Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 44 Conflict
I met a person on the road. That person looked younger than Su Mengfan.

After talking, I found out that the young man's name was Nathaniel.

Due to the long-term control of his parents, he developed a rebellious mentality.Attracted by the adventure stories told by the passing merchants, they want to go out for adventure.

In the end, he bought an old machine gun from those merchants with the coins he had saved for a long time.After tidying up briefly, he went out for an adventure alone while his parents were working.

But encountering dark creatures on the way made Nathaniel understand that the outside world is not so wonderful.

So I had to go to Gomes City Station to join my relatives here.

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At the entrance to the subway station, there are sandbags as tall as a person.

There's a group of people behind the sandbags, sitting on wooden stools, looking at them gravely, with cropped cuts, broad shoulders, worn leather jackets, worn sweatpants - all of which look rather interesting, but for some reason don't Can't make people feel happy.

Three of them sat there, and a deck of cards was strewn about on the fourth stool.Those people are full of foul language.

Su Mengfan listened for a long time, but he couldn't identify a single serious word that people commonly used.

"Hey, let's see who are here?" The fourth guard looked at Su Mengfan and Nathaniel from top to bottom with a drake voice. "Are you passers-by, or businessmen?

"We are not businessmen. We are passing through and we don't bring any goods." Su Mengfan explained.

"The passerby—the pauper!" The drake's voice broke out into loud laughter, "Did you hear that, Kolya? The passerby!" he repeated to the card players.

They all responded positively to Drake Voice's jeers.

The tall and majestic Duckling, as big as a bull, leaned on the wall with one hand, blocking his way.

"Our approach is... similar to customs, you know what I mean, right?" he explained. "Cash is a passport. If you want to pass here - you have to pay. If you don't want to pay, then you will lose..."

"Who gave you the power?" Nathaniel protested angrily.

"That's wrong."

The bull may not have understood what he meant, but he knew from the tone that it was something he didn't like to hear.

He pushed Su Mengfan aside, took a big step, and stood directly in front of Nathaniel.

He lowered his head and looked seriously at the young man in front of him.

His eyes were empty, seemingly without any thought or brain, and they glowed with stupidity and resentment.

The young man could not stare at them. He blinked nervously, but he could still feel the fear and hatred in the eyes of this provocative guy growing as he sat at the entrance of the tunnel and watched people passing by.

"What the hell did you say?" the bull threatened him.

He was a head taller than Nathaniel and three times as thick.

Su Mengfan remembered the story about David and Goliath.

Even though he was confused about which was bigger, he knew the smaller and weaker of the two was the winner, so he was optimistic about the confrontation.

"What do you want?" said Nathaniel with unexpected boldness.

This answer offended the big man with a duck voice. He opened his short, fat palm and confidently pressed five fingers on the young man's forehead.

The skin on his palms was yellow, full of calluses, and smelled like cigarette smoke and used car oil. Nathaniel didn't have time to identify all the smells, because the thug pushed him back.

The drake might not have used much force, but Nathaniel flew back a meter.

When the bull asked where he was, the young man fell on the small bridge.

At this time, Su Mengfan had thrown his luggage to the ground and stood there with a submachine gun in his hand.

He pulled the safety catch and hinted in a calm voice that this behavior would not have good consequences - Nathaniel even raised his hair to listen - Su Mengfan said quietly: "Why are you so rude to my partner?" ?”

He didn't say more, but to the ashamed Nathaniel, who had just stood up after struggling on the floor for a long time, these words were like muffled thunder, which was probably followed by a storm-like attack.

Nathaniel steadied himself, jerked his old machine gun over his shoulder, and pointed it at the offender, the safety on the gun ready to fire at any time.

His heart beat faster, hatred outweighed his fear, and he said to Su Mengfan: "Give him to me!" He was also surprised, because he would not hesitate to kill that person just because he just pushed him .

Beads of sweat on the bull's bald head were clearly visible in his sights, and the desire to pull the trigger grew stronger and stronger.

Nathaniel just wanted to get rid of the filthy fellow right away, to wash the shame he had brought on himself from his blood.

"Alert!" the bull yelled.

With lightning speed, Su Mengfan took out the pistol from Duck Noise's waistband, turned on the safety, ducked, stood close to the wall, and aimed at the so-called "customs official" who jumped up from the stool.

