Rust - Chapter 254



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RUST -254

Maru couldn’t keep up with the American mindset that had turned into Uncle Sam.

“Huh? You’re saying we’re going to blow up the Kanto region of Japan?”

The Chinese government, the Northern Theater Command, Russia, and the New Japan Alliance were talking, and then they suddenly came to the conclusion that they should blow up the Japanese Kanto region?

[···There is sufficient justification.]

The Kanto region of Japan has been devastated by volcanic ash, earthquakes, and radiation leaks. Mutants and mutated monsters abound, and in this environment, people with enhanced physical abilities and other special abilities have emerged.

They created a group called the New Japan Alliance and raided US military supply bases, and it has been revealed that they are connected to the recent Seattle bombing and EMP attack.

[···This is an opportunity to wipe out the terrorist group called the New Japan Alliance and also blow away the Chinese bastards in the Kanto region.]

Should we blow up the Kanto region of Japan simply because we are angry? The person who turned his eyes the most was the one who turned his eyes coldly, and that person is now the United States of America.

The Kanto region of Japan. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and even radiation. In this hell of natural disasters and man-made disasters, there were traces of the ‘rejuvenation’ that had been dreamed of.

While the US military is competing with China for the traces of rejuvenation and fragments of evolution, an elite force of over 100,000 Chinese troops is also active in the Kanto region of Japan.

What would happen if all that was ignored and news spread that the US was planning to blow up the Kanto region?

They are kicking out the Chinese and Japanese, but now that the people who are taking Chinese and Japanese money have not been fully revealed, the story of blowing up Japan is bound to spread. What if it spreads like that?

It was clear that they would be driven to the northwestern port city to escape. And then… they would evaporate. Chief Dan Brown didn’t talk about such deep things.

It was revealed that the person who obtained citizenship under the name of Vladimir Kalin was not of Japanese descent but of Korean descent, but that was it.

Maru noticed that Manager Den Brown was strangely reserved, but he paid it no mind.

It didn’t matter whether the US fried China or steamed Japan, as long as they didn’t touch the buildings and didn’t do anything about the military or anything.

“Yes, I see. Have you verified my identity?”

[···Okay. But the conversation keeps coming up.]

It couldn’t be otherwise. I gave you citizenship because I thought you were Japanese, but later I found out you were Korean? So what was your initial Japanese identity? I thought you had dual citizenship, so I checked, and you’re just 100% Korean? That means your Japanese identity was fake.

So, in the end, it means that he got American citizenship with a fake identity. Laundering his identity? Even with American citizenship? There were organizations that were furious about this. They were wondering how ridiculous they thought America was to get citizenship with a fake identity.

The other person had an intention to use anger as an excuse to do something to Maru, and Manager Dan Brown was on the verge of losing his mind trying to stop him.

[Why did you change your identity to Japanese?]

“······.”

Dan Brown found that Maru’s criminal record was clean. But he was puzzled as to why he had changed his identity to Japanese.

[If there is any other problem, please let me know now.]

“······.”

To answer such a question, Maru chose to remain silent.

It was ridiculous to start talking about the World Livestock story, and it was also ridiculous to say that I tried to escape from the hands of the World Group without knowing that the world would change like this.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this? I worked really hard to get my identity cleaned up.

[···This will continue to be a stumbling block for a long time to come. There are people who continue to raise issues using this as an excuse.]

Maru answered with his eyes wide open.

“I’m going to throw a big party, so I’d like you to invite me. Everyone involved. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could meet face to face and talk frankly? Or you could invite me to a meeting. You could invite me to a party they’re throwing. Don’t you think we should clear up any misunderstandings?”

Maru said softly.

[Big- That’s a little bit. I’ll tell you later.]

At Manager Dan Brown’s answer, the tip of Maru’s eyebrows, which had been gently curved, moved.

Kim Yang made a very regretful expression. He could see the corns being destroyed with a single heartfelt ‘Gal!’ or ‘Sal!’ from Baekjeong. And the rest of them were set off with fireworks with their heads.

[The best way is to serve instead of covering up the past. We talked about 5 years, but now the story is that he served in Korea for 2 years, and now it has been talked about up to 3 years.]

Maru let out a hollow laugh.

Hehehehehe – Without realizing it, his face changed from the Bongsan Talchum expression to the Dongsan Escape expression. The small hill where the saddle was came to mind. The hill from when he wanted to escape.

