By the time Alcoen woke up, Sasha was already sitting watching him.

Alcohen, who looked at him with a smile on his face, made him feel inexplicable for a while.

I don't know what the Yiren in front of me want to do?

Then when he thought of something, he immediately raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Sasha teasingly.

Alcoen patted his chest vigorously and said proudly, "Huh! Impossible, you don't look at who I am? But the man who once fought the beast alone."

Then looking at Sasha's back, my heart rippled again.

Feeling unhappy that his good brother was teased by Sasha, he was upset for himself

Alcohen clearly sensed that something was wrong and was afraid of being noticed.

He immediately took a few deep breaths and muttered something in his mouth

"If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall."

After a few actions, the good brother was comforted, and slowly lost the anger just now.

I watched as Sasha was already sitting on a stone next to the fire, using a stick to pick up the extinguished firewood that had turned to ashes.

I also know that I am leaving, I have been delayed a lot here, and there are still some things to do on my own.

Then he put away the clothes on the bench, and suddenly saw that the color of one piece of clothing was obviously different from the other clothes.

Alcohen is the first brother, and he knows what it is.

Taking advantage of Sasha's lack of attention, she first packed the piece of clothing in a bag and put it at the bottom of the backpack.

Then, after packing everything away, the guns were adjusted and the bullets were checked to see if they were damp from the previous flood.

The internal parts of the firearm were also roughly looked at.

I am afraid that when the time comes to encounter danger, the life-saving guy in my hand will not be able to shoot the bullet because of the jam.

At that time, I didn't even have a chance to cry.

And now that he is no longer alone, he has a person worthy of protecting with his life.

So Alcohen is also willing to see Sasha hurt because of his loss.

In this case, Alcohen will not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life, and he will be very unhappy.

I found that since I had a concern, I became sentimental.

I felt the change in myself. Alcohen shook his head. I don't think about anything else.

Then he no longer hesitated, and immediately put the packed things in a convenient place.

And the war knife that Sasha gave him before was also pinned tightly behind his waist by himself.

Then he walked towards Sasha

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"No, Artyom."

"Open, I told you to open."

"The webmaster has an order...... No one can go out."

"Are you an idiot for me? What does it mean to be "anyone"? Am I "anybody"?"

"It's an order! For the safety of the station...... Prevent radiation from entering ...... Can't open the door! This is the stationmaster's order!"

"Who's the stationmaster? My adoptive father! Open it for me."

"You're going to hurt me like that, Artyom......

"You're not open, are you? I'll do it myself."

"Hey...... Hello webmaster...... Yes, on the job...... Artyom is here...... Yes, your family. What am I going to do? Be! We are waiting for you."

"Learn to make a small report, huh? You can do it, Nikita, get out of the way! I have to open it, and I have to go up to whatever I say!"

At this time, two more people jumped out of the guardhouse, squeezed in front of Artyom, blocked the door with their bodies, and gently pushed him without reluctance.

Artyom hadn't closed his eyes since yesterday morning, with two dark circles under his eyes, and he was already weak, where was the guard's opponent - of course, the guard didn't intend to fight him.

Watching the excitement gradually gathered, some were dirty, and their hair was as transparent as glass

There are women with swollen bodies and bruised arms from the constant laundry in the ice water, and pig farm workers from the tunnel on the right who are tired and half-dead and want to join in any kind of fun.

The person's head was on his ears, his eyes were on Artyom, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

"He always goes up and up, what is he doing up there?"

"Not really! Every time I was clamoring to open the door, there was a breeze outside the door - pouring down from the surface! What a damn ......."

"How can you say that about him...... Anyway, he saved all of our lives...... Including your children."

"He saved us, yes, but now? What does he want to do? He himself is willing to suck the rays, and he has to drag us on!"

"The point is, what is he doing up there? It's nonsense!"

The crowd was suddenly split, and a man approached him.

The man had a scruffy beard, and the few gray hairs left on either side of his head crossed the Mediterranean Sea like a bridge, but his face was angular and hard, and his body seemed to be made of steel or rubber, as if a large living person had been dried alive, and even his voice sounded like it.

"It's all gone! Do you hear me?"

"Stationmaster! Stationmaster Sukhoi is here! Let him take his son away!"

"Uncle Hachar......

"Why are you here again, Artyom! Didn't I tell you......

"Open the door, Uncle Harcharal."

"I told you to disperse, didn't you hear? What's there to see? You, follow me!"

Artyom didn't move, but sat down on the ground, the granite floor smooth and cold, and he leaned his back against the wall.

"Stop making a fuss!" Sukhoi moved his lips and scolded silently, "It's already talking!"

"I have to go, I have to go."

"There's nothing up there! There's nothing to go about!"

"Didn't I tell you, Uncle Hachar?"

"Nikita! What are you doing stupidly! Disperse the crowd!"

"Yes, Stationmaster! …… It's all scattered! It's all scattered! Isn't it nice to find someone?" Nikita hurried and dispersed the crowd.

"You're talking nonsense! Listen," Sukhoi exhaled the long breath he had been carrying, and the whole person slumped beside Artyom like a deflated ball.

"You went out and died in vain. Do you think that suit can block the radiation? Fart! It's like a screen! Flower dresses are more effective than it!"

"So what?"

"Which stalker goes up as hard as you do? …… Have you counted the dose? You say, do you want to live or die?"

"I'm sure I heard."

"I'm sure you're hallucinating! No one can pick up your signal, Artyom! How many more times do you want me to tell you? There is no one left, only Moscow, only us."

