Rust - Chapter 233



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RUST [RUST]-233

John Smith suddenly felt calm.

Outside, as usual, it was dull gray. Thick fog-like ash and smoke obscured the view. The ash and smoke absorbed moisture, giving a damp, fog-like feeling.

When the air purifier in the barracks makes a hard noise, the soldier on duty changes the filter as usual. Nothing has changed.

Could it be because the sound was being absorbed into the space that was as hazy as fog? Only the occasional low, soft sound of mud could be heard.

“Really. I feel dirty.”

John Smith, who usually holds back his emotions when there are people around, spoke out loud. The soldier who was changing the air filter flinched. John Smith snickered at the sight of him looking back.

The soldier on duty, wondering what he thought of that smile, quickly changed his filter and went outside. The sound of walking on the mud disappeared at some point. Silence descended again.

John Smith opened the document titled Infantry Tactical Equipment Selection and began to take notes. The first word he wrote was price. The next words were cost-effectiveness and production speed.

I had no idea what the DHS guys were thinking when they pushed for something like that. Who doesn’t know that armored exosuits are good? What they needed now was a sufficient quantity. An overwhelming quantity, at that.

If you were to wear simple composite armor instead of graphene composite armor, you wouldn’t be able to stop even a 7.62mm bullet. You could barely stop a 9mm pistol bullet or a .38 caliber bullet. With that level of bulletproof ability, it would be much more economical to wear a bulletproof suit and equip a power loader-type exosuit.

For powerful defense, it is equipped with graphene composite armor, and the battery that runs the ultra-high-performance motor alone exceeds the price of the armored vehicle and is close to the price of the latest tank.

Are you crazy enough to pay the price of a tank for infantry personal tactical equipment? Of course, if you were going to produce them in small quantities for special forces, that would be fine, but it seems impossible to mass produce them for infantry use.

For military supply, the powerloader-type exosuit being pushed by Virginia was more realistic. Lightweight, with moderate power and versatility.

It can freely move objects weighing about 320 kg and has an average marching speed of over 8 km. Considering the explosive power that can reach 16 km in an instant, it was sufficient as infantry tactical equipment.

‘Capable of carrying up to 700 pounds, and able to operate for long periods of time at an average speed of 5 miles per hour. That’s enough. Anything more is overspec.’

It was the exosuit that the agents escorting John Smith were equipped with. It was also doing its job well on the Japanese scene.

The company that the Department of Homeland Security was promoting was doing quite well, but this company had much more actual data. Since it was cheap, they made a lot of it and distributed it a lot, so naturally there was a difference in the quantity and quality of the data.

Kujik-

John Smith looked up at the sound of something breaking.

‘Was I too sensitive?’

There was only damp silence. Outside, it was a hazy gray. The smoke was so thick that you couldn’t see the ground. Whoever that bitch was, if she just took care of this, she could get out of this damned island.

Hoo- The cigarette turned to ash with a red glow. As if the flickering light was a signal, a dull gunshot rang out.

Tudadadak-

The sound of gunfire was muffled. It was impossible to tell where the fighting was coming from, perhaps because of the silencer. Crackle- Two agents in exosuits entered the barracks.

“It’s an attack!”

“You have to avoid it immediately.”

“attack?”

Just as John Smith was about to ask something, a hole was punctured in the neck of one of the Tuan agents. Kii- He was standing upright, not falling down because of his exosuit.

Wheeeeeeing-

Tudadadadadak

The agent next to him suddenly turned around and started swiping with his minigun. The thick smoke made it difficult to see. He swung his gun around regardless of whether there were any friendly forces in his line of fire.

OMG-

The red-hot minigun slowly stopped spinning. He stood on the floor, rummaging through the pile of bullet casings, replacing the magazine of the dead agent’s exosuit.

“Get ready quickly.”

The agent’s voice was urgent. John Smith was already moving. The material to be destroyed was thrown into the stove in an instant.

Hwaruruk-

Kwajik-

Ignoring the sounds of burning and crashing, John Smith pressed the switch next to the laptop.

[Destruction of all data begins.]

Yellow numbers began to change on the black background. 10. 9. 8··· His hands, holding the USB and external hard drive, reached for the wooden case on the floor.

“Hands off.”

