After busy work until the next morning, Hunter still didn't come back. Now Xie Yuan must arrive at Polis Station as he promised.
But to say that Hunter was dead... he thought it was impossible because he couldn't feel Hunter's ghost coming here.
Twenty years of research on the mind and body made him already at the fifth level at the age of twenty-four. This was also one of the ways he could suppress the Dark One and quickly sense mutant monsters.
This method can also sense death. In his perception, Hunter is not dead, but he just hasn't come back...
Could it be that he got lost? Xie Yuan had a guess in his mind.
The adoptive father Alexei also supported this theory, so he still asked Xie Yuan to wait a little before sending the dog tag.
But Xie Yuan still insists on sending it as soon as possible, because the black monster really needs people at the four major power levels to have the ability and means to target it. No matter what the black monster wants to do, he must show something. He is not capable enough on his own.
One more thing, Xie Yuan also wants to meet these superpowers.
Alexey, who couldn't resist his adopted son, could only ask Xie Yuan to wait one more night, because there happened to be a caravan going to Riga Station tomorrow and they were recruiting bodyguards.
Xie Yuan agreed, which was an easy task.
When I woke up the next morning, there was still no news from Hunter... I guess he was really lost.
"Artyom! You're finally awake! Are you still enjoying yourself as usual?" The person who came in to call people was Eugene, a young man from the same station. He was also one of the guards. The Hanseatic League issued them tactical protective clothing.
A piece of clothing that is cut together with a sweater.
He came in and reminded Xie Yuan, "Okay, take your equipment and go to the platform; they are waiting for us... I will wait for you there. By the way, Artem, don't leave anything behind."
Xie Yuan also turned on the light and took a look at the things he needed to take: a notebook, a mission recording map board, his Amsel lighter, a water bottle, and two magazines of military bullets... After hanging these luggage on his body
, Xie Yuan went out.
In fact, it's just a matter of leaving the room. After all, I still have weapons that I haven't taken yet.
Every room in the subway station has been fully utilized, and they have become housing for every resident. From these small alleys, you can hear the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of many people.
Xie Yuan had always believed that after a nuclear explosion, humans would be destroyed. However, during the twenty years he lived on the subway, Xie Yuan was also conquered by the fact: as long as there is still a little hope in the heart, humans can survive better than cockroaches.
But he just lives a bit sloppily.
After walking up the stairs, you will see bustling "communities" one after another, ranging from those listening to speeches to those sitting on benches in a daze, to those selling things and those doing business.
Even the detention room for those who were detained by mistake is right under the bulletin board. After all, how much space does a subway station have?
Not long after he came in, Xie Yuan was stopped by a man sitting on a bench in a daze, with a dirty bear doll next to him.
"Artyom, please...my son is seriously ill. Can you give me two boxes of bullets?" The man tried his best to promise, "I will return it to you as soon as possible."
"Oh, I don't believe this the most." Xie Yuanzai muttered to himself. Two boxes of bullets are already a huge sum of money in the subway. He only takes two boxes with him when he goes out. It seems that the child is ill.
.
But Xie Yuan still took out the bullet from his pocket and handed it to him, because now in the subway, every living person is precious.
"Take it and cure the child first, and then return it slowly." Xie Yuan solemnly handed the bullet to the man's hand, "I won't be back for a while, so there's no rush."
"Thank you, Artem!" The man's expression finally relaxed, "I knew you were reliable."
Xie Yuan just smiled without responding, and started walking through the gun store... There is no charge for guns here, but Xie Yuan just spent all the money.
Then he dodged a few crazy children and passed through the bar and market. In fact, these were stalls on the roadside, and arrived at the armory.
Eugene on the side is urging: "Artem, where are your equipment? Go to the weapons depot to get some equipment!"
The meaning of the armory to each subway station is similar to the meaning of the arsenal to the country. Various weapons and ammunition for both military and civilian use that are exchanged, picked up, and made by oneself are stored here.
The administrator and director of the armory is a tall man wearing a felt hat. He was a technician in a manufacturing company before the war. He wears very beautiful glasses. Unfortunately, every subway survivor now wears very heavy and old clothes. The technician
The waistcoat was faded and shiny.
When they met Xie Yuan, the administrator greeted him very cordially: "Hi, Artem! Do you need weapons?"
After receiving Xie Yuan's nod, the administrator leaned down and looked for it in the gun cabinet below: "Okay, I'll look for it..."
After a while, he pulled out a homemade weapon - a submachine gun from the cabinet.
"Ah..." Xie Yuan wailed as if he had collapsed, "Can I use the gun I made myself? It was made on a lathe."
