Rust - Chapter 122



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RUST -122

The floor was stained red.

The sight of Maru standing on top of a pile of broken, torn, and mutilated corpses was so natural.

“There?”

“Two left.”

When Maru looked at Ms. Kim with an expression like, ‘Even though there were employees?’, Ms. Kim quickly answered.

“I’m a beginner.”

“okay?”

Maru nods. So you’re a rookie employee?

The staff couldn’t breathe. Not metaphorically, but physically. They couldn’t exhale the breath they had taken in. What is this? What is this? Ten seconds? Eight seconds? Has that been the case? Shit. Am I dreaming?

Kill a man with a butter knife, break his neck with a fork, and pierce his skull? FUCK. Just kidding. A fork is a piece of shit, but what the heck is a bread knife? Slicing a man with a bread knife that you used to cut a meat pie? That’s meat, but can you slice it with a bread knife? A man?

Even the movements were strange. They weren’t crazy fast. They looked like they were swaying. They were just walking around calmly and shaking their upper bodies a little, but a disaster occurred.

So rather than saying he dodged the bullet, it’s more like he aimed the gun at the wrong place. Even if he took the drug and shot him, it would have been normal to hit him at that distance.

“What? You. No, you guys?”

Without realizing it, my voice cracked a little.

Instead of answering, Maru threw a bread knife, and hic- the nurse lowered her head. The staff was also startled and flinched like a Zara.

The blade bounced off the artificial marble table covered in bullet holes and fell in front of the employee. The blade Maru had thrown was completely crushed.

‘FUCK!’

Are you telling me not to ask what he does? The employee took a deep breath.

‘Fuck. I’m not a beginner.’

He is not a veteran, but he is still a full-time employee who has been eating company food for over 3 years.

Maru, who had thrown a blunt-edged bread knife and silenced the employee, picked up a bottle of tequila that was rolling around on the floor. A sturdy bottle with a bullet-shaped shape. Maru glanced at the label that read, ‘Olmeca Tequila.’ and grabbed the bottle by the neck.

It was sturdy and stable. Hmph – I threw it in the air and bang – I caught it and it was fine. So it was a thick and stable grip like a square bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

‘Ah, I want Jim Beam.’

Jack Daniel’s isn’t bad either, but my taste was more like Jim Beam Maru.

Hongwi- Tak-

Viewung- tak-

He threw a bottle of tequila and walked towards where the cartel guys were hiding.

“Take the medicine and run away.”

“okay.”

Maru chuckled at Kim Yang’s warning. Perhaps because he had just seen blood, his senses were sharpened. The senses spread out in all directions, 360 degrees. He felt his surroundings as if he was spinning a 3D simulator.

‘huh?’

A strong sense of murderous intent felt in the kitchen. Suddenly, the sense of murderous intent surged. A sense of murderous intent that I had felt somewhere before.

Busan? It was different from the murderous intent of the drug dealers I had cut down in Busan. It was more primitive and rough. It was similar to the murderous intent of the guys who had attacked me while still in the Tokushima port in Japan.

It felt like we were trying to escape to the river in an amphibious vehicle, and then the idiots who foolishly jumped off the embankment to catch up with it.

bang!

The cook ran out of the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and drool dripping from his mouth. He was looking around with a kitchen knife in both hands, and as soon as he saw the floor, he ran at me with a scream.

Kkuu …

Lie—

The tequila bottle kissed the chef’s face with a clear and transparent sound. The passionate kiss caused the chef’s nose to be sunken, his front teeth to break, and blood to burst into both his eyes.

Kweeeeeeek

When the eyes were no longer visible, the chef swung his knife in all directions. Maru lightly ignored the blade swinging in the air and hit the chef in the stomach.

Wooweeeeek

The cook, who had been vomiting with his back bent in the shape of the letter L in one stroke, passed out after groaning and coughing, as if he couldn’t breathe. Maru kicked the chef, who had passed out with his nose buried in his vomit, and turned him over before entering the kitchen.

The waitress was foaming at the mouth and rolling her eyes, as if she was having an adverse reaction to the medication. The needle marks were clearly visible on the struggling woman’s forearm.

