Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 299



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119. Tools (6)

The footsteps that had been approaching confidently and loudly stopped for a moment in front of the warehouse, then soon resumed in a cautious and secretive manner.

What that brief pause and change suggests is good for us.

I’m saying that there are people with sensing abilities among them.

The idea is to tell them our location in advance and then attack them all at once.

The secretive sound of footsteps soon begins another variation.

With an explosive and violent galloping sound.

Knock knock knock knock!

There is one person.

He is probably the most daring of the bunch, a sort of stormtrooper.

“You little ones!”

He stops just before we are behind the wall behind which we are hiding, threatening us as if he might show himself at any moment.

Maybe they’re trying to test our weapons.

It was a time when everyone was armed with a gun, and at least had a crossbow.

As previously discussed, we refrained from using firearms and backed off.

A moment of silence came again.

and.

thud!

Shock wave.

The fanatic Awaken used his powers.

It’s a flawless shockwave of the level 5 level.

“Go. Go. Little by little. Little by little.”

I can hear a faint North Korean accent in the speech.

Step step step

The sound of hesitant, lined-up, and approaching footsteps can be heard right in front of you.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Here the footsteps split into two.

When we hear the sound of footsteps leading from behind, we hear the sound of footsteps following right in front, approaching us.

It’s like when someone starts singing, the rest sing the chorus.

“······.”

Sent a signal to the defender.

Guns are prohibited.

I read Awaken’s thoughts.

The idea is to advance little by little while leaving your comrades within the maximum range of the reflective field, and push in the troops armed with cold weapons under the protection of the field.

This is definitely a tactic worth trying if you have Awaken on your team.

But you chose the wrong opponent.

There are two beasts lurking in the warehouse.

That too, using numerous humans in close combat.

“Hello cuties?”

A fanatic appears under the stationmaster’s protection.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with a look of strength in his eyes grinned, revealing a hole in his front tooth that had fallen out and turned black.

Ran in.

On both sides.

The man who was showing his teeth raises his arm, but the weapon he is holding is gone.

He was just wearing knuckles.

He probably killed a lot of people with his knuckles, so that gave him some confidence.

Phew!

“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!”

Human fists are weak.

What makes a man strong is not his fist, but the strength of his hand and the strength of his shoulder connected to his hand.

He stuck an axe into one of the man’s arms and struck the screaming man’s neck with the other axe.

Phew!

I looked beyond the collapsing man.

The Defender was thrusting a dagger into the neck of another cultist.

He pushed away the fanatic who had already lost his breath and attacked the fanatic who was following him.

Bam!

After a short while, I watched the Defender deal with the second cultist out of the corner of his eye.

There is only one problem.

I looked straight ahead.

A level 5 Awaken is drawing his dual pistols and aiming them at me.

Bang! Bang bang bang bang!

As soon as you take cover behind the warehouse, you hear retaliatory gunshots.

The accuracy of the shooting doesn’t seem to be that high.

When you see bullets flying in ridiculous directions.

But a man with a gun is always stronger than one without one.

Hoping for the other person to make a mistake and jumping in with your bare body is a self-destructive measure that you only do when you have no other choice.

“Hey, these kids?!”

That doesn’t mean I’ll let that guy go alive.

He gestured towards the defenders hiding behind the wall across the entrance.

The defender nodded and leaned his body out of the entrance.

Bang bang!

A retaliatory gunshot rang out immediately, but the Defender merely revealed itself briefly.

“Hey! Hey! Come quickly!”

Awaken calls for support.

Behind the convulsive screams, I hear hesitant, backwards footsteps.

Clank-

This time he showed up from this side, holding a gun.

“Ahh!”

In the dim light, I could clearly see a man aiming a gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

What I’m waiting for is another sound after the gunshot.

Kikrik- Kikrik-

The magazine is empty.

The defender behind the wall grabbed a corpse and threw it out the door.

bang!

That’s the last gunshot.

Both pistols are empty.

