandson." Sukhoi's voice came from below.

"You want your grandson to live here? Underground?"

"It's the subway." Sukhoi corrected.

"Yes, subway." Artyom did not refute.

"They can live well here, at least they can give birth to health. But if..."

"Tell them to open the door, Uncle Harshall."

Sukhoi stared fixedly at the black glossy granite ground, as if looking for something on it.

"Didn't you hear what people said about you? Said you were crazy - on the TV tower."

Artyom grinned, and took a deep breath: "If you want to hug your grandson, Uncle Hashar, you have to give birth to your son, your own son, and let him discipline you. In that case, your grandson will also be like you, not Like a ghost like me."

Sukhoi narrowed his eyes.A second passed quietly.

"Nikita, open it for him."

Let him go, let him die.asshole.

Nikita silently carried out the order.

Artyom nodded in satisfaction, walked into the isolation room, turned to Sukhoi and said, "I'll be back soon."

Sukhoi supported the wall and stood up, turned his slightly hunched back to Artyom, and walked along, the soles of his shoes polished the granite under his feet even brighter.

The door to the isolation room slammed shut.

In the isolation room, a 25-year-old light bulb on the ceiling suddenly lit up, shining white, reflecting the dirty tiles around like the cold winter sun.

Except for one iron wall, the entire isolation room is wrapped in this kind of tile.

A plastic stool with holes in it—to sit on and rest on or step on to tie your shoelaces.

A wrinkled chemical protective suit hung on a clothes hook.

A drain on the ground, a coil of rubber hose—that's for removing radioactive contamination.

There is also a military backpack in the corner.

Hanging on the wall was a blue microphone, like an old-fashioned telephone booth.

Artyom got into the hazmat suit, which was so baggy that it didn't look like his own at all.

He took out the rubber gas mask from his backpack, put it on his head with difficulty, blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust to the blurry oval eyepiece, and then took off the microphone: "Ready."

After a while of clicking, the iron wall—actually an airtight door—slowly rose.

A gust of clammy wind rushed in, and Artyom shivered.He put the backpack on his back. The backpack was so heavy that it felt like he was carrying a big living person.

The stairs extending upward seem to have no end, and the steps have been worn smooth by the soles of shoes.

The subway station of the exhibition hall is located 60 meters below the surface, and the power of the aerial bomb just cannot reach it.

Of course, if Moscow had been hit by a nuclear warhead, it would have turned into a big foundation pit long ago.

However, all the nuclear warheads were intercepted by the anti-missile system deployed high in the city, and only some fragments rained into the soil.

Although it has strong radiation, at least it will not explode.

Moscow survived as a result, but it was like a living pharaoh turned into a mummy: hands and feet are still there, and even a smile...

As for other cities without anti-missile defenses, they are not so lucky.

Artyom adjusted his backpack, made a sign of the cross on his chest, tightened the too loose belt with his thick fingers, and walked up.
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"So our goal now is to find Hunter?" Sasha asked Alcorn half a step behind, looking at his profile.

Alcorn said without squinting: "Yes, our primary goal is to go to the ground and find Caspian Sea. But before we go, we need to find Hunter."

"Why are you looking for him? It was because he didn't listen to my advice before that led to Leonid's death." Sasha heard that Alcorn was going to find Hunter, and was full of reluctance, so she began to complain.

In the end, when I realized that I mentioned a name that shouldn't be mentioned, my voice became smaller and smaller, and my tone became weaker and weaker.

As if Alcorn didn't hear Sasha's complaint, he still said to himself: "Because Hunter is very important to me, and going to Caspian this time, it will be easier for him to join the team and find Caspian. "

Then he took Sasha's hand, turned his head to look at each other, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I will protect you well. This trip to the Caspian Sea, we will find our own paradise .”

Sasha stopped talking after listening.

It's just the paradise Alcorn talks about. After what happened to Leonid's Ark, he no longer has high expectations for it.

The reality is right in front of you.

Even the ark that Leonid spent many years looking for, which was passed on by word of mouth by the subway residents, was just a legend in the book, a joke after dinner.

Not to mention the outside world?

Before that, I learned from Leonid and Homer many times that there was still a war going on outside.

It's not safe outside, not only is there a high level of radiation, but also there are endless mutant beasts that are enough to kill him easily.

Perhaps only the inside of the subway is safe! ?
After all, it has become a system now, and you can be self-sufficient in what you eat, so why do you have to work hard to go outside?

Sasha thought numbly, she didn't realize that she was also a person who yearned for the outside world, and was also an adventurer.

But after experiencing so many things, Sasha's thinking has already undergone subtle changes.

Feeling the warmth from her palms, Sasha came back to her senses.

Now that I am Alcorn's person, my negative attitude should not affect Alcorn.

I should support him and believe in him.

Although I have grievances against Hunter, I shouldn't transfer it to Alcorn.

Alcorn had told himself that Hunter had saved him many times and taught him many things.

And now Hunter can still be saved.

(End of this chapter)