Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 204 Trading
"Where are we going now, are we going to find the bald head?" Sasha was sitting opposite Alcorn, with her hands on the rocker, breathing heavily, and the sweat dripping on the opposite side made Alcorn's heart itch. .

"Well, we will arrive at Metropolitan Station in a short time. Maybe you haven't been there yet?" Alcorn looked tenderly at Yi Ren opposite.

And he took out an old water bottle in his bag with one hand, handed it to Sasha and said, "Drink a little, let's rest for a while, now there are not so many dark creatures in the subway."

After the two left from Lusakov, they embarked on their way to the Metropolitan Station to find Hunter again.

Before leaving, Lusakov also firmly assured Alcorn that he would fight for the liberation of mankind in his life.

As for that information, I also informed Alcorn in advance that if interested people would be selected, this information would be selectively disclosed.

I also hope that Alcorn can find that place and contact him in time.

In this way, the combination of the inside and the outside, and each fulfilling its responsibilities, can better make the subway human beings live better.

At the same time, some food and ammunition were given to the two of Alcorn, and a handcart was also provided, so that the two of Alcorn could find their destination faster.

And take this to express that the friendship between the two will last forever and they will fight for the common goal.

It didn't take long for Alcorn and Sasha to arrive at the Met Station.

Although Alcorn and Alcorn's IDs have long since disappeared, Alcorn still has the iron plate that Hunter left for him before.

The iron sign worked again here, and the guard at the Metropolitan Station led Alcorn to a room.

Not long after, Alcorn saw Olmedo walk in.

Looking at the Spartan Ranger warrior who came in front of him, his eyes narrowed instantly.

Alcorn did not expect that Olmedo in front of him would change so much.

It seemed that he had suffered serious injuries, and he was sitting in a wheelchair, with only two legs and one hand still able to move.

What is obviously visible is that one of Olmedo's sleeves is hanging down. It seems that he lost an arm during the previous struggle with the Hanseatic Alliance.

The other arm was also tightly bound with a bandage and hung around his neck.

There was a pile of medicinal herbs on his left shoulder, black or yellow, and with an unpleasant smell, it seemed that he was recovering.

Although he wasn't numb or dead, it looked like his arm had lost strength, and it would take a long time before he regained his ability to move.

And Olmedo's face also has a scar mark, extending down from the brow to the corner of the mouth.

This tragic scene was even more tragic than the second time I saw Hunter.

Olmedo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed by Schaefer behind him.

Alcorn nodded to say hello to the other party, and the latter saw that the smile on Alcorn's face never disappeared. It seemed that he wanted to pull Alcorn aside quickly and have a good chat about what happened to Alcorn recently.

After all, Schaefer is Solomon's guard here, and his daily work follows Solomon's elders.

There was no chance to go out, even when the Spartan Rangers were fighting the Hanseatic League, Schaefer was protecting the elders in the underground cellar.

He has always wanted to go out for adventure, but he has never been able to do so.

After Alcorn told him his adventure story before, he made him look forward to Alcorn's story even more.

"Ah!" At this moment, Sasha, who had brought a change of clothes from outside, came back, and saw a person who was more terrifying than a bald head in front of her.He yelled out all at once.

Alcorn nodded apologetically to Olmedo, who grinned and looked even more ferocious.

After laughing, he said, "After a while, you go to the meeting room, where the Great Elder is waiting for you. After you finish your work, go to him, he has something to tell you."

After speaking, he asked Schaefer behind him to push himself out.

Sasha apologized for the behavior just now and bowed to Olmedo.

The latter just smiled and didn't say anything.

After Olmedo and Schaefer left, Sasha handed the clothes in her arms to Alcorn and said, "The people here are so warm and they gave me a lot of clothes."

"Here you go, put it on quickly. Are you going to find the elder later?" After saying that, he closed the door and changed his clothes.

Alcorn hugged Sasha from behind and slid her limp body into his arms.

