Rust - Chapter 384



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RUST [RUST]-384

“It’s gas!”

“Get back!”

“It’s a trap!”

“It’s nerve gas.”

A desperate scream filled the culvert.

“So tell me. What is going on?”

“It was lured by the rat pups.”

Everyone who had gathered for the meeting had a bewildered expression on their face.

“You lured us into the gas zone?”

“It’s a situation where it doesn’t matter whether you’re attracted or not.”

“There are three passageways, one for gas and the other two for rats and cockroaches respectively.”

“Could this be the work of the Department of Homeland Security?”

By the way, there were mercenaries who had brought in a huge amount of something while performing quarantine work in the culvert. They were all armed with new exosuits.

“Is that what they did?”

“You’ve been aiming for it. Since before.”

“So what about the damage?”

“There has been no news from Seid, Risen, or Dyer.”

It is said that three of the seven great clans that were supposed to meet in the culvert have lost contact.

“Is it VX gas?”

“Based on the high persistence, the analysis is that it is definitely from that lineage.”

Khehehehe

You’re spraying poison gas into New York’s sewers and you’re saying you care about the people?

If this gas were to leak out, wouldn’t it cause mass casualties?

With the means to an end in sight, the path that Homeland Security’s Dan Brown will take seems clear.

“Are you satisfied with being a shepherd?”

“Even if you say you raise them by feeding them patriotic feed, they’re still livestock farmers anyway.”

If you think about it, their purpose was to raise them themselves. So what?

Isn’t breeding not a bad thing? The target has just changed from animals to humans. Nothing has changed. How many people have envied the lives of cows, pigs, and chickens that live happily and are then shipped out?

So it was all a misunderstanding.

If you just add up the number of people who want to die and those who die from gun accidents, it would be over 80,000 per year. If we just sorted out those people, coexistence would be possible.

“Coexistence? That’s ridiculous.”

“Have you ever seen a predator coexist with its prey?”

“Yes. If it’s shipped moderately, then that might be fine.”

“The bunker buster was scary.”

Even though they were chatting leisurely and giggling, the situation was not good. Retreating was impossible. If they tried, they would have tried, but even if they had gone, they would have only gotten beaten up by bunker busters.

“I guess there’s no other way than to get through the poison gas zone.”

“I disagree. If the oxygen runs out or the filter gets clogged, it’s over, and that’s dangerous.”

“Then you want to go through rats and cockroaches?”

“Wouldn’t that be better?”

“You haven’t seen how clever those little rats are.”

“The fact that we’re gathered here is the work of rats. We just thought of ourselves as rats and that’s how we ended up like this.”

“Then this is it.”

“Good luck.”

Your family is cleanly divided.

One decided to go through the rats, the other chose the cockroaches, and the two families crossed the gas field.

So they each scattered

Now, the family that headed towards the cockroaches was making a choice that would determine life or death.

Sasa sasa sak-

“My lord!”

“Don’t shoot!”

“Eww! Save me!”

One of the lead baits was quickly swallowed by a cockroach that appeared to be well over 10 inches (25 cm) long and disintegrated.

A horrifying sight, with clothes torn, flesh torn apart, internal organs spilling out, and then in an instant turning into bones. Before long, even the bone fragments disappeared.

“You guys step back. Slowly.”

“My lord! It’s dangerous!”

Whirl, hurl – Brett Vaden, the head of the Vaden family, approached the tentacles that were waving like tentacles, and his heart began to tremble.

The closer I got, the more I could tell.

anything.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was some kind of connection between himself and the cockroach.

Sarararak-

Sarararak-

There’s a connection between new humans and cockroaches?

It sounds funny when you think about it rationally, but the feeling I had right now clearly meant that there was something beyond reason.

Looking at the nervous people behind him, it seemed like he was the only one who felt this way.

Sararararaak- Sararararaak-

The cockroaches that had begun to gather in droves were now quiet, unlike when they had been gnawing on the bait. Brett Baden spoke with his eyes burning blue in front of the writhing brown mass.