Kim Yang, who felt the black aura slowly rising, quickly dodged it. Even though she couldn’t see it clearly, she felt it.

My heart was pounding. I wanted to run away, but I was curious about what was going on. Ms. Kim was torn between curiosity and fear.

First, we had to find a way to calm Baekjeong down.

How do I calm it down? Its eyes are spinning.

First, I had to turn around.

A method without the risk of being hit reflexively with a ‘kill!’ if you do it wrong.

There was no way to think of anything. So, Ms. Kim jumped from the corner.

Boom!

Hehehe- Maru’s eyes started to bulge out, adding to his frustration. Kim Yang was jumping around like a frog.

‘What are you doing?’

As soon as Maru’s eyes met, he jumped even harder.

Flick- Flick-

Are you crazy? Huh? Are you really crazy? There have been cases where people went crazy because they were beaten to death. Maru’s faint military aura disappeared in a moment of embarrassment.

Kim Yang felt it and sagged.

I’m so fucking tired.

‘Don’t be angry and finish the story.’

Maru nodded at Kim Yang’s gaze.

I’m glad I didn’t go crazy.

Calm down. Calm down. Maru took a few deep breaths and spoke to Chief Dan Brown.

“Is there anything else besides the military?”

[···This is an emergency situation. The military is the safest place from other organizations’ tricks. It is difficult to confirm, but in the worst case scenario, recruitment will begin, and it may even lead to conscription.]

Are you considering conscription in addition to recruitment? Are you saying that blowing up Japan is not the problem? Are you really planning to wipe out China? Otherwise, there would be no reason to talk about conscription in addition to recruitment.

[If you don’t participate in the draft, your patriotism will be questioned, and they will try to regulate you using that as an excuse. If you don’t participate in the draft, the result is obvious. In that case, it’s not a bad idea to secure a position in advance.]

At the moment when the fever was about to reach the tip of her head, Ms. Kim, who was looking at the floor, jumped.

Hehehe- kkeuk-

Bam! Bam! Bam!

There was a fist mark on the metal table.

Phew-

Okay. Okay. I said that the Celestial Army is a bit different from the Korean Army. Maru, who had been catching his breath, turned his head to the side.

“War isn’t going to break out right now, is it?”

[A great war usually has a long preparation period before it breaks out.]

At the very least, it will take until the end of this year or next year to get a clear picture. Until then, there will be a variety of things to do, including public opinion warfare, electronic warfare, and economic regulations.

“Then, can’t we move in after a year?”

[A year later?]

Maru turned his head to the grass. As expected, there was no way to know when the problem would occur. So he postponed it as much as possible.

“And I was discharged as a sergeant. Wouldn’t it be funny to go back to being a sergeant? I don’t think I have the ability to be a regular soldier. I think there should be a proper rank according to ability.”

[···That’s true.]

Even Chief Dan Brown didn’t think it was right to have a superhuman like Vladimir Maru in charge of a corporal or a sergeant.

Even when I think about the superhuman unit that I’m currently forming, it was a bit pointless to keep Vladimiru, who has killing power far superior to that of other physical abilities, in a lower rank.

[I see. You have thought well. It seems that delaying the official enlistment by about a year and the rank issue are issues that can be sufficiently discussed with the military.]

Enlistment after a year. Rank issue. Since you have military experience, you should be able to handle the level of a junior officer. If that’s not enough, you can cram in military training during the week or on weekends. Once you’ve been selected as a member of the military, other organizations won’t be able to harass you any more.

I would like to be an agent of the Department of Homeland Security, but the situation is so dire that it is safer to be a member of the military than the Department of Homeland Security. No crazy agency would want to stab a member of the military in a situation where the risk of war is at its peak.

Ms. Kim nodded.

It was a good thing I stayed and listened. Yeah.

So this is how Baekjeong leaves for the army.

Enlisting in a year? Military service is basically 3 years? 36 months?

Somehow, I feel like my cheekbones are twitching.

You have to endure it. You can’t laugh.

Khuuuung- Khuuuung-

But isn’t that the case with all military units?

They say it’s three years, but if something happens or the war drags on, you won’t be able to be discharged and will just keep rolling around. Kim Yang looked at the floor with a very pitiful look in her eyes.

I will take good care of the building. Have a nice trip.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘K-uh-nyang?’

Through those subtle gazes, Chief Dan Brown spoke on the screen.

[···Then I will also talk to Miss Kim under those conditions.]

uh?

