Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 42 Faith
Su Mengfan is also very interested in explaining mutants from a political point of view. He wants to know whether mutants exist.

But Lusakov was silent, and Su Mengfan's thoughts slid back to the track he hadn't been able to escape a few days ago—he needed to get to the Metropolitan Station!
He was miraculously rescued, and he was given another chance, perhaps the last.

He's in pain all over, he's having trouble breathing, taking a deep breath makes him cough, and... he can't open one eye right now, and he wants to be with these people!
He felt calmer and more confident with them, the darkness of the strange tunnel not congealing before him or oppressing him.

The sounds of rustling and paws scratching the ground from the dark did not frighten him, and he didn't have to be too vigilant. How much he hoped that this soothing state could last forever.

He was delighted to be rescued again and again, and although death was rattling around his head, it did not defeat him.

The stubborn fear that had gripped him and made him convulse before his execution had evaporated.

And the remaining fear hidden in his heart and stomach has been burned away by Fyodor with a long beard and the seemingly poisonous home-brewed wine.

Fyodor, the friendly Bonnsay, the no-nonsense captain in leather and the big Maxim - it's nice to be around them.

He hadn't experienced this feeling since he left Hayabusa Station a long time ago (it seemed to him a hundred years ago).

None of his belongings belonged to him now, the beautiful new machine gun, magazines, passport, food, two flashlights - they were all lost, lost to the Fourth Imperialists.

Now all he has left is his coat and sweater.There is also an amulet.

Now how to do?
Stay here, join the resistance fighters... live like them, forget your own way of life...

But no!
Absolutely not!

He can't stop or rest for another minute. He has no right to do this. His life is no longer his own life. His destiny belongs to others from the moment he comes into this world.

It was too late now, he had to go, there was no other choice.

He sat there quietly for a while, thinking about nothing in particular.

But that unpleasant moment of decision spread through his body, through every thin muscle of his body, and through his achingly stretched veins.

Like a rag doll that has been hollowed out of its cotton and turned into a shapeless rag someone cruelly hung on a metal skeleton, he was no longer himself.

The airflow in the tunnel blew away the cotton in his body, breaking it into flying fluff.

And now, a new person had settled in his skin, one who didn't want to hear the desperate pleas of his bleeding, weary body.

Before Su Mengfan could regain his human form, this man collapsed under the desire to surrender, stagnate, rest and give up.

He had controlled Su Mengfan's instinctive decision and avoided his consciousness dominated by silence and emptiness. The normally continuous flow of internal dialogue in his mind had been interrupted at this moment.

The meandering spring in Su Mengfan's body seemed to be straightened, he stood up stiffly and clumsily, the captain looked at him, and Maxim even reached out to touch his machine gun.

Su Mengfan asked in a hoarse voice: "Captain, can I... talk to you?"

At this point Bonsay turned his back hastily to the unfortunate Uncle Fyodor.

The captain replied cautiously: "Alcorn, just say it directly, there are no secrets between me and my soldiers."

"You see... I am very grateful that you saved me, but I have nothing to repay you. I want to stay with you, but I can't. I must hurry, I... must."

The captain said nothing.

Uncle Fyodor interrupted unexpectedly: "So, where are you going?"

Su Mengfan pouted and looked at the floor, an embarrassing silence filled the air, as if they were staring at him nervously and suspiciously.

Everyone is trying to guess his purpose - is he a spy?Or a traitor?Why is he so secretive?
Uncle Fyodor said soothingly: "But if you don't want to, then don't."

Su Mengfan couldn't help but said to them: "I'm going to Metropolis Station." He couldn't lose trust because of some stupid adventurous mysticism.

Uncle Fyodor asked with an innocent expression: "Is there something important for you to go there?"

Su Mengfan nodded silently.

The man then asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

He turned to the others. "We're not going to keep you. It's fine if you don't want to talk, but we can't leave you in the middle of a tunnel! Right, guys?"

Bonsai nodded firmly, and Maximka took his hand away from the handle of the gun. He also agreed with this view.

Then, Lusakov intervened, and he asked seriously: "Alcorn, are you ready? Please swear before the soldiers of the brigade who saved you that you will not harm the GM cause."

Alcorn readily replied: "I promise!" He didn't want to harm the GM, he had more important things to consider.

Rusakov looked him in the eyes, looked at him hard for a long time, and finally came to a decision:

"Fighters! I personally believe in Alcorn, please help him reach the Metropolitan Station."

