Rust - Chapter 156



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RUST -156

The combination of floor, darkness, and stealth robes was a disaster.

Each time you hold it and move it, it moves 10 meters, and the blade is a pitch-black matte black. The blade swinging in the darkness leaves no trace.

So they were cut down without even knowing how or what they were going to die from. On this side, one person who was aiming his gun at the air was cut down, and a little later, on the other side, another person who was running away was cut down.

Those who turned to dust at the thoughtless swing of the scythe of the Grim Reaper. The gangsters who saw their comrades who had been standing there fine suddenly being torn to pieces felt like going crazy.

“Eww, wow, it’s the devil!”

“JESUS···”

“In heaven… forgive us our sins….”

“Shut up! Shut up!”

At the sight of the limbs and head falling apart like assembly blocks, one crazy man aimed a gun at his own head and pulled the trigger.

The guy who had the brain and blood of the guy who committed suicide splashed into his eyes closed and kept shooting, even shooting at his own teammates.

“Fuck. Don’t shoot!”

“Die! Dieeeeeeeee!”

“You crazy bastard! Stop!”

“asleep!!!”

In the end, he was shot and killed by another guy.

“We’re going to die! We’re all going to die!”

“Please save me. Please save me.”

Kkaaaak!

The PD, who had passed out while writhing in pain, came to his senses with a long, tearing scream. He had no feeling in his limbs. No, he had feeling, but it was strange. It felt like his hands and feet weren’t his own limbs. It felt like a lump of flesh was stuck to him. His fingers were stuck, and he couldn’t move them.

Blurry vision. One side of my face was also burned, and one eye was damaged by the heat. I struggled with my shriveled hands and feet to get up, only to find myself surrounded by a sea of ​​blood.

Among the 20 or so corpses lying on the floor, none had intact limbs. Most of them were cut off whole. There were corpses strewn here and there, with their heads cut off or their torsos cut off.

Some people were huddled together in a circle, back to back. Others were running in opposite directions, right and left.

The PD cursed the gangsters who were struggling to live an ugly life.

Die!

You bastards… you gangsters… die! die! God, kill them!

PD prayed with a croaking sound. And as soon as he finished praying, one of the two people who were running to the right was torn in half. The lower body moved a few steps due to the inertia of running, and the upper body fell backwards before that.

The guy who was running away next to him was about to scream when his head disappeared. He literally disappeared. How? The PD’s lips, who had prayed for the gangsters to be killed, trembled.

Is this possible? No way… Did the gang feed me something crazy? Am I crazy? Is this all a dream? Yes, this is a terrible nightmare. It can’t be true. In this day and age, they burn people alive.

Hehehehehe

The PD laughed softly. Thick drool flowed down his face as he laughed.

This isn’t real. Is it really true that there are dismembered bodies lying all over the place? Is it true that a person running suddenly gets chopped into pieces and then their head disappears?

Khuhhhhhh

The sight that caught the PD’s eye as he chuckled. He saw the guys running away to the left being cut into pretty pieces in length and width.

Hehehehehe

The PD who had been laughing strangely closed his eyes. When he was sleeping, he would close his eyes and open them again, and he would be on the bed. The PD’s vision gradually became blurry.

“Shoot! Left!”

“Shoot in that direction!”

As the three people running away on the left split up in an instant, the guys who were huddled together in a circle shot in that direction. This was a method of attacking surfaces, not points or lines.

The sound of gunshots rang out loud.

Clank- clank

-tick- tick- creek-

The magazine was emptied in an instant. I had poured out so many bullets, but there was nothing on the left side, as if I had scattered them into the air. It was as if everything that had happened was an illusion.

Ugh- Ugh-

Someone sobbed.

“What bad luck. Shut up.”

Some people tried to reload the magazine. Some people looked around while unable to properly load the magazine because their hands were shaking.

One of them stuck an ampoule into his neck. His eyes turned bloodshot in an instant with a popping sound. The guy was trembling all over, probably because he had pushed in the maximum amount all at once, and he screamed.

“Come out!!! Come out!!! You cowardly little shit!!!”

The tone of voice that had been shouting like an excited person gradually changed from language to the howling of an animal.

Krrrrrr kuaaaaaaaaaah! (Come out! Where are you?)

The gang, with their senses heightened, could feel it. They could feel it just before they lost their senses. There was a rippling space, and something was moving and hiding within it.

Kwaaaaah! (There it is!)

Kujik-

A guy who runs wild towards the rippling space.

Red, bloodshot eyes scanned the empty space.

Looking at the shaking of space,

At the end of the ripples, something was captured poking out.

My increasingly clouded sense of reason warned me as if it were my last.

