"Do mermaids really exist?" On the way back to the tin house he rented, Addo asked curiously, "Is there really a mermaid?" ”

Knorr wasn't sure, "The seniors didn't say no, they didn't say yes, and I can't be sure, I've heard that there is a huge demon dragon on the ground, which can spit out flames and burn everything, and often kidnap princesses and wait for the prince to come to save them, but I don't believe it, they say it's the stalkers who are tricking young people into joining them." ”

"How is it possible, stalkers are great terrestrial heroes," Addo lowered his voice, "they don't lie." ”

"Wings of Liberty is an underground hero no less than a Stalker," Knoll retorted unconvinced, "So, Ado, haven't you lied?" ”

These two idiots...... The masked woman held her forehead, why would such an old boy be so stupid.

"I want to go......." Verna's words were cold and harsh, making people only feel a slight shrinkage, when had she been so cold, Addo looked at her with wide eyes, and for a moment he couldn't figure out why she had changed so much. The others froze, as if they didn't understand what she had just said.

Finally, a stumbling voice rang out, "But the seniors he ........" Damn Noel, he was always so timid that Vilna was bored.

"Whether he wants to go or not, he can't stop my decision," Werner yelled nervously, "staying here will only make my body stink, and the mission will not make any progress, and if you really want to do this to Madame Humbisa's orders, I have nothing to say, and in any case, I will leave tomorrow morning." ”

Her voice was like a lightning strike, scaring Noel and Addo into trembling, "They won't let them go," Noel finally had the courage to whisper, "no one is allowed to travel now, it's too dangerous." ”

"So far, I haven't seen a sentry who doesn't take money, I'll give him money, it's my business to want to die anyway, it won't affect him.

"Money? What money? The old ranger walked in from the outside, "Whose money, to whom, where?" ”

Noel timidly explained, "Miss Lenny wants to pass through the transport station alone, it's too dangerous, senior, can you persuade her?" ”

"Persuade her?" The old Ranger grinned, "On the contrary, we have no choice. ”

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Knorr's face, "But the caravan ....... They ......"

"I know, they're missing."

Noll felt a little strange at the old Ranger's disapproving attitude, "And ....... Didn't the sentry commander of the sentry not allow us to pass? ”

The old Ranger sighed, "It's different now, several stationmasters of the Neutral United Front have decided that I'm a Ranger, a veteran of dealing with dark creatures, and they want me to follow their men to the transport station to find out, as an advisor and deputy commander." There was a sentence he didn't say, the other party gave a lot of money, but well, this little habit of loving money is harmless anyway, and there is no need to say it.

"So, Senpai," Noel looked up, a little confused, "do you know what made the caravan disappear?" “

The old Ranger shook his head rightly, "Who knows, anyway, clean up, tomorrow morning, we will set off, anyway, they think I am a professional veteran." “

Chenshi? Knorr, Addo, and even Alexandra all set their eyes on Verna, and an indescribable oddity crept through each other.

......

One of the four major stations of the Neutral United Front, the stationmaster of the underground river station near the Hanting Alliance transportation station, took a deep breath and asked. He sat down in his chair, reaching for a roll of cut cigarette paper with his chubby hand, and touching the oil-filled lighter that had been hidden for a long time with the other.

The cigarette papers, which were brought from the ground by the merchants of the Hanting and smoked with relish, were scraps collected by the stalkers from somewhere near the cigarette factories in the suburbs, and were not even used by the Hanting people themselves.

Even so, the merchants of the Hanting sent them the worst cigarettes, but they could only accept it, otherwise there would be no extra cigarettes for them to enjoy, and the wine, which was all rotten wine from an unknown corner, sour and smelly, making people want to vomit, but they couldn't bear to waste it, every time he drank, he always felt that it might be mixed with the urine of the merchants of the Hanting, but what could he do.

On one occasion, the sentry commander made a joke and placed the radiographic detector close to a pack of cigarettes, only to be siren.

Since then, he had quit smoking, and the endless coughing at night tormented him and his wife, and he was also worried about developing lung cancer, and when the coughing symptoms eased, he began to ignore the fact that cigarette paper was highly radioactive, and unreasonably argued with the sentry commander, his loyal old subordinate, that in the subway, no matter what you go to get, you will have to receive more or less radiation from it, and of course, the stubborn old sentry boss firmly believes that the radiation dose of ordinary people in Hanting is far less than theirs, Not to mention those who specialize in smoking cigarettes from underground growing rooms.

