Rust - Chapter 54



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RUST-54

A low, dull sound, the sound of a machine gun with a silencer.

Tadak-

Behind the sound of light footsteps, there was a refreshingly running floor. When I moved, bullets passed by, and when I ran, bullets were embedded in the floor.

At first, the employees’ spirits were high as they fired their guns shouting, “Shoot that bastard!” and “Kill that bastard!” but gradually changed to anxiety, confusion, bewilderment, and shock.

I just felt it. A murderous intent directed at me through the hazy smoke. At first, I thought it was just a gunshot aimed at this section chief. But why did they keep shooting at me even though this section chief had fallen?

Tick!

As I was thinking about something else for a moment, a bullet passed by my bulletproof mask. The enemies were vaguely visible. As expected, they were World guys. These guys shot at the yacht earlier. Is their motto ‘Let’s just shoot first’?

Tsk-

It was hazy, but I wondered how they could roughly find their direction and shoot in the smoke, and I found out that some of them had infrared sensors. They really had everything.

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“3 o’clock to 2 o’clock!” Direction-

Thud, thud, thud!

Whoosh-! The red response stretched out and disappeared from sight.

“Fuck- what’s going on so fast?”

“I missed it.”

“Here too.”

“I’ll grind from 9 to 8!”

The thermal image that was on the right has now appeared on the left.

Fear began to creep in among the employees who had been cheering for the good news.

What is this? What is this?

“Shoot it!”

“Check the charcoal!”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Even though I kept changing magazines and firing nonstop as a pair, it didn’t hit. I emptied the fourth magazine, but it only cut through the air. It felt like I was shooting at empty air.

Is this a person?

What is this? What is this! What is this?

There was no way to stop the thermal image from gradually getting closer as it stretched out left and right. The thermal image was slowly approaching as if it was slowly cutting away at the left and right.

I felt like I was losing my breath. I felt like I was suffocating. I swore as I tried to exhale.

“Fuck!”

Even though it was right in front of me, about 8~9m away, I couldn’t tell what was what.

A human-shaped shadow passed in front of them with a whoosh, then disappeared to the side with a whoosh. All the employees let out a scream. A shout of trust and support for each other.

“Over there!”

“Don’t miss it!”

“Make a fire net, make a fire net!”

“Shoot everything nearby!”

It disappeared again?

where?

In an instant, goosebumps appeared all over my body.

My hair stood on end.

Something. Something was here.

I can’t turn my head.

Here it is.

It’s here.

Behind. Next to us. In the middle of us.

ah!

ah?

ah-

Someone was shedding tears.

The muzzle pointed forward rattled.

Ah- Aaaah!

One of the staff members who had been looking ahead turned his gun back and pulled it.

Tudadadak

Starting with that, those on the left and right also pulled towards the center of the formation.

Tudadadak

Was there something blurry?

Were you clearly inside the formation?

Papa Pak

Tadak

As a result of them shooting at each other, five out of eight were beaten at close range and fell to the ground.

Clank clank-

Creek-

Tick-

The moment when three people who had emptied their magazines in an instant tried to change the magazines with trembling hands,

Pick – a short sound of air being cut, an arm holding a magazine that falls out.

Aaaah- The mouth of the employee whose arm had been cut off was finally unable to scream.

There was a rolling sound.

The employee next to him saw this and even pushed the magazine in.

Snap – a rose-shaped knife is stuck in the throat.

Crunch. My knees buckled, and my head shot up, perhaps from the impact.

The sky filled my increasingly blurry eyes.

Aaaah …

The remaining man threw down the gun and magazine he was holding and jumped into the smoke.

With a thud, the employee fell forward and the rose knife, handle included, was stuck in the back of his head.

Ugh-

Ugh-

The workers, who had been hit by each other’s gunfire but had not died, groaned and thrashed about.

‘I don’t like it, though.’

Didn’t Ki-soon say that? Kim Yang said the same thing.

The more you do it half-assedly, the more fucked up it becomes…

It’s still shit, but more?

Pok- pok- pok-

The noisy employees became quiet.

