Rust - Chapter 141



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RUST -141

Ki-gi-gi-gi——

A metal bat scraping against a cement wall. A dim light that looks like mist rising. The slow movements of a guy wearing an infrared camera.

The moment your attention is focused on that side, it flies in.

Boo-

A steel ball?

A round object bounced off the ceiling next to the drain and rolled back onto the floor.

I’m going crazy—-

Ting!

A guy hitting a wall with a bat. Maru’s nerves were focused forward.

Huh?

The bastard’s smile was annoying. Maru smiled too.

Pak- Maru’s one step shortened the 10m distance in an instant.

At the same time, something exploded behind Maru. An explosion from a narrow drain!

A loud noise echoed through the drainage tunnel.

!!!

The shrapnel hit the floorboards without mercy, but the new bulletproof vest provided sufficient defense and the shrapnel was still moving forward, so there was no significant damage.

The sense of the floor sharpened as the debris struck the back. The nerves became sensitive and the pupils dilated. The scenery changed like a slide screen from moment to moment.

“!”

The bastard’s movements were perceived as slow and elongated.

Ki—–gi— gi—-

The image of him swinging the metal bat that was scraping the wall horizontally stretched out. The corners of his mouth that had been smiling widened like a ‘0’ and he tried to make a sound.

“Yeah, yeah···”

As Maru stepped forward as if teleporting right in front of the bastard, he put strength into his step and a footprint was left in the reinforced concrete drainage ditch.

Kwajik – The force that shot out horizontally from the footsteps that hit the ground was pushed up vertically. The force that soared up from the soles of the feet to the calves, from the calves to the thighs, and then up the thighs, rotating, changed into a circular motion that turned the waist.

Kkirrit-

It’s hot. Maru suddenly felt that way.

Tingle-

Ignoring the heat, I swung my sword. The twisting force from my waist traveled up my back, along my shoulder and forearm, and focused on the blade.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Sparks flew into the dark space. The sparks that flew out quickly disappeared in a long trail. Something scratched the drain wall, leaving a deep mark.

So Maru passed by the bastard.

At the end of the straight line, a man holding a severed metal bat stood there blankly. He couldn’t turn his head or walk. All he could do was tremble his parted lips. He wanted to say something, but the desperation of not being able to say anything collapsed diagonally.

Iron-pudeok-

Red drops splashed onto the damp floor.

Maru immediately pulled out the flash grenade he had on his waist and threw it forward. As if crossing in the air, the round object thrown from the other side flew towards Maru.

Maru, who had been slamming the round thing flying towards him like a shield, closed his eyes and turned his head. There was a flash of light followed by an explosion. Immediately after the explosion of the grenades, a tearing scream was heard.

The darkness in Maru’s hand chased away the scream.

Bukakakak!

Maru, who had been holding his eyes and howling, slashed the air with his buttocks, making the snout of the bastard meet his own. Peek- With a sound of air being cut, the blood and fat on the blade fell off.

They were wearing protective gear. Should I call it bulletproof vest? Or maybe armor? I felt it when I cut the guy with the metal bat, but it was solid. So it was similar to the guys who went around with Director Choi.

It looked like it would be hard to take it down with a simple rifle. Even a shotgun wouldn’t be very effective when wearing this kind of armor. Judging from the fact that it blocked some grenade fragments, it didn’t seem like it would be easy for the strike teams that went in elsewhere.

This was even more so because these guys didn’t appear in the first failed suppression video. And what if they used crystals here? There was no answer. Even if they used a large-caliber gun, if they couldn’t hit the head or the vital points of the body, they would still come running even if one of their limbs was torn off.

‘Can a normal person throw a grenade or a steel ball like that?’

I don’t know about the guy with the metal bat, but the guy who threw the steel balls and grenades definitely didn’t have normal muscle strength. Maru looked at the head of the guy who was sticking his nose into his butt.

Not only was the physical ability demanding, but the brainpower was also not easy. He threw simple iron balls to create preconceptions, and later threw round fragmentation grenades. He was safe because he was wearing special bulletproof vests, but what about the other members of the strike team?

