Chapter 1174 - Then Make One! (1/2)

The connecting station of Subway Line 35 was h.e.l.l.

The viscous blood immersed every inch of the tiles and shredded meat and severed parts were scattered everywhere. The smell of gunpowder occupied the place and it even covered the terrifying smell of blood. A seemingly endless amount of corpses laid on the ground with the stick-thin arms withering away.

Pairs of military boots stepped over the dead bodies and stood in front of a collapsed wall.

“The road ahead is blocked,” Sminov said. “Maybe it is the masterpiece of the survivors.”

Yegor did not speak. He walked up to the collapsed gravel pile, extended his right hand, and wiped the wall with his index finger.

He then gently rubbed his index finger with his thumb and closed his eyes as if he were sensing something.

After a long silence, he opened his eyes and looked at the collapsed wall, then said slowly.

“It collapsed a decade ago. It should be directional blasting.”

“It seems to be a dead end.” Sminov walked beside the commander and frowned.

“Not necessarily.” Yegor grinned, and his fierce eyes flashed with madness.

“Oh?” Sminov felt a little uneasy for some unknown reasons.

“Bring the map,” Yegor said.

Soon, a soldier stepped forward and handed him the traffic map of the subway lines in Shangjing.

When he pushed the map on the wall, Yegor’s eagle-like gaze followed the 35th Line all the way east. Eventually, he stopped at Dongcheng Park Station that was now below his feet. The place was the transit station between Line 35 and Line 27 and was also directly above Line 2.

He used his index finger and thumb to measure the line, as if he was measuring something.

Soon, a touch of joy appeared.

“What did you find?” Sminov asked the commander.

“Dear Comrade Sminov, I don’t know if you have heard of Subway Line 0 in Shangjing.”

“I have heard about it. But…” Sminov frowned. “Isn’t it just a myth? Like the Future Factory underground in the Kremlin, no one has ever verified it.”

“The best way to cover up a secret is to use a confusing story to cover an irrefutable truth. Of course, I have only recently begun to suspect this…” His gaze continued along Line 27 and stopped at Pingan Street. Yegor’s eyes narrowed. “Only now, I’m very convinced that the legendary Subway Line 0 must exist, and the survivors here have been exploring this since ten years ago.”

Yegor’s index finger pointed on the map. “Subway line 27 pa.s.ses directly below the Pan-Asia Cooperation building, which is the politcal center of Pan-Asia Cooperation. This is abnormal, isn’t it? Look down. It is directly connected to Line 35 and Line 2. If I didn’t guess wrong, the answer is definitely here. Either Line 27 or Line 2 is connected to it.”

As for Line 35.

They came from Line 35 and thus ruled this line out.

Sminov took a deep breath.

Although he felt that his commander’s thoughts were crazy, he could not spot any flaws.

Line 2 or Line 27, one of which must have a connecting station leading to the legendary Line 0.

It was a multiple-choice question, and it seemed that it didn’t matter if you chose the wrong one?

“But how do we get there?” Sminov asked the commander. “There is no way.”

“There is no way?” Yegor raised his eyebrow and then his lips formed a fierce arc, “Then make one!”

Line 2 or Line 27?

This multiple-choice question could have two answers.

They had plenty of tactical nuclear warheads.

…

The South Gate.

At the warehouse by the South Gate, Jiang Chen took the weapons he stored in the warehouse with his guards and prepared to leave the city.

However, when they crossed the wall and entered the buffer zone, they found a long queue at the gate. Soldiers armed with rifles and bulletproof vests were searching every single person leaving the city.

Jiang Chen frowned.

Just as he wished to investigate, he heard the survivors next to him whispering.

“There was an explosion in North Street. I heard there were gunshots too,” a person who looked like a lone traveler said.

“Gunshots? What the fu*k, someone had too much to drink.” The mercenary-looking survivor whispered, “d.a.m.n, this is going to be a long queue.”

“I heard that Ding Liwei was furious. He ordered the city to be placed under martial law and to search for the suspect. There had been no shootings in Pingan Street for three years, at least not right in the street. Most merchants choose to come and stay in this place because it’s safe. Now, someone has slapped the face of the entire militia.”

“If the person gets caught, I’m afraid the punishment will not be light.”

“Light? Oh, they’ll probably get locked up with a Death Claw.”

“Right, where did the explosion happen? Have you heard that?”

“It seemed to be at the Dorsett Hotel…”

When Jiang Chen listened to the chatter of the survivors, combined with the previous auction, he had already guessed the story. Miss Zhao Qiuran was indeed a… heroine. She actually bombed the Dorsett Hotel. Did that guy Wan Peng get blown up too? He should have been inside as well.