He just smiled indifferently at this, except that Red Square can not treat himself as a person, who will sell really good things to others?

"Where did you find him?" His voice was as rough as stone.

"I've known each other for a long time, but we've only fought together a few times." The sentry commander replied reluctantly. He was silent for a moment, then added, "I didn't expect him to come here either." ”

"Can he really deal with those monsters in the tunnels?"

"I don't know," the sentry hesitated, he knew the old slippery head, strong and alert, with the agility of a cheetah, the tenacity of a lone wolf, and the teeth of a hyena, but that was him a long time ago, "In the beginning, I had a few dealings with him, this man was very good at dealing with blackclaws, black beasts and vampire bats, and he had previously commanded an elite squad of Freedom Wings to wipe out a large blackclaw nest, a nest of about seventy people, and his subordinates suffered very little losses. ”

"He's old," pointed the stationmaster, "he has more gray hair than I do, and so do the wrinkles on his hands, and I confess that he moves more quickly than us old men, but definitely not as fast as the young ones......" The stationmaster gently crushed the ashes from the cigarette butt and let it fall like snowflakes to the corners of his pants, "but I can't help it, I hope he is as reliable as you say." Of course, having said that, he still worries that it is indeed a great feat to be able to deal with the Blackclaw's lair, but anyone who has been dealing with Blackpaw for many years and commanding an elite cavalry of the Wings of Liberty will not be far behind.

The sentry commander nodded, "The soldiers have gathered, and the materials and weapons he ordered to prepare are also ready, flamethrowers, white stone powder, deworming radiation spore powder, tar, and a large amount of ammunition, and he said that it is best to coat each of them with sour vinegar." ........ He also said that it was better not to give too much hope, and he did not know what we were going to face, so he could only bring everything we had in stock at the moment, just plain cautious. ”

"If we don't have hope for him," said the stationmaster, choking on his cigarette, and said cautiously, "why are we looking for him?" ”

The Sentry Commander didn't respond, and if they didn't have any other options, how could they find an outside Ranger to help serve as the deputy commander?

The best at dealing with dark creatures have been lost in the last dispatch, and this time, they don't have any real veterans, and even then, they can only give it a go.

They sat in the office for two hours, during which time there was not a single superfluous word, only annoyed sighs and incessant smoking, and the sound of the lighter being pressed several times.

At the end of the day, the air in the stationmaster's office did not become unusually heavy due to the smoke, and the atmosphere was unconsciously eased.

There's nothing left to argue about, there is no one better than the Ranger against the dark creatures - if he doesn't come, they won't be able to find a better fit, and how many of the rest of them have experience dealing with such terrifying beings as the large Blackclaw Lair?

When the old slippery man slipped into the office, they simply frowned, not for his recklessness, but for what was next, and giving orders was never an easy thing to do.

"Should the order be given to prepare for the start of military operations?" The sentry commander knew that the stationmaster was going to mention this, so he brought it up himself.

"Ranger, four days should be enough for you." The stationmaster snapped the lighter and squinted his eyes, "We can't wait too long." Everything is ready, just on ammunition, how much supply do you need? ”

"Preferably six chests, grenades and other threatening heavy weapons, if they are really those large creatures, their vitality will be unusually tenacious, I can assure you, a bullet hitting them will be like tickling......" Old Slippery Head shook his head in the direction of the door, "I also need to bring a few of my juniors, they are also Rangers, and they have also killed Blackclaw." ”

The stationmaster raised his eyebrows slightly, took a deep breath of the sizzling self-rolled paper cigarette, and did not object, who would object to the rangers helping him deal with the dark creatures?

The sentry pulled up the scratch paper scattered on the table, lowered himself from his short-sightedness, and began to draw on the paper. Only he could read the table shape, with names and marks written in circles.

The stationmaster looked up at the back of the old slippery head, which had turned gray, and looked at the big subway map hanging behind the sentry chief through the smoke, staring at the red-painted station. The picture was yellowed, stained with oil, and marked with a fountain pen - the straight line with the arrow represented the route, the circle pointed to the military station, the five-pointed star meant their four stations, the exclamation mark marked the Hanting Alliance, and the red cross meant the forbidden land, and the others did not explain too much, but simply wrote about the products of those stations.

