Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 31 The Old Man
Su Mengfan tore part of the wound open, and then began to goug it out.

The moment the knife entered the flesh and blood, Su Mengfan's pain suddenly increased several times.

If it was already a heart-piercing pain to scratch the wound with a knife before, then the scene of gouging out the wound with a non-bending knife now is hell.

At this moment, Su Mengfan was concentrated by the pain from the wound, and now his mind is full of pain, and he has no heart to think about other things.

It felt like the knife hit something hard, it must have been a bullet.

In the end, it was forcefully gouged out, leaving some flesh and blood.

Su Mengfan put the knife in her hand, took a deep breath, and continued to reach for the second bullet.

Pull out the second bullet in the same way.

Su Mengfan laughed when he saw the bullets on the ground, and finally laughed so much that he grabbed the wound.

That's when I realized it wasn't over yet.

In order to prevent wound inflammation, it is necessary to carry out the last step.

This kind of thing has never been done in the previous life or in this life. It has only been seen in the tough guys in the movies.

But that's just a movie after all, at least there are security guarantees.But now, not only did he have no security, but no one would show up to help him afterwards.

Su Mengfan looked ahead and took a deep breath.

He let out a foul breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the resentment and unwillingness he had suffered since he came to this world.

After a simple deep breath.

Then began the next operation. In order to ensure that the wound did not become inflamed, Su Mengfan took out the magazine of the Kalashnikov submachine gun on the ground.

Get out a couple of 7.62mm caliber bullets.Then the bullet was disassembled and the gunpowder inside was poured on the wound.

Although I didn't understand the cold knowledge of the previous life, but the moment I came to this world and passed through this body, I was in a cold laboratory in my mind.

Many people in protective suits were studying something against themselves, linking all kinds of strange instruments to their bodies.

Then, from time to time, I will arrange people to give me some knowledge that was not easy to learn in my previous life-shooting, fighting, and learning about mutant illustrations and the distribution of subway forces.

In the previous life, these were cold knowledge, but here they are common sense.

Without these things, it is impossible to survive for a long time in this cruel mutant world.

To a certain extent, this knowledge is far more important than the meaning of thousands of books in the library.

After pouring the gunpowder, Su Mengfan turned on the bullet lighter and ignited the gunpowder.

The moment the gunpowder was ignited, Su Mengfan felt a heart-piercing pain. The cloth strip in his mouth had already lost its effect, his teeth had already bumped together, and blood began to slowly overflow from the corner of his mouth.

The ignited gunpowder burned quickly, and the skin next to the wound was already scorched, giving off a slight smell of barbecue.

Su Mengfan endured the pain, and wrapped the scorched wound with gauze circle by circle.

Finally, after finishing the work together, I couldn't exert any strength all over my body, so I leaned against the wall.

I rested for a while and regained some strength.

He packed up his things, and stood up tremblingly while leaning on the wall.

After all, this is the subway passage, not the inside of the subway station, so it is impossible to be in such a dangerous environment for a long time.

And it's not sure whether the evil spirits at Smolensk will catch up.

Su Mengfan walked to the corpses of those soldiers, and found that the corpses were so black that they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Scavenged what was usable: some coins, a few barely-usable bullets in the clips.

Stuffed it in the backpack at will, and walked forward while leaning on the wall.

Fortunately, the road is relatively safe, and all living creatures have been swept away by the dark star that suddenly appeared before.

Along the way, Su Mengfan didn't encounter any dangerous mutants, nor did he encounter any living people.

After walking for who knows how long, Su Mengfan saw a subway station in front of him.

Hope was instantly ignited. With the subway station, as long as you spend some coins and bullets, you can find a place to rest and eat delicious food.

He couldn't help but licked his dry mouth and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At the subway station, Su Mengfan bought a tent from a businessman.

Now Su Mengfan no longer cares so much, the long-term pain has already made Su Mengfan's mental strength reach a peak, and he no longer has much physical strength to support himself to go on.

I ate some casually at the nearby restaurant, dealt with it briefly, and then went to the tent.

I'm so tired, I don't want to move anymore.

Su Mengfan didn't have the strength to take off his clothes, so he lay down directly.

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There was a sudden burst of gunfire, cutting through the joyously noisy air of the crowd, followed by a high-pitched female scream and the sound of a machine gun.

The fat restaurant owner took out a small pistol from under the counter and ran to the door of the tent.