A beautiful voice. So clear and crisp. It was a voice that did not fit in this muddy environment. John Smith slowly turned his head toward the voice.

The exosuit’s helmet was cracked and creaked, and blood was seeping out. The white, delicate hand that had struck the rifle into the helmet slowly let go of the rifle it was holding.

Yes, it was a hand. A hand that seemed to float in the air, with no visible body. John Smith’s face crumpled. If it was a young woman’s voice, it was her. But the stealth equipment?

“Is it Chinese? Is it attached to China?”

“Put your hands up.”

“The Chinese are the same. The Chinese also rejuvenate themselves…”

Tuang-

A 12.7mm special bullet struck my outstretched right arm. The impact hit my joint accurately and my forearm exploded and fell off.

Thump-

His left wrist burst and the USB and external hard drive he was holding fell to the floor. Blood flowed out from his torn forearm and wrist. John Smith cursed his own sanity for not being able to faint.

“······.”

The space opened up as if it was rippling, revealing a woman’s face. What she was lightly holding in one hand was a Rsh-12 revolver weighing over 2kg.

“So. I ask. How far?”

A pure face that seemed to know nothing. A monster with a pure appearance was looking at John Smith. It was not looking at a person, but rather at a piece of meat that was already dead.

This was a monster. It didn’t matter whether this was Director Yoo or not. This was a monster, and if this monster went to America in this complicated situation? It would be the worst terrorist attack in history.

In just a few seconds, just seeing the woman’s face, John Smith felt as if all the blood had been sucked out of his body, as if he had been bitten by a vampire.

Cold sweat dripping down. I felt the beads of sweat hanging on my eyelids and falling slowly. What should I do? How can I stop this monster?

In that brief moment, the only thing that came to mind was a blade. Another monster with a blade. The guy who went into the Department of Homeland Security. The guy who refused the request to come to Japan. What about that guy?

“Khuhhhhhh- Detroit- Detroit.”

“Detroit?”

John Smith’s pupils slowly dilated as he laughed and touched his molars with his tongue to draw out the venom, then bit down on the venom at the end of the word Detroit.

Slug- A careless hand put a 12.7mm bullet into the head of John Smith, who had fallen backwards.

Toukang-

Ignoring her shattered head, the woman sat leisurely on the desk, crossing her legs.

“Detroit?”

That damned backward neighborhood? If you want to go, you have to go to New York or LA. The West is like the home of gunslingers. Sweep it all from top to bottom, and then sideways. All the way to New York.

Seattle would be a good place to start. A woman who had slithered down from the desk she was sitting at opened a wooden case, and with a click, a dark blue gun on a red carpet greeted its owner.

The owner fed his long-awaited reunion pet first. Colt Python ate the .45 caliber bullets.

As if to interrupt the reunion between the gun and its owner. Beep-beep- a low sound. The motion detectors that had been placed were beeping. The fact that the ones placed at the front gate weren’t beeping meant that the US soldiers hadn’t returned.

If not the US military, then where?

They must have been Chinese. I owed them quite a bit too.

Yeah, I had a lot of debt.

It’s China. China.

I had something suitable to give them.

Director Yoo took a glass bottle out of his backpack. The smile he had as he looked at the wheelbarrow full of eggs inside was eerie.

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Long Chen remained extremely prayerful.

Even though he was wearing optical concealment equipment, he never missed a beat in concealment. His movements, using shadows and blind spots, were fierce as if his life depended on every step.

Chalbak Chalbak-

‘What kind of kid is he?’

Was there such a punk among his direct subordinates? Long Chen wanted to know who that punk was, but since they were all wearing optical cloaking equipment, he couldn’t tell which punk was doing it.

Iron-pudeok-

The sound of someone falling down while walking or crashing into the mud broke the silence.

‘Fuck. You little shit!’

At least there was some thought, and no more sound could be heard. In the dead silence, Long Chen took another step. All he saw as he passed were corpses. Most of them had their necks twisted, broken, or broken.

Did the Japanese Liberation Army attack the American forward base? If the Japanese Liberation Army, an armed group under the protection of the Party, had attacked, they would have consulted with us. So it is not the Japanese Liberation Army.

So, New Japan Union? Japanese Revival Association?

I don’t know who they were, but judging from the scene, they were very dangerous. The strangest thing was that there was no sign of resistance. There wasn’t even a single bullet on the floor. That means I didn’t know until I was right next to them.

