The air was suddenly pierced by a shrill whistling, and a behemoth in the sky slammed down like a stone, almost hitting Artyom's head.

Instinctively, the boy immediately fell to the ground, which saved his life.

The unseen beast spread its hard wings and glided on the ground for some distance, and with a vigorous stroke, it reached a certain height again, drawing a half-circle in the air, coveting another attack.

Artyom clutched the submachine gun in his hand, dismissing the distractions in his mind.

But even the most dense bursts of bullets could not hurt this behemoth, and he had no hope of killing it.

But there will be the next attack!

Artyom turned back and threw himself into the wasteland, where he began his journey, without thinking about how to get back into the subway.

The flying monster let out a hunting cry and pounced on Artyom once more.

Artyom, who was wearing someone else's pants, staggered as he walked, and suddenly tripped face down and fell to the ground, but Artyom deftly rolled over and fired another straf.

The monster was overwhelmed by the bullets, but it was still unscathed.

At this moment, Artyom had bought time to get up and run towards the nearby house, but his reaction was still a step too slow, and he could not hide under the nose of the beast.

Now, there were two dark shadows hovering in the sky, and they stayed in the air by flapping their heavy membranous wings.

Artyom's calculations are simple: cling to the façade of any building.

The flying beasts were huge and inflexible, and Artyom would not be able to catch him if he stood there.

As for the rest...... He couldn't run away anyway. @

It's just in time this time!

He rushed to the wall, praying that the monster would let him go.

But on the contrary, they were smarter and more methodical than he could have imagined.

At first, there was only one, but then together with the second, they pounced on the ground 10 paces away from Artem, their wings dragged behind them, and they unhurriedly marched towards Artyom.

The bullets from the submachine guns didn't repel them, they only provoked them—bullets got into their thick hairs, but they couldn't penetrate into their flesh.

The one that approached Artyom bared its teeth viciously and distorted face, and in the curled black lips, Artyom saw crooked, nail-sharp teeth.

"Get down!"

Artyom didn't even think about where the distant voice came from, he just lay on the ground in no matter what he had.

A few steps away there was a loud explosion, and he was swept away by a huge current.

Soon a second time sounded, followed by the furious cry of the beast, and the sound of wings flapping.

He didn't dare to raise his head, coughing, looking through the dust raised.

A small funnel-shaped pit appeared on the ground not far away, the ground was drenched with oily blood, and the flesh was lying on the ground with blurred hard wings, and there were several charred unidentified objects next to it.

A tall, strong, and powerful man dressed in heavy protective clothing walked towards Artyom with his head held high.

Colonel Miller!

He grabbed Artyom's arm and helped him stand up, pulling him behind him.

It took a long time for Miller to let go of his hand as if he realized something.

His eyes are covered with gray glass, and Artyom can't see his eyes.

"Don't be left behind! Soon it will be dark, hurry up and get out of here. His voice was nasal, through the respirator.

In this way, he did not look at Artyom again, but walked forward with his head bored.

"Father-in-law!" Artyom called to him, and he tried to see the man who had saved him through a vaporized gas mask.

Colonel Miller pretended not to hear Artyom's words, and Artyom had no choice but to run for his life with all his might right behind him.

Of course, he still has that attitude towards Artyom, but he has already saved the stupid boy's life three times in a row.

This time he came specifically to the ground, just for Artyom, who now has nothing to doubt......

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Miller didn't plan to go to the lair of the behemoth that Artyom used as an exit for the subway, he knew the other way.

Turning right from the main road, he burrowed into an archway and passed by some flat boxes of rusty steel bars that looked like small pavilions for gnomes.

He fired a shot to scare away the unclear black shadows, and then stopped next to a brick sentry with a window nailed with dense iron bars.

He twisted the key from a bulky padlock.

Is this a bunker?

The sentry was an illusion, and behind the door zigzagged into the depths of a concrete staircase.

He hung the lock on the inside of the door, locked it, turned on the flashlight, and climbed down.

The walls were painted in white and green, and the paint had peeled off in many places because of the passage of time, and there were still some names and dates painted on them, and they read: "In-out, in-out......" and Colonel Miller scribbled a few times on it.

Perhaps everyone who uses this secret passage must register here before they go to the ground, and record it when they leave and return.

It's just that, underneath many names and dates, the time of return is not recorded.

It didn't take long for them to stop, and this time came sooner than Artyom had imagined.

The steps continued to descend, but Miller stopped by a hidden iron door and knocked on it with his fist clenched.

A few seconds later, the sound of a latch was heard on the other side of the door. They were greeted by an unkempt bearded man with blue trousers and straight knees.

"Who is this?" He asked, with some embarrassment.

"A messy guy." Colonel Miller said in a thick nasal voice, "I almost got eaten by those birds, and I almost shot him." Hey man, how did you get there? ”

He took off his cloak and ripped off his gas mask......

Standing in front of Artyom was a strange man: a hazel head, gray-white eyes, and a nose that collapsed as if it had been broken.

And he kept convincing himself, even though he felt that he was a little too agile for a wounded man, that he did not walk like a beast, and that his hazmat suit was not the same as before......

He suddenly felt depressed and ripped off his gas mask.

A quarter of an hour later, Artyom was already standing on the border of Hansa.

"I beg your pardon, we can't keep you without papers." His benefactor's voice was filled with sincere regret, "Even if you wait until tonight, it will be the same result...... So, is it okay to go to the transfer lane? ”

He was silent, nodded his head, and smiled.

"Where to go now?"

Go to him?

Make it!

Artyom can't hold a grudge against Colonel Miller just because he didn't save him this time...... He still had one thing to accomplish now, and he didn't want to put it off any longer.

Through the noise of the crowds, the footsteps and the cries of the vendors, the gentle and seductive musical echoes reached Artyom's heart.

This may be the melody of the music he heard before he left the subway.

Artyom seemed to walk towards the strangely glowing hole again......

Where is it going to take him?. @·error-free start~~