Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 205 Resources
At this moment, a few peddlers flew past, and the tin bucket clanged. Liao Ha just wanted to catch up, but stopped again.

It seemed to him that it was more interesting to be with these two curmudgeon tourists.

"This is an interesting business of yours," Homer teased.

"Don't tell me, sir," Liao Ha frowned, "Not just anyone can be a manager, you have to be talented."

"broker?"

"Yes, those like me and those over there are all agents. Otherwise, what do you think?"

Homer couldn't answer—he was trying to hold back a laugh, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

At this moment, Artem noticed a sudden change in Homer's expression.

His face became cold, frightened, and like a dead man. He looked past the agent and stared at something next to him.

"Believe it or not," Leoha continued to Homer, who was deaf, "Dung, I tell you, it's the blood of the economy. What do mushrooms grow on? What do the tomatoes at Sevastopol station fertilize? So Say, don't look down on the big dung..."

Every time Liaoha paused, Homer nodded mechanically, and at the same time, leaning sideways, slowly walked away from Lioha and walked past Artyom.

Artyom traced his trajectory with his eyes, but was still baffled.

A few steps away from them stood a thin, light-haired girl kissing a fat agent who was quietly kicking his dung bucket aside so as not to spoil the view.

It is to the lovers that Homer's hesitant step is directed.

"Tell me, can we make a lot of money?" After losing the audience of the old man, Liao Ha immediately turned to Artyom.

Homer walked up to the couple and awkwardly picked the right angle so he could see the face of the person making out.

Did he recognize anyone?

But after all, the old man did not dare to separate the two mouths that were stuck together.

"What are you doing?" The fat man noticed the old man with the flesh on the back of his neck and shouted angrily, "Are you sick, old man?"

The face of the girl who had stopped kissing was sweat-stained and wrinkled like the sucker of a leech just pulled from her arm.

This was not the face the old man was looking for, Artyom saw it right away.

"I'm sorry," said the old man.

"Go away!" said Leech Woman.

With a gloomy expression, Homer, who couldn't calm down, walked back to Artyom and Leoha. "Wrong person." He explained.

But Artyom decided not to ask anything: rashly unscrewing the valve of the old man's emotion might break the screw thread.

Homer said to himself: "Of course she won't... absolutely impossible with this kind of person... old fool..."

Artyom ignored Homer and asked Liaoha: "What, is it possible that you still lost money?"

"Will you pay for it or not... Hansa has to deduct half of the tax for each batch of goods, and now it's even more... those quarantines."

The so-called "Hanseatic" is the name of the Circle Station Alliance.

Any goods coming from all directions on the metro had to pass through Hanseatic markets and customs.

Rather than risking their lives across the entire subway, many dealers prefer to transport their goods to the nearest market at the intersection of the ring line and the radial line and sell them to local merchants.

The payment received is usually deposited on the spot in a Hanseatic bank to avoid being wiped by jealous strongmen in the dark tunnel.

Those who insist on shipping goods themselves will inevitably end up paying high taxes.

Therefore, no matter how poor other stations are, Hanseatic is always rich.

No force in the whole subway can issue orders to Hanseatic, which makes the Hanseatic citizens proud and makes all other platforms feel helpless.

From the center of the platform, it can be seen that a long line of railcars carrying goods extends to the section. These railcars are not allowed to enter Riga Station.

The whole business of the broker is to snap up goods from the northern tunnel and sell them to the southern tunnel.

Next, the goods belong to others.

"The whole business is at a standstill," Leoha complained. "They're killing the entrepreneurs, the bastards, the goddamn monopolies. People want to work hard, but they can't! Who gave them the power to get rich from us? Why are our waists tired and they have a big belly? This is oppression, damn it! If we let free trade, the entire subway would have prospered together!"

Artyom suddenly felt fond of the young man and even ignored the smell.He wanted to continue the topic.

"The Hanseatic life was fine," he recalls. "Once, I was doing forced labor at the Pavelets station on the ring line, cleaning toilets. I was sentenced to work for a year, but after a week I was sentenced to work." Ran."

Liao Ha nodded and said, "You've been baptized."

Artyom went on to say: "The feces were thrown into the sewage pit or the shaft, and they were not going to sell them at all."

Liao Ha sneered displeasedly: "They are rich."

Liao Ha took out the cigarette case, which contained cut cigarette paper and a small packet of tobacco leaves.He offers them a cigarette, Homer refuses, Artyom accepts.

