Rust - Chapter 363



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RUST-363

Bbok-

A variant that hangs down under the skewer as it is pulled out, making a cheerful sound.

Maru raised his head as he neatly sent the guy who was struggling with his anus and intestines ripped open to his friends. The crows hovering above his head were licking their lips.

Kaaaak!

Knock!

The guys who had been quietly patrolling the area began to make noises one by one as if they realized that Maru had seen them. ‘Food.’, ‘Give me food.’, ‘Feed.’ Maru said something like that while coolly getting away.

“Okay.”

A flock of crows circling around the floor began to dig through the mutant’s corpse. They sat down tightly, but they were flustered when their claws and beaks did not penetrate well.

It was rewarding to be able to do something about the eyes, but I was at a loss as to what to do about the rest.

In fact, crows avoided mutation, because they were not capable of doing anything with their beaks and talons.

One of them, either plucking up its courage or being punished, hurried towards the floor and gently tapped the scabbard containing Eclipse with its beak.

Knock knock- kwak-

Knock knock- Knock?

Psik- Maru, who was laughing in vain, pulled out his sword,

The crows swooped away. They looked at me with their bright eyes.

‘Era- service.’

That day, the crows feasted on rare mutant meats and praised Maru.

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The story of Director Den Brown and Ms. Kim was superficial.

A conversation that seemed to understand but didn’t, that didn’t drag on but got caught up in. It was like being trapped on a Möbius strip.

The absurd thing is that the only way to escape the endless loop is to ask short questions, so it is impossible to talk with a reasonable degree of consideration for each other, like I did with Vladimir Kalin.

“Let me get straight to the point. Don’t use VX gas.”

“If a cockroach escapes, who is responsible?”

No, this bitch, for real. Director Den Brown, who is rarely seen with a fever.

“Can’t you just not force yourself in?”

“How long? A month, two months, you want me to stay here until it’s resolved?”

A VX gas leak killed several homeless people and refugees living in the culvert. And it was sold as a horrific incident by reporters who rushed in.

‘New York disaster. Five dead.’

‘Authorities turned a blind eye to the deaths of the weak.’

‘New York City is losing its humanity.’

‘What is the cause of death? Silent police.’

Of course, the incident in which five people died was not a minor incident, but strictly speaking, it was the fault of the homeless and refugees who did not follow the controls, as they were ordered to evacuate several times.

‘Should I have forcibly removed it?’

That would have been a problem in its own way.

‘The reality that those who were in the sewers have come out onto the streets.’

‘The reason for kicking out the last refuge of the homeless.’

‘What’s happening in the sewer system?’

An article like this must have come out.

New York authorities decided that it was important to eliminate excessive anxiety in order to maintain order, a decision that was clearly reasonable, but the result was the hiding of a monster cockroach that was believed to have eaten thousands of people.

This choice was possible because the missing people were mostly homeless, refugees, people with unclear residence, or people from the Harlem area.

The choice not to disclose the information, out of fear that the order would collapse due to the fear of man-eating cockroaches, has now become a scoop hunting ground for reporters. However, the Department of Homeland Security, which is currently in charge of the operation, is frustrated.

“Our contract is not a fixed-term contract. The reason we entrusted the work to you was to handle it safely.”

“So you’re going to hold on to it until it’s taken care of, no matter how long it takes?”

Kim Yang was honestly funny. What kind of situation is this and why are you still doing this? If things go wrong like this, aren’t you going to blame me? Look at what you’re saying now. You’re acting like that because you think you’re going to get blamed for something.

I don’t think they’ll cross the line since Maru is behind them, but I thought they might try to get a ticket to use the Maru by nitpicking.

‘Responsibility must be determined.’

The problem is that, like Ms. Kim, Director Dan Brown also tried to pass over responsibility.

Most of New York’s infrastructure was intact. The fact that the existing system was intact meant that the press and broadcasting were intact. Information was actively distributed, and there was no reason for people’s perceptions to change from before.

