The Subway Line 35 transit station had turned into hell.
Thick blood soaked every inch of the tiles, and pieces of flesh and limbs were scattered everywhere. The strong smell of gunpowder floated in the air, and it even covered the creepy smell of blood. One by one, corpses fell to the ground. Their dangling arms were as thin and withered as twigs.
Pairs of military boots stepped over the corpses on the ground and stood in front of a collapsed wall.
"The road ahead is blocked," Sminov said, "Maybe it's the work of those survivors."
Yegor did not speak. He took two steps forward and walked to the collapsed rubble. He stretched out his right hand and wiped the wall with his index finger.
He retracted his right hand, gently rubbed his index finger and thumb, and closed his eyes as if he was feeling something.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, looked at the collapsed wall, and slowly said.
"It collapsed ten years ago. It should have been a directional explosion."
"It seems to be a dead end." Sminov walked to the commander's side and frowned.
"Not necessarily." Yegor grinned, and his fierce eyes flashed with a trace of madness.
"Oh?" For some reason, Sminov felt a little uneasy.
"Bring me the map," Yegor said.
Soon, a soldier stepped forward and handed over the Shangjing subway line traffic map with both hands.
Yegor pressed the map on the wall and unfolded it. His eagle-like eyes followed Line 35 all the way to the east and finally stopped at the Dongcheng Park station under his feet. This was the transit station where Line 35 and Line 27 converged, and it was also directly above Subway Line 2.
Reaching out, he measured the subway line with his index finger and thumb as if he was measuring something.
Soon, a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"Did you find anything?" Sminov looked at the commander and asked.
"Dear Comrade Sminov, I don't know if you have heard of Shangjing Subway Line 0."
"I have heard of it. But this … "Sminov frowned slightly." Is it just a legend? Just like the future factory under the Kremlin, no one has ever verified it. "
"The best way to cover up a secret is to use a confusing story to cover up an irrefutable conflict. Of course, I only began to suspect this recently … "Yegor's gaze continued south along Line 27 and stopped at Pingan Street. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said," Until now, I am convinced that the legendary Subway Line 0 must exist, and the survivors here ten years ago have been eyeing it. "
Yegor's index finger pointed on the map. "Subway Line 27 passes directly above the Pan-Asian Cooperation Building, which is the political center of the Pan-Asian Cooperation. This is very abnormal, isn't it? Looking down, it was directly connected to Line 35 and Line 2. If I am not mistaken, the answer must be here. The problem isn't with Line 27, but with Line 2, which is connected to Line 27. "
As for Line 35 …
They came from Line 35, so they could be ruled out.
Sminov took a deep breath.
Although he felt that his commander's idea was crazy, he couldn't find fault with it.
Line 2 or Line 27, one of them was a transit station leading to the legendary Line 0.
This was a multiple-choice question, and it didn't seem to matter if he chose incorrectly?
"But how do we get there?" Sminov looked at the commander and asked. "There is no road."
"No road?" His eyebrows raised, Yegor's mouth formed a fierce curvature. "Then blow one out."
Line 2 or Line 27?
They could choose this multiple-choice question at the same time.
They brought a lot of tactical nuclear warheads from the Uelen Border Station.
…
They still left from the south gate.
In the warehouse at the south gate, Jiang Chen took out the weapons stored in the warehouse with his guards and prepared to leave the city.
However, when the group passed through the wall and came to the buffer zone between the city wall and the wall, they found a long line at the gate. Soldiers armed with rifles and wearing bulletproof vests interrogated the people leaving the city one by one.
Jiang Chen frowned slightly.
Just as he wanted to ask what was going on, he heard the survivors next to him whispering.
"There was an explosion on North Street. I heard that there were gunshots too," a lone traveler said in astonishment.
"Gunshots? Fu * k, I don't know which guy drank too much. " A mercenary-like survivor whispered, "Dammit, I don't know how long this line will last."