I ran out the door, hearing the useless click of a trigger without a bullet.

thud!

The blue-faced man sends out shockwaves, but my eyes measure the distance between him and me.

5m.

Minimum range of the reflective field deployed by Awaken.

It may decrease further than this, but it cannot converge to 0 completely.

Even the monsters imitated by Awaken are bound by the barrier of minimum range.

“Don’t come!”

He dug in 4 meters and opened fire.

The fanatic pulls the trigger, but it’s only my gun that rings out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

3 shots in rapid fire.

Beyond the collapsing man, we see fanatics surrounding him on all sides.

Fortunately, only a very small number are armed with automatic weapons.

Most of them are armed with cold weapons.

It might be a reasonable choice in an area swarming with zombies, but at least here it’s a configuration that works in my favor.

I retreated leisurely into the warehouse in front of them.

I looked at Jang Gi-yeong.

The noise of the brief but fierce battle that had just taken place had no effect on him.

Under the rusty light of a lantern, he moves constantly, working tirelessly to create his ‘secret weapon’.

I exchanged glances with the defender.

We pushed the corpses lying on the floor with our feet and laid them out in a neat row toward the entrance.

A barricade designed to have a bit of a shock effect.

There were at least 30 fanatics outside.

If they all rush in at once, prepared to die one or two at a time, it won’t be easy even for us.

But such cases are rare.

Everyone has only one life, and this is an equal condition for me and them.

Who would want to die like that?

I can feel the expected effect spreading among them.

There is no response.

It seems that their morale has been broken after they were all wiped out in an instant, including Awaken.

But I won’t retreat.

There were too many of them to retreat.

Perhaps after some thought, I will take another approach.

“Instructor.”

I told Jang Gi-yeong.

“What is it? Park Gyu.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll make it quick! It’s almost done! Damn! I have to make Squirrel too! Where’s Squirrel? And where is he gossiping about Woo Min-hee, Jang Su-ji, Go Jeong-ah, Han Yeo-ul, Na Hye-in, etc.?”

Jang Ki-young sighed.

“Why on earth does he live like that? Why does he compare himself to others over useless things? He has a body given by God, but his symbol is so annoying that he can’t go up!”

I don’t know about anything else, but my teacher seems to have properly grasped Kim Da-ram’s true nature.

Anyway, even in this brief silence, the fanatic is diligently plotting his next attack.

“Call more brothers! We need more brothers!”

A woman who appears to be a commander is shouting orders to the congregation from the back of a vehicle.

I checked my appearance through the mirror.

The leader of the fanatics was wearing a white robe that covered his entire body, and on his robe were written in beautiful handwriting the Chinese characters for “Wanryu Guijong Honseiltong (萬流歸宗 混世一統)” that were reminiscent of blood.

“Is that the Heo Jun you were chasing?”

I asked the defender.

“No, Heo Jun is a man first.”

The defender’s gaze turns towards Jang Gi-yeong.

Ultimately, the fundamental cause of this problem is Jang Gi-yeong.

Now that the person with the sensory ability is dead, escaping through back roads will be much easier than before.

The point is that the longer you delay, the less good comes of it.

“Can’t we just take the principal out?”

“······Let me tell you a story.”

At that moment, Jang Gi-yeong shouted.

“It’s done! It’s done!”

Jang Gi-yeong quickly picked up the object on the table.

“······.”

It’s no different from what I saw before.

It is a monster gun of unknown purpose, made of two metal cylinders joined together.

Jang Gi-yeong looked at me and smiled brightly while holding the worthless object.

“Professor. Look. This is it. This is it.”

“What is this······?”

“It’s a specialized weapon for the Grand General type.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s right. As long as I have this, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a general or a slacker. Our real hunters can kill! As long as I have this!”

I don’t know what that is.

Are you really going to kill a monster that has never been hunted before with that crude piece of junk?

This is the monster of monsters that a level 11 North American hunter tried to hunt and came back mad.