First of all, how many people like this are there?

I flicked the matte black blade with my finger. Ting- A hard blade that made a short sound. I don’t know what it was made of, but it was solid. It didn’t even come out.

Distant gunfire and the sound of exploding grenades echoed through the tunnel.

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Operations Situation Room

A heavy atmosphere settled over them. Unlike the beginning where things had been going smoothly, the strike teams were having a hard time.

“Reports are that addicts are continuing to flock here.”

“You damned bastards! How many of you are there? How many have I caught so far and they’re still crawling out!”

The number of drug dealers killed by the strike force engaging the cartel was already approaching 300. In other words, if 4 teams of 5 people, or 20 strike forces, killed over 300 people, that means each person killed over 15 people.

“If we assume that half of the homeless people in the LA area are drug addicts, that would be a triple digit number.”

Whoa- That was a breathtaking number. The Skid Row area in downtown Los Angeles was famous for being a large homeless area. Of the thousands of homeless people, about 40% were drug and alcohol addicts. Even if it was half of the 40%, it would be well over 500.

“The drug dealers are the problem. The drug dealers. There must be refugees there too.”

“Yes. If you include illegal immigrants, you have to look at a four-digit number.”

With the four-digit number of drugs and the occasional encounter with armed cartel members, it was easy to run out of bullets.

“Deploy additional support units. Supply them as much as possible. If we keep pushing, we’ll either catch them or force them out.”

“All right.”

I hope it ends cleanly with a decapitation operation, but I’ve prepared for that if not. The moment they’re driven out, the California National Guard will tighten its grip.

Roads were blocked to prevent people from spreading out into the city or reaching business districts, and armed helicopters were on standby.

Die underground or die when you come out. Death was the only thing left for them.

‘A criminal organization threatens the United States?’

“What’s going on with the gangs?”

“That one is a little deeper.”

“why?”

“Because the slum people continue to protect the gangs···.”

“What? The gangsters aren’t taking civilians hostage, and the poor are voluntarily protecting the gangsters?”

“Because they would be the children, relatives, or friends of people living in the slums.”

It was ridiculous. So the gangsters are my family, relatives, and friends, so don’t shoot them? Aren’t they crazy? It was the same when we suppressed the South American cartel. An entire village attacked the strike force. From old, hunched men to 10-year-old children. The whole village became enemies.

“Don’t give a damn about it and just sweep it all away.”

“······.”

“What? Why aren’t you answering?”

“Are you ordering us to fire on unarmed civilians?”

The commander lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

after-

The world has really become a better place. Even 17~18 years ago, those who were committing terrorist acts were just beaten alive, but now there are many kids who have turned into flower gardens before they even reach 20 years of age.

after-

The commander took another deep drag. The cigarette, more than half-burned in two strokes, seemed to speak volumes about the commander’s feelings.

“Hey- what if we waste time and miss the gangsters and they commit terrorism?”

“······.”

“What if those kids manage to escape and riots break out in LA?”

“······.”

“What if they just pretend to be crazy and spray the drugs?”

“······.”

“Would the innocent victims be less than killing the criminal bastards who are currently protecting the gang? If the operation fails and something happens, who will be held responsible? You?”

“······.”

People in the operations command center were listening to the conversation.

“I detonated an EMP and have hackers ready just in case. I said that I would take full responsibility for giving the order. So you’re still going to disobey the order?”

“The United States military exists to protect civilians. Stop firing on civilians!”

“Huh? Huh? Do you think I gave that order because I wanted to kill you? Shouldn’t we be catching those bastards who threaten the security of the United States?”

“Who is the subject of this security? For whom is this security? The order to indiscriminately fire on civilians is an unjust order. Above all, it is an order that goes beyond the commander’s discretion.”

“You fucking punk. Get out!”

The adjutant refused to leave. The commander’s face turned bright red.

Tension mounted in the situation room.

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[Bravo Team, requesting sniper support. Location 34.0422894, -118.3147351]

When Kim Yang entered the latitude and longitude into the tablet, the direction was indicated by an arrow on the scope. It was reorganized. Capitalism was great after all.

