The others seemed to understand, and from time to time they hurriedly turned their heads to look at Su Mengfan, who was stumbling forward at the back of the group.

And it was to look him in the eye, and they were so focused on moving forward, undistracted by the fence separating the branches and the heavy, locked iron gates on the walls.

At this moment, Su Mengfan understood how huge the underground labyrinth dug by generations of residents of this city was.

This metro is made up of countless passages and corridors that stretch deep into the vast network.

Some of the doors that the group passed through were open, and when they shone their flashlights, they found abandoned houses with rusty bunk beds and desolate places.

It can be seen that this spectacular scene has been abandoned by the subway system for a long time.

Su Mengfan was still searching for the traces left by human beings in vain.

The road seemed endless, the old man had been walking very slowly, no amount of poking him in the back or the warrior's harsh words at him could not make him speed up, and the warrior who carried the stretcher with Anton had to turn his hands backwards, and the line did not stop for more than half a minute.

Surprisingly, Oleg persevered, and even though he was tired, he did not complain again.

He just kept sobbing and trying his best to keep up with the group.

I feel guilty about what I did before, and I don't know how I will face my father Anton later.

Earlier, a lively discussion began.

Looking at the warrior's broad back from behind, Su Mengfan knew what was happening.

They entered a new station, which looked the same as the previous one, with low arches, pillars as thick as elephant's legs, and painted concrete walls, and platforms so wide that they could not see the other at one end, and at a glance they would have thought that there were 2,000 people waiting for the train.

But there was no one here, and long ago, the last train was sent to an unknown destination, and the tracks were covered with black rust and covered with moss.

The name of the station in bronze characters made Su Mengfan tremble, and it was the mysterious name "Ren Star".

He immediately remembered the personnel of the troops at the Metropolitan Station and the faint lights in the desolate square near the collapsed walls of the Defense Building.

Olmedo held up his gloved hand.

At this point, the crowd immediately stopped.

"Ullman, follow me." Ormedo shouted, and he quickly climbed to the platform, and the strong warriors beside him followed the man who had given him the order, and their quiet footsteps faded into the silence of the station.

The rest of the crowd, as if on the defensive, were on the defensive, keeping an eye in both directions of the tunnel.

Su Mengfan found himself among them, and he felt that maybe under the cover of his comrades, he could find out what was strange.

"Is Daddy going to die?" He felt a little boy tugging at his sleeve, Su Mengfan looked down, and Oleg was looking at him with pleading eyes.

Su Mengfan knew that the child was about to cry, so he shook his head calmly and touched the child's head with his hand.

"Is it because I told me where my dad works? Did they hurt him for that reason? Oleg asked, "Dad always told me not to tell anyone. ”

He sobbed, "He said people don't like guides. The bombardier, dad said because of the guide. Bombardiers have defended the country, and they are not shameful or bad. But others are jealous of them. ”

Su Mengfan glanced worriedly at the priest, the old man who had sat on the ground because he was tired from the journey, staring at the empty front with empty eyes, not noticing their conversation.

A few minutes later, Olmedo and Ullman returned.

People gathered around Olmedo, and he began to tell everyone:

"The station is empty, but it is not abandoned, and there are still some poor bugs and other things in a few places......

We found a hand-drawn map, which, if anyone believes, leads to the Kremlin.

The transfer line for the central station and another line is there. One of them went to Mayakov Station, and we had to go in that direction.

The track should be idle, we don't have to worry about the passage next to it anymore, is there a problem? "The fighters looked at each other, and no one said anything.

Then, when the old man, who was sitting carelessly on the ground, heard about the Kremlin, he became sad, and he opened.

He shook his head and kept muttering something in his mouth.

Olmedo bent down and took out what was stuffed in his mouth.

The priest began to babble, "You can't go there!" You can't! I'm not going to the Kremlin! Leave me here! ”

"What's wrong?" Olmedo asked unhappily.

"We can't go to the Kremlin! We can't go there! I won't go! The old man kept repeating like a wind-up toy, and seemed very irritable.

"So, then, you don't go there." Olmedo replied to him.

"At least, your people don't have to go there. The tunnel is empty and clean. I'm not going to go to the branch line, I'd better go directly through the Kremlin. ”

People began to whisper.

Su Mengfan remembered the ominous light on the Kremlin tower and understood that it was not only the priest who was afraid to go there.

"Everyone!" Olmedo shouted, "We're leaving, there's no time to waste." Today is their taboo day, and there is no one in the tunnel. We don't know when it's going to end, so we're going to hurry! ”

"Nope! Don't go there! You can't go! I won't go either! "The old man seemed completely insane. When a warrior approached him, there were subtle, curved movements of the priest's hand. When the muzzle of the machine gun was pointed at him, he feigned obedience.

"Well, disoriented!" After a few seconds, his triumphant laughter turned into a suffocating gasp, his body began to twitch, his mouth was constantly foaming, his face became unusually ugly, and his mouth twisted upward.

This is the most terrifying laugh Su Mengfan has ever seen in his life.

"Alright." Olmedo shouted.

He approached the old man who had fallen to the ground, hooked him with the tip of his shoe, and flipped him over. The stiff corpse turned heavily and face down.

Su Mengfan thought at first that Olmedo did this because he didn't want to see the face of the deceased, but later he understood the real reason.

Olmedo used his flashlight to illuminate the wrist of the old man, who was tightly bound by silk threads.

It turned out that the priest had placed him in the right fist with a needle in his left forearm.

Su Mengfan didn't understand how he did it, where did he hide this poison, why didn't he use it earlier?

He turned away from the corpse and covered Oleg's eyes with his palm, where he froze.

Perhaps this is the last chance he can taunt everyone, giving hope and despair at the same time.

Yes, he succeeded.

Although the order was given to move forward, not a single warrior was aroused. @*~~

Olmedo looked at them and could imagine what the warriors were thinking.

If someone would rather commit suicide than go to the Kremlin, then what awaits them? .