Rust - Chapter 232



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RUST -232

The pupil of the man who stabbed Gisun shook.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had put a thin book or magazine in my stomach. It felt strange in my hand even though there was nothing there.

I clearly stabbed him in the left side, but the knife didn’t go in. It felt like leather, not skin. And the blade slid against something inside the leather.

‘What the…? The sashimi is slippery?’

Without missing that brief moment, Ki-sun twisted the arm of the man who was cutting the sashimi. Before the man with the twisted arm could even scream, Ki-sun reached out to the floor and grabbed the wire.

Thump – The end of the pulled wire made a popping sound and white smoke poured out of the living room battlefield.

Push tasting

Tear gas quickly filled the living room.

“Gas! Gas!”

“Catch that!”

“Shoot! Knock knock!”

“What are you doing? Shoot!”

The people waiting outside were unable to get through the tear gas and stopped. Gi-sun took advantage of the gap to go into the bedroom and close the door.

Boom! Boom!

“Open the door, you piece of shit!”

“Knock knock knock – just break the door down!”

“Gas mask! Where’s the oxygen mask?”

“Break the window. Break the window!”

“Turn on the fan or the air conditioner!”

“Open the window!”

“Break down the door!”

Aaaah-

In an instant, it became a mess. Where did they put up tear gas canisters? It wasn’t just one or two, the whole house turned into a raccoon’s den.

The staff who had broken the doorknob of the living room entered with tears and snot running down their noses. They would break the clubs on their legs. What awaited the poisonous people was an empty room.

“Knock knock knock – Where did this kid go?”

“Turn everything over! Find it.”

Underneath the bed, there was a door leading down to the basement.

“Here it is.”

“Get down quickly!”

Squeeze

Pfft!

As soon as the door opened, a tear gas canister exploded. A horrible, horrifying powder was scattered everywhere.

“Fucking dog!”

“Ahhhh- eyes- eyes-”

Ki-sun headed down the alley, leaving behind the acrid smoke rising from the house. Ki-sun went down the escape route she had prepared in advance and disappeared into the bushes, entering the low hill.

Staff brought dogs to give chase, but the dogs suffered as they were unable to smell anything because of the tear gas and powder exploded everywhere.

“I’m sorry, Chairman. I missed it.”

[···There’s nothing we can do. Ask for cooperation from World PMC CEO Cho.]

“Yes, I will do that.”

[You just need to avoid instant death. Even if your limbs fall off, just bring them back. Tell the World staff to do the same. Just catch them.]

“Yes, I understand.”

[Then, thank you for your hard work.]

The security chief felt goosebumps at the Chairman Na’s calm voice. The young lady herself didn’t seem to know it, but after becoming the Chairman, his characteristic indifference seemed to have worsened.

I looked around the neighborhood that was in chaos. I couldn’t find where they ran off to. There were no CCTVs in the neighborhood. It was an ant alley where cars couldn’t enter, so tracking them using a car black box was impossible.

How much trouble did they have to go through to find the guy who escaped from headquarters? He boldly changed his neat, model-student hairstyle into dreadlocks, and even wore sunglasses and a corona mask. It was hard to find traces of him because he had changed so drastically.

I waited for over a month after setting up a trap with great difficulty, but I missed my chance. The guys who shot the tranquilizer gun were all deducted from their salaries. How could I not hit a single target?

“Manager, please take a look at this.”

“Did you find any traces?”

“No, I just find this a bit strange.”

“Why is it like this?”

What the staff brought was an anesthetic bullet.

An anesthetic bullet with a broken needle. Did it hit a button by bad luck?

“Your hand?”

The employee spread out his other hand.

“crazy.”

Because there were three more anesthetic bullets with broken needles.

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Japanese forward base.

Agent John Smith, papers in hand, double-checked with Ensign Roy Stern.

“Here. Are you sure about what’s written in this document?”

“I am sure.”

There was no doubt in Ensign Roy Stern’s voice. John Smith said, setting the papers down on the table.

“What is the basis?”

“Isn’t it written there? I worked with World PMC’s Jewish director in the Iraq War. At that time, the Jewish director had a very deep scar on his face. It was a scar that would be difficult to erase with plastic surgery.”

A scar that cut diagonally across her face, a scar that wiggled like a snake when she frowned. And the woman who looked like the Jewish Isa I saw last time didn’t have that scar on her face. That’s why I thought she was my daughter.