Tsk-

Looking around, there was a door leading directly from the kitchen to the outside. On the clothes rack next to the door were the chef’s clothes and aprons. As I approached the door, I could feel the crude murderous atmosphere outside.

As Maru, who was holding a stainless steel frying pan and a kitchen knife, opened the door, bullets poured out. The men who were shooting wildly realized that only the door was open and stopped shooting. The door, which had been shaking under the hail of bullets, closed.

Maru opened the door and threw the chef’s apron that was hanging next to him. Gunfire poured down on the apron. He opened the door again and threw the chef’s clothes. The gunfire was noticeably reduced compared to the first time.

‘One, two.’

As I opened the door wide open and threw my clothes, the guys stopped after firing a few shots. Just before the gunfire stopped and the door closed, Maru jumped out. Since I threw the stuff after the door closed, the guys were slow to react to Maru jumping out before the door closed.

A straight cleaver shot straight down. The cleaver was stuck in his head. While the guy next to him was being stabbed by the cleaver, a round, sparkling thing appeared in the eyes of the man who was wondering, “What’s going on?”, “Huh?”

At some point

A man who pulled the trigger after being hit in the face with a stainless steel frying pan, fell to his death as the impact of the pan sent his arm flying into the air, spitting bullets into the air.

Hmm- Maru stepped on the shoulder and knee of the man who was stretched out in a cheering pose. Crackle- Crunch- The joints were broken pitifully.

‘Is he dead?’

I controlled my strength… When I put my hand on the nose of the man who showed no physical response even though I broke his limbs, I felt his shallow breathing.

“hmm-.”

Maru was satisfied.

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The employee was at a loss as to how to report this.

Should I report that I have taken down 17 gang and cartel members? Should I report that I have taken down the notorious M Black Brothers and Peace Panic gangs in California and Nevada?

It was a criminal organization that was expanding its power by taking advantage of the lax surveillance on gangs and cartels due to manpower shortages. As long as they didn’t cause any major incidents, they would just let it go and maintain the status quo. But suddenly, out of the 17 people, they buried 16 people, except for one survivor. Who was going to clean up the mess?

‘Fuck. What the hell is that?’

Shikimaru or Sekimaru, his changed name was also a shitty name. Vladimir Kalin. It was like some new drug. What does that damn Maru mean? If you’re going to name him like that, just use his original name.

Is Vladimura bloody? Isn’t it Bloody from the Sea of ​​Blood? The name itself is a spoiler? The staff was trying to deny reality beyond the stream of consciousness.

[···Did I hear that correctly? Say it again.]

“We killed gangsters and cartel members armed with forks, butter knives and bread knives.”

[···So that’s a bread knife, right? A butter knife? That’s the one you use to spread butter, right?]

“Yes. I subdued a chef who was drunk on crystal with a bottle of tequila.”

[Crystal? Are you sure? You beat a drugged person with a bottle of alcohol? Are you crazy?]

“Yes, it’s definitely Crystal. It’s not just that kid. The woman who was just blankly staring at me is crazy too. Where’s the woman who walks around with a flashbang grenade? She even has a silencer on her pistol.”

[······.]

“And besides, is it normal for a woman to be better at double tapping and Mozambique drills than a firearms instructor? I told you, there’s something wrong with these guys! There’s something wrong with them!”

The employee screamed in frustration.

[Whew- First of all… I see. So. They didn’t attack first?]

“It was a case of self-defense since their lives were threatened, but this time it was a mass murder case. If someone threatened them with a gun, they would kill them with a spoon while they were eating.”

[Do you see any signs of professional training?]

Even at the company, we received training to respond to various situations under the guidance of instructors from the Navy SEALs and Delta Force. However, we had never heard of movements like Maru and Kim.

However, Kim Yang could somehow understand that he was a skilled firearms expert, but Maru was not. It was not normal for him to walk in front of a gang armed with guns, carrying only a fork and a bread knife.

Heterogeneous movements. They were movements that were almost inhuman. Could such behavior be possible through training? Absolutely not.

“···That’s not it.”

[Without any sign of training, they wiped out armed gangsters and cartel members in close combat? That’s hard to believe.]

“I will send you the CCTV footage.”

[Okay. Let’s see it with our own eyes and talk.]

