Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 50 Departure
"Where are you studying?" Suddenly a voice sounded beside Su Mengfan.Su Mengfan was so startled that he almost jumped up, trying to hide the map.

He turned to look at the man.

The man has short hair and an unshaven beard, and a soft waistcoat can be seen beneath his rough fur coat.

Su Mengfan didn't see anything suspicious in him, his conversation partner was like an ordinary businessman, the kind that can be seen everywhere in Gomes City Station, it's not unusual at all.

"Who are you and what do you want me for?" Su Mengfan asked doubtfully.

"I saw you talking to that hunter earlier, and he seems to value you," said the one.

"Hunter? You mean Hunter? You know him."

"Of course, he is a hunter. He has a lot of fame in the subway station."

"Well, then what do you want me for?" Su Mengfan didn't understand the purpose of the man in front of him looking for him.

"I'm Bourbon. What's your name?" said the man.

"Bourbon?" Su Mengfan was surprised, "Why this name? Isn't there a dynasty called this?"

"No, bro. There's a drink called bourbon. It's fiery spirits, see? It puts you in a good mood. Hey, what's your name?" The guy insisted.

"Alcorn."

"So, Alcorn, when are you leaving?" Bourbon seemed curious, which made Su Mengfan suspicious.

"I don't know. Why should I tell you." Su Mengfan replied coldly.

"Look, I'm not much older than you, and we don't have to hold our tongues...Basically, I want to give you some advice, not for your team, but just for you. I need your help, it doesn't take much of your time... ..."

Su Mengfan didn't understand at all.

This guy spoke hesitantly, and his tone of voice made Su Mengfan want to flinch.

Su Mengfan wanted to end this inexplicable conversation.

"Listen, buddy, don't you... take it easy." Bourbon sensed his distrust and tried to reassure him.

"Nothing risky, everything is above board... well, at least mostly.

Some of us ran to Sukhalev Station the day before yesterday. They went straight along the line but did not reach their destination.

Only one person came back, and he didn't remember anything, and when he came back, he was full of tears.

Maybe they went outside the Sukharev station ... but maybe they didn't go out at all, because no one came back from the Peace Avenue station for three days, and no one wanted to go there anymore.

I think that kind of weird thing happened there too.As I listened to you talking to Hunter, it occurred to me that it might be something of the sort.The wiring is the same, and so is the plumbing. "

Bourbon glanced back quickly to make sure no one had heard him. "But that weird thing didn't bother you," he continued in a whisper. "You understand?"

"I understand a little bit," Su Mengfan replied uncertainly, and at the same time was annoyed that Bourbon overheard his conversation with Hunter.

"I'm going over there, I have to go, you understand? Really, I'm not sure I'm going to be as crazy as your mates, except you."

"You..." Su Mengfan whispered, "Do you want me to take you out of the tunnel? Take you to Sukharev Station?"

"Yes," Bourbon nodded reassuringly, "I don't know if you've heard that there is a tunnel over Sukharev Station, uh, it's worse than this one, it's full of dirty things, I That road must also be passed.

A lot of guys have had shit over there.Everything will be fine, don't worry.If you take me there, I will reward you accordingly.

Of course, I want to go further, to the south, but there are people at Sukharev station who will kick you out and send you back where you came from. "

At this time, Su Mengfan just wanted to rest for a while and started to set off. He wanted to go to hell with any bourbon or any plan.

But he suddenly realized that this is an excellent opportunity to pass through the south gate of Heping Avenue Station without fighting or anything, and he can even go further...

Bourbon didn't say much about the next step, but he said he was going through the tunnel between Sukharev and Turgenev stations.

That's exactly what Su Mengfan wanted to do.

From Turgenev Station to Qingtang Station, then to Heping Avenue Station, and then to Kursk Station...it seems a stone's throw away to GM Square Station...Metropolis Station...Metropolis Station.

"What do you plan to pay me?" Su Mengfan added pretending to be calm.

"Anything you want. Cash?" Bourbon looked at Su Mengfan suspiciously, trying to make sure if this guy really understood what he meant.

"I mean, like, Kalashnikov bullets. But I can give you food, wine, or cigarettes if you want." He winked. "Anything."

"No, bullets are enough, two cartridges, and enough food to get there and back. It's not negotiable." Su Mengfan asked the price confidently, with eyes ready to meet Bourbon's challenge.

"You're haggling," echoed Bourbon. "OK. Two cartridges of Kalashnikov ammunition, and food. OK, good," he muttered to himself.

