If the musician was indeed Moskewin's son, it is entirely possible that he knew about the cancer that even Hunter had not heard of......

He hadn't heard of it or didn't want to say it?

Homer had always thought that Leonid was a liar, but what if the ray could really defeat the plague?

But all this is really too magical, radiation will reduce people's immunity, will increase the erosion of the plague on the human body.

Leonid, on the other hand, said that radiation can kill the virus, perhaps only reducing the activity of the virus.

After all, radiation is a product of the war of the gods, and it is the murderer who makes everyone's life so painful now.

He suppressed his extreme distrust of Leonid and began to search for evidence to prove him right.

Isn't that what he's trying to ask these two days?

So coughing, vomiting blood, nausea...... Just a symptom after radiation?

The dose of radiation he was subjected to on the Kakhov line may have wiped out the infecting bacteria......

But all this is in front of Homer, so Homer is powerless to refute, perhaps radiation is the only way to solve this plague.

But how do you get people to believe it?

How can you convince Hunter?

The devil knows what can seduce an old man!

If this is the case, then what will happen to Tula station?

What about Hunter?

Alcohen hopes to convince Hunter that he does have a strange grip on him.

If one of the two sides in his body is constantly repelling the girl, and the other is burned by the girl with a hot iron, which of them will appear at the decisive moment?

This time, the woodland station no longer showed itself to them - to Homer, Sasha, Leonid.

The entire station was empty, lifeless, and smelled musty.

Is this sign good or bad?

Homer didn't know. Perhaps the wind blowing through the tunnel is the shadow of the wind on the ground, which is essentially a dizzying evaporative gas!

Or is the old man mistaken, and now the woodland station can no longer show him any future?

"What do you mean by 'emerald'?" Sasha asked suddenly.

"Emerald is a transparent green stone." Homer casually explained, "Emerald means green."

"Interesting." The girl replied thoughtfully, "That means Emerald City exists after all......

"What do you mean?" The musicians were thrilled.

"No, it's just...... You know what." She looked at Leonid, "I want to find this place now, your city, too. I've got to find it."

Homer just nodded, he could not convince himself that the musician who had lured Sasha and tricked her into standing at the stadium was sincere, sincere.

The girl was still immersed in her own thoughts, muttering to herself, occasionally sighing or two. Then she calmly looked at the old man:

"Are you done? What happened to me in the book?"

"I...... Writing."

"Okay." Girl with her jaw bowed.

What happened at Serpukhov station?

The number of Hansa guards at the entrance doubled, and the taciturn, serious-looking soldier flatly refused to let Homer and the two young men enter, allowing the musicians to offer his bullets, and the golden papers proving his good birth did not make them react.

The old man turned the tide: he asked the soldiers to answer Andrei Andrevich's phone.

After a long half hour, a sleepy-eyed signal soldier appeared, and Homer angrily called the phone saying that the three of them were the vanguard of the cavalry regiment...... Half of the sentence was false enough to get them through the platform hall.

The hall was very stuffy, as if all the air in the station had been drained.

Although it was late at night, everyone had insomnia, and they rushed to the reception room of the stationmaster Dubreinen.

Comrade the stationmaster, sweating profusely and disheveled, greeted them personally at the door with sleepy eyes and drunken breath, and there were no orderlies in the room.

Andrei Andrevich looked nervously at them, and he was relieved that he didn't see Hunter.

"Soon they'll be there?!"

"Soon,......," Homer replied with great confidence.

"Serpukhov is rioting." The stationmaster was sweating profusely and pacing back and forth in the reception room, "Someone inadvertently revealed the epidemic. No one believes that there is nothing to worry about, and everyone lies that gas masks are useless."

"It's not lying." Leonid interrupted.

"The guards on duty have escaped from the sentry in a southern tunnel leading to Tula Station, coward......

"In the middle of the other strip occupied by the intested, there are still people guarding ......."

"The berserkers surrounded them in layers, shouting 'Judgment Day'......"

"Now it's time to start all of this in my own station! Where are our rescuers?!"

There was scolding, shouting from someone else, and rebuke from the guards, but Andrei Andrevich didn't get any answer, and he burrowed into his lair, where the sound of bottlenecks and wine glasses clashing.

The phone on his orderly's desk suddenly flashed a red light as if it was waiting for the stationmaster to leave, and it was the one marked "Tula Station" on it.

Homer hesitated for a second, walked to the table, picked up the earpiece, and took a deep breath......

"This is Dubreinin Station!"

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"Say what?" Artyom turned his head to look at the commander in a dumbfounded manner.

The Commander was unconscious, his eyes dull as if they had been covered by a curtain, wandering aimlessly under his forehead, his body sometimes shaking from coughing. It must have hurt his lungs, Artem thought...

"You're still alive?" He shouted into the microphone, "The infected rushed out!."

Then it occurred to him: you know, they did not know what was happening at the Tula station, and they should be told the facts in detail and comprehensively.

On the platform, a woman was screaming and a machine gun was firing. The sound came through the crack in the door, and the people in the room were not spared.

On the other end of the line, someone answered something and asked something, but couldn't hear it clearly.

"Please close the entrance!" Artyom repeated.

"Shoot at them! Don't let them in!"

He realized that they didn't know what an infected patient looked like.

How do you describe it to them?

Fat, cracked, filthy?

However, if you have just been infected, you will look no different from a normal person.

"Destroy them all, one by one." He said mechanically.

If he himself had to flee from this station, then he would have been killed by the bullets of the guards.

He himself sentenced himself to death?

No, he won't leave.

Not a single healthy person in the station is gone......

