Rust - Chapter 187



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RUST -187

As the man’s murderous intent turned towards Sim Eun-young, her side began to sway slightly.

It was a deliberate act of hiding someone, even though you could have surprised them with optical cloaking equipment, and a warning that if you attacked the Chairman, you would be attacked too.

“Optical stealth? You can’t do a surprise attack wearing that? Are you an idiot?”

[······.]

Instead of an answer, the rippling space gave off a sharp warning.

“Show me your teeth? Where do you show your teeth? Like a scared dog?”

The man’s murderous intent grew stronger. His actions were so blatant that it seemed like he thought someone like him could stop him. Despite the situation being on the brink of disaster, Sim Eun-young remained calm.

“Ayako.”

As Sim Eun-young spoke, the space that seemed ready to burst out suddenly disappeared. The man licked his lips and stared into the air.

“It’s pretty good, but why are you following the half-penny?”

“······.”

Sim Eun-young laughed silently at the word “half-pun.” Yes. That’s right. It’s always been like that. On this side, she gets ignored as a bitch, and on the other side, she gets trampled as a Japanese. Her eyes flashed dangerously.

“Why? Did I say something wrong?”

“······.”

Sim Eun-young held back once more. Two strikes.

“The provisional disaster government collapsed, so the Japanese government couldn’t have done that. Who gave such an order?”

“What are you going to do with that, you punk? Huh? If the master tells you to hand it over, you hand it over, and if he tells you to open your stomach, you open your stomach and lie down···”

Sim Eun-young said, pressing the red button attached to the inside of the desk.

“Strike out.”

The look in the man’s eyes as he asked, “What?” in response to Sim Eun-young’s soft voice changed and he reached out to grab Sim Eun-young’s nape.

Whirl!

Something transparent fell from the ceiling. At the same time, it rose from the desk. If I had grabbed Sim Eun-young by the neck like this, her arm might fall off.

Bam!

A transparent material blocked Shim Eun-young and Nakasone Heisei.

“What is this? What are you planning to do with something like this? Rebellion? Huh? You want to be properly educated?”

Heisei’s fist struck the transparent barrier with a cracking sound. A cracking sound rang out, but the barrier did not break even though it cracked whitely.

“Oh my. Were you preparing something like this?”

Look at this year. You said it was the chairman’s office, but you prepared something cute like this.

Was there really a reason you were so fearless? Bulletproof glass? New materials? Whatever it was, whatever you were thinking, let me tell you that it was a mistake.

Heisei clenched his fist. With a whooshing sound, his biceps, forearm, and triceps muscles bulged taut.

Tsubang! Bang!

Shupang! Kwajik!

Every time a punch hit the transparent wall, it created a white spiderweb pattern. It was a wall that would crack and break, but would not break through.

“Ah- this- bitch is really tough.”

The fact that the iron fist that can even shatter bulletproof glass can’t break it means that this is even more shitty than bulletproof glass.

It was ominous in many ways that he had prepared for an attack from such close range in the chairman’s office. Is it normal to prepare for firepower greater than a rocket launcher, let alone bullets?

This girl is crazy. Or…

Heisei, who had stopped punching, looked at Sim Eun-young across the cracked wall and spoke.

“Hey- Do you want to die? Take it easy and decide. What are you going to do?”

“Who gave such an order? It would be of no use even if you had the data.”

“Don’t judge people. Make your own decision, you bitch!”

Boom-kwajijijik-

A fist slammed into the barrier. Unlike the cracks on the surface, the fist went deep. Heisei’s face, which had been smiling meaningfully as if it would break if you hit it and fall over if you keep hitting it, was distorted into a vicious grin.

Bushishishishishik!

Smoke was pouring out from all directions. Heisei glared at Sim Eun-young, his mind dizzy and clouded.

“Since the mouth doesn’t speak, let’s ask the brain directly. I wonder who the watchdog’s owner is.”

Sim Eun-young’s voice, her mouth slightly covered with a fan.

This. Dog. Year. This.

Heisei took the medicine out of his bosom and stuck it into his neck. As the clear liquid went in, Heisei’s eyes gradually turned red. Sim Eun-young’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight.

“Crystal?”

Heisei’s once nimble body swelled up by about 30% in an instant. His eyes, red from bursting blood vessels, caught sight of Sim Eun-young. She was walking through a passageway between the bookshelves.

