Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 116 Lion Ant
Not wasting time thinking about it, Olmedo went to Anton moaning on the stretcher, bent down and took one of the handles.

"Ullman!" He looked into the crowd and shouted directly.

After the latter hesitated a little, the broad-shouldered scout took hold of the second handle of the stretcher.

Some unexpected impulse made Su Mengfan approach them and hold one of the handles at the back.

Someone else stood beside him, said nothing, and took another handle.

The stealth hero walked forward, they started to move forward, others followed them, this team may face the battle again.

"It's not far now," Olmedo said softly.

"About 200 meters, mainly to find the intersection to go to another line, and go to {Mayakov station}. I don't know what's further on, but there is no Tregak... we have to think about it .

Now we have a path, and it is impossible for us to deviate from it. "

His words about the route reminded Su Mengfan of his own journey. He had thought about it before, and his goal was to expose the conspiracy of the {Invisible Watcher}.

But now I have a clue, I hope I can find what I want in the D-6 base.

Su Mengfan fell into his own thinking and didn't realize what Olmedo was talking about.

When he heard the Stealth Hero mention Trejak, he called out to him:

"Anton...the wounded man...seems like he served in the RVA...a missile launcher! That means we can still do that! Can't we?"

Olmedo looked over his shoulder at the commander on the stretcher.

It seemed that he was really sick. Anton was physically disabled by the barbarians before, so that he was paralyzed for a long time, and now he is unconscious.

His groans were replaced by muffled angry commands, desperate pleas, sobs and grunts.

And the closer they got to the Kremlin, the louder the wounded man cried out, the more violently he shook the stretcher.

"I said it! Don't make a noise! ​​Here they come... hit the ground! Cowards...but right now... what can anyone else do?! No one can be there, no one!"

Anton was arguing with his comrades only he could see, his forehead was covered with sweat, and Oleg ran beside the stretcher, pausing slightly as the fighters changed hands and wiped the sweat from his father's forehead with a rag .

Olmedo shone light on the commander, as if to see if he would regain his sanity.

His eyeballs rolled around under his eyelids, Anton gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and rolled his body from side to side.

He didn't fall off the stretcher because of the canvas straps.

But it was getting harder and harder to lift him.

After another 50 meters, Olmedo raised his hand and the line stopped.

Rough lettering was painted on the white areas of the ground, and the current curving lines were cut off at broad red signs, and Ullman whistled.

"The red light is on, there is no way." Someone behind laughed anxiously.

"That's for the wretches, not us," the stealth hero interrupted. "Onward!"

Although they were moving more slowly now, Olmedo switched on the night vision and moved to the front of the line.

They slowed down not only because of the warning that at Renstadt station, the tunnel began to descend sharply, but also because the Kremlin was like an invisible and impenetrable mist.

Those shrouded in mist are convinced that something unexplainable, gigantic, and evil lurks in the dark depths.

It was different from the feeling that Su Mengfan had experienced before. It was not the vortex chasing him in the Sukarovskaya line, nor the sound in the pipe, nor the superstitious fear brought to him by the people in the tunnel of Victory Park.

This time, he felt more strongly that something inanimate but alive was hidden here.

Su Mengfan looked at the strong Ullman walking on the other side of the stretcher. He suddenly wanted to talk to him. It didn't matter what to talk about, he just wanted to hear human voices.

"Why do the stars of the Kremlin shine on the tower?" The question tormented him.

"Who told you they glow?" asked the soldier in amazement.

"There is no such thing, the Kremlin is like this, everyone sees what he wants to see.

Some people say it hasn't been like this for years, it's just that some people want to see the Kremlin, they want to make sure that the holy city within the holy city is intact. "

"Then what happened to it?" Su Mengfan asked.

"Nobody knows what happened to it," Ullman replied.

"Except for cannibalism. When I was young, maybe ten years old, the people who fought said they didn't want to destroy the Kremlin, so they dropped some secret new invention... bacteriological weapons.

At first, they didn't pay attention and didn't hear the alarm.

By the time they knew what was going on, it was too late.

Because it has eaten everyone there, even people in the neighborhood.

In the end, the environment there was also completely destroyed.

Only they stayed out of the wall the entire time, didn't take much damage and felt okay. "

"But how... did it swallow it?" Su Mengfan couldn't shake off this visual imagination, the stars were shining strangely on the spire of the Kremlin.

"Did you know there's an insect like a lion ant there?
It digs a funnel-shaped hole in the sand, crawls to the bottom, and opens its mouth.

If an ant walks by and steps on the edge of the hole, then it's over.

The lion ant will move, the sand will flow to the bottom, and the ant will fall down, into its mouth.

The same is true for the Kremlin.

It stands on the edge of the funnel-shaped hole, it can fall, and it will suck you down at the same time. "The soldier said with a smug smile.

"But why do people go?" Su Mengfan continued to ask.

"How would I know? Hypnotism, maybe...so like you cannibal magicians, they force us to stay there."

"Then why are we retreating there?" Su Mengfan asked blankly.

"These questions should not be asked to me, but to the boss. I understand that you parked outside and looked at the walls and towers there, waiting for them to catch you.

But it seems like we're all in already... how's that for a view from there? "

Olmedo turned back and angrily told them to be quiet.

Ullman stopped immediately and shut his mouth.

At this time, a voice overshadowed by his voice appeared, was it a grunt from the depths?
Or rumble?
It doesn't send any dire messages, but it's constant, unpleasant, and simply impossible to ignore.

They passed three compacted doors, one next to the other.

All doors were left open, and iron curtains were raised to the roof.

"The door." Su Mengfan thought, "We are going up the doorstep."

(End of this chapter)