When Xie Yuan was 18 years old, his multi-purpose tool could be officially used. In order to improve his life, when he was cleaning up monsters and bandits in the subway tunnel, he secretly made a lot of iron materials with the help of the multi-purpose tool.
A bunch of parts are then assembled into a small lathe and a small punch press.
Therefore, in terms of military industry production, the exhibition hall has a greater production capacity than an ordinary subway station. Xie Yuan himself sometimes works part-time with the administrator to make guns.
For example, they imitate the emp-44 submachine gun and MP3008 submachine gun, and sometimes make some shell guns... Anyway, they are just harvesting the wool of the Third Reich.
"No!" the administrator flatly refused, "You just went to Riga Station and you don't need such a good gun. Your father will not agree to open it to you.
You don’t want to be snatched away as soon as you arrive at the station, do you? You must know that most of the guns you made have been reserved by the Hanseatic League, so you can imagine how precious they are.”
Xie Yuan could only curl his lips speechlessly. This was the crudest submachine gun in the world during World War II, but it was still better than the homemade submachine gun he had now.
"And don't underestimate this 5.45mm submachine gun. It is also made by our armory." The administrator pulled the bolt of the submachine gun to show that it is still very flexible. "It is true that the accuracy is very poor. It will overheat after a few hits."
——That’s why they call this gun the “bastard gun”, hahahaha.”
After laughing, he still put the gun on the counter firmly, with one meaning: Either accept this gun, or go to the gun store and buy it yourself.
But how could Xie Yuan have the money to buy a gun? He had just lent it to someone for medical treatment, so he could only accept the gun with a shameful face. Ever since he had a lathe in his subway station, he had never made a hybrid gun.
That is to say, either this gun was collected outside, or it is six years old.
The administrator saw that Xie Yuan had put away the gun, and then took out two submachine gun short magazines from the drawer... and the bullets: "Remember to shoot with short bursts, Artem... I'll give you some more bullets."
"Sigh." Xie Yuan can only have these 30 rounds of bullets. The capacity of the bullets is 15 bullets, so two bullets are about 30 rounds.
What's interesting is that if the hybrid gun fires 10 bullets in a row without stopping, it will overheat, the barrel will swell and jam, it is so firm.
After handing over the bullet, the administrator brought a hand-cranked generator to the counter. It consisted of a flashlight, a rechargeable battery, and a hand-cranked handle: "This is a universal charger that can charge your battery."
Someone took out a gas mask and said: "Here's another gas mask for you. When you are going to pass through a high-radiation area...or - God bless you - when you are going to go to the ground, remember to wear it."
"Give me two more filters!" Xie Yuan put away the charger and gas mask and begged.
"Look for a few more on the way. This is a military first aid kit. You will need it in case of any accident." The administrator took out a small orange box from under the table.
In fact, it was just morphine and a few bandages, but Xie Yuan still accepted it because it might be useful on the road.
"Okay, I'll give you what's due, my friend. Now you can try out the gun in my shooting range." The administrator spread his hand and waved, "Remember, don't poke your head during a firefight.
come out."
"Well... give me two more knives." Xie Yuan checked the equipment and felt that he still needed to add something. "The bullets may not be enough."
"Knife..." The administrator was in trouble and scratched his head, "Your father asked you not to touch the knife this time. He has always been afraid that you would swing the knife at humans because your skills would scare people.
To be honest, I don’t know how you learned your skills. I just watched it once and I was scared to watch."
"Either give me six more bullets in the magazine, or give me two knives." Xie Yuanshi really felt that the firepower was insufficient, "You can't watch me get into trouble outside because of lack of bullets!"
"Six? You are really good at opening your mouth." The administrator shook his head when he heard this. He could only compromise and took out two short knives wrapped in cloth from under the table and put them on the counter. "I can only give them
You two."
"Um...Okay." Looking at the two butterfly swords made by his own hands, Xie Yuan could only put the swords away with depression, and the administrator also showed a satisfied smile.
The style of Russian knives is very rough, but resources in the subway are scarce now, so they usually use scrap iron to make a long-backed knife, similar in style to the Phoenix knife, no more than 30cm.
As for folding knives and thick-backed hunting knives... they are basically extinct here. The former cannot be made and the latter is a waste of iron. In fact, Xie Yuan's butterfly double knives are 45cm long and are not allowed.
But Xie Yuan had found the resources, so he just let it go. Xie Yuan made a total of four knives. In addition to the double butterfly knives, there was also a Tibetan scimitar and a large kitchen knife.
The last knife was taboo in the station. Xie Yuan was ordered by his adoptive father not to use this knife anywhere there are people.
But the butterfly knife was enough. After leaving the door, Xie Yuan let out a long sigh. There was one last person to visit.