“As you can see, we need to find a way to control them, whether it’s isolating them or hiring them at a company.”

Otherwise, wherever he went in self-defense, there would surely be a sea of ​​blood.

‘You said it was self-defense earlier, right? It was something we agreed to.’

I remembered the vivid video footage showing the gang pointing a gun at a nurse’s head and threatening her.

[First… let’s clean up the scene first. I’ll send the aftermath team by helicopter. They’ll arrive in 20~30 minutes, so just let me know.]

“All right.”

[And about them, we need to check the CCTV footage and exchange opinions, so let’s maintain the current situation for the time being. Don’t watch them too obviously, don’t provoke them at all, and keep a moderate distance. Moderately.]

“I will do that.”

The employee cursed softly and looked at the table where Maru and Kim Yang were sitting. There were a lot of different cell phones piled up on the table. They were the phones that the gangsters and cartel kids had.

“Give me this.”

Ms. Kim said, clutching a shiny gold Apple phone in her small hands.

Maru nodded coolly.

“This too.”

Maru asked Kim Yang, who was holding a flashy gold Galaxy phone.

“Okay. But what are you going to use the phone for? Why don’t you just buy one?”

“This is fine. I use it as a cannon phone.”

“Are there cannon phones in the US too?”

“Just ask someone you know to pierce it for you.”

It was Ms. Kim who showed a natural smile for the first time in a long time.

It was certain. This feel. This color. It was real gold. Not completely pure gold, but around 22~23k? Since it was a case, they probably alloyed it to make it stronger, but this feel was definitely gold. A gold case, and it was custom made.

Hehehehe

The staff couldn’t tell him to put it down because it was evidence. That was the atmosphere. It was ambiguous, not friendly.

Is Jeong Sang a nurse? The nurse, who had a gun pointed at her head and had seen a group of people boarding the express train to the afterlife, was slightly dazed.

Yeah. That’s normal. I’m feeling a little PTSD. It’s scary. That’s how you become human. The staff member somehow wanted to take care of the nurse.

“Are you okay?”

The nurse who made the sound of “Eek” clung to Ms. Kim’s back. Ms. Kim’s eyes, which had been innocent and round as she had been happily admiring the gold phone, turned sharp.

“What is it?”

“······.”

“······.”

The nurse looked at Ms. Kim with tearful eyes, and then at the staff member. The staff member felt wronged. What did I do wrong to make her cry? I just wanted to comfort her…

Ms. Kim, who had been quietly watching the two people, spoke to the employee.

“Clean it up.”

“?”

Why are you suddenly telling me to clean up something?

Kim Yang’s gaze shifted from the corpses strewn about to the staff. He was speaking with his eyes. The rookie was just sitting there, not doing anything, and when all the work was done, he slowly crawled out, trying to slap some idiot nurse? That was the look in his eyes.

‘Fuck! Why can I interpret that look?’

The employee was embarrassed. Regardless, Ms. Kim made eye contact with the employee and spoke quietly.

“Chi.U.S.E.M.”

The eyes that had been shining brightly while looking at the gold phone had become blurry. Instead of answering, the employee got up and started to clean up the corpses that had been lying around. He was just following the mission of never provoking anyone. Yes. This was a mission.

Miss Kim, who was quietly watching the employee working hard to earn the money for the meal, smacked her lips slightly.

What is this, I’m eating well?

As expected, there were a lot of things to do to burn calories when I was with Baekjeong.

The kitchen seems to be in good condition.

It was a good thing I didn’t pop the grenade.

huh.

“Do you know how to make a hamburger?”

“Huh? Hi-it-”

“8 delicious hamburgers···”

“······.”

“No, make 12 of them. Double the patties and cheese. Thick. Add bacon. Plenty of tomato, lettuce, and onions. Variety of sauces.”

The nurse was listening to the longest story Kim had ever told. It was an order for ten large, thick, hearty, and delicious hamburgers.

“Hi.”

The nurse who had been running to the kitchen with a start changed her footsteps to be more cautious. She headed to the kitchen, avoiding the bloody spots.

The nurse, who had struggled to get over the white cook who had collapsed with his face sunken and bleeding profusely, let out a loud noise as soon as she opened the kitchen door.

HEEEEEEET!!!