He leaned under the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and read the letters on the paper carefully before rolling his cigarette.

It was a yellowed page with neat block letters.

But the paper is torn by hand, and the people who tear the paper operate according to the specifications of cigarette paper, not for people to read.

I saw it written endlessly:

And young Gravity:
Unleash the power of the few.

……

Get ready to live in times like:
There are no jackals or demons there.

……

The sky bears the future,

Wheat grows on the earth.

……

Unlike today's victors,
Around the ancient cemetery,
Broken the dragonfly's wings...

The text happened to be broken at the "wing".

Artyom placed tobacco leaves on the meaningless text, carefully rolled it into a tube, glued it with saliva, and borrowed fire from Liaoha.

Liao Ha lit an alcohol lighter modified from bullet casings.The paper smells good when it burns, but the tobacco leaves are terrible.

"Why, do you have to go to Heping Avenue Station?" Liao Ha squinted his eyes from the smoke, and asked in a low voice.

"To the Hanseatic. Yes, we must."

"Do you have a visa?"

"Have."

The two took another deep puff of their cigarettes, and Homer coughed, but Artyom didn't care.

"How much are you going to pay?"

"You make an offer."

"It's not me who set the price, brother, the people over there set it, I can only recommend it for you."

"Then you recommend me."

Liao Ha proposed to have a drink before leaving, in the noisy local bar with the "Last Time" sign.

But Artyom refused. He knew what the wine was made of.

The price was negotiated: ten bullets, delivered to the place and recommended.

"You are really sincere, so how about it, if you can reach Hansa smoothly, this account will be regarded as the private account of the two of us."

Artyom nodded.

This is an exchange.

Liao Ha could see Artyom's concern. "I know you're afraid of some trap, but I promise nothing will happen."

"I don't trust them."

Liao Ha said: "They won't do that. My friend, along the way you can see the prosperity of the Hanseatic and the distance between us, which is twice as long as ours. I guarantee that there will be no problems."

Artyom was silent.

"I will arrange everything for you so that you can enjoy noble treatment in Hanse without paying any fees." Liao Ha added.

Artyom shook his head: "I will pay the money myself, your things are yours, I don't want them."

Liao Ha laughed: "I lent you this money voluntarily, you have no reason to refuse me, and I don't want this money anymore, so it should be considered that I lent you."

"No money." Artyom refused again, "I can't, this is yours, you should keep it."

Liao Ha smiled and said, "If you don't want it, just throw it away."

Artyom did not argue further.

This man is very strange, he can always grab other people's sore feet, then pinch them hard, and then crush them with one blow.

This is a dreaded opponent.

"Okay, here we go."

"Hmm." Artyom replied, and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he heard Liao Ha's voice behind him.

"Brother, we are friends and I hope we always will be."

Artyom did not know what to say.

Liao Ha looked at Artyom's leaving figure with a sneer on his lips. He thought to himself: "This business is really profitable. I will definitely expand it."

Artyom left the subway station, he found a secluded corner to hide, he looked at the familiar subway entrance in the distance, his face became serious.

He knew it was a tough fight.

He will no longer despise anyone as he used to, and everyone has their own weaknesses.

He would keep an eye on him and see his weaknesses before deciding whether to take action.

At the subway entrance, Artyom meets Homer who happens to be on the subway.

The two looked at each other.

Homer ignored Artyom and rushed towards the crowd in front of him.

“Homer?! Why did this old man appear here!”

Artyom exclaimed in his heart.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Artyom followed, watching Homer's expression as he followed, and he noticed that Homer quickly merged into the crowd and disappeared.

An ominous premonition rose in Artyom's heart.

He followed the flow of people and finally arrived at the subway station.

The subway entrance was already crowded with people, Artyom wanted to blend in with the crowd, but found it was already too late.

He saw Homer emerge from the crowd and walk off into the distance.

Artyom felt anxious, he caught up a few steps forward, and shouted: "Homer, wait, we have something to discuss!"

Homer ignored Artyom and walked away quickly.

"What's going on here?" Artyom muttered to himself, looking at Homer who was fading away.

Not reconciled, he chased Homer again.

In the crowded street he bumped into three or four people in a row who cursed at him.

"What are you doing, don't you want to live?"

"That's right, get out of here."

"Damn it, are you sick?!"

"Ouch, you killed someone!"

