Deep in the underground passage used for storage, a drunken old man ignored the Chechen soldiers who were carrying night vision goggles, walked a few steps inside while holding on to the metal shelves, unhooked his belt and poured out a parabola smelling of alcohol.
However, when he saw the pile of cargo boxes that had disappeared out of thin air at the end of the passage, the parabola that was accurately poured onto the canister of a fake gas mask trembled, and then even wetted his face.
Hands and pants!
Looking back at the Chechen soldiers who were carrying the goods in fear, Malikov hurriedly put on his belt, picked up the flashlight originally placed on the pile of goods, and pointed the beam at the end of the passage. Even this drunk old guy
, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Until he confirmed that the crucial cargo pile was really gone, big beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Malikov? Marikov!"
The shouts behind him made him shiver. He immediately removed the beam of the flashlight and responded impatiently in Russian, "What are you shouting for? I'm not deaf yet."
"Why do you, old guy, pee so much?"
A Chechen soldier with the rank of captain complained helplessly, "Come here and check the quantity. If there is no problem, I will sign and take it away. Also, stop speaking in Russian. If you are caught, you will be thrown outside."
of."
"I know, let me count."
Malikov responded nonchalantly in Chechen. As he spoke, he followed the soldiers who came to carry the goods to the intersection outside. Then he carefully counted the boxes that were moved out and registered them meticulously.
He asked the captain to sign and then watched them leave.
"Standing guard, is there anyone here to move supplies today?" The drunken Malikov continued to ask in Chechen.
"How do we know?" One of the tall, thin young soldiers replied impatiently.
Of course he was impatient. Compared with guarding the two passages, standing stupidly at both ends of the warehouse was certainly not a good job - especially the old guy who was responsible for the entry and exit registration always ordered people to come over and stand guard to help move the warehouse.
That, or asking them to clean the house or even help run errands at every turn.
"Go get me something to eat."
Before Malikov finished speaking, he had already taken out two Soviet lunch boxes from his small room and handed them to one of the guards. "Get some more vegetables and meat. At least fill these two lunch boxes for me. If there is milk,
, just help me get some more."
"Why do you, old guy, eat so much?" the tall and thin guard complained reluctantly as he took the lunch box.
"The chefs in the cafeteria don't have any objections. Why are you so talkative?" Malikov shook the bottle of wine in his hand, "Get me another bottle of vodka."
Before he could finish his words, the young soldier had already left his post, carrying two lunch boxes and walking towards the canteen not far away that was open almost 24 hours a day.
Even though he and his companions complained a lot about Malikov who always asked them to run errands, everyone knew very well that they would use the excuses that the other party gave them to help them wander around, find a place to sit, and wait until the shift was about to change.
It's much more comfortable to go back than to stand like a telegraph pole at that intersection.
As for the reluctant attitude...it is naturally a tacit understanding between the two parties that goes without saying anything.
While I was helping the old guy prepare food, I found an extra place to sit and rest for a while and smoked a cigarette. I also went to the field hospital opposite to meet and kiss my girlfriend who was a nurse working there. This seemed like
The soldier, who was in his early 20s, calmed down and walked back to his work station carrying the cold meal.
However, he didn't know that just as he left the warehouse door, Malikov, who had already hid in the room, had already pulled out a special switch handwheel for explosion-proof doors from the gap made under the mattress.
, and then he took out a TT33 pistol with almost pulp out of the drawer and loaded it with bullets.
After a moment's hesitation, he stuffed the pistol under the pillow, opened another drawer, and took out a Makarov silenced pistol with a silencer.
Compared to the TT3 that has been with him for most of his life
3 pistol, this pistol bought at a high price on the black market a year ago is undoubtedly quieter and more suitable for the upcoming environment.
Looking at the soldier standing alone outside, Malikov put the pistol on his belt, slung the handwheel that was big enough for a car steering wheel on his back with a belt, and put on the dirty 82 technical condition uniform again.
.
Touching the handle of the handwheel hanging on the waist of his trousers, Malikov tried to jump. After making sure that neither thing would fall, he immediately opened the door, picked up a metal ladder, and walked deeper into the warehouse.
He said loudly in Chechen, "He who is standing guard, remember to call me when he comes back. I want to go in and fix the lights. There was a light tube that kept flashing just now."