"Brother, how are you doing here? You should go to sleep, and I'll be back for you soon when the commotion subsides. Pack your bags. . . . and get ready before I come. Understand?"

He didn't really need to pack because he hadn't unpacked at all.

The only thing he was at a loss for now was how to get his machine gun out of the subway station unnoticed so that no one would notice his whereabouts.

The weapons they were equipped with were large military machine guns with a caliber of 7.62, with wooden butts.

This is a giant firearm that Hunter gave himself before leaving, and left some funds.

Su Mengfan lay down and buried his head in the blanket. The tent was hot and humid, and it was even hotter and more uncomfortable if it was covered.

After a long sleep, when he finally woke up and walked out, his dreams were still unsettling and irritating, like the ones he had with his scratched glasses.

In the dream, he seemed to be running somewhere, talking to some faceless people, and then he continued to run...

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Bourbon woke him up by shaking his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Alcorn, it's time for us to go."

Su Mengfan looked at Bourbon and nodded.Put on your boots, pack your bag, and load your own machine gun.

"Boy, you're too slow," Bourbon said through his teeth.

He was dressed as usual, except that he had a backpack for long-distance travel on his back.

"Fuck! Could it be that you plan to drag this big burden through all the blockades?" He pointed to the heavy machine gun and asked wearily.

However, as far as Su Mengfan knew, Bourbon did not have a weapon of his own.

The light on the subway station gradually faded.

There was no one on the platform, it was late at night, everyone was asleep, and the people who had returned from the feast were all exhausted.

Su Mengfan wanted to walk faster, but at the entrance of the tunnel, Bourbon stopped him and told him to slow down.

The patrolman on the road noticed them and asked them from a distance where they wanted to go in the middle of the night, but Bourbon called one of them by name and explained that they had some business to meet.

"Listen carefully," he turned on his flashlight and said to Su Mengfan, "Now there are guards on the blockades at 100 meters and 200 meters."

"Anyway, you gotta be quiet. I'll say hello to them. Shame on you for bringing a guy as old as my grandma - no need to hide... where did you dig out such a piece of crap ah?"

At 100 meters, everything went well.A small fire was dying, and two men sat beside it, in camouflage.

One of them was dozing, and the other, seeing Bourbon, shook his hand as cordially as an old friend.

"Business? Let me think about it..." He smiled mischievously.

Bourbon didn't say a word until he reached the 250-meter mark.

He just glumly walked on.He looked a little angry and unhappy, and Su Mengfan also began to regret bringing it at this time.

He stepped away from Bourbon, checked the machine gun, and put his finger on the trigger.

At the last sentry post they were delayed for some time.

Bourbon didn't know the people there very well, and they didn't know Bourbon very well.

The guy in charge took him aside, put his pack by the fire, and asked him a lot of questions.

Su Mengfan felt that this was really stupid, so he stayed by the fire and answered the duty officer's question concisely.

They are clearly bored and have nothing more interesting to do.

Su Mengfan knew that if the officer on duty likes to chat, then everything is fine on the job.

If something strange happened recently, for example, if something crawled out from the depths of the tunnel, or someone tried to break through from the south, or they heard some suspicious sounds.

They would sit quietly around the fire, silent, nervous, and staring at the tunnel without moving their eyes.

Everything seemed peaceful here, so it can be concluded that nothing disturbing happened at least from here to Turgenev's station.

"I suppose you're not from here. Are you from Tretyakov or something?"

The officer on duty wanted to get some news out of Su Mengfan's mouth, so he stared straight at Su Mengfan's face.

Su Mengfan remembered that Bourbon had told him to keep silent and not to say anything, so he muttered something vague and whatever he wanted to explain, and let the guy figure it out for himself.

The duty officer couldn't get any answers from him, so he gave up.

Turning to his own companion, he began to discuss a story told by a fellow named Mikhail.

That guy was doing business at Heping Avenue Station a few days ago, and had some conflicts with the local subway station management agency.

They gave up asking, which made Su Mengfan very satisfied.

Sitting by the fire, he looked through the flames to the tunnel to the south.

It looked as wide and seemingly endless as the tunnel going north from Hayabusa Station.

Not long ago, Su Mengfan was still there, sitting next to a fire with a group of lovely comrades, chatting.

　Don’t be discouraged if you hear from readers that today’s math is difficult.

　　Come on tomorrow's exam!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)