"I don't believe it."

"Do you think I don't care if you believe it or not?! I just don't care if you lose your hair! Will there be blood in the urine! Is that thing rotten!"

Artyom shrugged his shoulders and muttered. Sukhoi waited patiently.

"I hear you. On the TV tower, next to the radio station in Ullmann."

"Why are you the only one who hears it? I've been listening to it for so long, and no one has heard it. You said you heard me, and then what?"

"Then I'm going up, that's all, gone." Artyom stood up and straightened his back.

"I want to hold my grandson." Sukhoi's voice came from below.

"You want your grandson to live here? Underground?"

"It's the subway." Sukhoi corrected.

"Yes, subway." Artyom didn't retort.

"They're going to be doing well here, at least they're going to be healthy. But if ......"

"Tell them to open the door, Uncle Hacharre."

Sukhoi stared at the black

The granite floor is glossy, as if looking for something on it.

"Don't you hear what people say about you? Say you're crazy — on the TV tower."

Artyom pouted and smiled, and took a deep breath: "I want to hold my grandson, Uncle Hachar, you have to be a son, your own son, let you discipline yourself however you want, in that case, your grandson will be like you, not like me."

Sukhoi narrowed his eyes. A second passed quietly.

"Nikita, open it to him."

Let him go, let him die. Bastard.

Nikita silently carried out the order.

Artyom nodded in satisfaction, walked into the isolation room, turned to Sukhoi and said, "I'll be back soon."

Sukhoi stood up against the wall, turned his hunched back towards Artyom, and staggered away, the soles of his shoes polishing the granite beneath his feet even brighter.

The door to the isolation chamber slammed shut.

In the isolation room, a light bulb on the ceiling with a life span of 25 years suddenly lit up, white and shiny, reflecting off the dirty tiles around it like a cold winter sun.

With the exception of a tin wall, the entire isolation chamber was encased in these tiles.

A plastic stool with a hole in it - you can sit on it to rest or step on it to tie your shoes.

A crumpled chemical suit hung from the hook.

A drain on the ground, a coil of rubber hose – that's what was used to eliminate radioactive contamination.

There is also a military backpack in the corner.

There is a blue microphone hanging on the wall, like the kind of old-fashioned phone booths.

Artyom slipped into his hazmat suit, his clothes baggy and not at all like his own.

He took the rubber gas mask from his backpack, put it on his head with great difficulty, blinked a few times to get his eyes adjusted to the blurry oval eyepiece, and then took off the microphone: "Ready."

There was a clatter, and the tin wall—actually the airtight door—slowly rose.

A clammy wind rushed in, and Artyom shivered. He carried the backpack on his back, and the backpack was heavy, and it felt like he was carrying a big living person.

There seems to be no end to the stairs that extend upwards, and the steps have been worn away by the soles of the shoes.

The subway station of the exhibition hall is located 60 meters below the surface, and the power of the aerial bomb is just out of reach.

Of course, if Moscow had been hit by a nuclear warhead, it would have become a big foundation pit long ago.

However, all the nuclear warheads were intercepted by anti-missile systems deployed high in the city, and only a few fragments rained down into the earth.

Albeit with strong radiation, at least it will not explode.

Moscow survived, but it was like a living pharaoh turned into a mummy: his hands and feet were still there, and he even had a smile......

As for other cities that do not have anti-missile defense, they are not so lucky.

Artyom adjusted his backpack, drew a cross on his chest, tightened the overly loose belt with his thick fingers, and walked upward.

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"So our goal now is to find Hunter, right?" Sasha asked again as she looked at Alcohen's side face and looked at his side face.

"Yes, our first goal is to go to the surface, to find the Caspian Sea. But before we go, we need to find Hunter." qs

"What are you looking for him? It was because he didn't listen to my advice that Leonid died." Sasha heard that Alcohen was going to Hunter, and she was reluctant, so she began to complain.

In the end, I realized that I mentioned the name of someone I shouldn't have mentioned, and my voice became quieter and weaker.

As if he hadn't heard Sasha's complaints, Alcohen still said to himself, "Because Hunter is very important to me, and this trip to the Caspian Sea, his joining the team, it will be easier to find the Caspian Sea."

Then he took Sasha's hand, turned his head to look at the other party, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will protect you well."

。 On this trip to the Caspian Sea, we will find our own paradise."

Sasha said no more.

It's just a paradise in Alcohen's mouth, and after experiencing the Leonid Ark, he doesn't have much expectations for it.

The reality is right in front of you.

Even the word of mouth of the residents of the subway that Leonid spent years searching for the ark was just a legend in a book, a joke after a meal.

Not to mention the outside world?

Before that, he had learned many times from Leonid and Homer that there was still war going on outside.

It's unsafe outside, not only with high levels of radiation, but also with an endless array of mutated beasts that can easily kill you.

Maybe only the inside of the subway is safe!?

After all, it has now become a system, and you can be self-sufficient in what you eat, so why do you have to go outside desperately?

Sasha thought numbly, she didn't realize that she was once a person who longed for the outside world, and she was also an adventurer.

But after going through so many things, Sasha's thoughts have already changed subtly.

Feeling the warmth of her palms, Sasha came back to her senses.

He is now Alcohen's person, and his negative attitude should not affect Alkoen.

I should support him and believe in him.

Although he has a grudge against Hunter, he should not transfer it to Alcohen.

Alcoen once told himself that Hunter had saved him many times and had taught him a lot.

And now Hunt can still be saved.