Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 120



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64. Visit (1)

Woo Min-hee decided to come to our house.

I asked why, but I was just curious.

I didn’t ask any more questions.

If you ask them closely, the only answer you will get is whether they have something to hide.

Luckily, there was still time before she arrived.

He’ll be here around noon tomorrow.

16 hours left.

If it’s long, … but if it’s short, it’s a short enough time.

There are two main things that need to be hidden.

Laptop and satellite equipment.

Laptops are relatively easy to hide.

It’s small and lightweight, so you can hide it anywhere you have a small team.

I plan to wrap it tightly in waterproof plastic and hide it in a place where it can’t be seen.

The problem is the satellite equipment.

This guy is currently cleverly hidden between the rocks on the steep slope leading up the hill, above my bunker.

It’s about the size of a bamboo shoot slightly protruding from the ground.

Melon Mask, a brilliant entrepreneur, saw the traditional dish-shaped satellite receiver as a death trap that would invite looters, not to mention survival in the current era of widespread drones, so he developed a spire-shaped satellite device that was easy to hide.

Everyone calls it a satellite device, but its official name is Obelisk.

It weighs 8.9kg.

Height is 1.2m, width is 32cm.

It doesn’t consume much power compared to its size and performance, and even if the external power is cut off, it can easily be used for more than 2 hours with the internal battery unless there is a lot of trapping.

Could this be called the miracle of the melon mask?

The rental fee alone was about $110 a month, but the actual value of the machine is said to be well over $2,000.

The problem, of course, is size.

Not only is it heavy, but it also has a distinctive appearance that makes it recognizable from afar by anyone who plays Viva! Apocalypse!

How do I hide this guy?

Woo Min-hee is a persistent woman.

You can tell just by looking at how desperately he clings to this innocent Park Gyu, once he suspects that he is Eom Chang.

It is extremely difficult to fool that woman.

If you listen to the anecdote that happened when I was dispatched to China and she was on standby, you can get an idea of ​​what kind of woman she is.

At the time, she had been missing for three days and was found in her boyfriend’s trunk.

It’s not that her boyfriend kidnapped her, but rather, the woman, who suspected her boyfriend of cheating, somehow opened the trunk door and got in, trapping herself in the trunk for three days.

Although the boyfriend was proven innocent, it goes without saying that this incident was the cause of their breakup.

It takes a lot of determination and skill to deceive her like that.

“······.”

According to the keen intuition of this Park Gyu, who was called a professor, there was a 100% chance that this woman would stir up my entire territory, especially searching for places where satellite equipment might be.

Maybe we can bring in an expert in this field.

So, I also asked the experts on our bulletin board for advice.

SKELTON: (Skeleton Crisis) I have a question. Our satellite equipment. Can it be found from the outside? I mean, it can’t be located by a nearby beeping device like a gas meter, right?

The person I asked for advice was Fox Games, the most computer-savvy game developer on our message board.

Foxgames: This is the first time I’ve heard of a way to find satellite equipment like that?

SKELTON: (Skeleton Ando) Oh, right?

Foxgames: Well, there’s no such thing as a sure thing in this world. Maybe if there’s someone close to Melon Mask headquarters, a guy carrying around something like a gas meter like you mentioned might show up?

SKELTON: So the chances are slim?

Foxgames: Right. Oh, and now Monster Park is about to launch, so I’ll send you the link code via message. As promised before, it’s a royal account.

Fox Games sent a message.

It was a link to a website that seemed to take me to a special account created just for me.

SKELTON: (Skeleton bows politely) Thank you.

Thanks to Fox Games, I have confirmed that the worst case scenario I am worried about is less likely to happen.

In other words, there is no need to move satellite equipment.

In fact, moving satellite equipment is not an easy task.

Because to move a perfectly camouflaged thing, you have to tear down all the camouflage you’ve worked so hard to build, and you have to dig quite deep into the ground.

Construction isn’t a hassle, but it can leave marks and smells.

It is said that freshly dug land has a unique smell and color.

The two most important things, the laptop and the satellite equipment, have been resolved.

But this wouldn’t be enough to fool a suspicious woman like Woo Min-hee.

There has to be naturalness.

What do you do in your free time?

What kind of hobbies do you have?

Does the computer do it?

It is necessary to gently answer all expected questions.

To sum it up in one word, there must be a “natural humanity.”

I have already prepared my own scenario.

As for the computer, I put a desktop computer that I hardly ever use in the place where my laptop used to be, and I also did my own cosplay of the contents of the computer in preparation for Woo Min-hee’s visit.

I cleaned up the small items in the house and hung the picture frame of Jang Gi-yeong that she hated – the one he had forced me to give him – in the front.

In this way, my bunker was transformed into an experimental stage to show “the human Park Gyu.”

“······after.”

Cleaning is finished.

