Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 460 Subway
Russia is a magical country. People who don’t know it will think that vodka flows in the veins of these hairy boys, and they will take off their clothes on winter nights and wrestle with brown bears.

But after getting acquainted with them, you will feel that this group of people is like a group of melancholy artists, every trace of blood is full of artistic bacteria, which is largely due to the art education of Hongmao back then.

One of the fruits of these educations is the Moscow Metro, known as the eighth wonder of the world.

Of course, the above content is excerpted from relevant brochures. As we all know, there are countless eighth wonders. The candidates range from the glass pyramid in the Louvre to the terracotta warriors in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. It seems that every creation is a miracle on earth.

Lu Mingfei casually put the brochure in his bag. This thing was given to him by an aunt, and it is available in various languages. It seems that there are some activities here recently, so there is some publicity.

Involuntarily, he began to compare the subway station in front of him with the subway stations he had seen before. The subway in New York is famous for its freedom. You can see all kinds of weird guys on the platform, homeless The homeless will scare you by sleeping in the toilet, and the drug addict will huddle in the corner with the stench of narcotics.

At least that was his impression of New York when Old Tang took him on a tour.

But the Moscow subway in front of him really has a different feeling. On both sides of the platform are columns in the style of Roman columns, the lights are warm yellow, and some gorgeous reliefs on the ceiling make Lu Mingfei think that he has come to a certain palace.

This is the legacy left by Hongmao back then. They allowed workers and farmers to enjoy elegant art. Ballet, oil painting and opera entered thousands of households, leaving a rich cultural heritage for Maozi today.

Anton walked in the front, stopped at the corner of the platform, and introduced to several people: "Because of the Cold War, a large number of air-raid shelters were built underground in Moscow, and the subway was also part of the defense facilities. What we are going to is a leftover facilities."

As he said that, he handed a coin to several people, and Lu Mingfei took it. It felt like the kind of game coin in an arcade hall, with the wrinkled head of a bulldog printed on it, and it looked stupid fierce look.

"Follow me later, the security check is not strict there, but you are newcomers, you still need to lead the way." Anton said this, and looked at Ling again. She was wearing a sweater, dressed like a junior high school student, with a schoolbag on her back , Anton asked her: "Have you brought your weapons, there are many people there, you have to be careful."

Zero nodded, and calmly replied: "You have asked many times."

"I know, I'm just worried." Anton said bluntly, and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the subway arriving behind him, stood up and glared at Lu Mingfei and said, "Come with me. "

There seems to be no one on this line. It is eight o'clock in the evening. For most office workers, it is a good time to reunite with their families. The pace of life here in Maozi is very slow, and it takes two hours for takeaway. Don't say you are starving to death. .

Because of this, Lu Mingfei easily found a seat and looked at the Moscow subway station outside the window, but he was a little nervous in his heart. If he wanted to meet the doomsday people, he needed a sufficient reason, and the best one was Take out enough resources and become an investor of Doomsday.

According to the information Anton collected here, the Doomsday faction is very much like a federation of scientists. Although this group of technical geeks are devoted to science, they still need some resources to support their crazy research and even more crazy plans.

So in the dark, the Doomsday faction is also looking for investors with more background through the auction of Cerberus.

And the task of acting as an investor now falls to Lu Mingfei... next to Fingel.

According to Anton, due to the alliance between the Chinese mixed race and the government, Maozi's mixed races are very sensitive to the Chinese. Even Lu Mingfei had to disguise himself as a Tatar to enter the auction.

Also because of this, the heavy responsibility of becoming an investor was handed over to Fingel, and now this slovenly Yanbi young man has been groomed to look like a dog, and he is wearing a suit, which makes Lu Mingfei look at him with admiration.

And Ling sat a little further away from the few people. Due to her appearance and identity, she was assigned an off-site support job this time and did not need to participate in the auction.

The subway was moving forward, and Finger looked so abrupt in the subway, with a smell of cologne on his body, which made the aunt next to him turn around frequently, maybe thinking that this guy was a real estate salesman.

Outside, all kinds of subway stations passed by one by one, some with modern style, with abstract painting-like decoration on the walls, some with minimalist style, simple white walls with streamlined decorations are refreshing, and there are a few A futuristic site, the columns made of light tubes are twisted into waves, which is a bit psychedelic.

There are fewer and fewer people in the carriage, but the subway continues to move forward stubbornly. Ling sits in front, leaning against the window with her schoolbag in her arms, and the light hits her face. She looks like a girl who has run away from home. .

Arriving at the terminal, Ling picked up his schoolbag and got off the bus. This is the limit that ordinary people can reach. She, who was responsible for the reception, could not sit any longer. Ling glanced at the few people, nodded slightly, and left the subway car.

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Anton closed the subway door. Anton stood up and led the two of them forward. Lu Mingfei followed Finger, holding a briefcase, honestly. On the spot acted as a carrying bag boy.

Along the way, different people began to gather together, fancy-dressed punk youths, sitting in the front, middle-aged men in suits like Fingel, and potbellied staff.

Different people gathered together and walked towards the front of the car. According to Anton, these people were not of mixed race, but more ordinary people who were connected with mixed race. For them, the most exciting thing was The gameplay is to let two hounds with dragon blood fight each other until one side decides the winner.

Beast fighting, a sport with a long history and notoriety, has a different kind of vitality in the hands of these people.

At the front of the car, a conductor waited there with a smile on his face. Fingel took out the dog's head coin from his pocket and handed it to the conductor.

There was nothing there, and in the darkness, a row of small lights stretched along the railroad track to the distance. The two of them held the tickets, hung far behind Anton, and trekked on the subway track.

"In this scene, it is definitely suitable to make a shooting game." Lu Mingfei thought so.

(End of this chapter)