"I will call you when he comes back," the chubby young Chechen soldier at the warehouse door immediately responded loudly.
At the same time, Wei Ran, who had just pushed open the door of the decontamination room, and the two people hiding behind him in the darkness looked at each other. Feishenke immediately translated the Chechen conversation in the distance into something that Wei Ran could understand.
of Russian.
Gently closing the door, leaving only a crack, Wei Ran whispered, "That old guy seems to have realized something is wrong."
"Since the other party didn't say anything just now, there must be something we can reach a consensus on."
As he spoke, Fischenk loaded his silent pistol with bullets, "And maybe he really just repaired the light tube."
"Don't be so optimistic, get ready for battle." As he spoke, Rezri also drew out his silent pistol.
While the three of them were waiting through the crack in the door, Malikov also carried the ladder and walked to the shelf where he had just peed.
Although it was not clear that there were several rows of shelves and the door gap that was only as thick as a finger, but with a burst of noise, most of the light outside the passage was blocked.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Immediately afterwards, the flashing light tube closest to the end of the passage also went out, and the end of the passage was completely plunged into darkness.
A moment later, the old man came over with a flashlight. After some inspection, he hid behind a pile of goods, pointed his gun and flashlight beam at the door of the decontamination room and whispered in Chechen, "Come out, I know you are hiding.
There. If you don't come out, I'll call the guards to come in!"
After a while, the door of the decontamination room slowly opened from the inside, and Wei Ran, with empty hands, walked out while performing the dharma ceremony.
Seeing that someone was really hiding here, Malikov was obviously startled. He lowered his voice and asked in Chechen, "How did you get in! Who do you belong to?!"
"Can you speak in Russian?" Wei Ran also lowered his voice, "I don't understand Chechen."
"You...where are you from?" Malikov asked in a low voice in Russian. While speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the explosion-proof door that was blocked by a tarpaulin not far away.
"I didn't come from the other side of the explosion-proof door. I came from the outside." Wei Ran said, and looked at the shelves in the distance. At this time, the shelves were tightly covered by a tarpaulin bag, which also blocked the outside.
The guard's gaze.
"How long have you been hiding here?" Malikov asked in a low voice. "Is there something important to you on the other side of the blast door?" Wei Ran ignored the pistol and questions that the other party had raised in his hand.
, walked a few steps forward with both hands raised, came to the edge of the goods pile, looked at the surprised and nervous expression on the other party's face, and at the same time reached out and gently held the silencer on the other party's pistol and whispered, "So you don't dare
Shoot, especially if you dare not hand me over to the guards outside."
"Are you Russian?"
Malikov took his weapon away from Wei Ran's hand and asked with a cold face, "What do you want to do? You don't dare to let me hand you over to the guards, do you? It's not easy for you to reach here.
matter."
"Before that, how about satisfying my curiosity?" Wei Ran pointed to the blast door behind him, "What's in there?" "It's just an abandoned air raid shelter, there's nothing there." "Since there's nothing there.
No, how about you let me go to the other side and take a look?" Wei Ran took the initiative to put his raised hands together, "You can tie me up, I just want to satisfy my curiosity."
"Are you Russian?" Malikov asked again. "Of course."
Wearing 82 technical strips
Wei Ran, who was wearing the same uniform, replied in a low voice as a matter of course, "I am a soldier of the 131st Brigade. The battle on the ground failed. I came here through the sewer accidentally in order to survive, and then I hid here while others were not paying attention."
"
"Only you?" Malikov asked in a low voice.
"Of course" Wei Ran pointed behind him, "If you don't believe me, you can go look inside."
"I'll find it"
As Malikov spoke, he had already taken out a piece of thick wire from his waist, "Since you want to see the other side, I have no choice but to tie you up.
But as long as you don't make too much noise, I guarantee that you can survive until the end of the war, but you have to keep quiet."
"This is probably the best news I've heard in the past two days." Wei Ran honestly allowed the other party to use a thick wire to twist his hands together, and then searched his body again.
, and took away the captured submachine gun hidden in his back.
Confirming that Wei Ran would not resist, Malikov carefully went to the decontamination room with a gun and searched. As expected, he was unable to find Feshank and Rezli, who had been hidden in advance.
