I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1175: Then let ’s blow up one!

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Subway station of Metro Line 35, here has been transformed into hell.

Viscous blood submerged every inch of tiles, and minced meat and stumps were scattered everywhere. There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, which even covered up the creepy **** smell. An empty dead body fell to the ground, and its hung arms were as thin as reed sticks.

A pair of military boots stepped over the corpses and stood in front of a collapsed wall.

"The road ahead is blocked," Sminov said. "Perhaps the masterpieces of the survivors."

Yegor didn't speak. He stepped forward to the collapsed pile of rubble, stretched 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 and looked at the collapsed wall, slowly opening his mouth.

"It collapsed ten years ago, it should be directional blasting."

"It seems to be dead." Sminov frowned as he approached the commander.

"Not necessarily." Yegor's mouth widened, his fierce eyes flashing with a trace of madness.

"Oh?" Sminov felt a little uneasy for some reason.

"Bring the map." Yegor said.

Soon, a soldier approached and handed over the traffic map of the Shangjing subway line.

Putting the map on the wall, Yegor ’s eagle-like gaze followed the 35th line all the way to the east, and finally stopped at the location of Dongcheng Park Station at his feet. This is the transit point where Line 35 and Line 27 meet, and it is also directly above Metro Line 2.

He reached out and compared his index finger with his thumb on the subway line, as if 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 do n’t know if you have heard of the Shanghai Metro Line 0."

"I heard it before. But this ..." Sminov frowned slightly. "Just a legend? Just like the future factory underground in the Kremlin, no one has verified it."

"The best way to cover up the secret is to cover up the irrefutable disputes with a confusing story. Of course, I have only recently begun to doubt this ..." The eyes continued along the line 27 south At the location of Ping An Street, Yegor narrowed his eyes slightly, "Until now, I am extremely convinced that the legendary subway line 0 must exist, and the survivors here were playing its ideas ten years ago. . "

As he said, Yegor ’s index finger clicked on the map, "Metro Line 27 passes directly above the Pan-Asian Building, which is the political center of the Pan-Asian Cooperation. Looking down, it is directly connected to Line 35 and Line 2. If I guess correctly, the answer is definitely here. The problem is not Line 27, or Line 2 connected to Line 27. "

As for line 35.

They came from Line 35, so they can be excluded.

Sminov took a deep breath.

Although he thinks his commander is crazy, he ca n’t fault it.

Line 2 is still line 27, and one of them has a transit point to the legendary line 0.

This is a multiple choice question, and it seems okay to choose the wrong one?

"But how are we going?" Sminov looked at the commander and asked, "There is no way."

"No way?" Eyebrows were raised, and Yegor's mouth opened a fierce arc, "Then one will blow out."

Line 2 or line 27?

This multiple choice question, they can choose together.

The tactical nuclear warheads of the Wuerian border defense station, they all carry them.

......

Still leaving from the south gate.

In the warehouse at the gate of Nanda, Jiang Chen took the guards to take out the weapons stored in the warehouse and prepared to leave the city.

However, when a group of people passed through the wall and came to the buffer zone between the wall and the wall, they found that a long line formed at the gate. Soldiers wearing rifles and bulletproof vests were interrogated by those who were out of town.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

As soon as I wanted to ask what was going on, I heard the survivors nearby whispering.

"There was an explosion on the North Street, and I heard gunshots also sounded." A solo traveler stunned.

"Gun shot? Hold the grass, I do n’t know which buddy is drinking too high." The mercenary-like survivor whispered, "Damn, this team does n’t know when to line up."

"It is said that after the incident, Commander Ding was very angry, ordered martial law across the city, and searched for the murderer. There have been no shootings in Ping'an Street for three years. At least, there have been no incidents on the street. Because of the safety here. But now, someone has beaten the face of the entire militia. "

"If this is caught, I'm afraid it won't be light."

"Lightness? Haha, most of you have to close the cage with the dead claws."

"Oh, where did the explosion occur, have you heard of it?"

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

Listening to the comments of the survivors next to him, Jiang Chen has guessed the truth about the matter in combination with the previous auction. That Miss Zhao Qiuran was a piece of ... a female man who even blew up the Imperial Hotel. I just don't know if Wan Peng's guy was involved. If there is no accident, he should be in it.

Do n’t blow it up.

This survivor alliance has not yet given money.

Patted Lu Fan on the shoulder, Jiang Chen whispered a few words to his captain of the guard, and pointed to the edge of the city gate. Then a dark green sub-crystal with more than 300 points of energy was stuffed into his hands.

Lu Fan nodded, leaving the team and walking towards the officer.

Jiang Chen did n’t have the idle time to line up with this group of survivors. There was no problem that money could not solve.

More than three hundred sub-crystals used to bribe a janitor officer are definitely more than enough.

At this moment, Jiang Chen felt that someone had touched his arm.

Turning around, I saw a woman wearing a cloak, standing nervously beside him, pleading in a low voice.

"Take me out from here."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and recognized the face, smiling like a smile.

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

It was a coincidence that the Imperial Hotel was bombed on North Street, and it didn't take long before I ran to the South Gate. However, her movements were still slower. The first time she escaped from the Dorsett Hotel, the militia regiment stationed on Ping An Street tightened the martial law.

Zhi Qiuran whispered, biting her lower lip.

"I know something important to you."

Jiang Chen was really amused and smiled.

"You do n’t even know who I am, you said you know what is important to me?"

"It does n’t matter who you are, what matters is that you take the card."

Jiang Chen gave her an unexpected look and frowned slightly.

"How do you know that I photographed that card?"

"Can I explain it later?" Zhao Qiuran looked nervously towards the gate.

Just thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen nodded.

"That line, follow me."

"Thank you." Zhao Qiuran whispered.

“Do n’t hurry to thank me first, do n’t say anything for a while, do n’t look at anything, just lower your head. By the way, where is your slave ’s mark?” Jiang Chen asked.

Zhao Qiu Ran froze.

"What's wrong with your right arm?"

"Nothing."

In the meantime, Lu Fan had walked over with two soldiers who looked like entourage.

Zhao Qiuran looks as usual, but from her slightly stiff expression, she is very nervous at the moment.

Jiang Chen gave Lu Fan a glance, and then glanced at the woman wearing a cloak.

Lu Fan immediately understood, and led the two soldiers next to him.

Twenty-one people left the team, followed Lu Fan, and came to the security room under the gate.

"How come there are twenty-one people?" The officer frowned slightly when he saw Lu Fan leading him in.

Including Lu Fan, there are twenty-two people, which is one person better than what is said.

Jiang Chen lifted his chin slightly, exerted his talent as a film emperor, raised his toes and raised his volume.

"Will the slave girl count?"

As he said, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Qiuran's arm and lifted her sleeve.

Jiang Chen's actions shocked her.

If she did n’t believe he would n’t put herself in, she could not help turning around and running away.

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

The officer glanced at it, then didn't say anything, waved his hand, and ordered the person to open the side door.

"Pass."

After hearing this sentence, Zhao Qiuran finally let go of his heart.

Jiang Chen released her hand and took the guard behind him, and walked slowly towards the open door.

In fact, as long as you scan the mark, you can find that she is the wanted fugitive, but the officer did not embarrass Jiang Chen, the gold master, or that he did not believe that Jiang Chen would risk Offend the risk of Ping An Street and help a escaping slave.

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