Rust - Chapter 57



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RUST -57

As the thick smoke gradually cleared, the morning sunlight slowly moved toward noon. The pieces between the smoke and sunlight entered a quiet rest.

Hoo- Maru took off the bulletproof mask he was wearing.

I remembered when I first joined World Livestock. I only saw it once, but it felt like I was doing a similar dismantling job that I had seen over my shoulder. I held the knife and dismantled what needed to be dismantled.

It seemed as if the scaffolding and flesh were visible under the skin. I just felt where the ligaments, tendons, fascia, and blood vessels were, and when I applied the knife, they were torn apart. It didn’t take much strength or difficulty.

It was easy to slaughter cows and pigs. It was hard work, but I got paid for the animals I caught, and if my house wasn’t in that state, I would have saved up some money.

I was forced to leave Japan after being caught by Manager Hong. After discovering drugs at a Japanese workplace, I was so nervous, scared, and anxious that all I could think about was escaping.

When faced with such a life-threatening situation, he instinctively swung his sword at the Japanese yakuza. Reflexively, he thrust his sword into the shoulder holding the gun, blocking their movement, and then he went up the collarbone and cut the carotid artery.

How could that be? At the time, I was so confused and thoughtless that I didn’t know the cause, but now I know for sure. I had a talent for dismantling things. A talent for literally dismantling raw things.

For some reason, it wasn’t just that he had gotten stronger, his reaction speed had gotten faster, and his movements had gotten more agile. It was just that, from what I could see and feel, he was specialized and friendly for dismemberment. And today, I found out for the first time, he seemed to have a talent for dismembering crustaceans.

hmm-

Maru examined the Bowie knife. There were chips here and there. There was nothing serious, but seeing the chipped knife still made him feel depressed.

The claymore lying on the floor was in a worse condition. It wasn’t broken, probably because it was a good sword, but the blade was almost completely broken, so it wasn’t very usable. The guy who split it up was amazing, but he was relying on his equipment and was just going for it. I just peeled off a bit of the shell, and he started crying and tried to run away. I didn’t let him run away, though.

After I finished cleaning up all the guys I was splitting, when I was about to split the last one, a guy who had been watching from the corner jumped out and grabbed me. Should I call it a war hammer? Or a battle hammer? Anyway, the big guy who was rushing at me with a really big hammer, after I gently peeled off some of the skin, he started making a fuss and threw the hammer away, then blew the shotgun he was carrying behind him and tired me out.

The shell, which seemed to be made of carbon-based material, was really annoying. Most of the swordsmanship just bounced off. Fortunately, I could attack the joints and the head area of ​​the face without wearing a helmet, otherwise I would have had a hard time cutting off the balls.

hmm-

Maru turned his head to the side.

Again, a sly murderous spirit was approaching from that side. The guy who approached me a little while ago was splitting it open, so I split it open. But this time… That old man who is rotten? This is a bit much.

Maru put back on the bulletproof mask he had taken off for a moment.

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Executive Director Choi took in the sight of the disaster unfolding before his eyes.

Is that the guy who cut up the pharmacists? They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and that saying applies to him exactly. Isn’t that a table that looks like it wouldn’t be good for sashimi, let alone cutting? The guy glanced over here and put on a bulletproof mask. It’s the same model as the one the company uses, but he doesn’t seem to be associated with the company.

But is it really him? He looks like he has a screw loose? He was holding a Bowie knife and looking at me with a sad look. I was really hesitant. If he was someone who cut up drug dealers, he would not be able to hide his murderous intent and would be oozing with it, but he didn’t have any. Even if you kill an animal, you still have a murderous intent, but that guy didn’t have any.

Then who is the bastard who chopped up the drug dealers and dismembered our children like king crab skins?

Executive Director Choi looked at the floor with a tired smile on his face.

“There. Is this your doing?”

“What are you doing?”

“Here, these. These.”

Executive Director Choi slyly pulled out his sword and pointed to the pieces that had entered a state of peace and rest.

“Oh, that’s it.”

Maru felt a bit awkward answering. Should I say that it was a matter of conscience, or should I say that it was embarrassing? It was a bit awkward answering. It was a bit awkward to just say, ‘I did this.’