Now all that remains is to wait.

The rest I have to leave to my quick wit and improvisation.

The most important thing is to remain calm.

Considering that what I’m going to face tomorrow is something closer to a monster than a human, this is a perfectly reasonable judgment.

*

“Senior. I think we’ll be there soon.”

The roar of a helicopter could be heard from afar.

The rendezvous point was a US military airfield.

The pre-agreed plan was to bring her to the bunker by truck.

The helicopter landed at the airport with its propellers creating typhoon-force winds and throwing up dust and debris.

The door opened and Woo Min-hee got out.

Arms and legs made of metal, a face engraved with scars, yet still reminiscent of the elegance of the past.

As befitting her title as the director of the research institute, she wore a white gown and, without losing her composure in the fierce wind, got off the helicopter and waved her metal prosthetic hand at me.

“Minhee. Welcome!”

He greeted her with a bright smile that was not in his heart.

But there is one more thing.

Following her, a woman wearing a hunter uniform that looked like a military uniform carefully got out of the helicopter, keeping an eye on Woo Min-hee, and followed behind her.

Who could it be?

A face in the early to mid twenties.

I think I’ve seen it somewhere, but I don’t know because this Park Gyu’s face and the woman’s face are so similar, and in reality, it’s a face I don’t know well.

But that new Hunter uniform is a sure sign that she’s from a new school and that she’s Awaken.

“Is that it? The limousine that came to pick us up?”

Woo Min-hee stared at my truck with a strange, inscrutable smile.

“Yeah. It’s not much, though.”

“No. My senior came out to pick me up in person, but for me it’s a limousine.”

She walked towards the truck first, and the Awaken Hunter followed behind her, glancing at me from time to time, following behind Woo Min-hee.

“······.”

It looks like Woo Min-hee’s little brother is having a hard time.

You can tell by looking at the way Woo Min-hee gets into the luggage compartment without saying a word.

I got in the truck with her and took the wheel.

“Oh no. You came out to see my bunker.”

“Ah, but since you’re a senior citizen, shouldn’t you at least watch the way you live?”

“Then shall we set off?”

“wait for a sec.”

She held her prosthetic hand out the window and gestured.

Then two soldiers got off the helicopter and unloaded something from it.

Looking closely, it is a can containing synthetic oil.

“What is that?”

“gift.”

“gift?”

“You know I’m not the type of person to come empty-handed, right?”

Despite saying such things, she didn’t pay a single penny for Kim Da-ram’s wedding.

She stopped me when I tried to help the soldier move the oil can.

“Hold on. We need to give those people something to do.”

From that short conversation, I felt like I knew how she saw and thought about people.

There was quite a bit, quite frankly excessive, of synthetic oil in the cargo area.

“Isn’t that too much?”

“No. Maybe that would be insufficient?”

“Why are you giving me so much?”

“Do you know it’s cold this winter?”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. They said it was really cold.”

As soon as all the cargo was loaded, the soldiers waved their hands.

Woo Min-hee nodded and lightly tapped the window frame with her prosthetic hand.

“Okay then. Shall we go?”

I’m a little worried about the woman behind me.

But since Woo Min-hee and the woman don’t say anything, it would be natural for them to pretend not to know.

We left the airport and took the familiar roads straight to my territory.

“Are you here?”

As soon as he stopped the car, Woo Min-hee looked around.

“Hmm.”

She looked around my area with a lecherous smile on her face.

“Senior. You lived in a place like this.”

“Isn’t it desolate?”

“Where is the bunker? Over there?”

Unusually, the garage door was not closed.

Anyway, I’m just going to bring guests and there’s a monster named Woo Min-hee next to me.

To be honest, I wish the Legion faction had invaded now.

As long as she’s here, no matter how many Legionnaires they bring or what equipment they bring, they won’t be able to do anything.

But these are friends who haven’t shown their faces in the past few months.

The luck I had hoped for did not come, and we went into the garage.

“This is my bunker, this is my garage.”

“and.”

Woo Min-hee looked around my garage.

“It’s pretty big and well-made. There’s a lot of equipment. Didn’t it cost a lot of money?”

“I’ve heard it a lot.”

“What do you think, Eugene?”

Woo Min-hee was teasing a woman I didn’t know.

“I, I think that’s well-made!”

Twenty-two or twenty-three now? That’s about it.

This woman, who clearly looked like she was from a younger generation than us, was naturally very intimidated in front of Woo Min-hee and could not even make eye contact properly.

Woo Min-hee looked around and hummed.

“Where is the bunker?”

“here.”

I invited the two to my space, where only the chosen ones can enter.

“This is······.”

Since he is the other party, I must not mention the real name of my bunker, Skelton Royal House.

“This is my bunker.”

Plain and boring.

That is the desperate stance I have prepared to deal with Woo Min-hee today.

