Where are we going now, are we going to find the bald heads?" Sasha sat opposite Alcohen, her hand on the joystick, breathing heavily, and the sweaty appearance made Alcohen's heart itch on the other side.

"Well, it won't be long before we're at Met. You probably haven't been there yet, have you?" Alcohen looked at the Iren on the other side with a gentle look.

And with one free hand, he found a worn-out water bottle in his bag, handed it to Sasha and said, "Drink a little, let's rest for a while, there are not so many dark creatures inside the subway now."

After the two men left Lusakov, they set out again on their way to the Metropolitan Station to find Hunter.

Before leaving, Lusakov also firmly assured Alcohen that he would fight for the liberation of mankind in this life.

As for that information, I also greeted Alcohen in advance, and if I would pick someone who was aspiring, I would selectively disclose this information.

I also hope that Alcohen can find that place and contact him in time.

In this way, the combination of inside and outside, each fulfilling its responsibilities, can better make the subway human life better.

At the same time, he also gave the Alcoon and the two some food and ammunition, and also provided a handcart so that the Alcoon and the others could find their destination faster.

And to show that the friendship between the two is long-lasting, and they strive for a common goal.

It didn't take long for Alcoen and Sasha to arrive at Met.

Although the documents of Alcoen and the others are long gone, Alcoen still has the iron medal that Hunter left for him.

The iron sign worked again here, and the doorman of the Metropolitan Station led Alcohen into a room.

It wasn't long before Alcoen saw Olmedo walk in.

Looking at the Spartan Ranger warriors who came in front of him, his eyes instantly contracted.

Alcohen didn't expect that the Olmedo in front of him would change so much.

It seems that he has suffered a minor injury, and he is in a wheelchair, and only two legs and one hand can move.

It is obvious that one of Olmedo's sleeves is drooping, and it seems that he lost an arm during his previous fight against the Hanseatic Alliance.

The other arm was also tightly bandaged and hung around the neck.

On his left shoulder was a pile of herbs, black but not black, yellow and yellow, with a foul smell, which seemed to be recovering.

Although he was not numb and did not die, it seemed that his arm had lost its strength, and it would take a long time to regain his mobility.

Olmedo's face also bears a scar mark that runs down his brow and down to the corners of his mouth.

This tragic scene was even more tragic than the second time I saw Hunt.

And Ormedo, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed by Schaefer behind him.

Alcoen nodded to the other party in greeting, and the latter looked at Alcohen's face with a smile that never disappeared, and seemed eager to quickly pull Alcoen aside and have a good chat about what happened to Alcohen recently.

After all, Schaefer is Solomon's guard here, and the elders who follow Solomon in their daily life and work.

There was no chance to go out, even when the Spartan Rangers were fighting against the Hanseatic Alliance, Schaefer was in the crypt to protect the elders.

He has always wanted to go out on an adventure, but he has never been able to do so.

And when Alcohen told him the story of his adventures, he had even more expectations for Alkoen's story.

"Ahh At this time, Sasha, who had brought a change of clothes from outside, came back and saw a person who was even more terrifying than a bald head appeared in front of her. All at once it was shouted.

Alcohen nodded apologetically to Olmedo, only to see the latter grin and look even more hideous.

After laughing, he spoke, "Later, you go to the conference room, where the Great Elder is waiting for you. When you're done, go to him, and he'll have something to tell you."

After saying that, he asked Schaefer in the back to push himself out.

Sasha apologized for her actions and bowed to Olmedo.

And the latter just smiled and didn't say anything.

After Olmedo and Schaefer left, Sasha handed Alcohen the clothes in her arms and said, "The people here are so welcoming, they have given me a lot of clothes."

"Here you go, let's put it on. Are you going to find the elder later?" After saying that, he closed the door and changed his clothes.

Alcohen hugged Sasha from behind, and her limp body slid into his arms.

And Sasha didn't resist and lay in Alcohen's arms, enjoying this moment of peace.