“Even if it gets harder?”

“No. Damn it. Whether you look younger or younger, just slapping botox on your face isn’t going to make your scars go away, right? The woman I saw didn’t have any scars. How many times do I have to tell you this?”

It was complicated by Roy Stern’s report. Agent John Smith furrowed his brow. Beneath the three long lines of wrinkles, his eyes were bloodshot.

The keyword ‘rejuvenation’ was strictly controlled information known only to the upper echelons, as there was a risk that even the wrong people would show interest.

One of the reasons the Chinese held out in Japan and replaced their soldiers was because of rejuvenation. China could not give up the clue to rejuvenation, and neither could the United States.

The reason they held out in hellish Japan while sending thousands of troops was simple: rejuvenation was a wish of the upper echelons, and it was an issue directly related to the future of humanity.

If you maintain or recover after being ‘rejuvenated’, isn’t that the path to eternal youth and ‘eternal life’?

Neither the United States nor China could abandon Japan. It was a land where new powers and mutants continued to emerge. It was a land where mutants emerged.

The idea that a land where new mutations might occur meant that rejuvenation or similar abilities might appear at any time. How could I throw it away? I couldn’t lose it.

John Smith pushed the photograph on the table toward Ensign Roy Stern.

“Let me ask you one last time. Ensign Roy Stern, are you certain that this woman is not a Jewish director?”

Roy Stern, whose face changed from one of madness to one of disgust, finally groaned.

“If you change to this extent, isn’t it a ‘transformation’? Ah- Don’t the Virginia agents know? It’s a term from oriental fantasy. Have you ever heard of a term that describes a person completely changing, becoming younger, more handsome, and things like that? If this woman were a Jew herself, she would have been transformed.”

There are no scars on her face, and even if you look at the enlarged photo, there are no blemishes or spots on her boiled egg skin. Is it possible to maintain skin like that in Japan these days?

In the first place, it was questionable whether the woman in the photo was a real person, Lt. Roy Stern. So this photo is a composite and CG. Could it be some kind of bait for operations in Virginia?

This was especially true for Roy Stern, who had never been on good terms with this side. Just thinking about Roger Longnyeon, they were unbelievable. These bastards must have known that Roger Long was connected to China.

Why did they let Rose Lung run wild even though they knew about it? They must have used Rose Lung to weave more things together like sweet potato vines to fill up their achievements. All the kids that Rose Lung worked on and got away with were just kids without patriotism.

‘Fuck.’

John Smith nodded at Ensign Roy Stern’s sarcasm.

“Okay, thanks for your feedback.”

Ensign Roy Stern muttered a small ‘Fuc-‘ and came out.

I didn’t like the fact that they first ordered us to capture Yuisa. It was an order to capture or kill her. Maybe they gave that order because those bastards were acting up.

I felt dirty.

They say that flowers bloom when spring comes, but even though it was past mid-March, Japan was a complete mess.

As the snow that had piled up over 5 meters melted, the area became a mess. Some places turned into canyons as the melted snow water flowed through the broken roads, and buildings and houses that were barely holding on because they were frozen collapsed.

Japan was a place where it was dangerous to even walk, considering the sudden increase in water volume that swept away the ground and created sinkholes here and there.

Even in an extremely harsh environment where volcanic ash and smoke are still billowing, your lungs can be damaged in an instant without a gas mask or oxygen mask.

“Just throw it all away.”

Why on earth aren’t they withdrawing? Is this some kind of Afghanistan? They withdrew from Afghanistan, right? They withdrew from Iraq, too. But what are they doing, like putting honey on Japan?

“······.”

‘Is there really such a thing as a complete transformation or rejuvenation?’

Roy Stern shook his head. It was a useless thought.

“Sir, there are Chinese people gathering in District 13.”

“also?”

“Yes. This time the numbers seem to be quite good.”

“What hard-working kids. What really disgusting kids.”

As Roy Stern walked to board his armored vehicle, which had been painted white but had been digitally stained, something strange caught his eye.

“What is this?”

“That thing? It’s been scattered here and there for a few days now. Maybe someone brought it in after it was stuck outside.”

Roy Stern picked up the printed matter that had fallen to the floor. It said, “The gun is here,” and had a nice-looking Colt Python stamped on it. It was probably John Smith’s doing. He was the one who had recovered the gun, which was said to be Director Yoo’s heirloom.