“This is my bed, and this is my weapon. As you can see, there’s a lot of ammunition. I maintain it at least once a week.”

“Hmm. What is that? A toilet?”

“huh.”

“Ah~. The ventilation hole is over there? It’s a very senior-like arrangement.”

After expressing his feelings for a while, Woo Min-hee quickly walked into my area, making a clicking noise.

As expected, where she was headed was in front of the computer.

She turned on the computer without asking the owner’s permission.

“Minhee?”

“huh?”

“What are you doing?”

“computer.”

“No, why are you using someone else’s computer? All of a sudden······.”

“oh.”

A strange sight appeared in Woo Min-hee’s eyes.

Looks like you saw the desktop.

Perhaps what flashed onto her retina was a picture of a voluptuous Western beauty in a skimpy bikini against a tropical backdrop.

It’s not my taste, but I carefully selected it and put it there.

To appeal to this Park Gyu that he has “natural humanity.”

“Senior, do you like this type?”

“Oh, right. Why are you suddenly turning on the computer? It’s so embarrassing. Haha.”

“Huh? What is this?”

Looks like she’s discovered something again.

“oh.”

You can tell what you’re looking at without even looking at the screen.

This is a photo album of Western beauties in bikinis in the “Direct Purchase Folder”.

Sensual photos, so-called silver-collar photos.

This is a highly prepared device to show Park Gyu’s “natural humanity” along with the previous wallpaper, compromising the level to an appropriate level as excessively primitive content can cause antipathy.

For reference, many of these photos were downloaded from a post from two years ago on the Viva! Apocalypse! Korean bulletin board.

That is, before the reporter begins his full-fledged activities.

Woo Min-hee has no way of knowing and will never be able to know.

The custom of grown, lonely men exchanging lewd photos and videos is now a relic of a bygone era.

Knock knock knock

The sound of Woo Min-hee’s hand nervously lowering the mouse wheel could be heard.

He seems to be losing his temper because he can’t find what he wants.

“······.”

I could feel victory drawing near as I watched the growing annoyance on her face.

However, there is still one left.

“Mr. Eugene.”

Woo Min-hee called out to the Awaken Hunter who was standing like a folding screen.

The moment Woo Min-hee called the mysterious woman, I felt that the fierce, invisible chase between Eom Chang-i and Min-hee (18) was now reaching its climax.

“Yes, sir!”

“Would you like to take a spin around? Using your Awaken ability.”

“Yes, yes! I understand!”

A woman named Eugene kept bowing with a pale face, and then she started looking around my area.

At that moment I discovered.

The gentle light in the eyes of the woman called Eugene.

Woo Min-hee spoke confidently with a subtle smile on her face.

“Eugene has the ability to see through things.”

“······.”

“Eugene~. Instead of the wall, could you please look above my head? I think the satellite equipment is there~ Do you know what the satellite equipment looks like? I showed it to you earlier, didn’t I?”

“······.”

Composure.

Woo Min-hee is a woman who enjoys shaking people up.

Even at this moment, a snake-like gaze is licking every corner of my face.

“Senior. You really don’t use the internet?”

“Yeah. I won’t do it. How do I do it? In a place like this?”

“really?”

“No, why do you keep talking about the Internet? I told you not to?”

At that moment, Eugene suddenly looked into the air and screamed.

“Hey, Chief! There’s something over there!”

“······.”

“Huh? It looks exactly like satellite equipment?”

“······.”

Woo Min-hee looks at my expression with her half-open eyes.

“Senior. Are you feeling pained?”

“No, what?”

I am a professor.

“What hurts?”

There are probably thousands of reasons why he gave me the name Professor, but what Jang Ki-young admired most about me was my unwavering determination in any situation.

“And what the hell is this satellite equipment?”

Of course, this immovability is far from the patience that comes from stupidity.

It is about reading the essence and maintaining composure through only subtle reactions and changes in a moment.

Two reasons gave me confidence.

One is the direction of the gaze of a woman called Eugene.

It was similar, but not there.

My gear is a little further back.

And above all, the awkward acting skills of a woman named Eugene.

The tone and pronunciation, as if reading a Korean textbook, along with the gaze, instilled confidence in my composure.

“Hmm.”

The smile disappeared from Woo Min-hee’s mouth.

“okay?”

She let out a relieved sigh and stroked her hair with her real hand, not her prosthetic.

The terrible scars from the past that were not visible in the parts covered by the hair were clearly engraved on him.

Looks like he was hit by shrapnel at close range.

It was a stroke of luck that I was able to avoid being identified.

After letting out a sigh, she stared blankly across the empty bunker and asked sarcastically.

“Senior, what do you think of Yang Sang-gil?”

Maybe this is the real reason she came to see me?

If you just look at the weight contained in that expression and voice.