“Open the way.”

The waving antennae, the sound of brown chitin rubbing against each other.

“Open the way.”

Chararararak-Chararararak

The tangled, tangled cockroaches began to split in two.

“Oh, my God.”

“This can’t be happening.”

“What is this…?”

“My lord, have the cockroaches made their way through the passage just now?”

“Quietly. Don’t provoke me and cross carefully.

As the Baden family made their way through the sewers, one side was forced back again by the swarm of rats.

“You fucking rats.”

The dust that settled on their heads told the story of what they had been through.

“What about the damage?”

“Most of it was buried when the ceiling of the culvert collapsed.”

It was terrible. Who would have thought that a bunch of rats would not only use the underground water to ambush and surprise attack, but also attack by only collapsing part of the ceiling without completely collapsing?

“FUCK···.”

“······.”

It wasn’t a problem that I was stuck in the rubble. If I had time, I could have crawled out. But the rats didn’t give me that time.

With their guns unusable and their flamethrowers buried, the procession, bound by stones and bound by their hands and feet, was eaten alive.

“doggish···.”

“You must avoid it.”

The place to avoid was the gas field. There were no rats or cockroaches in the area connected to the gas field.

“Fortunately, there will be plenty of filters.”

It was a gift left behind by the dead.

The gas field they entered was littered with the remains of rats and cockroaches.

Bagjak-

Kujik-

The sound of cockroach shells breaking and rat skins that haven’t yet rotted away.

Whoooosh- whoooosh-

It took almost 10 minutes of walking to get past the gas zone, as the gas was so widespread.

[Scatter.]

[Look ahead.]

[No other traces.]

[It’s safe.]

[Then what is that?]

What they saw were the corpses of the two families who had chosen the gas field and left first. The corpses had clear marks of having been shot.

[Could it be that they fought?]

[Those two families?]

Those two families, who have been related by blood for generations, shot each other? Was it an ambush by a psychic from the Department of Homeland Security? I don’t think there are any such people in the Department of Homeland Security.

[Everyone, don’t take off your masks.]

[Safety corridor.]

While we were pondering, the team that had gone out on a reconnaissance mission returned.

[There is another gas field ahead.]

what?

This side lost a lot of personnel to the ambush by the rats, and had an abundance of spare protective clothing, masks, and filters. But what about those who suffered no harm?

What if we crossed the gas field and there was another gas field? What if those who sent out the advance reconnaissance never returned? What would those who remained think?

‘Did they fight over the filter? Or maybe they disposed of it.’

Considering that all the dead ones were either lower-level entities or lunch boxes, they could have been disposed of. I don’t know the exact circumstances, but it meant that the future was not easy enough for them to do so.

[Replace the filter and move.]

It took two more long, long gas fields to reach the aqueduct that led to Brooklyn Harbor.

“Is this all?”

“That’s how it is on our side.”

“Ha- It seems like the Bayden side is the same?”

Even if you add up the survivors of the two families that broke through the gas zone and the family that was badly beaten by the rats and crossed the gas zone, they were less than a quarter of the number of Baden family that made it through the cockroaches.

Brett Baden held out a box to those who asked how he got out without any casualties. Inside the transparent bulletproof polycarbonate box was a large cockroach.

“Yeah. How did you get through all these cockroaches?”

“Well, cockroaches probably don’t set up ambushes or traps.”

“Did you have any kind of cockroach repellent? If so, that would be really disappointing.”

“I said it’s not like that.”

As Brett Baden signaled with his chin, the family members turned to face the other families. They naturally surrounded each other, but those who had come out to the safe zone and relaxed their tensions did not feel any discomfort.

“Let me just take a look.”

“What do you want me to see?”

“Can’t you feel anything?”

“What do you feel?”

“···Wait a minute. I feel like I can feel something?”

“what?”

One of the three seemed to feel something.

“It’s a bit tricky to say.”

The man who had been hesitating raised his voice. The two heads of the household next to him grimaced at the sight of his blue-glowing eyes.