More terrifying than Jang Ki-young’s appearance, with his nose gone due to the effects of zombification, are the thoughts he has.

As I was looking at him with a blank expression, Jang Gi-yeong became serious and shouted at me like a drunk person.

“Hey. Imma! Park Gyu! Everything I’ve told you is correct knowledge. I know what you’re thinking!”

“······.”

“You think I’m wrong again, right? Yeah? I know. You think you’re right and I’m wrong, right? You treat me like a total swindler. Hey! Do you think I don’t know a thing about you?”

“······Instructor.”

Did you know?

Were you pretending not to know even though you knew?

Even though he knew my cynicism, he greeted me warmly in front of that rental apartment and left me his notebook right before he died.

The sound of a vehicle was heard from outside.

It looks like reinforcements from the fanatics have arrived.

The sound of the Defender changing magazines could be heard clearly in the silence.

“Look carefully.”

Jang Ki-young broke the silence that had been hanging like a stick and spoke.

“Let me show you. The practicality of the new tool I proposed!”

“Instructor.”

“Ah! Just wait! Just a little bit! Just pour some fuel here!”

Jang Ki-young, who had been yelling that the warehouse was about to collapse, smiles brightly as if nothing had happened.

“You’ll be surprised. Haha! Yes! You’ll be surprised! Even the world’s greatest professor!”

Bam-

Something fell behind.

I instinctively noticed the object that had fallen on the floor.

It’s a grenade.

He immediately ran forward, caught it with his hand, and threw it out the door.

bang!

The grenade exploded in midair.

“Skeleton.”

The Defender looks at me with slight astonishment.

He nodded and raised his gun.

“Let’s hold on a little longer.”

The stubbornness of the dead is not much left.

A little bit will do.

Just a little bit.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

A group of fanatics rushes forward with shouts that seem like they’re about to leave.

They aren’t stupid, so they don’t make an honest charge.

Knock- knock- knock-

Several deadly objects were dropped into the warehouse.

I gave up behind the entrance and hid far inside.

Boom! Boom!

Grenades exploded one after another, one of the projectiles sending thick smoke billowing in all directions.

It’s a smoke bomb.

Beyond the thick smoke, figures carrying various weapons could be seen moving about.

“Cease fire!”

He shouted at the defender and opened fire.

bang!

The aiming point is the ceiling, far away from the smoke screen.

There was no shock wave.

“shooting!”

Tata tata tang!

Tata tata tang!

My gun and the Defender’s gun fired at the same time.

The fanatics in the smokescreen fell helplessly before the merciless baptism of automatic weapons.

“Eww!!”

Occasionally, there are guys who pop out of the smokescreen.

bang!

Silenced with one bullet.

The second offensive was defeated.

As the thick smoke cleared, piles of mangled corpses and writhing wounded were revealed.

A fanatic with a wounded leg glared at us with bloodshot eyes, trying to say something.

bang!

The defender finished him off with a pistol.

“I’ve dealt with about a dozen.”

Quickly counting the bodies, the Defender changed the magazine in his rifle.

I looked at the outside world.

It’s as quiet as a mouse.

As I looked outside through the mirror, I could inevitably see the figures of fanatics hesitating behind me.

I guess they finally figured out what kind of people we are.

But this fanatic has a secret weapon.

“Brother Heo Jun! Call Brother Heo Jun!”

The fanatics all began to recite strange spells in unison.

The order was probably in Chinese, but even if it was in Korean, I wouldn’t have understood it.

Jjang-

A gray-white monster appeared beyond the darkness with the sound of a bell.

It’s a monster.

The monster, with its gray-white body covered in unreadable Chinese characters, was approaching us, led by a fanatic.

“What is that?”

The defender muttered as he looked at the monster.

I don’t know either.

It’s an unfamiliar type.

But if I remember correctly, that guy is the type first discovered in China.

This is a new species discovered just before I retired.

In Chinese it is pronounced as Lü Bu. In Korean it is pronounced as Lü Bu.

Small and combat type.

It is not penetrative.