‘Are you capable?’

He could have been using captured optical concealment equipment from his allies. He was a man of great strength. He was at least three times stronger than an adult male. He had to be strong enough to snap a person’s neck like a reed.

Iron-pudeok-

There was another sound of something hitting the ground. The thick volcanic ash muffled the sound, making it dull, but it was still a sound.

‘These kids are missing.’

When I go back, I won’t just leave you alone. As soon as Long Chen got angry, the sound of the mud being hit turned into gunfire. The distinctive sound of the silenced submachine gun and the heavy submachine gun Ash-12 hit the gray space.

The battle had begun. Long Chen quickly sent a signal to the terminal.

[dosage]

Battle stimulant. Unlike the mess scattered here and there, battle stimulant synthesized from various drugs based on highly purified crystals filled the blood vessels.

His muscles swelled as his senses became more sensitive. Long Chen jumped three meters from his spot and crossed the mud. His target was the command barracks and the surrounding area. He had to secure it before the Americans destroyed the data.

He arrived in front of the barracks, leaving behind the loud sound of gunfire. His heightened senses did not detect any signs of life.

Squeak- He lowered his posture and opened the door. All he could see was a corpse, and more corpses.

Phew- Phew-

Long Chen, who had been focusing his energy to the max while breathing evenly, entered inside. The blazing stove was filled with burning documents.

Are you late?

Long Chen looked around in an instant and saw a strange corpse. Unlike most of the corpses that had their necks broken or twisted, this one had its wrists and arms blown off, and the man was wearing a dark suit instead of a military uniform and had his head blown off.

‘A dark suit. Are you from the American intelligence service?’

He picked up the external hard drive next to the body. The moment he turned his gaze to look at the desk,

Puck – I lost consciousness with a strong impact.

How much time has passed?

My consciousness returned to what had been dark. My subordinates were carrying Long Chen on a stretcher.

“Stop. Stop.”

“Are you okay?”

“···What happened?”

“He was unconscious with his concealment equipment removed.”

Even though I used a combat stimulant, I still had no idea how I got attacked.

“Fuck. What’s the situation?”

“There are 13 survivors.”

“Those guys? What happened to them?”

“I’m sorry. I prioritized escape.”

The subordinate’s head was wrapped in a bandage.

“Did you get hit by a bullet?”

“I was hit by a blunt object.”

A stabbing pain. Suffocating vision and breathing. I wanted to take off my gas mask. But if I did, my lungs would be in shambles. When they got off the stretcher and arrived at the escape point, five semi-submersibles were waiting for them.

“Captain Long Chen. You have been ordered to return to your home country.”

“Not yet. Not yet.”

I had to properly achieve a greater record. I was in a situation where I was already guaranteed to be promoted to Elementary School. If I were to get promoted to Elementary School, I would be promoted straight to Daegyo. This would be my last chance to work with my subordinates in the field, so I couldn’t end it lukewarmly like this.

“The general himself gave the order.”

“···Your subordinates?”

“All orders to return home.”

“I get it.”

The semi-submersible carrying Long Chen and his men cut through the water.

The United States attached relays, small radars, and sonar to buoys to prevent Chinese intervention. As a result, mass supply using large transport ships became difficult, but China did not give up on Japan. Supply and replenishment using small submarines and semi-submersibles continued as they are now.

The semi-submersible carrying Long Chen and his men sailed up the Tumen River and arrived at the dock. Long Chen and his men disembarked from the semi-submersible, which had entered a space hidden in one side of the dock disguised as a fishing boat, under the cover of darkness.

“We will start the PCR test.”

“If you have a fever, chills, sore throat, or loss of sense of smell, please come over here.”

A 14-day quarantine period began with a coronavirus test.

And then one night, before 14 days had passed.

Shrieking screams and blaring sirens filled the isolation facility.

Kkaaaak!

“Ahhh, my stomach is full! Help me!”

“Save the people!”

Whyeeeeeeeeee! Whyeeeeeeee!

“Barrier! Barrier down!”

“hurry.”

“Stop it. Stop it!”

Whyeeeeeeeeee! Whyeeeeeeee!

Amid the commotion, the baby cockroaches began to scatter into the darkness.