Even if they were superior entities, it was not a pleasant feeling to have another superior entity wielding its dominance right in front of their nose.

“What are you doing?”

“Sideways-”

A person who speaks to a cockroach in a transparent box with glowing blue eyes, ignoring other people who are annoyed.

“Right. Sideways.”

Swish- Swish!

“Did you see it? Did you see it just now?”

“what?”

“The cockroach is moving.”

“He kept moving.”

“Look straight ahead. The cockroach just heard me.”

“What kind of stupid thing is that?”

“So look. Now. To the left-”

Srrrrrrrr-

“!”

“?”

“Turn around to the left.”

Ssuk-ssuk-

“oh my god.”

“Did you just control the cockroach?”

Brett Baden’s eyes sank heavily.

Nod-

The Baden family quietly pulled out their guns. At the same time, Brett Baden pulled out his .45 Desert Eagle from his bosom and blew off the head of the man who was diligently manipulating the cockroach.

bang!

From that moment on, the culvert was filled with gunfire.

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Chief Dan Brown had no choice but to come to the scene after receiving the report.

‘There’s no way they would have fought each other.’

If it’s profitable, they not only band together to lobby each other, but they also fight each other to cause economic collapse?

Why?

It was a war now. And it was a war where they were being pushed back unilaterally. Of course, it was a situation where it was questionable whether they could join forces to fight back or not. Internal conflict? Even the fact that three families were annihilated was an incident that was difficult to understand from a common sense perspective.

But the scene before my eyes was an undeniable fact.

“Director, something is a little strange.”

“Yeah… That’s definitely true.”

The scene where the three families died was strange.

One person’s head was blown off without even realizing what was happening, and before he could even react to the sudden turn of events, the next person was hit.

Looking at the flowing path, it was clear that they had worked with intent. The last remaining man stood up to run away, but the moment he turned around, the back of his head was blown away.

“The families that are not here are Seid, Risen, Dyer, and Baden.”

“Your family killed three families here? That’s embarrassing. There’s no reason for that.”

What on earth is the reason?

“What a headache.”

Before the muttering mixed with lament could end, an emergency report came in.

“Director! The U+ Project Research Lab was attacked and part of the project was lost!”

“what?”

It was impossible. It was a trap set for them. It was a place where SWAT teams and political agents from the Department of Homeland Security were lying in wait to catch the cannibals. And they got through there?

“Are they coming?”

“He appears to be a person with powers, not a cannibal. That’s why he was able to avoid the militia’s search.”

A person with powers? If so, he wouldn’t have been caught by the diagnostic kit. Even so, how did he get into the secret lab?

“Why are there people with abilities? How… They are fucking bastards.”

“yes?”

“They’re cannibals. They’ve mobilized the power users.”

It was clear that it was the work of the cannibals. If it was the U+ project, it was a project that included the ‘rejuvenation’ that they had been desperately hoping for.

‘no way?’

Dan Brown looked around. It was a scene of cannibals slaughtering each other.

‘Did you fight to monopolize rejuvenation?’

Maybe so.

‘Not good.’

When I first planned the trap operation, I assumed the worst case scenario. There was a reason I thought there was a chance of success even in the worst case scenario.

The operation was carried out because we judged that we would eventually be able to finish them off even if we lost the project.

I thought I would have some time to spare since they would be wasting time by keeping each other in check over the rejuvenation I had taken. I was also prepared for just one possibility. Since I had attached a GPS tracking device, it would only give me a chance to find out their secret hideout.

But both of those things flew away.

If the conflict that broke out here was a result of trying to monopolize rejuvenation, then there was no need to waste time by keeping each other in check.

The tracking device also stopped working due to poor radio reception, and if something went wrong, the U+ project that was used as bait would have been lost.

Cheeeeek- beep-

Against the backdrop of the radio’s continuous disconnection, a deep furrow formed between Director Dan Brown’s eyebrows.

We need psychometry.

Long distance wide area telepathy.