Su Mengfan, who was awakened, jumped up, put the backpack on his shoulder, and pulled the safety of the pistol.

As he walked out, he regretted that he had already paid for the store in advance—he could have slipped away in this chaos, and the eighteen coins he spent here would be very useful in the near future.

Standing at the top of the stairs, he saw something terrible happening below.

And to get to where it happened, he had to push his way through the frenzied frenzy of frightened crowds rushing up the stairs.

Su Mengfan asked himself if he really wanted to pass through the chaotic and crowded crowd and go downstairs to have a look, but curiosity still defeated him.

In the aisle lay the bodies of men in leather jackets, and on the platform a dead woman lay face down in a pool of blood.

She fell at Su Mengfan's feet, and Su Mengfan quickly stepped over her, trying not to look down, but his foot slipped and almost fell.

The whole place was shrouded in fear. Half-naked people escaped from the tents, shouting hysterically and running in all directions.

One person was left behind, he was pulling up his trousers, his feet were still in the trouser legs, when suddenly he tripped over himself and fell to the side on his stomach.

Su Mengfan couldn't see where the bullets came from, the shooting was still going on, and a strong crowd in leather clothes was running from the other end of the hall, pushing aside the screaming women and the terrified vendors.

They were not the targets of the attack—the ones who were attacked were the gangsters who controlled the gathering place. Looking around the entire platform, it was impossible to see who was creating the massacre scene.

Su Mengfan understood why he didn't see anyone firing—the attackers were hiding in the tunnel and firing, and they obviously didn't want to show up in the open.

This made things a bit unusual, and there was no time to think: when these attackers thought there was no longer any resistance, they would come to the platform, and Su Mengfan had to leave immediately.

He gripped his gun tightly and ran forward, bullets whizzing past his shoulders.

Thunderous gunshots echoed through the arches, making it difficult to tell whether the shots were coming from the right or left tunnel.

Later, he finally found the figure hiding at the opening of the tunnel on the left.

Su Mengfan didn't see their faces, he only saw a black mass and felt the chill inside.

The attackers wore only one type of mask, a balaclava that can be bought at any arms market.

If you buy an AK-47, you even get one for free as a bonus.

The reinforcements from the subway station also arrived at this time. They lay on the ground and covered themselves behind the corpses to fight back.

They smashed the splints attached to the windows of the carriages and breached hidden machine gun emplacements.Fierce gun battles roared.

Su Mengfan tried his best to look up at the plastic board in the middle of the hall that marked the name of the station.

The attackers were attacking here from the direction Smolensk Station came from, so the road to Smolensk Station was cut off.

To get to Kiev station, he had to cross the burning station.

The only feasible way is to go to Smallgli station first.

Su Mengfan jumped onto the road and walked towards the blackened tunnel entrance where he could enter.

He wasn't the only one running towards this tunnel, almost half of the people who escaped were running towards this tunnel, and there was a cry of fear in it - a man was crying hysterically.

Torch lights flickered here and there, and there were even a few torches flickering, everyone trying to light their way for escape.

Su Mengfan took out the flashlight from his pocket, held the handle of the flashlight, used the flashlight's faint light to illuminate the path under his feet, rushed forward, and tried his best not to fall.

He caught up with escapees—families, lone women, old people, or young and healthy people running with packages that might not have belonged to them.

He stopped several times to help some who had fallen, and spent a while with one of them.

An old man sat down against the ribbed wall of the tunnel, his hair was already gray, his expression was pained, and he pressed his heart.

Beside him stood a boy, looking sullen and dull.

It was obvious from his bestial expression and cloudy eyes that this was not an ordinary child.

Seeing this strange pair, Su Mengfan felt his soul was touched, and although he didn't want to get into any trouble, he stopped.

The old man noticed that he and the child were attracting attention, he tried to smile and say something to Su Mengfan, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

He frowned, closed his eyes, and gathered his strength.

Su Mengfan bent down to hear what the old man had to say, but the boy suddenly let out a menacing growl, and Su Mengfan saw spittle coming out of his mouth, showing small yellow teeth.

Su Mengfan didn't want to be attacked, he backed away, and the boy also backed away, sat awkwardly on the track, and continued to yell from his throat.

"Young man," said the old man, struggling, "don't... he... he's Vaniechka... he... doesn't understand..."

Su Mengfan just shrugged.

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