Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 41 Heroes
The little-eyed guy said happily, "He's awake! Hey, hangman, what are they doing with you?"

He spoke completely without accented syllables, this person's pronunciation was no different from Su Mengfan and Cage's - it was a very strange voice - listening to pure Russian from such a strange person.

Su Mengfan couldn't get rid of the feeling that haunted him - this was a farce, the guy with small eyes was just moving his lips, while the guy with a beard or the guy in the leather jacket was talking behind him.

He reluctantly admitted, "I killed one of their officers."

The one with the high cheekbones said enthusiastically, "Oh, you're good! You're exactly the kind of guy we like! That's what they deserve!"

The big dark-skinned man sitting in front turned to Su Mengfan and frowned with respect, so Su Mengfan thought that the man must have said something wrong.

But he smiled happily and said: "That means our performance was not in vain." He also had such a perfect Russian accent that Su Mengfan was confused and didn't know what to think.

The handsome man in leather asked him, "Hero, what's your name?"

Su Mengfan introduced himself.

The handsome man pointed to the guy with small eyes: "I'm Lusakov, and this is Bonnsay."

The dark-skinned man grinned again and added: "I am Maxim, and this is Fyodor."

Finally, he also introduced the dog - Karatzipa.

Su Mengfan shook hands with them one by one, including Lusakov's strong and dry hand, Bonnsay's thin but strong hand, Maxim's big black shovel-like hand, and Fyodor's fat hand.

He was earnestly trying to remember their names, especially the difficult-to-pronounce "Kalazipa."

But it seems like they call each other by different names.

They called the important man "Captain," Maksimka "the dark-skinned one" or "Monba the beast," Bonnsay "the guy with the little eyes," and finally the one with the earmuffs. The bearded man was called "Uncle Fyodor".

Lusakov proudly declared: "Welcome to the First Combat Brigade of the Moscow Metropolitan!"

Su Mengfan thanked him, then fell silent and looked around.

The names of these people are very long, and the end of the words is something vague and unfamiliar to Su Mengfan.

"Brigade" reminded him of Zhenya's story about gangsters breaking the law near Shapolovskaya, and he was even more curious about the faces fluttering in the wind on the cloth.

He asked shyly, "Who is painted on your flag?" At the last moment before he spoke, he tried hard to insist that it was the "flag", so as not to call it "rags".

Bonnsay explained to him, "Brother, that's Nour Mehmet O'Brien."

Su Mengfan didn't understand: "Which O'Brien?" But seeing the anger in Lusakov's eyes and the mocking expression on Maximka's face at this moment, he realized that he had said something stupid.

The captain suddenly said word by word: "Nur Memet O'Brien—a great leader."

Although Su Mengfan still didn't understand, the captain's unhappy attitude was obvious, so he decided to keep silent with his eyes wide open enthusiastically.

After all, these people saved his life, and it would be rude to ignorantly throw a tantrum at them.

The welded beams of the tunnel flashed by with extreme swiftness, and in the time it took them to talk they had managed to fly over the half-empty station and stopped in the twilight of the tunnel.

Here, just to the side, there's a forking dead end, and they can stop now.

Rusakov said: "Let's see if those scum dare to chase us."

Now they had to talk quietly, for Rusakov and Karatsiipa had to listen for sounds coming from the darkness.

Su Mengfan asked, "Why did you do this? I mean, why did you save me?" He struggled to use the right words.

"It was a planned attack, we got word," Bonsay explained, smiling cryptically.

Su Mengfan asked: "Is it about me?"

Bonnsay made a negative gesture and said, "No, it's just general news.

We've heard that these Fourth Reichs are planning some kind of atrocity, so Cap decides to let us stop it.

Also, it's our mission to keep attacking and disrupting them. "

Maximka continued: "They did not set up roadblocks on the edge, not even bright torches, only some sentries equipped with simple firepower, so we dispersed them directly.

But unfortunately we had to use machine guns and there was a smoke bomb.

We're wearing masks, and we're taking you—bringing you back, the Metro hero who wiped out the chiefs of the Fourth Reich. "

Uncle Fyodor was silent, he was smoking some kind of weed with a pipe, and the smoke from the pipe was beginning to make his eyes go round.

He said suddenly, "Yes, my young friend, it's good to have saved you. Would you like some wine?"

He took out half a bottle of black stuff from an iron box, shook it and handed it to Su Mengfan.

It takes a lot of courage to take a sip—it feels like sandpaper in the throat, but it makes Su Mengfan feel as if a vise that has been clamped in his throat for 24 hours has loosened.

A few minutes later, Lusakov came back and informed them, "Everything is fine." With a calm expression on his handsome, masculine face, "We can take a break."

There was nothing to make a fire with, so they hung a small kettle on the camping stove and chopped up some cold pork, which the soldiers ate particularly deliciously.

When Bonnsay pushed the question to Rusakov, he said firmly: "No, Alcorn, we're not from the red line."

Pointing to the rag of a melancholy man with a long beard, he said: "Moskvin took Bonilla's position, betrayed the original intention of the city, officially abolished the inter-station work, and cut off the GM activities. support. He is a traitor, a compromiser."

Fyodor puffed on his own cigarette and said, "Aha, where did you get the firewood?"

Rusakov blushed and looked sharply at Uncle Fyodor.Fyodor just hissed mockingly a few times and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Su Mengfan couldn't figure out anything from the captain's explanation, except the main thing: these people didn't agree with the red line.

The damned Red Thread wanted to tie Mikhail Porfilevich's entrails to a stick and shoot him at the same time.

The thought calmed him down, and he blinked in an effort to impress. "Bonilla? That statue at the mausoleum station, right?"

But this time, he went too far.

Furious convulsions distorted Rusakov's handsome and brave face, Bonsay turned away, and even Uncle Fyodor frowned.

Su Mengfan hurriedly corrected: "Oh, no, that's not right, the one at the mausoleum station is the statue of Bueno!"

Rusakov finally stretched the serious wrinkles on his high cheekbones, and said sternly: "Alcorn, you have a lot to learn!"

Su Mengfan really didn't like Lusakov accusing him, but he restrained himself and didn't refute.

He really didn't know that, so he waited until this furious storm had passed before he went on exploring and asking questions.

"Then why are you against the Fourth Reich? I mean I'm against them too, but you guys are GMs after all..."

Lusakov gritted his teeth and shouted: "Those guys are scum! Demons in human skin!"

As soon as they pour boiling water into the cup, they become more active.

Bonzay harassed Uncle Fyodor with stupid questions—clearly teasing him.

And Maksimka, sitting closer to Rusakov, asked in a low voice:

"Captain, can you please tell me how to explain the headless mutant? It has puzzled me for a long time. I want to arm myself mentally, but I am still blank in this regard."

He showed his dazzling white teeth and gave a guilty smile.

The captain hesitated for a while and replied: "Well, Maxim, look." He began to think hard.

"My brother, your question is not simple!"

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