‘Must be avoided.’

I twisted my body slightly to avoid the protruding object. If I were to slam my body into it like this, the object hidden behind the swaying motion would turn into flat bacon.

Woooooooooo! (I’m dying!)

Boo- The body that charged like a wild boar split the air. In an instant, a tingling sensation rose up the back of my neck.

Huh?

That wasn’t the point. The pain of a mosquito bite wasn’t the point. Why was there nothing? There was definitely something moving here.

Bloodshot, red eyes scanned the surroundings. But what was that?

I saw a corpse standing there, a headless corpse. I saw the sky, I saw the ground, I saw a corpse. It felt like the world was spinning.

(Coward! Dirty bastard!)

My voice was not coming out. My vision was somehow darkening.

“······.”

“······.”

As the noisy guy became quiet, only the crackling sound of the campfire shook the dark space.

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Tadadadadak

A brisk sound. The sound of keystrokes filling the room.

“Samantha, can you do it? We can do it. We’re going to a really nice house. We’re going to Valhalla! What he said. Did you hear that? Did you hear that? He said give us an estimate! He said write down what we want! We can do it.”

Simple communication disruption was not easy, but hacking into a communications network and stealing information was several times more difficult.

The key is to intercept communication data without leaving a trace. If you get caught, the problem becomes serious.

‘If I get caught, I’ll be taken back. I’m a threat to national security…’

Hood paused for a moment before moving his fingers again.

He was preparing for something. It was clear from the sidelines. Was it the end? A transformation? A shift in the axis? I could understand a little why he chose Detroit.

The city was rusting.

A historically famous building has been reduced to a simple parking lot. The water pipes have been replaced late, so if you want to use water, you have to turn it on first to let the rusty water run off. Problems with old gas pipes are a monthly event that you would regret not seeing.

The roads were left as they were, with clear splits and broken sections, and the power lines and telephone poles were tangled up in a tangle of their own accord.

New technologies and new communication networks were piled on top of that rusting city. Naturally, there were bound to be some awkward spots here and there.

A city where the old can’t be completely wiped out, and where everything can’t be replaced with new ones, but where they are mixed. A city where the latest machines and machines that should have been discarded long ago run together. That’s why it was a city with a lot of room to dig.

Just like now.

widely!

As Hood pressed the Enter key as if he was pressing the fire button, the monitor screen changed. He had succeeded in intercepting the Newtube channel that the gang had opened.

Hood, who had started to skip the video that was supposed to go to Newtube, turned his gaze to the monitor.

“······”

Flames rising from drums. It was a peaceful night scene with drum fires and bonfires lit on the ground scattered here and there.

If only all that could be seen between the blazing flames were not the mutilated corpses.

Against such a heterogeneous backdrop, the PD, whose fingers were mangled by burns, was muttering while drooling. ‘···Everyone die! Die!’, ‘···God, kill them···.’ Although his words were blurred and interrupted at times, they were a mad prayer for the gangsters to be killed.

As if in response to a prayer, a scene was captured on camera. A space without anything. A gang running towards a dark place was separated into upper and lower parts.

“!”

Hood felt as if he had been electrocuted. He felt suffocated. He felt like crying.

His breathing became rapid. A lukewarm heat rose from his tailbone up his spine, until it felt like it was burning when it reached his cervical spine. Sweat formed beads on his face.

In order to get a closer look at the dismantling scene that followed, Hood hacked all the nearby cell phones. There were over 30 gang members, but only one person filmed the situation.

The image playing on the monitor. Is it condemnation? Massacre? Hell? Art? Hood’s whole body was trembling without him knowing it.

Phew- A hot sigh was exhaled from deep within.

Phew- I heard two people exhaling at the same time right next to me.

“?”

“?”

As Hood turned his head, he saw Kim Yang’s head turned towards him. As if their eyes had met by chance, the two quickly turned their heads back to the monitor.

‘When did you come?’

‘Since when have you seen it?’

‘You came without making a sound.’

‘Watching it alone without making a sound.’

Hood and Kim Yang were giving each other points. They were giving each other points, but the important thing now was Maru.

‘Please… give our Samantha a supercomputer…’

If he were to get shot, injured, or killed, the supercomputer would disappear. To prevent such a disaster from happening, Hood clasped his hands together.

Kim Yang believed. Baekjeong could not have died. Baekjeong, who sensed gunfire like a ghost, could not have been shot by the cripples…

But the Stealth Robe! Our good optical stealth robe was weak. What if it got grazed by a bullet and got hit and then broke? That’s all there is to it.

‘Please. Slowly. That’s the only item left.’