Likewise, since the political, administrative, judicial, and economic systems were still functioning, it was difficult for any agency to move arbitrarily, even if that agency was the Department of Homeland Security, which had done the most work to date.

This kind of balance and check could be very good, or it could be very bad, but Kim Yang just laughed.

‘All the pups are like a flower garden.’

Just a half-day drive from New York City would have left the neighborhoods like trash cans. The irony of being in a place filled with death, with towns and small cities overflowing, and yet here, a few dead homeless people are causing a fuss.

This fucking New York town was going on like it was before the war, not much different from when the mutant virus incident first occurred.

That’s what Kim Yang didn’t like. And on top of that, the responsibility?

“What will be the responsibility for the civilian deaths?”

“If it weren’t for VX, the cockroaches would have spread everywhere. Are you saying that’s better?”

“Shouldn’t you be responsible for that? If you’ve been asked to do something, shouldn’t you do it properly?”

“So the request is to catch cockroaches, right? We’re only going to catch cockroaches. We don’t care if they’re homeless or refugees.”

Director Den Brown was at his limit with Kim Yang’s ‘belly full.’ cliff-edge speech. A bitch like a dolphin.

“···No. Do you not understand what I am saying now?”

“So, according to the contract, you’re saying that you’ll only catch cockroaches. You’ll be the one managing the civilians, taking responsibility, and cooking the soup. It’s right for us to catch cockroaches.”

Kim Yang, who has maintained a consistent stance until the end. ‘I don’t know about anything else. We just want to catch shrimp.’

Director Den Brown had no choice but to admit that Yania Kim was not open to negotiation or compromise.

Likewise, Ms. Kim had no intention of staying here for long and had no desire to worry about anything else.

If you don’t want the homeless or the refugees to die, you should drag them out first. Do you really need to worry about that when you’re busy roasting baby shrimp?

If you say you won’t go out, can I shoot you? That’s not true either. Then let the people who feel sorry do it.

Director Dan Brown, who wanted to deal with the cannibals quietly, and Ms. Kim, who wanted to get it over with quickly, no matter how noisy it was, barely managed to reach an agreement.

Instead of using VX gas canisters, the cockroaches that fall back will be stopped by the Department of Homeland Security or the New York Police Department.

Ms. Kim immediately got into action. She really hated wasting time in a neighborhood like this.

[···From now on, we have to go in as deep as possible, so make sure to bring plenty of supplies.]

Kim Yang, who was trying to pack as many supplies as possible, had plenty of flash grenades and tear gas, because he remembered how effective they were in Japan.

[approach.]

The third shrimp fishing season has begun.

Hoo- Director Den Brown, who had been watching the entrance through the camera, let out a sigh of frustration. What on earth was Vladimir Kalin thinking when he sent that woman as the commander? As it was his job, all sorts of thoughts came to mind.

‘There’s no reason to deliberately try to screw you over.’

In that sense, their human resources were quite poor. The only people I could communicate with were Bernard Green (Kim Ki-soon), who had left for Korea, and Vladimir Kalin.

This time, we confirmed that Yania Kim was a strange woman as reported, and if that was true, then it was highly likely that Producer Michael Newman was not in his right mind either.

‘The nurse is somewhat normal.’

It seemed difficult to talk about operational matters or future plans with this person. With the Japanese’s characteristically exaggerated reactions and the fact that she was said to be the innocent type, I thought she was not a good person to have a serious conversation with.

The last remaining are also awkward to talk to. A genius computer expert with full body burns. And a hacker who is now free, but was shackled and squeezed by government agencies. Xenia Roden.

She had a glamorous past, wearing a deep hood, goggles, and a mask to hide her face. In any case, she was extremely wary of and loathed the government and government agencies themselves, so it was impossible to have a normal conversation.

‘I thought we would expand our power faster than expected, but it’s going to be difficult.’

Even if you give a lot, if you think about the future, it wasn’t a lot. 10 times the raw materials? The equipment made from those raw materials will eventually become assets of the United States?

If you look closely, the things that were handed over were being used to protect the citizens of the United States. Whether they wanted it or not, they were becoming a shield to protect the Central North.