People were accusing Artyom, and Artyom was very upset. At this time, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, could it be that those dark forces did something to Homer, causing Homer to have angry? !

Thinking of this, Artyom suddenly stopped, not daring to go any further.

He thought of Liao Ha's words.

Liao Ha told him that those dark forces would not only hurt him, they would even hurt Homer.

He didn't know if his guess was right, but he had to admit that he was already worried about Homer's safety.

This is not the way to go!

Continue like this!

Artyom was anxious, and he began to regret that he should not have been so stubborn just now.

If he compromises, he can still find an excuse not to participate in this operation, but now, he can only keep up.

He knew that if he didn't follow Homer, Homer would be killed by the dark forces soon.

But Artyom wasn't sure if Homer knew what those dark ones were doing to her.

Artyom did not want to gamble.

"I must prevent this from happening!" He said to himself.

Artyom moved through the crowd.He wanted to find someone, but he didn't find the target, so he could only keep looking forward with his own memory.

Faces appeared in Artyom's mind.

These people were all his former friends or enemies, they were close or hated, and they even helped him, but now they are no longer friends, only hatred remains.

Artyom wanted to find them, he didn't want his former friends to be killed, but he didn't know where to start.

When he was anxious, he suddenly saw two people, one was Homer, and the other was his companion Jack.

"Jack!!" Artyom yelled.

Jack turned and looked at Artyom.

Jack didn't speak, he just looked at Artyom quietly.

With a roar, Artyom threw himself on Jack.

"Ah!!" Jack screamed loudly.

He took a step back and pushed Artyom away.

Artyom fell to the ground. When he raised his head, there were blood stains on his face.

"Jack!!" he yelled, pounced again.

Jack hurriedly moved away, and he said loudly: "You are crazy, if you dare to take a step closer to me, I will be rude to you!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Artyom rushed towards him suddenly.

With a "snap" punch, Jack was punched in the chest. Jack was knocked away and fell to the ground. He covered his chest and got up, his face pale.

"Are you crazy? Why are you hurting me!" Jack yelled, glaring at Artyom.

"Jack, I'm Artyom, I'm your friend, why did you kill me?" Artyom asked angrily.

"What?" Jack's eyes widened. "Who are you? You are"

"I am Artyom!" shouted Artyom, "I am your best friend, best brother!"

Jack was stunned, he stood there for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, he said loudly: "You are Artyom?"

"I am!"

"Haha, that's great." Jack said happily, "So you are Artyom, I thought someone else was impersonating you."

Artyom looked at Jack suspiciously, and Jack smiled and said, "I'm Jack! I'm your friend Jack, we became friends two years ago."

"Jack, why did you kill me?!"

"Your words are too hurtful, why should I harm you? You are my friend, you are my good friend, I will not only protect you, but also help you, don't you forget the friendship between the two of us up?"

"No, you lied to me!" Artem shook his head.

"Artyom, I'm not lying to you. We are friends. Have you forgotten the oath between us? You once said that no matter what mistakes I make, you will forgive me and forgive me regardless of past grudges!!"

"impossible!"

Artyom shook his head resolutely, a word came to his mind.

betray! !
Yes, betrayal! ! !

He didn't expect that when he and Jack had such a good relationship, Jack would actually shoot at him. This kind of thing is unique and absolutely not allowed to happen!
Artyom said angrily: "You really disappointed me, I didn't expect you to be so vicious!"

"No, you are wrong!" Jack said loudly, "You can't blame me for this. If you want to blame it, blame yourself. If you want to blame it, blame it on yourself. If you want to blame it, blame you for being too stupid and being taken advantage of too easily!!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it, and I won't believe it for the rest of my life!" cried Artyom.

"I know you won't believe it." Jack sneered, "but I have to make you believe it, otherwise, we will never contact each other again, and I don't want to see you again!!"

After Jack finished speaking, he turned and ran.

Artyom wanted to catch Jack, but he reluctantly gave up.

Artyom stood on the spot, staring blankly at the direction of Jack's departure, his eyes became dull, a strong sense of failure poured into Artyom's heart, he knew he had lost.

Lost to his friend Jack.

"I'm so stupid, how could I think he's still the same Jack? The former Jack would never be so cruel, never so despicable!! I'm so stupid, how could I be so stupid? How could I treat him as What about friends?!" Artyom kept asking himself in his heart.

(End of this chapter)