The two people’s wishes moved the universe, and the situation was resolved in an instant.

By the light of a burning drum fire, the gang, back to back and with no blind spots, slowly moved towards the car.

A cold wind passed by, brushing past the sound of crackling firewood. My lungs, breathing in clean air without fine dust, created white breath.

“Slowly. Little by little.”

“Don’t shoot. If you’re not sure, don’t shoot.”

“Did you change the magazine? Check the bullets.”

Gangs that encouraged each other. The gangs that were united in front of the single proposition of survival were desperate.

“Fuck. Fuck. Watch your step. Don’t slip.”

“There was some movement over there. I think that kid is still alive?”

A gang separated into upper and lower parts was waving their hands. The upper body looked fine, as if the lower part of the pelvis had been cut off, but if the bleeding could not be stopped immediately, it would be death.

“S-save-me···”

“Shut up. Shut up.”

“Come here··· please···”

“Shut up. Damn it.”

“Please shut up. He’s coming.”

With each gasp of breath, ragged with fear, hot breath blew out and dispersed.

The moment when my eyes were drawn to the person waving his hand for help, split into upper and lower body. When I turned my head for a moment. A cry to shut up was directed at the cold winter sky…

Buka—–

It started with the gang discovering the first survivor.

The gang felt a chill in their right forearms, where they had been holding guns.

I pulled the trigger reflexively at that strange sensation, but my fingers wouldn’t listen. Why?

??

He lowered his head and saw his right arm on the floor. His right hand was uselessly holding the gun. His side felt hot, and something passed through his spine.

Before I could even realize what had happened, my left arm also fell to the floor.

!!!

There was no time to feel pain. There was no time to say anything.

It was a terrible thing to see myself being separated from the top and bottom without even being able to scream.

—-Kakakaka—-

The blade, which had not slowed down at all, was now slicing through two people at the same time. The blade that cut through one person cut through two, and the blade that cut through two people passed through four.

—-Kakakaka—-

A black line that runs from right to left.

A black line was drawn across the waists of the gangsters, who were back to back, as if a rope had been snapped at once.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Pieces of limb falling to the floor one by one.

Severed torsos collapsing forward and sideways.

—–Kakakakaka

A cutting sound followed.

Hurrruk!

The logs in the drum bonfire snapped and sparks burst out.

In the quiet night sky where no one was present, the stars were shining as if nothing had happened.

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Deep darkness.

Death moved beside the blazing flame.

Gangs being cut down. Blood pooling on the floor.

The earth, heated by the freshly sprinkled hot blood, roared.

The once solid ground had now turned into a puddle of blood.

A pool of blood with torn limbs and heads floating around.

Gradually being sucked into it.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! Save me- Save me-”

The PD shouted, breathing heavily.

The nurse patted the PD’s chest and spoke in a reassuring voice.

“it’s okay.”

“······”

“It’s okay now.”

“······”

“Look at me. It’s safe here.”

“······”

“Calm down. Take a deep breath.”

The PD took a shaky breath and exhaled.

Hah- Hah-

A dull pain was running down my arms and legs, perhaps because of the painkillers.

Where am I? Is this a dream? A dream? A dream?

PD raised his arm. Crunch. His arm was tied to the bed.

Rattling. Both sides.

“What is this?”

“It’s fixed so that the patient cannot touch it.”

“S. Surgery?”

“Yes. The surgery went well, but they did it wrong, so they fixed it in place to prevent it from becoming infected, so don’t worry.”

Surgery? Why? Hospital? Me?

The PD was momentarily confused. Then, a man’s voice cut through the gap in the confusion.

“This is the police. I know it must be difficult, but I would like to ask you something.”

“This patient just woke up. He still needs to rest.”

The detective, who lightly ignored the nurse’s words, looked at the PD and said.

“What on earth happened there?”

Tick ​​- A scene photo thrown in front of PD’s eyes.

As soon as I saw it, memories began to come back to me.

‘Contract.’ ‘Burger Queen’s hero.’ ‘Hotel.’ And the memory of being caught by the gang and having my arms and legs burned.

“Eww! No!!!”

“God. God.”

“God? What do you mean?”

Something in the deep darkness tore the gang apart.

“What do you mean? What was there? Who was there?”

The detective’s words sounded like a small echo.

The abyss answered the prayer.

You answered my prayers as I was dying like a worm!

God!

You have given me my revenge.

He cut up all those fucking gangsters.

okay.

God said.

iced coffee-

The PD started to shed tears with a slightly off expression.

The nurse took the detective out and injected him with a tranquilizer and sleeping pills.

“Oh my god—”

After mumbling his last words, the PD fell into a deep sleep.