Chapter 1,175 Then Explode One!

The transfer station of Metro Line 35 has turned into hell. ㈧1

Thick blood soaked every inch of the tiles, and pieces of flesh and mutilated limbs were scattered everywhere. The strong smell of gunpowder floated in the air, even covering up the creepy smell of blood. Hollow corpses lay crooked on the ground, their arms hanging down as thin as reed sticks.

Pairs of military boots stepped over the corpses on the ground and stood in front of a collapsed wall.

"The road ahead is blocked," Smirnov said. "Maybe it's the work of the 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.

Withdrawing his right hand, he gently rubbed his index finger and thumb, closing his eyes as if feeling something.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, looked at the collapsed wall, and spoke slowly.

"It collapsed ten years ago, probably due to directional blasting."

"It seems like a dead end." Smirnov frowned as he walked to the commander's side.

"Not necessarily." Yegor grinned, a hint of madness flashing in his fierce eyes.

"Oh?" For some reason, Smirnov felt a little uneasy.

"Bring the map." Yegor said.

Soon, a soldier came forward and handed over the Shangjing subway line traffic map with both hands.

Pressing the map on the wall and unfolding it, Yegor's eagle-like gaze followed Line 35 eastward, finally stopping at the Dongcheng Park Station at his feet. This is the transfer station where Line 35 and Line 27 meet, and it is also directly above Metro Line 2.

Stretching out his hand, he touched the subway line with his index finger and thumb, as if measuring something.

Soon, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Did you find anything?" Smirnov asked, looking at the commander.

"Dear Comrade Smirnov, I wonder if you have heard of Beijing Metro Line 0."

"I've heard of it. But this..." Smirnov frowned slightly, "It's just a legend, right? Just like the future factory under the Kremlin,

No one has verified it at all. "

"The best way to cover up a secret is to use a confusing story to cover up the irrefutable dispute. Of course, I only started to doubt this recently..." His eyes continued southward along Route 27, stopping at Ping An Looking down the street, Yegor narrowed his eyes slightly, "Until now, I am extremely convinced of this. The legendary Metro Line 0 must exist, and the survivors here were planning on it ten years ago."

As he spoke, Yegor clicked on the map with his index finger, "Metro Line 27 passes right above the Pan-Asia Building, which is the political center for Pan-Asian cooperation. This is very abnormal, isn't it? Look further down , directly connected to Line 35 and Line 2. If I guessed correctly, the answer must be here. The problem is either Line 27 or Line 2, which is connected to Line 27."

As for Line 35.

They came from Line 35, so they can naturally be ruled out.

Smirnov took a deep breath.

Although he thought his commander's idea was crazy, he couldn't fault it.

Line 2 or Line 27, one of which has a transfer station leading to the legendary Line 0.

This is a multiple-choice question, and it doesn’t seem to matter if you choose the wrong one?

"But how do we get there?" Smirnov looked at the commander and asked, "There is no way."

"There is no road?" His eyebrows were raised, and the corner of Yegor's mouth opened in a fierce arc, "Then blow one up."

Line 2 or Line 27?

They can choose this multiple-choice question together.

They carry many of the tactical nuclear warheads at the Uelian Border Guard Station.

…

Still leave through the south gate.

At the warehouse at the south gate, Jiang Chen and his guards took out the weapons stored in the warehouse and prepared to leave the city.

However, when a group of people crossed the separation wall and came to the buffer zone between the city wall and the separation wall, they found a long queue at the city gate. Soldiers armed with rifles and wearing body armor checked people leaving the city one by one.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

Just when I was about to ask what was going on, I heard the survivors next to me talking quietly.

"There was an explosion on North Street, and I heard there were gunshots." A man who looked like a lone traveler exclaimed.

"Gunshots? Hold the grass, I don't know which buddy is too drunk." The survivor who looked like a mercenary cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, I don't know how long this team will have to wait."

"It is said that Captain Ding was very angry after the incident and ordered the entire city to be under martial law and to search for the murderer. There has been no shooting on Ping'an Street for three years, at least not on the street. The reason why businessmen coming and going chooses to stay here is because of its atmosphere. Safe. Now, someone slapped the entire militia in the face."