“well?”

“Is that so?”

Above all, the old man who was pretending to be alone and talking to me wasn’t alone. There were at least two other people who could be felt faintly beyond the smokescreen.

“Right?”

“······.”

In response to Maru’s answer, Executive Director Choi thrust his sword forward with a hint of murderous intent. Since he had that much murderous intent, a normal person would flinch or take a step back.

But he didn’t do that. He just had a calm look on his face, like, ‘What is this?’ No matter how insensitive you are, you will react to life. So this means that he will ignore this level of life. This is what Executive Director Choi had a gut feeling about.

‘It’s this guy.’

The slaughter scene we saw earlier, the pieces now scattered here…

Judging from the traces scattered here, it has developed in that short period of time. The blade has become more concise, and it is learning where to cut to be fatal. Should I call this learning? Or should I say it is instinctively seeking it out?

But the bastard’s swordsmanship was still in the realm of ‘instinct’, not the realm of ‘martial arts’ or ‘arts’. And humans have overcome human limitations with ‘martial arts’. Not ‘instinct’, but the crystallization of ‘experience’, ‘learning’, and ‘research’.

And the crystallization of this was ‘inherited’, ‘supplemented’, and ‘developed’ from generation to generation, which was ‘martial arts’ and ‘dance’. So, the guy who is obsessed with instincts is finished here. Now, while he is still stuck in instincts, is the best time to kill him. The moment when Executive Director Choi’s mind completely changes to murder.

widely!

Knock!

With a sound of footsteps, the figure of Maru disappeared into the smoke.

The two people who were escorting Executive Director Choi were flustered. They were watching intently, but he suddenly disappeared from their sight. Their bodies tensed up in an instant. The employees looked around, making up for each other’s blind spots.

At that moment,

Swish-

What was in front of the employee’s eyes was the muzzle of a gun. Suddenly, as if space had opened up, sparks flew out of the gun’s muzzle.

Thump! Thump!

dump-

“Sung-in!”

The staff member next to him quickly thrust his shotgun forward, but Maru had already disappeared into the smoke outside the line of fire.

“Where are you? Come out!”

Bam!

The sound of a deep stomp. It was the staff pulling the trigger of the shotgun at the sound of a whoosh. Bang-

Bang-! The smokescreen that had been gathering created a round, empty hole. Clang! The bullet shell flew out with a sound.

widely!

Another footstep, swish- This time, the employee turned his gun toward the sound of footsteps instead of firing. There was nothing where the footsteps came from. What the hell? The employee slowly made smaller footsteps and headed toward the thick smoke.

No? Where? The moment the employee turned around with a strong feeling, he felt a heavy impact on the back of his head.

Tuck! Tuck!

Executive Director Choi was confused. The traces scattered here and there showed that the guy was a knife-wielding man. From all the traces I had seen so far, he had dealt with enemies who had charged at him with guns with a knife. But suddenly a gun?

The two bodyguards who were always with him died in an instant. The way he hid his will to kill and hid was more like an assassin than a swordsman. The bastard who was blatantly cutting people down suddenly hid in a smokescreen and shot him in the head?

“You bastard! You have no foundation, and you are so vile!”

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What did Maru say? You idiot. That’s what it felt like.

The kid who was splitting the pieces and the kid who was hammering the hammer just now even shot the idiot because it was disadvantageous to them? Even the old man who was so sullen thought it would be the same after seeing the estimate, so he cleaned up his surroundings in advance, but it’s also despicable to the core?

Maru snorted.

“You bastard! You cowardly and despicable bastard. If you have a sword, then come at me! I’ll show you how meaningless your dirty sword fighting is!”

Executive Director Choi raised his sword. Above. The posture of flame. In Italy, it was called the posture of the falcon. Fierce fighting spirit, thick murderous intent, the sword spirit felt from the tip of the sword. A posture that showed that he had undergone rigorous training. The power felt from the sword was truly amazing. Maru was amazed.

so

Thump! Thump!

I just liked the knife that guy was holding.

