Rust - Chapter 519



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RUST [RUST]-519

“Check your vitals.”

The three nurses and medics who came running out of breath saw Director Yu Mark 2 frozen stiff and began to administer first aid.

‘This is fucking crazy.’

The researchers had been dragging him around in the lab, saying that he was their precious first clone and that he had to be raised well by rolling him around, so it would be a bit difficult if he just went away like that.

“But she’s a bitch who cloned the original Director Yoo.” – “There’s no way she’ll suddenly die.”

“No, kids sometimes cause fights.”

‘Did you say that out loud a little while ago? I was flustered and made this mistake…’ However, making a surprised expression or denying it is not behavior befitting the dignity of a great person next to you.

Ms. Kim nodded as if she understood calmly. The nurse spoke with a look of disbelief.

“How was the fever?”

“Fever? None.”

I made it a little hot, but it wasn’t that hot. The nurse’s expression became subtle.

“Have you ever been surprised or had any emotional ups and downs? Did they make you cry on purpose because they thought it was cute, or played with you with food, or startled you, or anything like that?”

“Hmm – that never happened.”

I never did anything like that, like teasing her with poop, or making her understand the topic with her diaper, or rolling her gently. I was pure and innocent. Yes.

If you look closely, the age between Azmai and Halmai was the original Yu Isa. The clone that extracted and inserted that memory was Mark 2.

Even when changing diapers, you were flustered and upset at first, but later on, you lifted her butt to change it quickly. She wasn’t the kind of girl who would cause a fight over something like that.

The nurse nodded at Ms. Kim’s confident and honest answer.

“Based on the current symptoms, it appears to be a ‘Rolandic seizure.’”

“Cramps? It feels like you’re stiff?”

Didn’t the word ‘convulsion’ mean ‘trembling’?

“Like when athletes do intense exercise and their muscles twitch and suddenly become stiff. It’s a cramp that becomes stiff.”

“Ah- a rat?”

Isn’t that just a cramp? Hamstring or something like that. So what’s the conclusion? If Mark 2 has cramps all over his body, it’s not a big deal, right? Kim Yang regained her composure.

On the monitor, the eye monsters and the squishy bitches were fighting fiercely. Not only the splitting eyes, but also the flesh that started to tremble as it was shot was extremely irritating.

Establishment-

The sight of black tentacles shooting out like javelins. I thought they were gone, but the skinny girls who had managed to dodge them pulled out machine guns.

‘huh?’

The movement is gradually···.

Those slutty bitches, what are you guys?

There was only one girl who smelled a little like Director Yoo, but soon the two girls next to her started showing similar movements.

‘Those three bitches. They’re clearly related to Director Yoo.’

‘···There were no rumors that Director Yoo raised any children.’

If there was one, it would be that Kim Yang himself was mentioned. So the kids had no contact with Director Yoo. If by any chance they were kids raised by Director Yoo, what would happen in Japan?

If they were the girls raised by Director Yoo, he would have brought them to Japan. If not all 13 of them, at least some of them would have been brought to Japan, and they would have encountered each other at that time.

So no matter how much I think about it, these women have nothing to do with Director Yoo. Look at that movement. That was exactly like the movements of Director Yoo that I saw in the Southeast Asian jungle before.

“The paralysis has been lifted.”

“You damn fool, why did you bother me?” (Why did you damn fools bother me?)

The moment the voices of the nurse officer and Mark 2 were heard, the girl who moved similarly to Director Yu.

The movements of the girl who handled the pistol like a ghost have changed.

As if the person had changed. Director Yu’s feelings disappeared, and the reaction was that of an excellent mercenary.

‘at the same time···?’

Kim Yang turned his head towards Mark 2 without realizing it.

Mark 2 glared at the nurse officer, not hiding his annoyance.

‘Why are you so annoyed?’

Shouldn’t I be grateful if you let the rat out?

Is it intentional that there is a rat?

What are you going to do with the rat?

Ugh- Ms. Kim shook off her complicated thoughts.

“So are you okay now?”

“Yes. If you have another game, don’t wait and contact me right away.”

The nurse spoke in detail and meticulous detail, as if she were explaining the precautions to a young mother.

“Okay.”

“···Please avoid excessive stimulation.”

Overstimulation? Kim Yang glanced over and saw Director Yu Mark 2 clenching his fists, concentrating on the monitor. A life-threatening fight between a slutty girl and a black-eyed tentacle monster was unfolding.

The head of the nursing officer who saw Ms. Kim’s gaze turned. The nursing officer who saw the video on the monitor immediately turned off the monitor.

“What I’m saying is that this kind of provocative thing is not allowed.”

“What? Stimulation? What’s wrong?” (What? Stimulation? What’s wrong?)

When the nurse turned off the monitor, Mark 2’s reaction was fierce. Kim Yang’s eyes narrowed at the reaction, as if someone had turned off the circuit breaker in the middle of a game.

That was weird. Wasn’t she the girl who had been stiff because she had started a game a little while ago? But as soon as the game started, she was watching the video like she was watching the World Cup final penalty shootout?

‘That year, she was the remnant of Director Yoo. Did she read the traces of the cowardly bitches?’

Even so, it was difficult to understand the reaction shown to the nursing officer. Yang Kim put the glowing Director Yu Mark 2 in a child cage bed and sent him to the barracks.

“Fuck, you’re really annoying, Gyuro-da, sigh! You’re saying you’re annoying!” (Fuck, the actual act of getting angry is important, if you do that, you’ll regret it! I said you’ll regret it!)

What about regrets?

‘In Japan, things like that were definitely burned.’

So fire was the answer.

“Prepare to bomb the crows, warheads are napalm and white phosphorus. Target is the black suit.”

[Warheads of white phosphorus and napalm. Targets are two black-suited entities. Bombing preparations complete.]

