Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 92 Departure
Su Mengfan left the council hall and went directly to Schaefer's tent.

Finding that Schaefer was not in the tent, he lay down directly on the sofa.

Thinking about the previous meeting and the conversation with the Great Elder, Su Mengfan discovered it.

My younger brother is not as simple as I thought. If I guessed correctly, he has the same strong mental power as myself.

And the elders of those councils are also interested in his special ability.

And through the fantasy in the library - the experience of sneaking to the ground with Artyom and other children when I was a child.From the contrast of Artyom's actions at that time, it can be seen that Artyom's actions were not simple.

Compared with him, this so-called "Child of Destiny" seemed too inferior.

Not long after, Olmedo came in, looked at Su Mengfan, and spoke directly.

"Alcorn, get ready, we're going out later."

"Where to go?"

"We are going to Slitensk Street Station. Hunter asked you to come here, not for a vacation. Artem was taken away by Colonel Melnik, and I need to take you on a mission.

So you have to obey my orders along the way, and I hope you don't run around.I'm not as talkative as Hunter.

I don't know what you traded with those elders. I need to take you to the Slitensk Street Station and listen to the people with big bugs there. "

Su Mengfan obeyed Olmedo's order, packed up his things, and followed Olmedo.

On the edge of the platform leading to the Slitenskaya str. station, the passage was half-blocked by concrete weapons shelters with narrow gun slots, and metal gratings also blocked the passage.

There were two sentries on duty, and after Olmedo chatted with them in terse words, one of the guards opened the hinged lock and pushed open the grille.

Along one side of the tunnel stretched a tangle of black insulated wire, with faint lights hanging from it every ten or fifteen metres.

Even such poor lighting is a luxury for Su Mengfan.

After three hundred paces, however, the wire parted, and at this very spot another sentry was waiting for them.

The patrols don't wear uniforms, but they look much more serious than the soldiers at the Kursk station.

One of them recognized Olmedo, nodded to him, and let him pass.

Olmedo stopped at the edge of the lit place, took a flashlight from his bag and turned it on.

After another few hundred meters, a sound was heard ahead, and the light of a flashlight appeared.

Olmedo's submachine gun quietly slipped from his shoulder and fell into his hand.

Su Mengfan followed his example, it was most likely another patrol from Vasilyevich Station.

Two burly men in thick coats with fake leather collars, armed, were arguing with three peddlers.

Patrollers wore round knit caps, and each wore a night-vision goggle strapped to his chest.

There were two merchants with weapons, but Su Mengfan bet that they were just merchants.

The sacks of rags, the tunnel maps in their hands, the special rogue looks, the eyes flickering alive in the flashlight beams, he'd seen it all over and over again.

They usually let vendors into all stations at will.

However, no one seemed to want them to come to Vasilyevich Station.

One of the businessmen tried to convince a patrol member.

A tall, lanky, bearded man in a tight padded jacket said, "Well, then, buddy, we're passing."

Another trader echoed, a short, fat man with hair down to his eyes, and said, "Here are all our belongings. See for yourself. We are going to trade at Vasilyevich Station."

A third started to say, too: "What harm are we doing to you? Only good, look here, just new jeans, sure to fit your size, designer, I'm giving them to you for free."

The sentry shook his head silently and blocked their path.

However, he reacted immediately, and at the moment when the traders thought he acquiesced, he tried to take a step forward, and the two sentries pulled the bolts of their submachine guns almost simultaneously.

Olmedo and Su Mengfan stood five steps behind them.

Although Olmedo put down his weapon, his attitude was still tense.

One of the patrols started counting: "Stop! I'll give you five seconds to turn around and leave. This is the security station, they don't allow anyone here. Five...four..."

One of the vendors became agitated: "But how can we get there, or via Moscow Metro Line 5?"

The other shook his head obediently, tugging at his sleeves, and the merchants picked up their big bags from the ground and dragged them back.

After waiting for a minute, Olmedo gave Su Mengfan a signal, and they started to follow the vendors and walked towards Slitensk Avenue Station.

As they passed the sentinels, one of them nodded silently to Olmedo and put two fingers on his head, as if in salute.

When they passed the cordon by themselves, Su Mengfan asked curiously: "Safety station? What does that mean?" The latter said, "Go back and ask."

He prevented Su Mengfan from asking any more questions.

So Su Mengfan and Olmedo tried to stay away from the vendors walking in front, but their voices became closer and then suddenly stopped.

They had not gone twenty paces when the beams of the lamp shone in their faces.

Someone shouted nervously: "Hey! Who's there? What do you want?" Su Mengfan recognized the voice of one of the merchants.

Olmedo replied clearly: "Calm down, let's go, we won't disturb you, we're going to Slitenskaya Station."

After discussing, they said from the dark place: "Come on, we let you go first, we don't need to go in such a hurry." Olmedo shrugged angrily and walked forward calmly.

After walking 30 meters, the three vendors were waiting for them.

After Su Mengfan and Olmedo arrived, the merchants politely put their wares on the floor and let them pass.

Olmedo started to walk forward as if nothing happened, but Su Mengfan noticed that his steps had changed.

Now he walked quietly, as if hoping to stifle the noise.

Although the traders immediately followed them, Olmedo did not look at them once.

Su Mengfan himself tried to restrain his desire to turn around for a long time, which lasted for about 3 minutes, and finally he looked back.

A nervous voice came from behind: "Hey!"

Olmedo stopped and said, "Wait there!" Su Mengfan began to feel very confused.

Why did Olmedo respond so submissively to these insignificant businessmen?

(End of this chapter)