Not daring to waste too long, Malikov found nothing and unbuttoned the cotton-padded jacket on his upper body, untied the belt slung across his chest, took off the handwheel on his shoulder, mounted it on the explosion-proof door and began to spin it in circles.
Perhaps because of sufficient lubrication, no sound was made whether the hand wheel was turning or the explosion-proof door was opened.
However, the other side of the explosion-proof door was dark and there was no light at all.
"Go in, there is some food and drink here, enough for you to hide until the war is over. I will help you turn on the lights when I get back."
Before Malikov finished speaking, he had already pushed Wei Ran in, and then he closed the explosion-proof door, which was more than ten centimeters thick, as quickly as possible.
Waiting quietly for the explosion-proof door behind him to become completely silent, Wei Ran, whose hands were tied with wires, immediately took out the flashlight from the metal book and turned it on.
Under the warm yellow light beam, the first thing he saw was the explosion-proof buffer walls that crisscrossed left and right and went straight to the ceiling. On these concrete walls, there were Soviet posters that popularized science about nuclear war.
Looking up and down, left and right, Wei Ran held the metal hanging ring at the end of the flashlight with his mouth, then took out the wire cutters and leaned against the corner. He fed the thick wire that helped his wrist into the olecranon shearing blade, and held it with both hands.
Holding the head of the pliers, pushing the handle with your feet, you can easily cut through the wires that bound you.
Putting away the wire cutters, Wei Ran carefully passed through the explosion-proof buffer walls with a flashlight, and then saw a space twice as big as the warehouse at the other end. There were even several Ural 375s parked in this space.
Trucks, two Soviet jeeps, a few fire trucks that were obviously outdated even in this era, and a few Soviet-style chemical defense and decontamination trucks that seemed to be in pretty good condition.
The end of these mechanical equipment has been completely blocked due to collapse, and there is even a layer of water about five centimeters deep on the surface.
At this moment, the fluorescent lamps above his head were lit one after another. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately turned off the flashlight, hid in the shadow under the chassis of a truck, and waited patiently.
Less than a minute later, at the other end of the passage blocked by a tank, an explosion-proof door that seemed to only be openable from the opposite side was slowly pushed open.
Immediately afterwards, a man who was lame in one leg and needed crutches to move, but was wearing a Soviet military uniform and glasses on his face, was carrying a man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a
A girl armed with a silenced Makarov pistol, and a little boy who looked younger and held a flashlight walked out of it. He watched the three people supporting each other and carefully stepping on the paved floor.
The red bricks in the water moved towards the explosion-proof buffer door, but Wei Ran quietly moved his position, touched the edge of the half-open explosion-proof buffer door, and quickly took a look inside.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The space inside this explosion-proof door is quite large. From what you can see at a glance, it is at least a hundred square meters. The most conspicuous thing among them is the
The two big red oil storage tanks on the wall.
But it is obvious that the contents in these oil storage tanks
The fuel has long been gone, because each of the oil tanks has been cut with a hole large enough for people to enter. Although the hole is hung with a curtain, there is also bright light shining inside.
Outside the oil storage tank that was used for other purposes, there were many wires hanging against the wall. Some of these wires ended in light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, and some were plugs used to power televisions, radios, and video players.
Cable board. Others are used to power a heater.
There was actually a gas stove near the vent in the corner. Not only was a large pot of fragrant food cooking on the gas stove, but there was also a steaming kettle on it.
In addition to what can be seen at a glance, there are several thick curtains made of tarpaulin between the two oil storage tanks. On the side of the entrance, there is a table and three chairs placed against the wall.
Before he could decide whether to step in and take a look inside the illuminated oil storage tanks, the sound of crutches tapping the ground and slightly panicked urgings could be heard from the direction behind him.
But this time, Wei Ran did not hide. Instead, he just moved a step further away, cleared his throat to attract the attention of the three people, and raised his hands again.
Fortunately, the blond girl holding the weapon did not shoot him, but the younger boy immediately hit Wei Ran's face with the beam of the flashlight.
Upon seeing this, the man wearing a Soviet military uniform and holding a cane immediately called the two men and women to stop. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over alone on a cane and stood two meters in front of Wei Ran.
