I met a person on the road, and that person looked younger than Su Mengfan.

After talking, I learned that the young man's name was Nathaniel.

Due to the long-term discipline of his parents, he developed a rebellious mentality. I was attracted by the adventure stories of those passers-by, and I wanted to go out and have an adventure more and more.

In the end, with the coins he had saved for a long time, he bought a dilapidated machine gun from the merchants. After a simple tidying up, I went out on an adventure while my parents were working.

But encountering dark creatures on the way makes Nathaniel understand that the outside world is not so exciting.

So I had to go to {Gomez City Station} to join my relatives here.

…………

At the entrance to the subway station, sandbags are piled up as tall as a person.

Behind the sandbags there was a group of people, sitting on wooden stools, looking at them with serious expressions, small heads, broad shoulders, shabby leather jackets, shabby sweatpants - all of this looked quite interesting, but for some reason it didn't make people feel cheerful.

Three of them sat there, and the fourth stool was littered with a random deck of cards. Those people were full of foul language.

Su Mengfan listened to it for a long time, but he couldn't recognize a word that people commonly use.

"Hey, look at who's here?" The fourth guard pulled the bull's throat and looked at Su Mengfan and Nathaniel from top to bottom. "Are you passers-by, or are you merchants?

"We're not merchants, we're passing through, and we're not carrying any merchandise." Su Mengfan explained.

"Passerby—poor ghost!" The male duck burst into a loud laugh, "Did you hear that, Kolya?" It's a passing pauper! He repeatedly shouted to the people who were playing cards.

They all responded positively to the mockery of the male duck's voice.

The bull-like bull was as tall as a bull with one hand against the wall, blocking his way.

"Our kind of ...... Something like customs, you know what I mean? He explained. Cash is the pass, and you want to get through here – you have to pay for it. If you don't want to pay it, then you will lose ......"

"Who gave you the power?" Nathaniel protested angrily.

"That's wrong."

The bull may not have understood what he meant, but he knew from the tone that he didn't like to hear it.

He pushed Su Mengfan aside, took a big step, and stood directly in front of Nathaniel.

He lowered his head and looked at the young man in front of him solemnly.

His eyes were hollow, and he didn't seem to have any thoughts or minds, and there was a stupid, resentful light in his eyes.

The young man could not stare at them, he blinked nervously, but he could sense the fear and hatred in the eyes of the prostitutes as they sat at the entrance of the tunnel and watched the people pass by.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The bull intimidated him.

He was a head taller than Nathaniel and three times as stout.

Su Mengfan remembered the story about David and Goliath.

Although he confused which one was bigger, he knew that the smaller and weaker of the two was the winner, so he was optimistic about the confrontation.

"What do you want?" Nathaniel was surprisingly bold to say.

This reply angered the loud man, who opened his short palm and confidently pressed five fingers on the young man's forehead.

The skin on his palms was yellow, calloused, and smelled of smoke and car oil, and Nathaniel didn't have time to make out all the scents as the thug pushed him back.

The male duck may not have used much force, but Nathaniel flew a meter backwards.

When the bull asked where he was, the young man fell on the bridge.

At this time, Su Mengfan had already thrown his luggage to the ground, holding Chong in his hand. The spear stood there.

He pulled the safety bolt and hinted in a calm voice that this behavior would not end well—Nathaniel even listened with his hair on end—and Su Mengfan said quietly, "Why are you so rude to my partner?" ”

He didn't say anything more, but to the ashamed Nathaniel, who had just stood up after struggling on the floor for a long time, the words were like a muffled thunder, and it was likely that a storm would follow.

Nathaniel stood firm, snatched his old machine gun from his shoulder, and aimed it at the guy who had offended him, the safety of the gun was open and he could shoot at any moment.

His heart was beating faster, hatred outweighed fear, and he said to Su Mengfan, "Give him to me!" He himself was surprised that he would not hesitate to kill him because the man had only pushed him.

The beads of sweat on the bull's bald head were clearly visible in his sight, and the desire to pull the trigger became stronger the more meters.

Nathaniel wanted nothing more than to get rid of this filthy creature at once and wash the shame he had brought upon himself from his blood.

"Alert!" The bull shouted.

Su Mengfan took out a pistol from the bull's belt like lightning, opened the safe, flashed himself, stood against the wall, and aimed at the so-called "customs officer" who jumped up from the stool.

"Don't shoot!" He shouted loudly to Nathaniel, and the beastly field appeared once again: the duck raised his hands on the bridge, motionless.