And Sasha didn't resist lying in Alcorn's arms, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Alcorn looked at the beauty in his arms with a smile on his face, and then hugged her up on his own.

…………

After a few hours.

…………

Alcorn saw the beauty in his arms fell asleep, with his fingers in his mouth, curled up like a sleeping kitten.

It looks so pitiful, it makes people want to hold her in her arms and love her.

Alcorn supported Sasha's head with one hand, and pulled his other arm out from under her head.

Then he carefully piled up the scattered clothes on the bed, and found out his own clothes.

Gently put the clothes on, trying not to wake Sasha up.

Then he quietly left the room.

After walking out of the room, he walked towards the conference room refreshed.

Pedestrians on the road were all nervous, and it seemed that they hadn't recovered from the war.

Alcorn looked around but saw neither Hunter nor Miller.It should be out to do a task.

As for my younger brother and sister-in-law Anna, they should be standing there at the All-Russian Exhibition Hall now.

I really look forward to the day I meet him, and I know that Artyom has been obsessed with going to the ground, and I believe there are other people living outside.

Then he walked to the meeting room. Although he hadn't been here for a long time, the characteristic building in front of him was still easy to recognize.

When I walked to the door, I saw Schaefer holding a gun and standing guard at the door.

As soon as the latter saw Alcorn, he immediately came towards him.

He smiled and said: "You are here, yo. Seeing you like this, don't you enjoy it? There is such a beautiful beauty with you, unlike me, only some stinky old men are with you." Laughed at Alcorn with a wretched smile.

Then I saw Alcorn saying nothing, just looking at him without speaking.

Then most of the excitement was lost, and he said: "Okay, it's still so boring. Hurry up and go in, the Great Elder has been waiting for you for a long time."

After Alcorn nodded, he opened the door and walked into the conference room.
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"Did you take a poop?"

Before the patrols, the first to meet them was a young man with short hair, high cheekbones, and car ears.

The eyes are a little cross-eyed, and the color is the color of cement like the sky.

The leather jacket on his body didn't fit well, his shirt was open, and a large Jesus tattoo was exposed on his chest, and he was gazing out calmly and confidently from the cross.

The young man had a tin bucket between his legs and a bag on his shoulders. When he patted the young man lightly, he immediately made a seductive jingle sound.

"I offer the best price!"

Previously, above this metro station was the Riga Market, which was famous throughout the city for its high-quality and cheap roses.

Back then, when the air defense sirens sounded, people had only 7 minutes to react fully: make sure this was not a drill, pull out their IDs, and run into the nearest subway station.

The clever flower vendors were closest to the subway entrance. They used their elbows to push aside the panicked crowd and were the first to dive underground.

When the question of how to make a living underground was presented to them, they opened the airtight door, removed the corpses blocking the door, returned to their own flower market, and retrieved roses and tulips.

The flowers are wilted, but more than enough for dried flower decorations.

In this way, the people of Riga Station have been in the dried flower business for a long time.

Although these dried flowers contain mold and radiation, people buy them without hesitation. After all, these are the most beautiful things that can be found in the subway.

You know, people have to continue to love and mourn, how can we do without flowers?
With dried flowers, with the remembrance of happiness that seems like yesterday but gone forever, the Riga station spreads its wings.

But you can't grow new flowers in the ground. Flowers are not mushrooms, not humans, and they cannot do without sunlight.

And the seemingly inexhaustible flowers on the ground have finally dried up.

There is a crisis.

The Riga station people, who were used to a good life, finally had to reduce their rations, and even fell to the point of eating rats—just like other hopeless stations.

But business savvy came to their rescue once again.

They weighed various opportunities, calculated the advantages of their geographical location, and proposed a deal to the neighbor Exhibition Hall Station to the north.

They buy excess pig manure and then sell it to other stations that grow mushrooms as fertilizer.

Exhibition Hall Station accepted the offer - they had plenty of shit.

In this way, the Riga Station, which was about to be extinguished by poverty, was revived again.

The new product tastes bad, but it is more solid and reliable.