"It is said that after the incident, Commander Ding was quite angry and ordered the whole city to be under martial law to search for the murderer. There hasn't been a shooting on Pingan Street for three years, at least not on the street. The reason why businessmen choose to stay here is because it is safe here. But now, someone slapped the face of the entire militia. "
"If they are caught, they won't be forgiven."
"Forgiven? Hehe, most likely they will be locked in the same cage as Death Claw. "
"Right, where did the explosion take place? Have you heard?"
"It seems to be the Dihao Hotel …"
Listening to the discussions of the survivors next to him, combined with the previous auction, Jiang Chen had already guessed the whole story. That Miss Zhao Qiuran was also … a tough woman, she blew up the Dihao Hotel. He just didn't know if Wan Peng was involved. If he was right, he should also be inside.
Don't blow him up.
The Survivors Alliance hasn't paid yet.
Jiang Chen patted Lu Fan's shoulder, whispered a few words to the captain of his guards, and pointed to the side of the city gate. The officer moved a chair and sat at the door, watching the soldiers interrogate the survivors. Then he stuffed a dark green crystal with more than 300 energy points into his hand.
Lu Fan nodded, left the team, and walked toward the officer.
Jiang Chen didn't have the time to wait in line with these survivors. There was no problem that money couldn't solve.
More than 300 crystals were more than enough to bribe an officer guarding the gate.
Just then, Jiang Chen felt someone touch his arm.
He turned around and saw a woman in a broken cloak standing nervously next to him, begging in a low voice.
"Take me out of here."
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, recognized the face, and smiled ambiguously.
"Oh? Is this the attitude of begging? "
What a coincidence. After blowing up the Dihao Hotel on North Street, she ran to the South Gate not long after. But her movements were still a bit slow. As soon as she escaped from the Dihao Hotel, the militia stationed on Pingan Street put the city under martial law.
Biting her lower lip, Zhao Qiuran whispered.
"I know something that is very important to you."
Jiang Chen was amused and smiled.
"You don't even know who I am. You say you know something that is very important to me?"
"Who you are is not important. What's important is that you bought that card."
Jiang Chen looked at her in surprise and frowned slightly.
"How do you know I bought that card?"
"Can I explain later?" Zhao Qiuran looked nervously in the direction of the city gate.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen nodded.
"Alright then, follow behind me."
"Thank you," Zhao Qiuran whispered.
"Don't thank me yet. Don't say anything, don't look at anything, just keep your head down. By the way, where is your slave mark? "Jiang Chen asked.
Zhao Qiuran paused.
"Right arm, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
While they were talking, Lu Fan had already walked over with two soldiers who looked like attendants.
Zhao Qiuran's expression was as usual, but from her slightly stiff expression, she was very nervous at the moment.
Jiang Chen signaled Lu Fan with his eyes, then glanced at the woman in the broken cloak next to him.
Lu Fan immediately understood and began to count people with the two soldiers next to him.
Twenty-one people left the team, followed Lu Fan, and came to the guard room under the city gate.
"Why are there twenty-one people?" When he saw Lu Fan come in, the officer frowned slightly.
Including Lu Fan, there were twenty-two people, which was one more than the agreed number.
Jiang Chen raised his chin slightly and displayed his talent as a Best Actor. He raised his voice in an arrogant manner.
"Is a female slave considered a person?"
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Qiuran's arm, then rolled up her sleeve.
Jiang Chen's action made her shudder.
If she didn't believe that he wouldn't put her in danger, she would have turned around and run away.
A string of black barcodes was printed on the mouth of her bowl.
The officer glanced at it and didn't say anything. He waved his hand and ordered someone to open the side door.
"Pass."
When she heard this sentence, Zhao Qiuran's worried heart finally calmed down.
Jiang Chen let go of her hand, took the guards behind him, and walked unhurriedly to the open door.
In fact, as long as he scanned the mark, he could find out that she was the fugitive slave. However, the officer didn't make things difficult for Jiang Chen, or he didn't believe that someone like Jiang Chen would risk offending Pingan Street to help a fugitive slave.
In this way, the group passed through the giant wall and left Pingan Street.
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