Uncle Fyodor was the first to raise his hand in agreement, and Su Mengfan thought it was he who untied the noose for himself.Then came Maxim, and Bonnsay nodded too.

The captain said: "Alcorn, not far from here, there is a road that most people don't know. It connects the Zamosclat subway line and the Red Army subway line. We can let you get off halfway..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kalacipa, who was crouching on the ground, suddenly jumped up and started barking wildly.

With lightning speed, Rusakov drew his pistol from the holster, and Bonsay had already pulled the rope and started the car's engine.

Maxim sat in the back, and Uncle Fyodor carried a bottle, the handle of which protruded from his coat.

The tunnel began to slope downwards from there. Looking back, the view was very poor, but the dog kept tugging on the rope and barking, which made Su Mengfan very worried.

He whispered, "Give me a machine gun, too."

A powerful flash of light appeared not far away, and then disappeared.

Then they heard someone shouting orders, big boots clattering along the sleepers, and someone whispering, and then all was still again.

Karaccipa stretched back the muzzle the captain had put on its mouth, and it began to bark again.

Bonn Sai said thickly: "It hasn't started yet." His tone was a bit frustrated: "We have to push it!"

Su Mengfan was the first to get off the rail car, followed by Uncle Feodor and Maxim. They kicked off the sleepers hard and pushed the big object forward.

The wheels turned slowly, and when they finally started the engine, the clatter of boots was close to them.

The enemy's order came from the darkness: "Fire!"

Suddenly the narrow tunnel was filled with sound, at least four cartridges whizzed past them, and the bullets fell randomly around them, bouncing and exploding sparks.

Su Mengfan felt that they could not escape. Maxim stood up straight, held his machine gun and fired for a long time, and then there was no sound.

At this time, their rail car was moving forward faster, and they had to catch up and jump on the platform of the car.

Shouted from behind: "They are retreating! Hurry up!"

Automatic machine guns roared with double firepower behind them, but most of the bullets hit the walls and ceiling of the tunnel.

Uncle Fyodor quickly lit the top of the bottle, wrapped some rags, and threw it on the passage.

A minute later, a bright flash of light erupted behind them.Su Mengfan heard loud applause.

Rusakov ordered: "Throw one more! Let there be more smoke!"

The motorized rail car was simply a miracle, and Su Mengfan felt that their enemies had been left far behind.

They fought their way out of the smoke and drove the vehicle along smoothly, flying over the Siberian station - where Rusakov steadfastly refused to stop.

They rushed through the station so quickly that Su Mengfan had no time to get off.

There was nothing particularly special about that station, not even faint lighting.

There were quite a few people there, but Bonnsay whispered to him that the station was not nice at all, and that the local residents were a little weird.

The last time they tried to park there, they regretted it because they ended up pushing the car out.

Lusakov said to Su Mengfan in a more familiar tone than usual: "I'm sorry, we can't help you anymore, and we can't go back there now.

We are going back to our backup base - Avtozovodskaya station.If you want, you can join our army. "

Su Mengfan knew that he had to firmly reject the proposal, but this time it was easier.

He was possessed by a desperate thought—the whole world was against him, everything was twisted.

However, the mission of the tunnel and the obstacles on the road have already aroused Su Mengfan's anger. This anger further ignited his rebellious fire, restored his sight weakened by the pain, and swallowed all the fear in his heart.

He said firmly and quietly, "No, I have to go."

After a moment of silence, the captain said again: "If that's the case, we will walk to Paveletskaya Station together, and then we will part ways. Alcorn, I'm sorry."

When approaching the Siberian station, the tunnel forked, and the rail car took the left-hand passage.

Su Mengfan asked them what happened to the passage on the right, and they explained that they were not allowed to go that way: a few hundred meters into it, there was a Hansa frontline base station, a veritable fortress.

This ordinary-looking tunnel leads directly to three circular stations: Oktyabryskaya, Dobrinskaya and Pavletskaya.

Lufthansa doesn't want to destroy this small passage because it is a very important transport hub, but it is reserved for Lufthansa spies.

If anyone else gets close to the forward base, they will be eliminated without explanation.

　To say a few things, it is due to insufficient follow-up reading of this book, no one has beaten others in this recommended PK, so there will be no next round of recommendations, and it is expected to be on the shelves around 20W.

　　Thank you for your support for this book, and I am also here to seek further reading, seeking further reading, seeking further reading!Follow-up reading is really important to me.

　　


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