Not only can it be mass-produced, but more new products can be added on top of it.

But it's just in its infancy now, and many things are planned and not realized.

Moreover, in these difficult times, the people of Riga station can't be picky.

"Guys, what's going on? You're out of stock?" the short-haired guy asked in disappointment after taking a preliminary look at the visitors.

At this time, other people with iron buckets also ran over and shouted:
"Collect the shit!"

"Is there any big shit? High price!"

"One bullet per kilogram!"

The settlement currency here is the same as the entire subway, which is AK automatic rifle bullets. This is the only hard currency today.

Bullet is the only credibility here. He can not only save people, but also kill people.

But the purchasing power of bullets is inefficient, and lots of bullets are needed for many things.

But what is certain is that as the bullet is consumed, its significance will become more important, although there are tools and methods for making bullets now.

However, it is far inferior to the previous craft.

And those bullets are kept in the collections of the powerful people there.

The ruble lost its potency in the first place — what guarantees its value in an underground world where credit is worthless and states no longer exist?
Bullets are another matter.

Paper money has long since been smoked, and larger denominations are preferred over smaller denominations because they are cleaner, burn better, and emit less smoke.

Coins became a toy for poor children who couldn't handle bullet casings.

Today, the measure of all commodities is the bullet.

A kilogram of dung can only be exchanged for one bullet at the Riga station, but three bullets at the Sevastopol station.

Naturally, not everyone is willing to do this business, but that's okay, the fewer people do it, the less competition there will be.

"Hey, Liao Ha, get out of here! I'm the first here!" A dark-skinned bearded boy pushed the boy with the Jesus tattoo away, and the boy backed away without saying a word.

"Where are you going, huh? You think you run into them in the tunnel first, and the shit is all yours?" Another bald man with a purple face also jumped over.

"Look, there are no rules for newcomers!" Someone else booed.

"Okay, big brothers, what are you doing... Anyway, they are empty cars!" The young man argued.

"let me see!"

The young man named Liao Ha smelled it right. There was not a single piece of shit in the "Tang Tang Yu Tang" car.

After Artyom and Homer got out of the car, "Tentangent" spread his hands innocently: "My cargo is finished!" After saying that, he turned around and drove into the darkness, whistling ugly.

The patrol soldiers routinely checked the visitors and let them go. The big dung dealers who had gathered dispersed one after another, leaving only the first one—Liao Ha.

It can be seen that he needs business the most.

"Would you like a tour, guys? We've got something to see. When was the last time you saw a train? We have a train hotel, deluxe! Live! In the corridor! I can get a deal!"

"I know this place like the back of my hand," said Artyom sincerely, and walked forward, while Homer kicked behind him.

Riga Station was originally painted in two festive colors - red and yellow - but to discover this, you have to use your fingernails to remove the layer of grease that covers all the tiles on the platform.

A tunnel is blocked by a dead subway train, and the carriages are converted into hotels.

The second tunnel is the supply line for all life on the platform.

"And you know our pub? It's new. Home brewed, top quality. As for the ingredients, it's also made from—"

"Stop!" Artyom quickly blocked his mouth.

"So... guys, you have to have some fun, right? The Heping Avenue Station is blocked, quarantined. The tracks are blocked horizontally, and the machine gunners are on duty with dogs. Don't you know?"

Artyom shrugged: "So what, is there no way to accommodate?"

Liao Ha snorted coldly: "Go and accommodate yourself. The Hanseatics are engaged in a campaign against corruption. You just hit the gun. Those who took bribes were released after all. After all, they are their own people, but You have to find a scapegoat, right?"

"Why is it closed?"

"It was said that there was some kind of mushroom disease, mold or something. I don't know if it was airborne or brought in by outsiders. So everything was suspended."

"It's for me," Artyom muttered, "I don't want to go in."

"What?" Liao Ha asked, frowning.

"I have tossed these mushrooms," said Artyom.

"I understand," Liao Ha seemed to agree, "Tossing mushrooms is the most boring thing."

(End of this chapter)