Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 68 Rocket
Su Mengfan suddenly thought that the life of people in this station is almost a copy of {All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station}:
Constantly counterattack the weird creatures from the ground world, relying on the isolated force of its own station to maintain it, if {Abud Kader Station} is unable to parry, these monsters will invade the entire line.

That is to say, the status of {All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station} is not as unique as he previously imagined.

Who knows how many such stations there are in the subway, and they fight against each other, not for the common peace of everyone, but just for their own hiding places.

You can go back, retreat to the middle, and blow up the tunnel behind you.

But the living space left for you will be less and less, until in the end, all the people who are still alive will be forced into a pitifully small upper land, and finally kill each other for their little living space.

But if {All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station} really is nothing special, if there are other exits to the world above ground and impossible to hide...

That is to say...

Su Mengfan decided not to continue thinking along this line of thought.

There is a faint voice in his heart, disturbing himself, persuading himself not to continue thinking, preventing himself from moving towards the final answer.

But he isn't about to give up.This is a deadlocked contradiction.

In order to divert attention, he listened to other people's conversations again.

They started off talking about a guy named Pushkar winning something.

Later, the comrade with a hoarse voice started talking about how some idiots attacked {Station of Ciudad de Gomes} and shot a group of people.

And how the Kaluga brothers, who arrived in time later, defeated them and forced the raiders to retreat to the Taganskaya station.

Su Mengfan wanted to say that it wasn't Taganskaya Station at all, but {Tretyakov Station}, but the speech of a thin guy whose face couldn't be seen made him swallow the words that had just reached his mouth.

This guy said that Kaluga was pretty much kicked out of {Citadel Gomes Station} and is now being controlled by another gang that no one knows who.

The hoarse man then argued violently with him.

Su Mengfan began to feel drowsy.This time he didn't dream, and slept very soundly.

He wasn't awake when the sirens sounded and everyone jumped to their feet.

This was most likely a false alarm as no shooting occurred.

It was a quarter to six when Mark finally woke him.

"Wake up, it's time to go on duty!" He shook Su Mengfan's shoulders happily.

"Come on, I'll show you the passage they didn't let you in yesterday. Do you have a pass?"

Su Mengfan shook his head.

"Okay, it doesn't matter, we'll find a way to get there," Mark said confidently.

In fact, a few minutes later they were already in the passage and the soldier on duty was gently caressing two bullets.

The passage is long, longer than the station itself.

There were canvas tents stacked against one side of the wall, and some small lamps glowed brightly.

"Thanks to Hansa, there are such bright lights here." Mark smiled triumphantly.

The other wall was a separation barrier - it was long, but not high, not even more than a meter high.

"You ask what's behind the wall? You don't know? It's incredible! Half of what we got is there!
Wait, it's still early, it will start later.

When the entrance to the station is closed at night, people almost always have nothing to do, but not during the day, have you really never heard of it?
Why did we make a horse racing betting calculator?
That's for the intense rat race!We call them gambling machines, and I thought everyone knew that," he said in a surprised breath.

Finally, he realized that Su Mengfan was not joking. He kept listening to himself nagging with a serious expression, "Do you like DB? I'm just a gambler."

Su Mengfan is of course interested in watching the competition, but he has never been fanatically fascinated.

Moreover, after sleeping for so long, the guilt in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He couldn't wait until evening, not at all.

He must act.He has wasted too much time.He had to cross the red line before reaching Metropolitan Station, but there was no way to get there now.

"I probably won't be able to stay here until the evening," Su Mengfan said, "I must go to... the Metropolitan Station."

"But that way you'd be crossing the red line," Mark said, frowning.

"No visa, no pass, how are you going to cross the red line? I can't help you there, my friend.

But wait a minute, let me think about it.

The chief of Abdul Kader - not ours {Abdul Kader Station}, but the chief of the Moscow Metro Line 5 - is an avid race enthusiast.

His mouse, named Pirate, was his favorite.

He comes here every night at seven with a security team and a full set of lighting equipment to bet on rats, how about you take a private bet with him? "

"But I have nothing to bet on." Su Mengfan refused.

"Bet yourself, and be a servant if you lose. Or, if you want, I can help you bet," Mark's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"If we win, you get a pass. If we lose—you can get there as well, though, it's up to you how you get out then. Any other options?"

Su Mengfan didn't like the idea very much.

Anyway, selling yourself as a slave is always embarrassing, and, moreover, losing to a mouse gambler.

He decided to see if there was another way to get to the red line.

For hours, he wandered around a group of burly Border Patrol soldiers in speckled gray uniforms — exactly like the soldiers at the Peace Avenue station — trying to strike up a conversation with them.

But they have been silent.

It wasn't until one of them told him to leave that Su Mengfan gave up this hopeless effort.

And started looking for the most sinister and suspicious guys on the station - the weapons and DP dealers - and he kept an eye out for anyone who might be a smuggler, looking for clues.

But no one wants to take Su Mengfan to the red line, even though Su Mengfan promises that whoever does him this favor will get him an automatic weapon and a lamp.

When night came, Su Mengfan was quiet and desperate. He sat on the floor of the passage, immersed in self-blame.

At this moment, the channel became alive.

The adults come back from work, have dinner with the family, and the kids play like crazy until bed.

Finally, the gates closed, and everyone came out of the stalls and tents to the rat race.

There were a lot of people here, at least 300, and it was not easy to find Mark in such a crowded crowd.

People bet on the "Pirate", betting on its performance, betting on whether the "Pushka" can win it.

Rats with various monikers and other contestants were mentioned, but these two were clearly invincible.

Rat owners head to the starting point with their caged, well-groomed pets.

{Abdul Kader Station} - The chief of Moscow Metro Line 5 is still missing, and Mark seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Su Mengfan was even worried that he would not be able to come because he was on duty again today.What should he do?
(End of this chapter)