Director Dan Brown lit the cigarette at the beginning. The spicy smoke stimulated the sense of smell. Those who do not know anything are spreading it. They say it is a loss, but it was not that.

If you look at it narrowly and small, it may seem like they were just giving away, but they were taking as much as they had. If you look at it broadly and big, it was all for the United States and its citizens.

‘It would be a shame to stop in Detroit. I would have liked to at least take control of the cities near the Great Lakes.’

[Director, I have uploaded the latest information.]

“Really? Good work.”

The Bloody Ark Tower is rapidly expanding its power and has almost completely taken over Detroit. The main political force is the HOLLY cult, led by PD Michael Newman. They seek the unity of theocracy and consider Vladimir Kalin to be the incarnation of God and their savior.

‘It’s not good.’

Director Dan Brown sensed danger as soon as he read the material. Regardless of religious values, if a political structure that deified Vladimir Kalin were to take root, it would be difficult to unify later.

Next is the Republic power centered around Kim Yang. A vertical political structure that placed Vladimir Kalin in the highest position. It was called a Republic, but it was a kind of ironman politics. The HOLLY church was a power centered around people who were difficult to get along with.

‘Isn’t this actually that country?’

Director Den Brown closed his eyes. There was no answer on his part either.

Despite this situation, ‘Vladimir Kalin does not show any political inclination.’

Is it because you don’t have a desire for power? It was a problem if it was too big, but it was also a problem if you didn’t care like you do now. I would like to send people to fill the middle management positions, but this side is also suffering from a severe manpower shortage.

‘If we think about the future, democratic political forces must also be established.’

Even if it wasn’t the trend, it had to be enough to keep the two forces in check. And it had to be headed by someone who could communicate directly with Vladimir Kalin.

First of all, nurses are out because of their nature. There was already an analysis that nurses are on the PD side. Then, only hoods and hackers are left.

‘This seems closer to anarchism.’

While Den Brown was wondering how to use it, he received a call from the security team.

[Director, we found evidence of hacking on an external linked server.]

“What’s inside?”

[No problem.]

“Then it’s fine. I don’t know where it came from, but if you don’t respond, they’ll get suspicious, so follow the security rules.”

I’ve laid out a generous amount of delicious food of various kinds, so once you taste it, the hidden goodies will pop their heads out.

[All right.]

“Strengthen your defenses, do you know what I mean?”

[Yes, I will prepare it.]

“Okay. Thanks for your hard work.”

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The distance between Detroit and New York was closer than I thought. It took less than 10 hours by car. It was about 640 miles (990 km).

Of course, the reality was that there were many sections of the road that were destroyed, and with the infected, mutants, mutated monsters, cannibals, and marauders overflowing, land travel was virtually impossible.

Hood looked down at the broken roads and burning city below, lost in thought. New York was the same as before, except it was crowded with refugees.

An atmosphere of freedom. The Internet and Internet-based services were available, but only in New York State and its vicinity. Subways were running, cars were running, and even newspapers were being printed.

The only thing that kept the flights from being cancelled was a flock of birds nesting near the airport, but otherwise it was no different from the old New York.

A laptop and USB on the desk. The information here is enough to treat my face. Will you treat me? As I watched, he was certain of the deal.

Hood stretched out both arms. His skin was pure white and smooth, without a single blemish. He could soon regain his face.

It feels a bit ticklish.

Life in the Vladislav Tower was not bad. There was plenty of room for everything I needed, and I could browse whatever I wanted.

But there is no such thing as life in New York, and there never will be. Her thoughts, having regained her original face, grew and grew, leading to the life of a New Yorker.

As I pondered this and that, hours passed by in a flash. The flock of crows patrolling in the distance had become a symbol of Detroit.

There was a large circle with a small circle spinning around in one corner, so Hood looked down through his telescope. The crows moving like that meant he was there.

And the sight that met her eyes.

There he was, holding a skewer and a knife in each hand. He was standing on the corpses lying on the floor.

His eyes looking up at the sky.

Did you run into each other?