Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 193
Just now she almost believed in Lefenid, believed in his repentance, so is this trying to hurt her again?

"Of all the things I have told you, one is true," he said, "the disease is curable."

"Is there any medicine?" Sasha cheered up, ready to be deceived again.

"It's not medicine, it's not pills and it's not serum. There was an outbreak a few years ago at our Innovation Square station."

"Then why doesn't even the hunter know about it?!"

"The plague disappeared after that, and the skin disease disappeared by itself. These bacteria are particularly sensitive to radiation. How can radiation react with them..."

"I think they stop dividing, the infection stops, and even modest doses of radiation can work. It was discovered by accident, and that's how it works."

"Is this true?" Sasha grabbed his hand excitedly.

"It's absolutely true." He took her hand in his, "You can contact them and find out for yourself..."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? How simple this method is! How many people will die during this time..." She broke free from his hand and stared at him.

"Within one day? Not necessarily... I don't want you to be with a murderer who doesn't blink." He evasively said, "I planned to tell you the truth from the beginning, but I want to use this matter in exchange you."

"Does anyone else know about this? Or is it just you?"

"Maybe I'm the only one who knows about this. At that time, I was punished by my father to go to the border to help, and I, who had nothing to do, could only discover the reason in this small process."

"You should trade me for other people's lives!" Sasha said viciously, "And this... all of this is so worthless!"

"I want to trade my own life." Lefenide raised his eyebrows.

"It's not for you to decide! Get up! We should hurry back the same way...before he reaches Tula." Sasha pointed to the dial for him, muttered to herself, counting the time, and 'Ouch ’ said: “There are three hours left in total!”

"Why? I can use the phone...they'll get through to Lufthansa and explain everything. We don't have to run back by ourselves, and we might not be there in time..."

"No!" Sasha shook her head. "No! He won't believe it. He doesn't want to believe it. I have to tell him myself, explain it to him..."

"And then?" Leonid envied, "And then you will completely submit to him for celebration?"

"Is there anything for you?" she replied rudely, but adding softly, following her own nature of mastering a man in love, "I don't need anything from him, but now I can't live without you." .”

"You and I have learned to lie..." Lefenide smiled sourly, "Forget it." He sighed in despair, "Let's go."

Half an hour later they arrived at the stadium station, the guards at the post were replaced by a new batch, and Leonid had to explain to them all over again how the girl had crossed the red line border without a passport.

Sasha didn't dare to raise her head to look at the guard, fearing that the guard would see something wrong with her hurried eyes, so she could only lower her head and let Lefenide explain to the guard.

Sasha looked nervously at her watch, and Lefenid looked at her, clearly wavering and arguing with himself.

Weak recruits on the platform were loading bundles of goods onto stinking railcars, drunken artisans were concentrating on repairing broken containers, and children in uniform learned songs that were not children's songs.

The second time in five minutes someone tried to check the papers of Sasha and Leonid, which was a routine check - they had almost entered the tunnel leading to Frunze - the time was greatly delayed.

time flies.

The girl wasn't even sure if the remaining time was enough for two hours, knowing that no one could stop the hunter.

The soldiers had loaded their cargo, and the rail car started up and began to accelerate, getting closer and closer to them.

Leonid made up his mind.

"I don't want to let you go," he said, "but I can't detain you. I want to come up with a way to have the best of both worlds, where we won't be late and you won't have anything to worry about when we get there."

"But I know that even if you think of this way, you can't be mine."

"Let me be honest, I have a very shameless way of seducing girls, but I'm tired of lying."

"I'm ashamed of myself when I'm with you."

"You choose yourself, who you want to be with."

The musician snatched his magic passport from the calm patrolman, slapped him unexpectedly on the jaw, knocked him to the ground, grabbed Sasha's hand, and together they rushed to the railcar, The rail car happened to be moving parallel to them.

The bewildered driver glanced back at them, but what he saw was the barrel of a revolver.

"Father will be proud of me now!" Leonid laughed, "I have heard him scold me countless times, saying that everything I do is insignificant, that the flute that I and my women use will not of any use!"

"I'm finally as bloody as a real man, but he's not by my side! What a pity! Drive!" He ordered the driver whose hands were trembling.

At this moment, Lefenide felt that he was full of energy. Not only could he face his heart formally, but he also had something beautiful that he had never had before.

Regardless of the slow speed, the rail car still obediently got on the road, roaring, and then fell silent into the boundless darkness.

Leonid began to drop the luggage from the rail car, the sound of the engine getting louder with each package dropped.

The headlights of the rail car were not trustworthy, and the dim lights flickered on and off, only illuminating a distance of a few meters ahead.

Accompanied by a scream that seemed to pass through the glass, a litter of rat pups escaped from under the wheels. The frightened inspectors hurried away, and hysterical sirens sounded behind them.

The ribs on both sides of the tunnel receded faster and faster—the musicians threw all the goods on the rail car down.

They passed the station of Frunze at a gallop.

This caught the border guards off guard, and they pounced on them like mice, but the rail car was already a few hundred meters away, and the Frunze station was as old as the Stadion station.

"Now!" Leonid yelled, "mainly through this downhill to the ring! There's a big checkpoint there...they're going to try to catch us! Let's go straight down the line to the very center! "

He knew what he was worried about:
From the sideline leading to the red line, the searchlights of a heavy motorcycle pierced their eyes.

Their paths merged dozens of steps away, and it was too late to brake.

The musician pressed the polished pedal to the lowest end, and Sasha squinted her eyes.

Now, only the Path of Prayer Analysis can divide them to the direction they need, instead of causing any collision between them.