“Warn the Imperial Army. We’re going to wipe them out with napalm, so fall back if you want to live.”

[I have warned you. The Imperial Army has requested that you do not intervene.]

“Really? You asked me to help you, but now you don’t? Huh-”

When did you care about that? We didn’t attack the Empire, and we didn’t have an official non-aggression pact. And Seattle wasn’t an effective territory of the Empire, either.

Before she knew it, Ms. Kim had come to resemble Maru’s judgment.

‘What did Baekjeong do when this happened?’

“Commence bombing. Targets are the two men in dark suits.”

[The bombing will begin in 2 minutes. Are you okay?]

“Huh- I’m sure you’ll take care of the aftermath.”

[yes?]

“No- bomb it.”

[All right.]

A swarm of crows could be seen flying from the airship high in the distance. Ms. Kim turned her head to look at the monitor.

Maru would be happy if I told him that a black tentacle monster like the one he saw in Japan came out and created a sea of ​​fire. He really hated that.

huh.

Still, it’s a bit strange to do it in the order of the roasted green onions. Kim Yang sent out a warning on the Confederate frequency that she had received when signing the non-aggression treaty with the Confederacy.

[Gi-sun over there. I’m going to turn that whole area into a sea of ​​fire, so get out now. The two guys in black suits are going to bomb the area, so give up on them.]

[······.]

At Kim Yang’s voice, the tentacle monster on the monitor stopped moving. The thugs must have heard the news of the bombing, so they didn’t dig in and just stood there for a while.

Whirilirik-

The tentacles that had been rising in all directions magically shrank and turned into dreadlocks. As Ki-soon stepped back, the trolls also stepped back.

And then, for a moment, Ki-sun’s voice flowed out from the Confederate channel.

[thanks.]

[What? You paid off your debt with this?]

[···okay.]

[Do you like working there? If not, come back.]

I’m telling you, we’re really short on manpower these days.

Administration and diplomacy are always failing. Every time you use people, you have to use AI. Judging from the tentacles in your hair, you must have had a bad time. Why don’t you come back?

[······.]

Silence instead of an answer.

Ki-soon’s figure on the monitor slowly disappeared into the burning forest.

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In a time when there was no GPS or satellites, the most precise bombing in the world was done by crows. These high-performance bio-bombers were persistently targeting amorphous creatures.

Kuhwaaaaang!

Whoosh whoosh!

The monsters, which looked like amoebas, struggled to put out the flames that had engulfed their entire bodies.

Even though he dug into the ground and risked bleeding by tearing off the burning bark himself, he could not escape the crows’ attacks.

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Neither the throwing attack where they tore off their own bodies and threw them, nor the deceptive tactic of pretending to be dead and waiting for them to come near, worked on the crows.

Even if you tried to escape by digging a tunnel, there was no way because they had pushed in white phosphorus bombs. The crows’ maddeningly cruel and persistent bombing was repeated over and over again.

The movements of the black tentacle monsters, now so mashed together that it was difficult to tell whether they were melted by the flames or had originally been that way, had finally stopped.

All around is a sea of ​​fire.

A forest burned down completely.

The video ended with a streetlight melting into a blazing flame.

President Den Brown took a sip of his tea and began to read the report.

One W+ program demonstration unit was lost. The unit committed suicide after being attacked by enemy tentacles.

Individual exhibiting unusual behavior was shot and killed. Cause is under investigation.

It was confirmed that the fighting power of those with actual combat experience was far superior to that of those on standby.

‘Are you sure you’re doing more than just the basics?’

The production of clones using Director Yu’s somatic cell samples was more noisy than expected. The most important thing in creating a clone army was combat power.

‘That woman, Director Yoo. If you get to know her, she seems to be a sucker for her subordinates.’

‘It’s cruel. Those without skills cover themselves up with cruelty.’

‘Yeah. That’s what Mexican cartel kids do all the time. Killing people brutally.’

‘Even if you clone a lot, the chances of getting the rejuvenation trait are almost nil, right?’

‘yes.’

‘Then it doesn’t have to be that woman.’

If the secret to youthfulness is hard to find, is there really any need to choose Director Yoo?

There was talk that it would be better to select the most powerful ability users among those with abilities, or to use someone from a special force that is a hundred-strong team as the mother of the clones, but that has now come to an end.

“Has everyone checked the video and report?”

“yes···.”

“Confirmed.”

Anyone could see that the fighting power of the clones based on Director Yu was outstanding.

This was true even when I fought a tentacle monster whose hair turned into tentacles, or when I fought an amorphous creature whose eyeballs multiplied and eventually lost its human form.

“Then let’s get straight to the point. Mass-producing clones based on Director Yu’s sample…”

[Emergency report from the lab. During a thorough autopsy, an unusual sign was found in the clone subject’s brain.]

“···Let’s talk about mass production of clones later. What about the classification and control of those who have awakened their abilities?”

“Yes. So far, a total of 53 people have been confirmed to have awakened special abilities.”

It was much less than the expected estimate.

“There are too many enemies.”

“Excluding those with normal physical abilities, there are eight people.”

“Voice impersonator?”

“Yes, it is good enough to pass AI-based voice analysis.”

“Acidic saliva? Could it possibly develop into acidic body fluid?”

“I think it’s a trait that’s suitable for infiltrating enemy lines and assassination.”

Unlike other poison-type awakened beings who usually only secrete toxic substances, this awakened being was now able to freely control the toxic substances in its saliva.

“You can assassinate someone with the kiss of death. There will be no evidence left behind.”

Indeed, other special ability users also had many unique abilities. Another urgent report came from the lab. It was already the second time. President Dan Brown’s brow furrowed.

[Mr. President. The W+ program verification experiment subject has escaped.]