Rust - Chapter 366



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RUST -366

Director Dan Brown, who had been flustered by the debt relationship that suddenly arose, came to his senses.

Why are things that were hiding in the caves all of a sudden crawling out and doing this?

Is it really because of debt that the legitimacy and succession of the federal government are being questioned at this point?

What do you really want?

In an instant, various hypotheses and assumptions came to mind and then disappeared.

This was a dirty trap.

What if the United States of America were completely ruined?

‘Fuck···.’

That wasn’t it. If the United States of America had collapsed, the Department of Homeland Security, a federal government agency, would have lost its basis for operation. Not only that, but all federal government agencies would have lost their basis for operation.

Even the federal army loses its ground. The absurd novel-like situation of an army without a country becomes a reality, and this is being nitpicked.

The reason that the cannibals could be summarily disposed of was because of the authority of the federal government and federal law. But what if the cannibals were disposed of without the federal government and without the legitimacy of the federal government?

Director Den Brown smiled to himself. His eyes lingered on the metal cans placed here and there in the conference room. Surely they wouldn’t be used?

‘Khuhhhhhh.’

If New York had been nuked like Virginia or Washington, D.C., this would have been impossible, but ironically, New York City and New York State were so unharmed that these lunatics could talk about debt so calmly.

So, if there is a federal government, it’s ruined, if there is no federal government, it’s ruined, and if it is inherited, it will be ruined. If it’s ruined, are you confident that you will survive?

Oh? Is that so?

So, as soon as they heard the story about the Vladislav Tower, they got together in small groups and worked hard to build a shelter.

Dan Brown, who had been giggling silently, suddenly changed his mood. What he saw in his eyes was perhaps madness beyond belief.

“Whether it’s debt or interest, you can talk to the New York State government or the state legislature. This is the Department of Homeland Security, and the Department of Homeland Security will do whatever it takes to uphold the laws of the United States, as long as the United States exists, and to do whatever it takes to protect the honor and security of the United States. Whatever it is. Is that your answer?”

At the young Den Brown’s answer, the kind-looking old man let out a sigh that was either a sigh or a laugh.

“Yes. If this old man had one piece of advice, it would be to just remember that the Federation can survive or perish depending on the choices you make.”

Dan Brown didn’t even blink at the ambiguous words, whether they were advice, a compliment, or a threat.

“Then please spit into the paper cup. All of it.”

In an atmosphere that had suddenly become cold, one person spat. White.

Another one.

White.

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White.

···

When the white wave was about a third of the way up, the kind-looking old man spat.

Red.

! Director Den Brown did not avoid the old man’s calm gaze looking at him. And then, starting from the old man, a red wave rippled.

Red

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And red.

Occasionally a white one would appear, and now the white and red were split in a ratio close to half and half.

Those who locked the door and refused to come out when asked for cooperation in exterminating cannibals. The identities of those who refused to come in by force, saying that they would need a warrant, have been revealed.

Debt on the subject of cannibals?

Dan Brown’s lips did not move as he should have said, ‘Take away all the red ones.’

‘What choice do you make?’

Among the people behind the red-colored diagnostic kits were people of considerable influence in the United States, including members of influential families.

It was possible to dispose of them. They were fish that were in my hands. But what if I kill them? What if their families, their companies, and all the people who belong to them rise up?

Unlike the cannibals who were openly trying to control politics and the economy, these people were the ones who went into shelters and companies and closed the doors and never came out. That’s why they were able to avoid the blades during the cannibal subjugation.

If we kill them all, we won’t have to worry about cannibals.

But the moment he kills, New York will erupt into civil war.

With nearly half of the upper class gathered here involved with cannibals, it was clear that the moment the trigger was pulled, the ordinary daily life that New York boasted of would fly away.

‘It was a threat. I came out because I was sure I couldn’t shoot.’

This is what was meant when the story was that the United States of America could survive or disappear depending on its choices.

‘Hah- Shit.’

It was a foolish thing to reveal it so publicly.

If we capture and kill them, there will be a civil war, and if we don’t capture and kill them, the legitimacy of the previous cannibal suppression will be undermined.

All eyes in the conference room were waiting for Director Dan Brown’s decision.

‘Those fucking kids···.’

In that silence, the CEO of a company with a considerable reputation stretched out his arm. The man who had been picking up the red diagnostic kit in front of him and turning it around opened his mouth.

“I think we need to verify whether the diagnostic kit is real and whether it is really effective. But aside from that···.”

“······.”

“When you see them sticking a red tag on someone and trying to get rid of them, doesn’t that remind you of something? Maybe it’s because I’m Jewish, but when I see this situation, I somehow think of Nazi Germany. Is it just me?”

“······.”

They said that even if you have cannibalism, if you just take the cure (suppressant), there will be no problems in your daily life, but now you’re suddenly trying to kill everyone?

After they’re all killed, what about the property they had? The influence? The power? Who gets it? The Department of Homeland Security? In the name of the United States?

Just as the Nazis labeled the Jews, exterminated them, and took back the property and influence they had left behind in the name of the German Empire?

bang!

Director Dan Brown stood up, slamming his desk down, and made a decision.

His eyes swept over the metal cans placed here and there in the conference room.

“All waiting agents are to go outside and close the conference room.”

“Director!”

“Everyone get out! From now on, until I give the order, no one is to come in or go out. No matter what happens. Do you understand?”

“···All right.”

Heavily armed agents waiting began to close down the conference room as ordered.

