The small-eyed guy said happily: "He's awake!" Hey, hangman, what are they catching you for? ”

He spoke without accents at all, and the man's pronunciation was no different from that of Su Mengfan and Cage—a very strange sound—and he listened to pure Russian from such a strange person.

Su Mengfan couldn't shake off a feeling that was haunting him - it was a farce, the guy with small eyes was just moving his lips, and the man with a beard or a leather coat was talking behind him.

He reluctantly admitted, "I killed one of their chiefs." ”

The man with high cheekbones said enthusiastically, "Oh, you really can!" You're exactly the kind of person we like! That's what they deserve! ”

The deep-skinned man sitting in front turned to Su Mengfan and frowned with respect, so Su Mengfan thought that this person must have said the wrong thing.

But he smiled happily: "That means that we played this haunt in vain." He also had such a perfect Russian accent that Su Mengfan was confused and didn't know what to think.

The beautiful man in the leather coat asked him, "Hero, what is your name?" ”

Su Mengfan introduced himself.

The beautiful man pointed to the guy with small eyes: "I'm Lusakov, and this is Bonnsay." ”

The dark-skinned man grinned again and added, "I'm Maxim, and this one is Feodor." ”

Finally, he also introduced the dog, Karatz Ipa.

Su Mengfan shook hands with them one by one, including Lusakov's strong, dry hand, Bonnsay's thin but strong hand, Maxim's big black shovel-like hand, and Feodor's fat hand.

He seriously tried to memorize their names, especially the hard-to-pronounce "Karacyipa".

But it seems that they call each other by different names.

They called the important man "Captain", Maximka "the deep-skinned man" or "Beast Mumba", Bonnesayi "the small-eyed guy", and the bearded man who wore the ear guard hat at the end was called "Uncle Fyodor".

Lusakov proudly declared: "Welcome to the 1st Combat Brigade of the Moscow Metropolis!" ”

Su Mengfan thanked him, then fell silent and looked around.

These people's names are very long, and at the end of the words are something vague and unfamiliar to Su Mengfan.

"Brigade" reminded him of Zhenya's story about the illegal bandits near Shapolovskaya, and he was even more curious about the face fluttering in the wind on the cloth.

He asked shyly, "Who is it on your flag?" In the last moments before he spoke, he tried to make sure that it was a "flag", so that he did not call it a "rag".

Bonsayi explained to him: "Brother, that's Nurmamet O'Brien. ”

Su Mengfan didn't understand: "Which O'Brien?" But at this point, seeing the anger in Lusakov's eyes and the mocking look on Maksimka's face, he realized that he had said something stupid.

The captain suddenly said word by word: "Nurmamet O'Brien is a great leader. ”

Although Su Mengfan still didn't understand, the captain's unhappy attitude was already obvious, so he decided to keep silent with his eyes wide open enthusiastically.

After all, these people saved his life, and it would be rude to lose his temper with them in ignorance.

The welded beams of the tunnel flashed extremely quickly, and as they spoke, they had managed to fly over the half-empty station and stop in the faint light of the tunnel.

Here, just on the side, there's a forked cul-de-sac where they can stop.

Lusakov said: "Let's see if those scum dare to chase us. ”

Now they had to speak quietly, for Lusakov and Karatzipa had to listen attentively to the sounds coming from the darkness.

Su Mengfan asked, "Why are you doing this?" I mean, why save me? He tried to use the right words.

Bonnesayi explained: "It was a planned sortie and we got the message. He smiled mysteriously.

Su Mengfan asked, "About me?" ”

Bonnesayi made a negative gesture and said, "No, it's just general news."

We've heard that these Fourth Reichs are planning some kind of atrocity, so the captain decided to let us stop it.

Also, it is our mission to continue to attack and interfere with them. ”

Maksimka continued: "They didn't set up barricades on the side, they didn't even have bright torches, only some sentries equipped with simple firepower, so we broke them up.

But it was a pity that we had to use a machine gun, and a smoke screen was put at that time.

We've got a mask on us—and we've brought back you, the subway hero who wiped out the prefects of the Fourth Reich. ”

Uncle Fyodor did not speak, he smoked some kind of weed with his pipe, and the smoke from the pipe began to make his eyes wide.

He suddenly said, "Yes, my young friend, it's good to save you. Want to have some wine? ”

He took out half a bottle of black stuff from an iron box, shook it and handed it to Su Mengfan.

It took a lot of courage to take a small bite - it went into her throat like sandpaper, but it made Su Mengfan feel as if a vice had been loosened in her throat that had been clamped for 24 hours.

After a few minutes, Lusakov returned, and he informed them: "Everything is normal. A calm expression appeared on his handsome and masculine face: "We can take a break." ”

There was nothing to make a fire, so they hung the small kettle on the camping stove and chopped up some cold pork, which the warriors ate very well.

When Bonn Say pushed the problem to Lusakov, he said firmly: "No, Alcohen, we are not from the red line. ”

He pointed to the rag depicting a well-groomed man with a long beard and said, "Moskovin took Bonnela's place, betrayed the original intention of the city, officially abolished the inter-station work, and cut off support for GM activities. He's a traitor, he's a compromiser. ”

Fyodor puffed and blew on his cigarette roll and said, "Aha, where did you get the firewood?" ”

Lusakov blushed and looked fiercely at Uncle Fyodor. Feodore just shushed a few times in mockery and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

Su Mengfan couldn't figure out anything from the captain's explanation, except for the main thing: these people have no consensus with the red line.

Damn the red line also wants to tie Mikhail Polfilevich's internal organs to a stick and shoot him at the same time.

The thought calmed him down, and in an effort to make a good impression, he blinked, "Bonnilla? That statue at the mausoleum, right? ”

But this time, he said it too far.

Angry convulsions distorted Lusakov's handsome and brave face, and Bonnesay turned away, and even Uncle Feodor frowned.

Su Mengfan hurriedly corrected: "Oh, no, no, it's not right, the one at the mausoleum station is the statue of Bueno!" ”

The serious wrinkles on Lusakov's high cheekbones finally stretched, and he said sternly: "Alcohen, you still have to learn!" ”

Su Mengfan really didn't like Lusakov to accuse himself, but he restrained himself and did not refute.

He really didn't know any of this, so he waited until the angry storm had passed before he continued his expedition to ask questions.

"Then why are you against the Fourth Reich? I mean, I'm against them too, but you guys are GMs after all......"

Lusakov gritted his teeth and shouted: "Those guys are scum!" A demon in human skin! ”

As soon as they pour boiling water into the cup, they become more active.

Bonnesay annoyed Uncle Fyodor with stupid questions – apparently teasing him.

And Maximka, sitting closer to Lusakov, asked in a whisper:

"Captain, could you please tell me how to explain the headless mutant? It's been baffling me for a long time. I want to arm myself ideologically, and I'm still blank in this regard. ”

He bared his white teeth and gave a guilty smile.

The captain hesitated for a moment and replied, "Well, Maxim, look. He began to think hard.

"My brother, your question is not simple!"