Alcoen looked at the beauty in his arms with a smile on his face, and then hugged the other person to himself. ……

A few hours have passed. ……

Alcohen saw the beauty in his arms asleep, holding his fingers in his mouth and curling up like a sleeping kitten.

It looks so pitiful, it makes people want to hug it in their arms and love it well.

Alcoon held Sasha's head in one hand and pulled his other arm out from under hers.

Then he carefully piled up the clothes scattered on the bed and turned out his own clothes.

Gently put the clothes on her body, trying not to wake Sasha up.

Then he crept out of the room.

After walking out of the room, he walked to the conference room refreshed.

The pedestrians on the road were nervous, and it seemed that they had not yet recovered from the war.

Alcohen looked around, but didn't see Hunter, and didn't see Miller. I guess I'm out on a mission.

As for his brother and sister-in-law Anna, they should be standing there at the All-Russian Exhibition Hall.

I was looking forward to the day when I met him, and I knew that Artyom was now obsessed with going to the ground, believing that there were other people living outside.

Then I walked to the conference room, although I hadn't been here for a long time, it was easy to recognize the characteristic building in front of me.

When he walked to the door, he saw Schaefer standing guard at the door with a gun.

As soon as the latter saw Alcohen, he immediately walked towards him.

He smiled and said, "You're here, yo. Isn't it very enjoyable to see you like this, to be accompanied by such a beautiful beauty, unlike me who only has some stinky old men to accompany you." As he spoke, he smiled lewdly at Alcohen.

Then I saw Alcohen not say a word, just watched him and didn't speak.

Then he lost most of his head and said, "Okay, it's still so boring. Hurry inside, the Great Elder has been waiting for you for a long time."

Alcoen nodded and pushed the door open into the conference room.

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"Did you poop?"

Before the patrols, they were greeted by a young man with short hair, high cheekbones, and ride-ear ears.

The eyes are a bit cross-eyed, and the color is the cement color of the sky.

The leather coat on his body did not fit well, his shirt was open, and a large tattoo of Jesus was revealing on his chest, staring calmly and confidently out from the cross.

The young man had a tin bucket between his legs and a blanket on his shoulders, and when he patted it gently, it immediately made a tempting clanging sound.

"I'll offer the best price!"

Earlier, above this metro station was the Riga Market, famous for its inexpensive roses.

Back then, after the air raid sirens sounded, people had only seven minutes to react fully: convinced that this was not a drill, they pulled out their papers and ran to the nearest subway station.

The clever flower vendors, closest to the subway entrance, elbowed away the panicked crowd and burrowed into the ground one by one.

When the question of how to make a living underground was put before them, they opened the airtight door, removed the corpses blocked in the doorway, and returned to their flower market, where they retrieved roses and tulips.

The flowers have withered, but they are more than enough for dried flower decoration.

In this way, the people of Riga Station have been in the dried flower business for a long time.

Although these dried flowers have mold and radiation, people can buy them correctly, after all, they are the most beautiful things that can be found in the whole subway.

You know, people have to continue to love and continue to mourn, how can they do without flowers?

With dried flowers, with the memory of happiness that is as if it was yesterday but never returned, Riga Station spreads its wings.

But you can't grow new flowers underground, flowers aren't mushrooms, they're not humans, they can't do without sunlight.

And the seemingly inexhaustible flowers on the ground have finally dried up.

A crisis has arisen.

The people of Riga, who were accustomed to a good life, finally had to cut back on their food rations, and even fell to the point of eating rats - just like other stations where there was no way out.

But once again, shrewd business acumen came to their rescue.

They weighed the opportunities and calculated the advantages of their geographical location, and made a deal to their neighbor to the north.

They buy the surplus pig manure and sell it to other mushroom-growing stations to serve as fertilizer.

The exhibition hall station accepted the offer - the big they had. qδ.o

In this way, the Riga station, which was about to be extinguished by poverty, was revitalized again.

The new product tastes bad, but it's more real and reliable.

Not only can it be mass-produced, but more new products can be added on top of it.