He gave a Soviet-style military salute and introduced himself with a serious expression, "Lamin Razvozaev, acting captain of the chemical defense fire brigade of the Grozny Civilian Underground Air Defense System."
"Victor"
Wei Ran introduced himself and returned a fairly standard Soviet-style military salute, then looked at the blast door next to him, "Do you mind inviting me to your house?"
"Of course, please come in!"
Laming did not ask Wei Ran how he broke free from the iron wire restraints, but simply raised his hand and asked him to pass through the half-open blast door.
"Sit anywhere you want"
While Lamin was speaking, he had already closed the thick explosion-proof door, and then he sat on the chair beside the table and took the initiative to explain, "This place was completed and put into use in the same month that the Soviet Union sent troops to Afghanistan. Outside.
The space is actually the real entrance and exit of the entire air defense system. In the event of an air raid or nuclear strike, surrounding citizens can enter here through the garage of the old fire station.
Unfortunately, during the fighting with the opposition in November, the old fire station was blown up, along with the buildings outside the entrance and exit."
"So you can't get out of here?" Wei Ran asked the most critical question. Laming shook his head, "You can't get out. Those building ruins have completely buried the entrance and exit, even the first explosion-proof layer that can resist nuclear explosions.
The door was completely buried by the building debris." "What about here?" Wei Ran pointed around. "This used to be the maintenance office."
Lamin smiled, "Of course, that was in the Soviet era, and those two oil tanks were still filled with enough fuel."
"What now?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Since the liberation of the Soviet Union... no, maybe since the end of the war in Afghanistan, this place has been used to grow unique products. Even the seeds of those unique products were brought back by the veterans from Afghanistan. After all, there is no need to worry here.
It will be discovered by the kgbs, right?"
Laming sighed, stood up with difficulty, and opened the curtain hanging on the oil storage tank, showing everything inside to Wei Ran without reservation. Seeing this, Wei Ran went over to take a look, only to find that this
In the two oil storage tanks with lights on, some vegetables such as tomatoes, potatoes, and cucumbers are grown in a three-dimensional planting method!
Sufficient light allows the plants in these two oil storage tanks to grow very well. There are several red tomatoes hanging in the positions visible to the naked eye, and there are even several bags of fertilizers in the innermost position.
Metal shelf.
"Before the war, I was a firefighter, and I was also one of the people who secretly grew unique products here."
Lamin sighed, "Later Duda
The Great Purge of Yev began. Russians, Ingush, and even some Chechens were killed, tortured, became criminals and imprisoned, and even became slaves.
.”
"so…"
"I am a Russian, from Orel, and I am also included in the purge."
Laming smiled mockingly to himself, "You must have never imagined that even drug dealers are more sane than those lunatics. Not only did they hide me here, they also found a way to send my daughter here."
"Outside...no, inside Marikov is..." "He is the accountant of the fire department"
Laming explained frankly, "He is also the accountant of our small team of unique product growers, and the young man outside is his youngest son."
"Is he also a Russian?"
"He?" Lamin shook his head. "He is not a Russian, a Chechen or an Ingush. He is a Soviet."
"Ha...Okay, a Soviet, another Soviet." Wei Ran did not delve into this issue and casually changed the subject, "What's wrong with your legs?"
"It was smashed last month when the exit was blown down."
Lamin replied nonchalantly, "My foot was crushed under the floor. I performed the amputation myself with a saw. I didn't expect to survive."
"Are you going to hide here forever?" Wei Ran continued to ask. "What else?" Laming spread his hands, "Until the war is over, the outside will not be safer than here."
Seeing that Wei Ran didn't speak, Laming was silent for a moment and asked, "It's your turn. How did you get here? What do you want to do?"
"Can you contact Malikov here?" Wei Ran asked and looked at the old-fashioned telephone on the TV.
"Every day at five o'clock in the morning, one o'clock in the afternoon and seven o'clock in the evening." Laming paused, "He can only call us, but we can't get through."
"Do you mind if I stroll around?" Wei Ran stood up and finally asked. "No, of course I don't mind." Lamin also stood up and said, "Please feel free to stroll around, but please be quiet so as not to disturb Malikov."
Gays cause trouble."
"I will keep quiet." Wei Ran paused, and then added, "Comrade Laming."