On the subway map, the sign has stopped marking a little above the underground river station, that is, outside Line 3, at the end of one of the largest blood-red crosses - in the long and tedious memories of the sentinels, the number of people sent there is innumerable, but those who come back are either crazy or afraid. The winding main route still retains its chick purity, and for someone like him, who has been an explorer for a few years, it is a stain on his map. But to completely conquer Line 3, he never thought that it would probably be the same as the Mother of Tunnels, high above and untouched by mortals, who would dare to open the pipe for the Mother of Tunnels?

The third line was shrouded in a fog above the underground river station, and he guessed that only the Hanting, the military station, and the rangers could unite to open the third line and lead to the brand-new station. Sometimes, he could vaguely see that on the other side, there was also a group of people looking this way from the station.

If he had had the courage to explore the end of Line 3, would he have been as famous in the tunnel as the scientist who discovered the planet "Dawn"? He didn't know.

Now, this incomprehensible fog gripped this forgotten place, and it even stubbornly extended downward, to the Han Court, to their neutral front, and finally, with its magic hand, it cut the throat between the two, and seized the travelers and merchants who passed back and forth, and it waited in laughter for the next batch of brave prey.

Of course, not a single of the freedom fighters who had been named by the stationmaster to prepare for departure refused to carry out such a dangerous order. Because here, the struggle against the military station has not stopped for decades, and the long-standing war can no longer even be traced back to the original source, although he is old, the spirit of resistance and struggle of the sovereign united front has never aged.

"Anyway," the stationmaster nodded with a tired attitude, "at least leave someone to tell us what happened....... It would be great if you could come back and report in person......"

"Of course, if I die, someone has to know how I died," the old Ranger cracked his teeth red with bloody blades, "bless me, Comrade Stationmaster. ”

"May the Mother of the Tunnel bless you ......." He said to the previous group of people, and he also said to the previous group of people, how similar everything was, for a while, the stationmaster had some illusion of reincarnation reversal, he stood up decadently, and walked out with heavy steps.

The sentry commander stared at him for a few seconds, "Old slippery head, how sure are you?" ”

Looking at his friend who had met a few times, he dragged his hand and showed him the empty palm, then shook his head helplessly and walked out.

They wore the "crow" cloaks of the rangers, and the old slippery head said that with this, the soldiers who followed them to the encirclement and suppression of the lair would have a little confidence. They were all dressed in two-breasted uniforms, carrying spears on their backs, and there was a hint of uneasiness in their eyes, it was obvious that not everyone had confidence in the mission, and not everyone had the fighting spirit that the old stationmaster had been telling them to do.

A tenth of them, with obvious or inconspicuous distortions on their faces or in their body structures, new sentries with an extra arm, non-commissioned officers whose faces were covered in layers of sarcoma-like scales, and other soldiers who hid their distortions under their clothes, most of them were teenagers from the military station, who should have dedicated their lives to the future of the military center until death, but now they stood in opposition to each other because of the great ideas of the Führer. Whether it was the mistake of the great mind or the mistake of these poor people, Werner could not know, but she knew that the trip was as dangerous as it had been at Grey River Station.

I survived the battle at Grey River Station, and she thought to herself that I would never be left here.

There were many onlookers, most of them were relatives of these soldiers, as well as the families of the missing soldiers, some of whom had just sent their husbands away not long ago, but today they had to wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes for their young and fearless children, and some of them, watching their fathers step into the tunnel full of ambition, and soon, they could only pray for the safe return of their brothers and sisters. The crying was muffled and muffled, and the cry of sorrow came and went, as if the trip was the final parting.

Vilna listened to the voice that kept crying, and there was a trace of nameless anger in her heart, they were too much like themselves at that time, crying and crying, completely powerless, weak, all weak, why did these women only cry. She pressed her lower lip tightly with her lower jaw, letting her teeth rattle, and trying to gather a force in her hand to dissipate the grief in front of her, but she couldn't get rid of it.

"Do they think we're going to die?" Addo shifted his bulky body, the automatic machine gun strapped to his body at all matching the confusion on his face, like a little boy playing with a dangerous dagger.

"We'll be safe, that's what the seniors said." Knoll responded.

Unable to comprehend Knorr's thoughts, Werna just nodded slightly, "We'll arrive at Grey River Station," she said, "and everything will be fine." ”