Su Mengfan pointed his gun at the other three thugs who had not yet had time to get their machine guns.

"We don't need a bloody battle," Su Mengfan ordered calmly and solemnly instead of asking.

"There are rules here, Nathaniel," he continued, not taking his eyes off the three stunned "customs officers" who were now looking ridiculous.

Those bald heads should know Kalashnikov Rush. The spear was lethal at this distance, so they didn't want to arouse unnecessary suspicion from anyone who pointed it at them.

"Their rule is that we have to pay for the road to get in. How much do you want? Su Mengfan asked.

"Three coins per person," said the duck standing on the bridge.

"Can we still get cheaper?" Nathaniel mockingly suggested, pointing the barrel of his machine gun at the guy's belt.

"Two." The man looked nimble, his evil eyes looking at Nathaniel, as if he wasn't sure what Nathaniel was paying attention to.

"Give it to him!" Su Mengfan ordered Nathaniel. "Give him mine too, and I'll give it back to you later."

Nathaniel immediately used his right hand to support the machine gun.

With his left hand, he quickly pulled out four shiny coins from the innermost part of his duffel bag and tossed them to the patrolman's side.

The man quickly grabbed them with his fist and threw them into the protruding pocket of his jacket, then raised his hands again to look at Su Mengfan.

"Got the money?" Su Mengfan raised his eyebrows and asked questioningly.

The male duck stiffened his face and nodded, his eyes kept looking at Su Mengfan's weapon.

"So the conflict between us is resolved?" Su Mengfan asked.

The thugs were silent. Su Mengfan reached into his spare bag, took out five more coins, and put them in the patrol officer's pocket.

Hearing them fall in, the tense muscles on the male duck's face disappeared, and he returned to his usual lazy and suspicious expression.

"Compensation for moral damages," Su explained, but there was no response to the sentence.

It may be that the male duck voice did not understand the meaning of this sentence, just like he did not solve the previous question.

He guessed the meaning of Su Mengfan's words through the money and force that Su Mengfan had prepared, which was probably the only way he understood the situation.

"You can put your hands down," Su Mengfan said, slowly pointing his gun upward, and the muzzle of the gun left the three "customs officers".

Nathaniel did the same, but his hands were still shaking—he was ready to smash the bald head's skull at any moment, and he didn't trust these people.

However, his anger was unfounded. The bull lowered his hand and told the rest of his accomplices that he was all right.

The male duck leaned his back against the wall, showing indifference, allowing passers-by to pass him into the station.

Nathaniel gave him a look of disgust as he passed, but the bull ignored his provocation and looked away.

However, Nathaniel, who had just walked over, shouted a disgusted "Phew!" behind him. The sound of the little male dog ......" and spit on the ground.

He wanted to turn back, but Su Mengfan, who was walking one step ahead of him, grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

Nathaniel struggled, thinking about his desire to turn around and teach the guy a lesson, but at the same time being dominated by his own cowardly heart, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

When they were all standing on the black granite floor of the station, they suddenly heard an elongated roar behind them: "Hey! Give me my gun! ”

Su Mengfan stopped and threw the gun marked "TT" and a few coins to the bull. The guy deftly caught the pistol, stuck it in the holster around his waist, and watched with chagrin as the few coins thrown by Su Mengfan fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry." Su Mengfan spread out his palms and shrugged his shoulders, "You want these, right?" Pick it up yourself. ”

After entering {Gomez City Station}, Nathaniel said goodbye to Su Mengfan, and hurriedly went to find his relatives.

{Gomes City Station} is different from other stations that Su Mengfan has seen, it does not have the three arches like {All-Russian Exhibition Center Station}.

There is only a huge hall and wide platforms with rails on both sides of the platform, giving an unusual impression.

The lights in the platform room were disorderly, and there were dimly lit pear-shaped lamps scattered everywhere.

There was no fire at all, and the notice said that no ignition was allowed.

In the center of the hall is a white mercury vapor lamp that generously pours light around.

This was really a miracle in Su Mengfan's opinion, but the noise and chaos around the hall were distracting, making it impossible for people to stare at the brightly lit miracle for a second.

Life at the station is lively, a bit like {Peace Avenue Station}, but the latter is a little more modest and orderly.

Su Mengfan remembered that the commander had said that there was a better place in the subway than the low-grade, shoddy market at {Alekseevsk Station} where they had passed together.