Tsk-

I swung my sword and shook off the discomfort. The drops of blood on the blade fell.

Suddenly-

The sword, which had been a little shaky from the beginning, finally started to rattle.

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The information team leader seemed about to turn around.

Even without that, Director Kim Soo-hyun’s condition was not good, so I tried to somehow get the emergency vehicle out of the scene, but the road was blocked. From the Charlotte Hotel on the hill, to the Royal Marina and its surroundings, everything was under the influence of the Charlotte Hotel. At this rate, I would be like prey caught in a spider’s web.

“The smoke makes it difficult to see what’s ahead.”

“Is it hard even with an infrared detector? Just look at it and avoid it.”

“It’s possible to determine where the enemies are, but you still have to get out of the car to see what’s on the ground.”

Shit. The information team leader was furious. If Director Kim died like this, it would be a series of balls. Not just metaphorically, but physically, the balls were in danger.

Director Yoo, who had been doting on Director Kim Soo-hyun, was the one who had been the director since Director Choi and Director Baek died and even Manager Hong died. On top of that, with Lee Ki-young betraying him, the only person who could rise to the position of manager was Director Kim Soo-hyun. In this situation, he could have been saved, but if people say that he couldn’t be saved because of his lack of ability…

Director Yoo’s three hundred eyes came to mind.

“Damn it. There’s a way. There’s some way. Is there still a communication failure? No contact from the pursuit team that entered the hotel?”

“None. There are so many jamming signals all around that both the communicator and the phone are unavailable.”

Jamming, introducing drugged pups, area control, large quantities of smoke grenades, small-sized ankle mines, and firebombs using homemade napalm.

And maybe even ‘that’… Even if ‘that’ wasn’t on Charlotte’s side, that in itself was a deterrent. What if something like that ran wild in this smokescreen? There was no answer. Didn’t the Charlotte guys in Seoul know that it was here?

“Fuck. The Charlotte bastards in Seoul didn’t know this? They pushed us in to find out.”

The information team leader was pulling out his hair. First, he had to save Director Kim. He had to get out of the area where communication was interrupted and contact headquarters while sending Director Kim out.

More than half of the Busan branch security team has already been blown away. They are still being split up in real time. The reserve team is also burning due to Molotov cocktails and smoke screens. It is ridiculous that in the 21st century, you have to send a messenger to confirm without using a radio or a telephone to make contact.

The information team leader just laughed in vain. World Group has been operating in the shadows of Korea for over 10 years. Has it ever been this shitty? No. There has never been a clash between nearly 200 people on both sides. Even if they did clash, there were less than 100 people combined. It wasn’t like they’d cut off the necks of presidents or chairman-level people once or twice.

But I came to Busan Charlotte Hotel to catch the female manager and what the heck? The Busan branch was blown away, and the security and PMC departments were completely evaporated.

Phew!

The bus that was used as a barricade finally caught fire. Molotov cocktails exploded continuously, the barricade was burning. Now only one bus remained.

“Call everyone! Gather and form a defensive line. Lay down the claymore, distribute the grenades. Tell your immediate team to come.”

“ancient-”

There was no answer other than a single reversal.

All you can do is lure them in, blow them up with a claymore, then squirt them with a grenade and drag them into close combat. You’ll win at close range with a submachine gun. Blood will be flowing out of the smokescreen, but it’s better than losing. If you win and become a cripple, it’s natural to win and become a cripple.

If we leave the ambulance escort carrying Director Kim to our direct team, there will be casualties, but escape will be possible. It would be a waste to use the elite unit to escape, but there was no other way.

How much time had passed? The noise I had heard from the other side of the smokescreen was getting closer. I retreated, but they were pushing in. Yes, come. Closer. I will give you a taste of Cremoa.

“Team Leader. Your direct subordinates are not around. Their location has not been confirmed.”

“What? You were nearby just 5 or 10 minutes ago?”

For a moment, the information team leader’s head went blank. Could it be?

“Just now, over there, where Director Kim and Lee Ki-young fought. What happened to the guys guarding and defending that area?”