Artyom suddenly couldn't stand the loneliness.

The scary thing is that the person on the other end of the phone who is talking to him has no time to talk to him on the phone anymore.

"Please, don't let go of your words!" He pleaded.

Artyom didn't know what to say to this complete stranger, but he began to tell how long it had taken him to get through the call;

began to say how scared he was, afraid that not a single living station in the subway would not exist;

Said he had dialed the call to the future, and no one was alive there, but he suddenly remembered that he had already said those things.

Now he doesn't have to worry about sounding stupid, now he can be fearless, he just needs to talk to someone.

"Artyom!" The Commander's voice rang out from behind him, "Have you made contact with the North Gate?" Is the sealed door closed?"

Artyom turned and nodded.

"Premature baby." The Commander spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's useless...... Listen to me, mines have already been laid in the station. I found the tube...... from above. Drainage channels for groundwater. I put ...... there."

"Let's go out first, and then Tula Station will be flooded. The mines are here, in my office. We need to close the north valve first......

"Then check to see if the south gate has stopped them. If the station is closed, the water will not continue to leak forward. Close the sealed door, understand?"

"Tell me when you're ready...... Is communication with the North Checkpoint interrupted?"

"I understand." Artyom nodded.

"Don't forget to stay on this side of the door." The commander tried to pull the corners of his mouth, trying to make a smiling expression, but coughed, "Or you won't be my comrade......

"What about you...... Are you here?"

"Don't be afraid, Popov." The Commander narrowed his eyes, "Everyone is born with their own mission. I was born to drown these beasts. Your mission is to close the hatch and die as an honest man. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Artyom repeated.

"Go for it......

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There was silence on the other end of the line.

Under the control of the wayward telegraph god, Homer was already quite satisfied to hear the voices of the Tula soldiers.

But the last few words he said couldn't be understood by Homer anyway, and then the communication was cut off.

The old man raised his eyes, and the obese Andrei Andreevich appeared in front of him, the armpits of his blue uniform were soaked, and his thick arms trembled.

"What did you say there?" He asked in a trembling voice.

"Nothing is out of control." Homer swallowed, "Send all the forces you can to Serpukhov."

"It won't work." Andrei Andreevich took out the Makarov pistol from his trouser pocket, "There was panic in the station. I've planted all the people I can trust at the entrance to the tunnel of the Ring Road, so that no one can escape from there."

"You can calm the panicked!" Homer was not very adamant, "We have found ...... Methods of curing epidemics. Radiation. You tell them ......."

"Radiation?!" The stationmaster's face distorted." Do you believe it yourself? Let's go, God bless you!" He sarcastically gave the old man a military salute, slammed the door shut, and locked himself in his office.

"What should I do?" Now Homer, the musician, and Sasha can't even escape from here...... So where are they?!

The old man rushed down the hallway, holding his hand to his heart, calming his beating heart.

He ran to the platform and shouted her name...... There are no signs of them anywhere.

The Dubrening station was in chaos, with women with children and men with luggage surrounding the cordon, and between the overturned tents, there were people taking advantage of the fire to loot, but no one cared about them.

Such a picture would be familiar to Homer - a stampede would happen right away, and then a shot would be fired at the unarmed.

The tunnel is groaning. Recite.

The howl of the ghost and the wolf suddenly died down, and was replaced by a startling whistle.

The unusual sound was repeated again......

The march horn of the Roman legions, which had been dormant for a thousand years, sounded, and this team miraculously descended on what is now Dubrein......

The soldiers were scrambling, they moved the protective net, and at the mouth of the vertical hole appeared a behemoth - it was a real armored train!

The cockpit was wrapped in a heavy casing, the seams were fastened by rivets, with perforations, two large-caliber machine guns, a long, burnt torso and a second rotating turret pointing in opposite directions......

Even Homer had never seen anything like it.

In the armored car sat a flock of statues as black as crows.

Their uniforms are exactly the same, and everyone is fully armed, wearing Kevlar fiber bulletproof vests, gas masks that have never been seen before, and carrying backpacks.

They don't seem to belong to this era at all, to the world that exists.

The armored train stopped. The outsiders, armed in forged armor, completely ignored the crowd that had gathered to watch the bustle, and stepped onto the platform one after another, standing in three rows.

Then, in unison, like a man, like a machine, he walked towards the passage to Serpukhov, and with his heavy and powerful footsteps stepped through the reverent whispers of others and the cries of children.

The old man hurriedly followed them, trying to find Hunter among the dozen soldiers, but they were almost identical—exactly the same height, exactly the same waterproof overalls.

Everyone was just as imposing, with a backpack-type grenade launcher, a rifle with a muffler, no cockade, no badge, no recognizable markings.

Is it one of the three people who are at the front?

The old man ran over the post, waving his arms and staring at the soldiers' gas masks, but his gaze only met the identical, emotionless, indifferent gaze.

No one responded to him, and no one recognized Homer.

Is Hunter in it or not?

He was supposed to show up!

Sasha, Leonid, the old man didn't see it.

Could it be that divine reason had finally persuaded the musician to hide the girl so that he would not sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of sin?

Let them escape this bloody battle somewhere, and then Homer will try to convince Andre. Andreevich, before this fat man shoots himself through the head with a bullet.

The team made their way through the crowd and sped forward like a thrown hammer ball.

No one dared to block their way, and even the Hansa border guards gave way to them without saying a word.

Homer decided to follow the marching column—he should have been glad that Sasha hadn't had time to make any move.

No one drove the old man away, and no one would give him any more attention than the barking puppy following the railcar.

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Chapter 193: Magic Free Read.