Kwaaaaaaaah! (Where are you going! Where are you going!!)

Leaving the glowing Heisei behind, Sim Eun-young went outside.

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[The traces have disappeared.]

“What? Where?”

[World and Crystal are neutral zones.]

“Use a hired hand to chase after him. At least find out where he went.”

Manager Lee Ki-young was at a loss as to what to report.

The three sides were reinforced with reinforced concrete and special materials. Even the barriers and glass windows were made of new materials. But the bastard escaped through them.

The Busan Hotel, built in preparation for a civil war with Charlotte and a fight with the World, was in fact a giant trap, a bunker. The trapped beast escaped?

Lee Ki-young looked at one side of the chairman’s office, which was in shambles as if a tank had run riot. A hole had been made in the transparent partition wall, and behind it, even the window had fallen out.

‘That’s ridiculous.’

It’s a monster. When I say monster, I think of a memory. There was another monster I knew. The sword-wielding guy. The trap I made in case I had a fight with him got breached like this.

Is this the world where such monsters run wild? I roughly looked at the information that the bodyguard gave me when he returned from Japan, but I couldn’t believe it. Now that I see it in person, the problem is more serious than I thought.

“Clean everything up. Gather the kids.”

World? Crystal? So you’re saying you sent a monster now? If it’s World, you’re ignoring the armistice, but Crystal? These guys were trying to get their hands on it once.

Things were going to get a lot bigger, so I had to report first. Manager Lee Ki-young contacted Sim Eun-young.

“Mr. Chairman, he got away.”

[···That’s unexpected.]

“It was much stronger than I expected.”

[Did you miss the traces?]

“I went to the neutral zone. I think there is a connection with the World or Crystal.”

[Yes, of course. Then send the CCTV footage taken here to both sides.]

The corners of Lee Ki-young’s mouth slightly rose. As expected, it was a thoughtful thought worthy of a chairman with a strong aftertaste.

“All right.”

[And even if it’s not an all-out war, be prepared enough.]

“Yes, I will get the kids ready.”

[I’m going up now. I’ll leave Busan to you, so please take good care of it.]

“Don’t worry and go up comfortably.”

If something happened here, it meant that something could happen above. Unlike Busan, which was a stronghold, Seoul, which had only recently been taken over, needed a center.

“Bake two CCTV footages from the chairman’s office and send them to the World branch and Crystal’s hideout. Don’t send our kids, send them by Quick.”

“I will send it right now.”

What would people think if they saw the CCTV footage?

The escaped beast cub was a Japanese. Even if there was a backroom deal between Worldgun and Crystal, what would they think after seeing the CCTV footage? Would they think that they should treat him well and hide him as per the deal, or would they go to Charlotte and make up excuses that he went missing and eat him?

I saw it running wild like a biological weapon, but a wounded beast is coming at me on its own? Should I just leave it alone? Either way, there was nothing to lose. If only I could find out where it went.

“There are not one, but two monsters. That means there are three.”

Shit. Lee Ki-young scratched his head with his gloved hand. He threw a fist.

Bam!

There’s a small crack in the broken barrier. It fucking hurts.

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Snow country.

The word clean, white snow comes to mind. The city spread out at the end of the gray mountain slopes, filled with silence, as that pure white word appeared.

The old man nodded as he watched hot steam rise from the kettle on the small oil stove.

“Indeed. They’re Americans.”

Who else but the Americans would think of suppressing communication failures with quantity? With so many multipurpose repeaters in the air, China has made it impossible to send additional troops.

“What are the Chinese going to do? Are they going to go back to their home country since there is no more support?”

“I don’t think so.”

People with supernatural abilities are emerging here, so there’s no way I’m going to give up.

Above all, Director Yoo. If I could find the traces of youth that disappeared with that girl, if I could pick the forbidden fruit again. There were plenty of people who would do anything, whether it was World War III or nuclear war.

“Youth… is a gift. A gift you don’t even know you’ve received.”

People in their 40s miss their 30s. If only they were 10 years younger, if only they were 10 years younger. But they live as if they don’t know that those 40s will soon be 50s and 60s. Because they were like that too.

Old man. Shinta Kadama looked at his hands.

There are spots here and there on his face. His hands are wrinkled. When did that start?

