Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 36
He remembered the nightmare he had just had. He could no longer remember the details. All he could remember was the vague and terrifying faceless child, the boundless darkness under the sky, and that voice...

He couldn't keep thinking about it.

He heard the familiar ghastly scream and the rustle of claws ahead, and then the choking smell of rotting flesh.

When the weak light shone on the place where the sound came from, they saw a horrific scene that made Su Mengfan feel that it was better to return to the Red Army.

Against the wall, three bloated corpses lay face down, their hands tied behind their backs, and the corpses were being eaten by rats.

Su Mengfan covered his nose with the sleeve of his jacket to avoid smelling the sweet and poisonous gas. He bent down and shined a flashlight on the corpses.

Their clothes were all taken off, and there were no obvious injuries on their bodies, but their hair was covered with blood, especially near the holes of the guns.

"On the back of the head," Su Mengfan pointed out, trying to keep his voice calm. He felt like he would suddenly vomit.

Mikhail Porfilevich opened his mouth half-open, and his eyes began to shine.

"What have they done, my God, what have they done!" he said, sighing.

"Vanichka, don't look, don't look, come here!"

But Vaniechka showed no signs of uneasiness, squatting beside the nearest corpse, howling and pointing at it.

The light of the flashlight illuminated a dirty piece of paper in the corner. It was placed at the eye level of the corpse. It had the words "Fourth Reich" on it and a picture of an eagle.

It reads in Russian: "Black animals are not allowed within a radius of 300 meters of the Great Empire!"

The same "Do not throw away" sign is marked with a black border, and the villain has crossed it out.

"Bastard!" Su Mengfan said through gritted teeth, "Just because they have different colored hair?"

The old man just shook his head sadly, and pulled Vanechka by the collar to pull him up, while Vanechka was busy studying the corpse and did not want to be pulled up from where he was squatting.

"I see that our printing presses are still working," said Mikhail Porfilevitch sadly, and walked on.

They walked more slowly. Two minutes later, the words "2 meters" they saw were painted on the wall with red paint.

"There's still 300 meters left to leave the country." Su Mengfan said anxiously listening to the echo of dogs barking in the distance.

After leaving the station and walking about 100 meters, they were stopped by a bright light and stopped.

"Stop! Hands on your head!" a voice roared through the speakers.

Su Mengfan obediently put her hands behind her head, while Mikhail Porfilevich raised her hands in the air.

"I said, everyone put your hands on your heads! Come over slowly and don't make any sudden movements." The voice continued.

Su Mengfan couldn't see who was talking, because the light was shining on his eyes, so he could only look down to avoid pain.

They walked a little way in small steps, then were asked to stop, and the searchlight finally turned aside.

There was a barricade erected, two machine gunners, and a guy with a holster on his belt, all in camouflage and black berets on their shaved heads.

They all wore white armbands - the pattern on it looked like the German Taibao emblem, but with three prongs instead of four.

Some dark figures can be seen in the distance, and there is a restless dog at their feet.

The surrounding walls are painted with crosses, eagles, slogans and curses for non-Russians.

All this confused Su Mengfan, because some of it was written in German.

In one prominent place, the mark reappears beneath a board with the outline of an eagle and the three-pronged Taibao logo, with the unfortunate little black man on it.

Su Mengfan felt that this was a religious symbol for them.

One of the guards stepped forward, lit the long torch, and raised it to head height.

He walked slowly around the three men, looking at their faces, trying to pick out non-Slavic features.

But they all looked Russian, and the guard took the torch away and shrugged, disappointed.

"Certificate," he said.

Su Mengfan handed over the prepared passport, and Mikhail Porfilevich rummaged through the bag three times before finally finding his.

"Where is that guy's ID?" the older guard asked, nodding his chin at Vanechka in disgust.

"You see, what happened is this, that boy..." the old man began to explain.

"An-quiet! You have to call me Sergeant! Answer the question!" the papers inspector yelled at him, his torch dancing.

"Officer, look, that boy is sick. He doesn't have a passport. He's still young, but he's following me. Let me show you..."