We got the location, who do we want to shoot? The gang was gathered on the roof of a low red brick building. The gang was spraying bullets downwards.

They were like that.

[Rooftop. Enemy resistance is strong.]

Yeah, those guys.

Tukang- thud-

King of Fighters- thud-

Taang- thud-

Three bullets flew in an instant, turning five people into savages. The bullet that pierced the head pierced the body of the gangster behind him. Kim Yang, who succeeded twice in the same way, felt proud. As expected, the equipment had to be good. That was how it was.

[This is Charlie Team. Civilians surround the gang.]

Huh? What does this mean?

Kim Yang moved the scope to the coordinates he had received. The gangsters were moving while shooting, and civilians were surrounding them as if they were guarding them.

[Civilians are blocking the attack route.]

[Is sniping possible?]

‘what?’

Are they crazy? Even without that, the strike force was already small in number, so they were pushed back little by little as they could not do anything about the gangsters approaching them with the civilian escort.

‘Didn’t the US say they’d just shoot them if they did that? I heard they have a lot of public authority. I guess not.’

The area where the EMP hit was dark due to the power outage. And the gang and the civilians escorting them were trying to get to the area where the power was not on. People in the area where the power was not on were taking pictures of the area where the power was not on with their cell phones.

‘Is that so?’

Kim Yang nodded and aimed his gun. The anxious gangster’s face came into view through the scope.

Bang! Clang!

The head of the person right next to him exploded, and it was a hit on the tough guy too.

Taang! Clang!

As the two heads disappeared, the other gang members fell flat on their faces.

Yeah, no. It’s no use.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Holes were blasted through the heads and torsos of the gangsters who were lying flat on the ground. Unarmed civilians who were running around threw themselves on top of the prone gangsters.

But that won’t work.

Kim Yang zoomed in on the scope. He could see the gangster’s shoulder, covered by the civilian’s body. With a dull gunshot, the gangster’s arm was torn off.

Then he put a bullet into the other guy’s thigh, and the leg that was shot was torn off.

Hide tight. Did you see my hair?

bang!

The head of the gangster who turned his head to look around was smashed. The woman who had been covering the gangster’s body cried while holding the gangster’s body with half of its head blown off.

[Oh- JESUS···]

[HOLLY···]

Civilians threw themselves at the surviving gang members like soccer players who scored the winning goal, stacking themselves on top of each other. People stacked like sandwiches.

[STOP!!!]

[Enough!!!]

Miss Kim took her finger off the trigger.

Charlie Team tied up the civilians who had built a body barrier and pulled them apart. Suddenly, something exploded. It was a gang suicide. Dozens of civilians were turned into blood clots in the explosion.

[This is Bravo. The gang is in the car. East 5th Street!]

Kim Yang turned his gun and a swaying car came into view.

A car was speeding along. In the driver’s seat, a bloodshot gangster was holding the steering wheel with one hand, holding a gun with the other hand, and firing wildly toward the street.

Boom!

A low, heavy bounce struck Kim Yang’s shoulder.

The bullet that went through the driver’s seat shattered the gangster’s head and pierced the man sitting behind him. The car, now driverless, crashed into a streetlight and began to emit white smoke.

Ting!

The magazine was empty. I had filled it with six magazines, but they were all gone. Kim Yang held the tungsten piercing bullet. She had to put more bullets in the magazine, but the tungsten piercing bullet in her hand felt good. It was thick.

good.

ah-

good-

Kim Yang unconsciously rubbed the tungsten piercing bullet against her cheek. The cold sensation cooled her face, which was flushed with a slight fever. It was cold, strong, and heavy.

Is 12.7mm so sturdy? Why have I been using 7.62mm and such until now? Why do companies make such a fuss about giving me 7.62mm and such?

Up until now, I’ve been living in the Matrix. The company was a bad company. So it was a good thing I came with Baekjeong.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that’s right.

I came with Baekjeong and made money and gold······

gold?

Kim Yang, who was rubbing a tungsten piercing bullet against his cheek, tilted his head.

Gold?

On the contrary, tilt it again.

How do I farm gold if I’m sniping here?

ah?