“This is fucking crazy.”

What kind of crazy thing is this? Playing with the relics? That was just bad luck.

Agent John Smith looked back at the report Roy Stern had written. The photo of the woman taken by the armored tactical camera. She certainly looked like a different person, with no scars.

But the agent’s sharp eyes noticed more similarities than differences. Above all, there was a video file that had not been shown to Roy Stern. A video that had been acquired a few days ago.

[Bring me my gun.]

[Or I’ll go.]

The face of a woman who appears to be in her mid to late teens.

Perhaps because she was Asian, she looked younger. Her face was so young that it felt uncomfortable, but what John Smith saw was not a face, but a woman’s eyes.

Indifferent. Indifferent eyes. Can the eyes of a teenage girl be like that?

The eyes of the people I met in places overflowing with death, such as Afghanistan, Iraq, and Africa, were not like that. Their eyes were those of prey, of resignation to the reality of frequent death, and the eyes of the young woman in the video were those of a predator, of a murderer. Eyes that were searching for death.

The difference between the two was absolute, and John Smith could tell the difference.

They said that the number of missing people while on missions was increasing rapidly, and it seemed like this woman was the cause.

Swish- The sound of a turbo lighter. The cigarette burned red. Whoosh- John Smith took a puff and glared at the woman in the video.

I don’t know what kind of confidence it is, but killing a United States soldier and exposing his face… It didn’t matter if it was Director Yu himself or his blood relatives.

If it were me, it would be better if it was more than just rejuvenation, but a complete transformation? If it were my blood relatives, it would be better if I had a test subject with a high probability of rejuvenation.

John Smith placed the box on the table beside him.

Click- The box opened with a click, revealing a dark blue revolver resting on a red carpet. The corners of John Smith’s mouth went up.

You want this?

Okay, take it.

Because the gun is here with me.

Go ahead and ask, Bitch.

You’ve been keeping me waiting for too long. I even advertised that it was here.

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There were more instances of clashes between Chinese and American troops in Japan than you might think.

Most of the time, the encounters occurred accidentally when a reconnaissance party encountered an enemy reconnaissance party while conducting a reconnaissance, but there were also instances of gunfire when fighting over Japanese survivors or encountering them while securing data from a research institute or corporate headquarters.

The Americans had armored personnel carriers, while the Chinese had special forces equipped with concealed equipment. The Americans had the advantage in sustained firepower, while the Chinese had the advantage in manpower and burst firepower.

In terms of information, the Chinese military, which actively utilized short-range communication terminals, had the advantage, but as the US military installed repeaters to simultaneously solve communication and detection, the tide gradually began to turn in favor of the US military.

In order to turn the tide of battle, which was slowly starting to fade, the Chinese army chose to strike with a powerful blow. It was to destroy the US military’s forward base.

It would have been an impossible operation in a normal battlefield, but this was Japan, a place in shambles from volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and tsunamis. It was a hellish place where satellites were useless, there was no air support, and communications and radar were down.

“We will lure the main force of the American lynxes to Area 13, and while they are away, we will attack their forward base.”

“There are no prisoners.”

“Our goal is to destroy the forward base and liberate the capable individuals being held captive by the Americans.”

Since we threw out the bait in District 13, all we had to do was wait for the Americans to get hooked.

[Chijijik – 6 enemy tanks heading to Sector 13 – Beep]

[From – beep- beep-]

The communication was already a mess, but today was especially worse. I was waiting for a day like this, but it was worse than I expected.

“Six of their armored vehicles have moved to Sector 13. Two units remain to defend the forward base.”

It was enough to fire three anti-tank missiles at a time. Since the battle was taking place in Sector 13, all I had to do was wait for their additional reinforcements to drop out.

“The visibility is too bad.”

“The enemy is the same.”

The unit commander checked the time on his wristwatch and activated the stealth equipment, and the operation began.

with a splash-

The melted snow created ripples in the mud.

The ripples approaching the US military’s forward base gathered in one place.

[It’s strange.]

[There are no guards.]

[The other side is also quiet.]

‘There are no sentries?’

The deputy commander, after a moment to collect his thoughts, sent a signal.

[approach.]

A cold silence hung over the forward base of the US military.