“I sent a messenger, but neither the messenger nor your team returned.”

“I told you to fall back, but you’re not coming? Not even the messenger?”

“Yes, that’s just you.”

“How many people were there?”

“There were 2 teams of 10 people each.”

The direct subordinates who have lost contact now are 8 people. 2 teams of 4 people each. 10 people. 2 teams of 5 people each. A total of 18 people. They say 18 people, but they were 18 heavily armed. If you include the messenger, it’s 19 people. Almost 20 people…

The information team leader was furious.

What if the direct subordinates went there because Lee Gi-young was being manipulated?

What if Lee Ki-young shot everything he could without regard for the consequences?

So what if it got involved with ‘that’?

Can 20 people win?

I remembered that Director Kim almost died without being able to touch me.

Pick- As the knife cut through the air, things that rose and rolled came to mind.

20 people? Oh- no-

So what if you get shot by 20 people? You must be pissed, right?

Ah- what the heck- it’s coming? Here?

The information team leader shouted.

“Tell them to retreat immediately. We’re retreating immediately. Detonate the claymore and retreat as a team. The rendezvous point is the Busan branch. If it’s hard to escape, go to the UN park and hold out. Gather the kids nearby and escort the vehicle carrying Director Kim.”

The plan to hold out and turn the tide with a single blow using Claymore and grenades was immediately abandoned.

I had to retreat immediately. At that moment, when the sudden retreat was in disarray, I heard a sound of someone running up the hill. It was coming from the direction of Hotel Charlotte.

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People running while making strange noises. The drug addicts were pushing down from the rear. The information team leader’s eyes went dark. What about the team blocking that place? They’re all dead?

“Stop it!”

“Prepare to throw the grenade. Throw it!”

Boom- Boom- Boom-

Kieeeeeek

Kkieeeeeek

Those who rushed forward without caring about their entrails sticking out, the processing team at the rear resisted by shooting, but it was not easy to stop them with 9mm bullets.

Breaking, cracking, groaning, and the final words filled the air.

A bunch of crazy guys on drugs rushing towards the ambulance carrying Director Kim.

“Cremoa trigger!”

“percussion!”

There was a sound of leather bags bursting along with the sound of explosions. Even the weaklings who ignored bullets were transformed into equal fragments in front of Cremoa.

A moment of silence passed. After that silence, footsteps were heard again. The sound of people rushing in.

Kieeeeeee

It has to be cured

It’s a fight

Ah- With a sigh, the information team leader pulled out his pistol.

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The helicopter was noisy and shook violently.

[The wind is blowing hard and the boat is shaking. Please hold on to the handrail for safety.]

19 staff members, divided into three helicopters including the broadcasting station helicopter and the 119 helicopter, checked the equipment. The staff members were wearing bulky protective suits that looked like ice hockey protective suits.

Despite having firearms, he showed little interest in guns. Someone checking and sheathing a machete and a kukri, someone sharpening a battle axe. A mace, a morning star, a hammer, a katana, a longsword, a claymore. All the cold weapons were gathered together.

At the center of it all. With a bandage wrapped around his temples, Executive Director Choi had his eyes closed. His eyebrows were as dark as charcoal. His hair was healthy with no signs of baldness, his jaw looked strong, his eyes were sharp, and his mouth was tightly shut. He looked like a typical martial artist.

Suddenly, Sam Baek-an came to mind. Sam Baek-an’s eyes looking down while shoving the muzzle of a gun into his mouth.

‘Director Yoo, you fucking bitch, you son of a bitch.’

Executive Director Choi’s calm face distorted for a moment, then returned to a blank, calm expression.

[Communication with the ground strike force has been lost. It appears that communications between helicopters will also be lost as we descend.]

[Due to smoke from smoke grenades, we cannot confirm the situation on the ground, so landing is difficult. We will move to a nearby area and land.]

Executive Director Choi responded to the pilot’s words.

“Go to a place with thick smoke grenades. After that, rappel down.”

[Level down, location is in a thick smoke grenade area. Confirmed.]

The helicopter flew in a direction filled with smoke, flames and gunfire.