Me? Why me?

Maru smirked at the flustered Ms. Kim.

‘Haven’t you washed your identity? Welcome to the military.’

ah-

Kim Yang’s eyes were dead.

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Entrance to Yamazaki Pharmaceutical headquarters in Tokyo, Japan.

The wide open space was littered with helicopter debris. The entrance to the headquarters was covered in broken pieces and thick coal dust.

Old man Shinta Kadama looked around. He was wearing a mask to block out volcanic ash and smoke, but it didn’t completely block out the smell.

“It smells. Terrible.”

It had been snowing heavily until mid-late March, but now the temperature suddenly rose. The snow and ice melted in an instant. Traces of the disaster hidden beneath were rotting and rising.

Glorious Japan was shattered. The rotting remains only give off the stench of death.

The old man frowned at the slippery, trampled something.

“octopus?”

It was rotten so it was unclear, but there was a long piece of something similar to an octopus’s leg rolling around. Tsk- The old man clicked his tongue and looked around again.

And the trace that caught his eye. There was a trace that he could recognize because he was a swordsman.

Traces left on reinforced concrete. Traces of a powerful stab. A sharp stab, then a left-right swing to pull out the deeply embedded knife.

“Ha- this-”

Not up and down, but left and right. Stab with the blade horizontally. Shake it to pull out the stuck sword? Various swordsmanship styles came to mind in the head of the old man, Shinta Kadama.

From Japanese kōryū swordsmanship to Western longsword swordsmanship. But I didn’t remember these thrusts and movements. My memory is failing and I blink, but I definitely didn’t remember this.

‘What the heck?’

As I looked around, I saw pieces of broken swords scattered around. When I connected the broken pieces with the traces, I felt like I could see the situation at that time.

Someone stabbed. The man attacked blocked the fierce thrust, but the sword broke. Then he let the next thrust slip away.

So, the stab was embedded in the reinforced concrete wall without losing any force. Is this movement possible for the human body?

A stab with enough force to shatter a sword, enough to embed itself in reinforced concrete? How? Did superhumans clash?

“I saved the elevator.”

“Hmm- let’s go down first.”

Kadama Shintaga went down to the basement with his bodyguards.

“There is no way that any server data remains.”

“Yes. They must have taken the hard drive itself.”

The old man smiled faintly at the bodyguards.

“Do you think the data is only stored on the server?”

“Wouldn’t that be the case if it were research material?”

“Most backups will also be managed on the backup server.”

“Is that so? You’ll know when you get down there.”

Shinta Kadama did not erase his faint smile.

The basement I arrived at was a hallway with a rotten smell and a disastrous scene, as if the ventilation fan was broken. Since I had been here before, I could see every trace.

“It seems strange.”

“Please go up. The atmosphere is not good.”

“How long do you plan on living? Look over there.”

The guards looked at the place the old man had pointed out. There was evidence of decay. The body of a rat the size of a forearm. The strange thing was that there were no bugs. Could it be because it was underground and still cold?

The guards couldn’t hide their tension at the cold feeling. Upon entering the control room, there were corpses that looked like researchers lying around. And the corpses inside.

Something. It wasn’t a human corpse. It had multiple heads. Something with tentacle-like things growing out of it. Severed and torn apart.

While the other corpses had decomposed, this grotesque creature had retained its original form. Shinta Kadama took a deep breath as he looked at its face.

The corpse of the woman who had become a monster, it was a familiar face. It was a child from the Charlotte Group. Not Zainichi, not Japanese, but something in between.

‘Was that so… were you trying to contain the power of God?’

“Stupid thing.”

It was a pitiful ending to a Japanese god’s obsession with a subject that lacked substance.

“Take good care of that body.”

The old man knew the value of the corpse. While the guards were collecting the corpse, something… something unknown whispered to him as he looked around.

-■■■-■-□ □■■■■!

Kadama Shinta had no choice but to hesitate.

Was it really dementia? Was it hallucination due to dementia? My granddaughter told me that she sometimes felt confused, but this was the first time she felt like this.

Not yet. Not yet.

As if he knew the desperation of Kadama Shinta. A voice that kept ringing in his mind.

-■■■-■-□ □■■■■!

“Where are you? What kind of guy are you!”

The old man seemed to have a cry of sorrow and lament etched into his mind. The resentment and anger were so similar to his own feelings that he ended up answering the voice.

“Come out!”