My fingers started to wrinkle and I started to feel a dull pain in my finger joints.

When I tried to remove the bones from the fish, I suddenly realized that it wasn’t the same as before. I had lived my whole life with a sword, so I thought I would die holding a sword. But time was enough to take away even that hope.

I didn’t know I would never be able to lift the sword. I didn’t know I would forget the sword. I didn’t want to meet that fate, shrunken in a corner like an old and worn-out bundle.

I wanted to die like a cherry blossom, and my final moments like fireworks. I wish I could get revenge before I lose my strength.

My childhood came to mind.

The memory of when the firebombs rained down from the sky. The memory of Tokyo burning down was so strong. The corpses lying on the streets. Deaths.

Life was like a worm. The young boy was simply afraid of the fleeting death that would kill him if he were sprayed with pesticide.

Whether the fierce work bore fruit or the prayers reached the heavens, war broke out on the peninsula. Japan was reborn. It was resurrected from the ruins. It was reborn.

Tokyo was rebuilt, and each night it grew more colorful and brighter.

Although they lost the war, the confidence that they could soon defeat the US in economic terms swept through the entire archipelago. There was even talk that if you sold the land in Tokyo, you could buy the US. They were resurrected. They were resurrected.

Until those dirty Americans trample on us again.

Kadama Shinta was furious. He threw away his youth to rebuild and revive his family. He spent his middle age in the darkness of his family, drinking blood.

Those who sharpen their swords of revenge gathered and gathered. Down with the devilish British and American enemies.

They started the plan by joining hands with their old ally, China, and now that China has become the world’s most powerful nuclear power, they plan to put the plan into action.

But things went wrong. Five years from now. The plan was supposed to be implemented five years later, but China started it first.

He later sought understanding, saying it was to resolve internal issues within the Chinese military, but that was tantamount to a betrayal.

The research is not yet complete. It will take at least 2-3 more years. Then a major earthquake struck Japan. Everything was thrown into disarray.

Revenge was just a bubble. When I was about to commit seppuku, rather than wait for death while my mind was wandering and shitting on the wall, God gave me another miracle.

Old man Shinta Kadama clenched his wrinkled hands.

Although he was old, his physical abilities began to return.

Although not as strong as in his prime, he was getting stronger.

There were times when my memories were hazy, but it was still okay. For now.

So, before it was too late, I had to find my youth.

If I couldn’t find my youth, I had to complete my revenge.

If that was difficult, then I had to lay the foundation for revenge. What death could be more valuable than that?

“The fire in the ashes dies down, and the sound of boiling tears.”

“At midnight, a worm burrows under the moonlight.”

Kadama Shinta softly recited the verse that came to his mind.

Revenge.

Death.

The old man had forgotten that there was anyone next to him until a moment ago.

That there are still people waiting for the old man’s answer.

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Busan Port

Starting from the waters near Daema Island, antennas started appearing one by one, and when we arrived in Busan, the antennas were completely full. I never thought I would be so happy to see an antenna appearing on my cell phone.

“It’s possible.”

“?”

“I can use my cell phone.”

‘Isn’t that obvious?’

Kim Yang looked at Maru as if to say, ‘What are you talking about?’ Maru avoided her gaze and immediately called Gi-sun.

[···The phone is off···]

“Hey kid. What the hell happened?”

“Not receiving it?”

“Yeah. It’s not like there’s a time difference, but now the phone is completely turned off.”

“??”

‘Hey kid, really.’ Maru, who was typing randomly while grumbling, stopped.

There was no need to see World anymore. That’s why I changed my Japanese identity to American identity and started doing all that crap. Ki-soon was the same. She had a new identity and was not a ruined Japanese citizen, but an American citizen.

When I was in the US, I had a signal. That’s because I didn’t receive it. But when I came to Korea, the first call I made was, “Is your phone turned off?” If your phone is turned off, it means it’s hard to track your location.

Did you know that it would track your location and turn it off?

No. Do you know that I came to Korea in the first place?

Kisoon?

Or who?

I looked around. Among the CCTVs installed everywhere, one was looking in the direction where Maru and Ms. Kim were.

Maru pressed the number.

The ringtone continued for a moment, and then a voice modulator answered the phone.

[···Samantha. I got a call to sort that out-]

“I’m in Busan, Korea. Can you check this out from there?”