"If I'm caught, I'm afraid I won't be lenient."

"Qingrao? Haha, he will probably have to be locked in the same cage with Deathclaw."

"By the way, where did the explosion occur? Have you heard about it?"

"It seems to be the Royal Hotel..."

Listening to the discussions of the survivors nearby, combined with the previous auction, Jiang Chen had already guessed the whole story. That Miss Zhao Qiuran was also a...female man, and she actually bombed the Dihao Hotel. I just don’t know if that guy Wan Peng was involved. If nothing else happens, he should be in it too.

Don't blow up.

The Survivor Alliance hasn't paid yet.

Patting Lu Fan on the shoulder, Jiang Chen whispered a few words to the captain of his personal guard, and pointed to the city gate. The officer who had moved a chair and sat at the door, watching the soldiers checking the survivors out of the city, then put a A dark green sub-crystal with more than 300 points of energy was stuffed into his hand.

Lu Fan nodded in understanding, left the team, and walked towards the officer.

Jiang Chen didn't have the time to spend the whole afternoon lining up with the survivors. There was no problem that money couldn't solve.

More than three hundred points of crystal are definitely more than enough to bribe an officer guarding the gate.

At this moment, Jiang Chen felt someone touch his arm.

Turning around, he saw a woman wearing a torn cloak standing nervously next to him, begging in a low voice.

"Get me out of here."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, recognizing that face, and said with a half-smile.

"Oh? Is this the attitude of asking for help?"

What a coincidence, after blowing up the Dorsett Hotel on North Street, it didn't take long to reach the South Gate. But her movements were still a little slow. The moment she escaped from the Royal Hotel, the militia stationed on Ping'an Street imposed martial law throughout the city.

Biting her lower lip, Zhao Qiuran whispered.

"I know something important to you."

Jiang Chen was really amused and smiled.

"You don't even know who I am, and you say you know something important to me?"

"It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is that you took that card."

Jiang Chen glanced at her in surprise and frowned slightly.

"How do you know I took the photo of that card?"

"Can I explain it later?" Zhao Qiuran looked nervously in the direction of the city gate.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen nodded.

"Okay, follow me."

"Thank you." Zhao Qiuran whispered.

"Don't thank me in a hurry. Don't say anything for a while. Don't look at anything. Just keep your head down. By the way, where is your slave mark?" Jiang Chen asked.

Zhao Qiuran was stunned.

"Right arm, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

While he was talking, Lu Fan had already walked over with two soldiers who looked like followers.

Zhao Qiuran looked normal, but judging from her slightly stiff expression, she was very nervous at the moment.

Jiang Chen winked at Lu Fan, and then glanced at the woman wearing a torn cloak next to him.

Lu Fan understood immediately and started to order people with the two soldiers beside him.

Twenty-one people left the team and followed Lu Fan to the guard room under the city gate.

"Why twenty-one people?" When he saw Lu Fan bringing people in, the officer frowned slightly.

Including Lu Fan, there were twenty-two people, which was one more than promised.

Jiang Chen raised his chin slightly, used his talent as an actor, looked arrogant, and raised his voice.

"Do female slaves count as human beings?"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Qiuran's arm and lifted her sleeves.

Jiang Chen's actions frightened her.

If she hadn't believed that he wouldn't involve her, she would have turned around and ran away.

A string of black barcodes were printed on the mouth of her bowl.

The officer glanced at it, then said nothing. He waved his hand and ordered someone to open the side door.

"pass."

After hearing these words, Zhao Qiuran finally felt relieved.

Jiang Chen let go of her hand, and walked slowly toward the open door with the guards behind him.

In fact, just by scanning the mark, you can find that she is the wanted fugitive slave. However, the officer did not embarrass Jiang Chen, the benefactor, or he did not believe that someone like Jiang Chen would risk offending Ping An Street. risk to help a runaway slave.

In this way, the group of people passed the giant wall without any danger and left Ping An Street. (To be continued.)