Mikhail Porfilevich began to talk nonsense, looking at the police officer flatteringly, trying to see a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

But that man stood straight and stiff, like a rock, and his face was also like a rock, Su Mengfan felt that he wanted to kill a few people to relieve his hatred.

"Where's the picture?" the officer asked, flipping through the pages of the passport.

Vaniechka had stood there silently up to now, watching the dog nervously, laughing now and then.

However, Su Mengfan saw him uneasily, and he now turned to the document prosecutor, baring his teeth and howling maliciously.

Su Mengfan was so scared that he forgot that he hated that person too, and wanted to kick him hard.

The papers inspector took a step back involuntarily, stared at Vaniechka unceremoniously, and said: "Stop it now, or I'll make you stop."

"Please forgive him, officer, he doesn't know what he's doing." Su Mengfan was surprised to hear himself say.

Mikhail Porfilevich looked at him gratefully, and the document prosecutor quickly looked at Su Mengfan's passport, returned it to him, and said coldly, "You're fine, let's go."

Su Mengfan took a few steps forward and then stopped, feeling that his legs were not working properly.

The ID prosecutor turned away from him and asked the other two people about the photo.

"You see, the thing is like this..." Mikhail Porfilevich explained stumblingly, "Officer, there is no cameraman where we live. It costs a lot of money to take pictures at other stations. I don't have money to take pictures... …”

"Take off your clothes!" the prosecutor interrupted him.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Mikhail Porfilevitch's voice trembled, and his legs began to tremble.

Su Mengfan took his backpack and put it on the ground, without thinking about what he was doing.

There are things you don't want to do, you promise yourself not to do them, you forbid yourself to do them, and then suddenly it happens.

You don't even have time to think, it doesn't even reach the cognitive centers of your brain, it just happens.

You can only look at yourself in amazement, convincing yourself that it's not your fault, it just happened.

If those people took off both of their clothes and took them to the tunnel 300 meters like the others.

Su Mengfan would take his gun out of his bag, set it to automatic fire, and kill as many of these beasts disguised as humans until he himself was knocked down.

At this point, nothing else makes any sense.

It didn't matter that he had only known Mikhail and Vanitchka for a day, and it didn't matter that they might kill him too.

How does the task go about accomplishing it?

There was no time to think about what would happen next.

Some things just get easier when you don't think about them.

"Undressed!" the man repeated word for word, "Search!"

"But please..." Mikhail Porfilevich said vaguely.

"An-quiet!" cried the man again, "Come on!" He reinforced his words with gestures, and drew the gun from its holster.

The old man hurriedly began to unbutton his coat, and the ID inspector put his gun away and watched quietly as the old man took off his sweater, hopped off his boot awkwardly on one foot, and undid his belt buckle with a swing.

"Come on!" the officer yelled.

"I'm fat...you see..." Mikhail Porfilevitch began, but the papers inspector finally lost his patience and smashed the old man's teeth with the butt of his pistol.

Su Mengfan rushed forward to help, but two strong arms grabbed him from behind, and he tried to break free but failed.

Something unexpected happened.

Vaniechka was half the height of the thug in the black beret, but suddenly he bared his teeth and ran towards him, roaring.

The thug didn't expect the poor kid to run so fast, and Vaniechka managed to grab his left hand and even hit him in the chest.

But the officer reacted immediately, shook off Vaniechka, took a step back, reached out for the pistol, and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed in the tunnel and echoed in their ears, but Su Mengfan thought he could still hear Vanechka sobbing softly as she sat on the ground.

He leaned over and put his hands on his stomach. The police officer kicked him, looked at him with disgust, and pulled the trigger on his head.

"I warned you." He looked coldly at Mikhail Porfilevich, who stood still and looked at Vanychka in shock.

At this time, Su Mengfan's eyes went dark, and he felt a strong force in his body, pushing him to run forward. The soldier who was grabbing him from behind was almost dragged to the ground by him.

The time was extended for Su Mengfan. He had enough time to grab the handle of the machine gun, open the safety, and shoot directly at the police officer's chest from his backpack.

Now, he saw with satisfaction that a row of black holes appeared on the camouflage green...

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