But now it's just the beginning, a lot of things are planned and haven't been realized.

Moreover, in these difficult times, the people of Riga Station have no way to pick and choose.

"Guys, what's the matter, you guys don't have the goods?" The short-haired young man asked disappointedly after a preliminary sniff at the visitor.

At this moment, the other people who were also carrying iron buckets also rushed over, scrambling to shout:

"Collect the dung!"

"Is there any? High price!"

"One bullet per kilogram!"

The settlement currency here is the same as the whole subway, and it is also AK automatic rifle bullets, which are the only hard currency today.

Bullets are the only credibility here, he can not only save people, but also kill people.

But the purchasing power of bullets is inefficient, and a lot of things require a lot of bullets.

However, it is certain that as the bullets are consumed, his significance will become more important, although there are now tools and methods to make bullets.

However, it is nowhere near as good as the previous process.

And those bullets are also kept in the collections of the powerful there.

The ruble lost its effectiveness long in the beginning - what to take to guarantee its value in the underground world where credit is worthless and the state ceases to exist?

Bullets, on the other hand, are a different story.

Paper money has long been rolled into cigarette rolls, and the large denominations are more popular than the small ones because they are cleaner, burn better, and emit less smoke.

Coins became toys for poor children who couldn't play with bullet casings.

Today, the measure of all commodities is the bullet.

A kilogram of manure can only be exchanged for one bullet at the Riga station, and three at the Sevastopol station.

Naturally, not everyone wants to do this business, but that's okay, the fewer people who do it, the less competition there is.

"Hey, Liaoha, get out of the way! I'm the first one to come!" A dark-skinned bearded man pushed the tattooed young man away, and the young man stepped aside in anger.

"Where are you going, huh? Do you think that if you run into them in the tunnel first, the will be all yours?" Another purple-faced bald man jumped over as well.

"Look, there's no rules when you just start in the industry!" Others followed.

"Alright, big brothers, what are you doing...... They're empty anyway!" The young man argued.

"Let me see!"

The young man named Liao Ha smelled it right, and there was no big pile of feces on the "tangent Yu Che" car.

When Artyom and Homer get out of the car, "Cut After" innocently spreads his hands: "My cargo is finished!" With that, he whistled ugly and turned around and drove into the darkness.

The patrol routinely checked the visitors and let them go, and the gathered dung dealers dispersed, leaving only the first one, Liao Ha.

It can be seen that he needs business the most.

"Would you like to do some sightseeing, guys? Let's see what we have here. When was the last time you saw the train? We have train hotels here, deluxe rooms! Electrification! In the corridor! I can get a discount!"

"I know everything about this place." Artyom said sincerely, and walked forward, followed by Homer.

Riga Station was originally painted in two festive colors, red and yellow, but to find out, you had to use your fingernails to remove the layer of grease that covered all the tiles on the platform.

A tunnel was blocked by a dead subway train, and the carriages were converted into a hotel.

The second tunnel is the supply line for the entire life of the platform.

"Do you know our bar, then? Newly opened. Home-brewed beer, premium goods. As for the ingredients, it's also used—"

"Stop!" Artyom hurriedly gagged him.

"That...... Guys, you've got to have some fun, right? The Avenue of Peace station was sealed and quarantined. The track was blocked horizontally, and the machine gunners were on duty with dogs. You don't know?"

Artyom shrugged, "So what, can't you be accommodating?"

Liao Ha snorted coldly, "You can be accommodating yourself. The Hansa gang are campaigning against corruption. You're hitting the muzzle of the gun. Those who took bribes will be released when they turn around, after all, they are their own people, but they have to find a scapegoat, right?"

"Why is it closed?"

"It's some mushroom disease, mold or something. I don't know if it was airborne or brought by outsiders. So everything is suspended."

"It's coming for me," Artyom muttered, "and doesn't want me in."

"What?" Liao Ha asked with a frown.

"I've poured these mushrooms." Artyom said.

"I understand," Liao Ha seemed to agree, "pouring mushrooms is the most boring."

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