Executive Director Choi ducked down at the same time the gun was aimed at him. Two bullets passed by where his head had been. The training he had done while thinking of Director Yoo had been effective. The method of moving first in a timely manner at the moment the gun was aimed at him.

The sword cannot beat the gun. That’s right. The modern era is not the era of the sword, but the era of the gun.

But even so… As soon as Executive Director Choi saw the gun pointed at him again, he rolled forward and stabbed the bastard in the forehead with his sword.

‘Wow- damn.’

Maru was amazed. Was this how the people who had been hit by him felt? Although slower than him, he moved faster, disrupting the beat as the gun barrel moved, so it felt like he was dodging bullets.

It’s definitely slow, but is it out of sync? Is it half a beat faster?

This… Maru felt his blood boil a little. If he had swung his sword up until now with the intention of surviving, not being clumsy, and working a little more efficiently, now he wanted to swing his sword with a slightly different feeling.

Phew-

A blade that stabs straight towards the forehead.

Bam-

Maru pushed away the knife that was coming towards him with a bowie knife, then swung the knife diagonally forward and swung it at the nape of Executive Director Choi’s neck.

The blade that had been stabbed at the floor returned and blocked the nape of Executive Director Choi’s neck.

Oh my gosh-

As the blades clashed and bounced off powerfully, Maru’s swordsmanship slid up along the curve of Executive Director Choi’s Japanese sword. In an instant, Maru’s waist was empty, and Executive Director Choi’s blade went deep into that space.

Whoosh-

Executive Director Choi frowned. It was a perfect waist. A waist that deflected the guy’s attack and went in. But the guy used his extraordinary athletic ability to dodge out of the blade’s range. It was literally an animal-like movement.

‘You beast. Come here.’

Executive Director Choi gently raised his knife to lure the man. Beasts will bite when they see an opening!

But he didn’t rush in during an opening.

Somehow, he was looking at Executive Director Choi with a look of regret and pity. He glanced at the Bowie knife he was holding, then glanced at Executive Director Choi again. The look in his eyes, visible through the bulletproof mask, was too much to call it the look of a murderer.

“No way, you! You dirty little bastard!”

Executive Director Choi charged forward as if to shake off the filth that was creeping up his back. Only then did the bastard react. A counterattack half a beat faster than the charge.

‘This is it. This is it.’

Executive Director Choi felt as if electricity had run through his chest and head. Considering the bastard’s athletic ability, he had expected that if he went on the offensive, he would definitely counterattack. And as expected, the long-awaited counterattack came.

Executive Director Choi’s center of gravity, which had been thrown forward, suddenly shifted backwards, and his entire body was hurled backwards.

‘Retreat head!’

The blade that Executive Director Choi swung drew a clean curve. A thrilling sensation that had never been felt in Executive Director Choi’s life swept through his entire body. The moment the blade fell toward Maru’s head, Maru’s head sank even lower.

A floor that extends forward in a deeply sunken position, as if level with the ground.

The head of Executive Director Choi, who had been flying away, pounded the space in vain, and the floor that disappeared into the empty space below slid backwards, stabbing Executive Director Choi’s instep.

Ugh!

Executive Director Choi’s scream pierced through the smoke and spread into the air.

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World General Hospital.

Dr. Ahn Ji-seong swallowed. Was the phenomenon that occurred under the microscope a miracle? No, what should I call it? It felt like having electrodes directly inserted into the brain and being shocked by electricity.

The moment the unidentified drug touched the injured tissue, the injured tissue began to heal at an incredible rate.

huh?

Dr. Ahn felt something was off as he looked at the healed cell tissue. Once he had doubts, he started to watch the recorded video over and over again.

Dr. Ahn was examining the healed area with maximum magnification. Click – he took a picture and saved it, then uploaded a picture of the cell tissue before the wound healed, and began comparing the two pictures.

“This is. This is.”

Oh my goodness. This was surprising in another sense. The bastards who made this medicine were clearly crazy.

[Dr. Ahn, this is Director Yoo calling.]

“Okay. Just a moment.”

[Director Yoo, your eyesight has gone blind.]

“Fuck. Go now. I’m going.”