The building that houses the Department of Homeland Security in New York has undergone several renovations and is now equipped with the facilities befitting an intelligence agency.

Representative examples include radio-blocking equipment, EMP generators capable of destroying small electronic devices, glass with anti-eavesdropping film, and independent air conditioning systems capable of responding to biochemical terrorism.

The same was true of the conference hall where more than a hundred people were gathered. And the fact that there were fire and biochemical terrorism countermeasures meant that they could be turned off.

Dan Brown’s eyes sank deep and dark.

“If we’re going to be honest, there shouldn’t be any obstacles. First, let’s disable the electronic equipment.”

He pressed a crude button on his desk. The power went off, and a backup light lit up.

“Wh-what?”

“Your cell phone?”

“The EMP that just exploded has blown away all electronic equipment, including CCTV. The cell phones you are carrying have also been blown away, so recording or filming is impossible. So what I am going to say from now on is something that only you and I know.”

At Director Dan Brown’s words that they wanted to speak frankly and honestly without recordings or CCTV or anything like that, the people who had been noisily gathering around slowly became quiet as they looked at each other.

“Hehehe – Good. Good. Then we can make a decision quickly.”

There was a faint hint of madness in the kind old man’s eyes.

Is this old man the representative?

Director Dan Brown searched his mind for information about the old man. He knew the CEO who made Nazi jokes, but this guy…

At the same time, a photo came to mind in a fleeting memory.

A photo taken at a party. And the party was attended by influential families and politicians. There was an old man there who was a little younger than he is now.

‘Representative of a powerful family?’

I don’t know which family it is, but if you’re going to be the representative of a powerful family, it must be one of the three major families. After a moment of silence, the old man smiled and began to tell the story.

“You may not know it when you’re young, but when you get to my age, you start to fear the possibility of death.”

“······.”

“Even if you try to accept death as a natural process, the misery of the process only grows stronger as you get older.”

It becomes difficult to sit up, and the joints start to ache. The back becomes hunched, the flesh sags, and freckles appear on the face. The senses are the same. Vision deteriorates and hearing becomes dull. Taste is not good, and the sense of touch becomes dull.

Well, until then, let’s call it the process of aging, the stage of ending life.

But the miserable process of slowly losing my sense of self due to Alzheimer’s, being unable to receive a transplant because my organs were damaged and I needed one, and having to rely on dialysis, and ultimately dying in a leather pouch with a tube in it, was unbearable.

“I can’t stand it. Even though there is a way, why endure it because it is the way of nature? You are not without money or ability, but die slowly? You may be able to do it, but I, we can’t.”

“···method?”

Dan Brown’s calm expression slightly distorted. The old man smiled at that and straightened his body.

“Yes. That rejuvenation you were hiding.”

“······.”

“We set up a cute trap that would be meaningless if we acted as a group. Did you think we would fight among ourselves and destroy ourselves? Or did you think we would take turns and end it?”

You still don’t know what the people above are thinking. You don’t know.

“Remember, rich people are like beasts of burden. Even if their territories overlap, they won’t fight if there’s enough prey. And even if they do fight, it won’t go so far as to cause fatal injuries to each other. If they get hurt, won’t they just do good things for the other guys?”

There are cattle to eat, and sheep to shear, and there is some bickering over who will eat more, but would you fight for your life when there is enough food? And what is at stake now is rejuvenation?

“Those gentlemen over there are like that, and so am I.”

The old man smiled as he pointed to the elderly people huddled together on one side.

“Until recently, I was lying in bed, until I evolved.”

At those words, Director Den Brown closed his eyes.

Evolution? Damn it. You’re saying you were going to buy time by becoming a cannibal?

As Den Brown closed his eyes, the old man spoke as if declaring victory.

“Do you know what the essence of New York is?”

“······.”

“The Empire State (Excelsior)”

He dreamed of an empire where cannibals became nobles and commoners became food.

That’s the nature of New York anyway.

When wasn’t that the case?

There are prey and predators, nothing has changed.

“The United States of America, which you have tried so hard to rebuild, is finished now that we have turned away. It cannot get out of the swamp of debt. It is a meaningless struggle. Why do you think the Southerners want to secede from the Union?”

I knew it. I even thought it was part of the United States, but when I saw these, I realized it wasn’t.

“···You have great abilities. If you were to lose your youth, you would have installed a self-destruct device, right?···”

“So, if you come this way···.”

If you convert and become a new human, you can gain wealth, fame, and youth.

The United States of America will be reborn as an empire in New York.

And the old man whispers that Den Brown will become the backbone of the empire.

As if he didn’t want to hear the lure of the lurking temptation, Dan Brown’s hands went into his suit jacket.

A gun?

It won’t be meaningful anymore, right?

What came out of Den Brown’s arms was a thick fountain pen.

“Yeah. You have to write a contract. Saying it out loud is meaningless. Okay.”

As if ignoring the old man’s words, Den Brown turned the fountain pen, and a sharp needle popped out. Pfft- He stuck the needle into his thigh, bared his teeth, and pressed a rough button on the desk.

As the button was pressed, metal cans placed here and there in the conference room broke with a bang.

Puhwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—

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[Breaking news. A poison gas attack has been confirmed at the National Security Agency conference room···.]

[It was revealed that influential people, including executives and employees of large corporations, attended the meeting at the time···.]

[Amid reports of terrorism by a cult group, the Federal Bureau of Investigation…]

New York is starting to stir.