The roar of the machine gun rang out, and the bullets slammed and flew past her ears.

The smell of scorching and heat hit us, and the roar of another engine burst into flames and then died out.

Miraculously, the two cars did not meet. After Sasha's rail car passed the fork, the heavy motorcycle flew up from its own track in an instant. Now it is shaking and sliding towards the Cultural Park Station, while the military heavy motorcycle The car was thrown in the opposite direction.

They have gained an advantageous distance, long enough to reach the nearest station.

But where?

This is only a small advantage, not enough to get the two out of the current embarrassing scene.

And now that there is not much time, the two of them can't help but hesitate.

The rail car slows down: the tunnel under the ramp begins to climb.

"Cultural Park Station is almost built on the ground..." the musician looked back at her and explained to her, "while Frunze Station is located 50 meters deep underground... After passing this uphill, we will speed up and gallop !"

When approaching the Cultural Park Station, they were already driving at full speed.

The station was old, proud, with very high arches, half-dead, half-dark, and almost uninhabited.

The siren cleared his throat, which was constricted from years of disuse, and rang.

From behind the brick fortifications emerged several heads.

Behind them there was a late, feeble but somewhat vicious gunshot.

"We're still alive!" the musician said with a smile, "plus luck..."

In the dark, a small spark burst out from the rear of the car, and then the spark grew bigger and shone brightly, trailing the track car—that was the searchlight of the motorcycle!

The dazzling lights pursued closely, and the distance between the motorcycle and them kept getting closer.

The gun rang again, and the sound of bullets pierced the darkness.

"We'll be there soon! We've reached the Kropotkin station!"

Kropotkin station...

This station is full of grids, and the offices on the platform are all exactly the same, empty and unattended.

Whose portrait hung on the wall, faded.Flags, flags, so many flags, gathered into a dark purple ribbon, like blood rushing through hardened veins.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the under-mounted grenade launcher sounded, and the rail car was buried by the marble fragments that rained down like densely. One piece cut Sasha's leg, but the wound was not deep.

The soldiers in front lowered the crossing rail, and the rail car hit the rail and almost flew off the track.

The motorcycle approached impassively—its engine had twice the power of the railcar, and it knocked the railcar away with little effort.

Sasha and the musician had to lie flat and hide under the metal frame of the car body...

But a few seconds later, the sides of the two cars docked together, and the people in the car had to stage a side-to-side battle.

Leonid suddenly began to undress like a madman.

The checkpoint is not far ahead, the breast wall is unsheathed, and the steel diamond-shaped horse appears:
That's the end of the road.

Now they were illuminated by two searchlights, pointed by two machine guns, and surrounded by two sledgehammers and two anvils.

Everything will be over in 1 minute.
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The queue was dozens of meters long.

Here gathered the best fighters of Sebastopol, each of whom was selected by the colonel.

In the dim tunnel, the small searchlights on the helmets exchanged glances. From Denis Mikhailovich’s point of view, all the troops suddenly turned into groups of fireflies flying in the dark night. Flew through the pine forests, to the whispering sea.

That was the place the colonel had always wanted to be, and he hoped to go there after he died.

He shook off a little chill, frowned, scolded himself a few words, he looked more and more like an old man...

Walking past the last soldier, he took out the last handmade cigarette from the stainless steel cigarette case, put it up to his nose, smelled it, and pressed the lighter.

Today is a good day.

Victory was smiling at the colonel, everything was under his control.

After passing through Nagorno Station, there were no casualties, and even the only soldier who had no news quickly caught up with the team.

All were in the perfect mood – walking through the hail of bullets was far less scary to them than being stuck in an endless wait.

In addition, before this trip, Dejus Mikhailovich finally gave everyone a good night's sleep.

Everyone slept well, but he couldn't sleep for a long time.

The Colonel's fate is full of accidents, and the Colonel does not know how to fully trust it.

Since the squad went to the Kakhov Tunnel, there has been no news.

Anything can happen, hunters are not invulnerable.

Had he the right to pin all his hopes in the hunter, and perhaps the old storyteller, in this never-ending battle?

He couldn't wait any longer.

Action plan: Cross Nasimov Street Station, Nagorno Station, and Nagashino Station, send the main force of Sebastobol to the south seal of Tula Station, and then send a commando to go to the ground A blocked subway station.

The commando descends into the tunnel through the ventilation shaft, eliminates the guards, and if there are any guards, then opens the airtight door for the commando...

After that, no matter who occupies the station, it can only be solved by technology.

It took three days to find and clear the mines, now the stalkers just have to let the commandos in.This is already two hours later.

After two hours everything was settled, and Denis Mikhailovich could think about other things again, he could fall asleep again, and he could eat.

The plan was simple, precise, and perfect, but Denis Mikhailovich was still struggling, still beating the drums, just as he had been when he was 18 years old when he went to fight in a mountain for the first time.

The colonel flicked the ashes, threw away the cigarette butt, put on his mask again, and strode forward to catch up with the team.

The team has arrived at the steel sealed door.

Before launching an attack, you can also take a breather here and review the offensive link and everyone's tasks with the commander again.

At this point, Homer was proven right, and the colonel smiled to himself.

If the door could be opened from the inside, there would be no need to storm Tiaobao at all.

The Trojan horse trick, this is not Homer's first creation, it has been written into the story of the capture of Troy.

Denis Mikhailovich was right about the dosimeter—not high—and he pulled off the gas mask.

The squad followed suit, followed by other fighters.

Nothing, let them breathe freely first.

(End of this chapter)