"Don't shoot!" he yelled at Nathaniel, and the bestial scene reappeared: Drake raised his hands on the little bridge, motionless.

Su Mengfan pointed his gun at the other three thugs who hadn't had time to get their own machine guns.

"We don't need to have a bloody battle," Su Mengfan calmly and solemnly ordered instead of asking.

"There are rules here, Nathaniel," he went on, without taking his eyes off the three petrified "customs officials," who looked ridiculous.

Those bald heads should know the lethality of the Kalashnikov submachine gun at this distance, so they don't want to arouse unnecessary suspicion from those who point it at them.

"Their rule is that we have to pay the toll to get in. How much do you want?" Su Mengfan asked.

"Three coins each," said the voice of the drake standing on the bridge.

"Can we make it cheaper?" Nathaniel suggested mockingly, pointing the barrel of his machine gun at the guy's belt.

"Two." The man seemed more flexible, looking at Nathaniel with evil eyes, as if he wasn't sure what Nathaniel was paying attention to.

"Give it to him!" Su Mengfan ordered Nathaniel. "Give him mine too, and I'll return it to you later."

Nathaniel immediately used his right hand to support the machine gun.

He reached out with his left hand and quickly took out four shining coins from the innermost part of his travel bag and threw them to the patrolman.

The man quickly grabbed them with his fists and threw them into the protruding pocket on his jacket, then raised his hands and looked at Su Mengfan.

"Have you received the money?" Su Mengfan raised his eyebrows and asked questioningly.

Drake nodded with a sullen voice, keeping his eyes on Su Mengfan's weapon.

"Then the conflict between us is also resolved?" Su Mengfan asked.

The thugs remained silent.Su Mengfan reached into his spare bag, took out five coins, and put them into the patrolman's pocket.

Just hearing them fall in with a clang, the tight muscles on the drake's face disappeared, and the usual lazy and suspicious expression returned.

"Compensation for mental damage," Su Mengfan explained, but there was no response to his words.

Maybe the male duck voice didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, just like he didn't solve the previous question.

He guessed the meaning of Su Mengfan's words through the money and force that Su Mengfan had prepared. This may be the only way for him to understand the situation.

"You can put your hands down," Su Mengfan said, slowly pointing his gun upward and away from the three "customs officials."

Nathaniel did the same, but his hands were still shaking—he was ready to smash the bald head at any moment, and he didn't trust these people.

However, his anger was unfounded.The drake voice had already lowered his hands, telling the rest of his accomplices that it was all right.

The drake leaned his back against the wall and showed an indifferent attitude, allowing passers-by to enter the station through him.

As Nathaniel passed by, he gave him a hateful look, but the drake ignored his provocation and looked away.

However, as Nathaniel just walked over, he heard a disgusted "Bah! Little male dog..." and the sound of spitting on the ground behind him.

He wanted to turn around, but Su Mengfan, who was one step ahead of him, grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

Nathaniel struggled, thinking about his desire to turn around and teach that guy a lesson, but at the same time he was dominated by his cowardly heart and just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

When they were all standing on the black granite floor of the station, they suddenly heard a drawn out roar from behind: "Hey! Give me my gun!"

Su Mengfan stopped and threw the gun marked "TT" and a few coins to the bull.The guy deftly caught the pistol and inserted it into the leather holster on his waist. He watched with annoyance as the few coins thrown by Su Mengfan fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry." Su Mengfan spread his palms and shrugged, "You want these, right? Pick them up yourself."

Nathaniel said goodbye to Su Mengfan after entering Gomes City Station, and hurried to find relatives.

Gomes City Station is different from other stations that Su Mengfan has seen. It does not have the three arches like VDNK Station.

There is only one huge hall and a wide platform with tracks on both sides, which gives an unusual impression.

The lights in the platform room were in disarray, with weak pear-shaped lamps hung here and there.

There was no fire here, and the sign said no fire was allowed.

A white mercury vapor lamp sits in the center of the hall, pouring light generously around it.

In Su Mengfan's eyes, this was really a miracle, but the noise and clutter around the hall distracted people's attention, making it impossible for people to stare at the brilliantly lit miracle for a second.

Life at the station is bustling, a bit like Peace Avenue Station, but a little more subdued and orderly.

Su Mengfan remembered that the commander said that there is a better place in the subway than the low-grade and crude market they passed by {Alekseyevsk Station} together.

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