Rust - Chapter 597



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RUST -597

President Den Brown was looking at the snowplows busily pushing away the snow that had piled up more than a meter. Unlike last year, they had prepared for the severe cold and heavy snow, but the amount of snow that had piled up by mid-December was not small.

If you clear 1m, another 1m will pile up. It wasn’t like last year when we just let it pile up and then sled around. Since it was confirmed that rats were tunneling under the snow, we had to protect the traffic network.

“What happened?”

“It’s not good. They’re destroying the repeaters while the snow is falling.”

The rats who were already cutting internet and power lines were now targeting repeaters as well.

“This is tricky.”

“Only attack when it snows. Even the crows and new drones that came as mercenaries from the Holy Kingdom are helpless.”

However, it was also problematic to deploy troops to protect the repeater installed on the roof of the building.

We sent platoons and companies of soldiers to protect the relay stations installed in high-rise buildings, but when the electricity went out, that was when hell began.

If it didn’t snow, you could use airships and escort crows to supply supplies on the rooftops, but if heavy snow and cold waves continued, you would have to walk up the stairs of a building with more than 50 floors to supply supplies. And you would have to be prepared for attacks by hordes of rats that could come out of nowhere.

In order to ensure stable supply, 40 to 50 soldiers had to be posted on each floor as guards in four shifts. A 50-story building would require a whopping 2,000 to 2,500 soldiers.

Just 10 buildings alone would have 25,000 people. To keep the communications network of New York City, let alone New York State, stable, at least 100,000 troops would have had to be embedded in the buildings.

Likewise, to respond strongly to crimes such as looting, arson, robbery, and murder that increase in the winter, at least 100,000 people were needed, excluding the police force.

There are 100,000 troops mobilized to keep rats and cockroaches from crawling out of the basement, to catch mutated monsters that appear around New York City, and to take on cannibalistic gangs, cartels, and mafias.

Behind the peaceful daily life, there were over 300,000 troops. Considering the police force that steadily increased to over 50,000, the total number was 350,000. They were guarding the city that never sleeps.

If you expand the area beyond New York City, there were nearly 800,000 people constantly mobilized, and if you look at the entire empire, there were up to 2 million troops and police in operation.

Two million may seem like a lot, but considering the three-shift system and one day of rest, even two million was not enough, which made General Dan Brown feel bad.

“The sacrifices in Seattle were too great.”

“······.”

I thought it was an opportunity to acquire cutting-edge technology including the F-22, but the battlefield in Seattle, which had become an ant hell, was so fierce that half of the troops recruited for the second cannibal suppression were lost.

What remained at the end of the bloody battle was a ruined Seattle, enormous human and material losses, and a scarred armistice.

‘It’s not that there’s nothing to be gained, but···.’

It wasn’t all loss, as the U+ program’s escape revealed a weakness in the control of the clone troop, and it was discovered that the clone troop could be controlled with powerful psychic waves.

“What happened to Vladimir’s side?”

“We are currently exterminating mutant rats in an abandoned factory area near the Brooklyn Navy Yard.”

Clones based on Vladinaru Kalin had clear strengths and weaknesses. The strength was that, unlike the original, they were easy to brainwash and addict, and the weakness was that, even after being brainwashed and addicted, they were difficult to control.

Just as the main body was not sure where it would go, the clones were also all unusual. In the end, it was only after Bladinaru had them directly controlled that they could be easily managed.

Her clone was so good that they wanted to use it even if it meant investing extra budget.

Unlike the main body, the sensitive drug reactivity was also sensitive to drugs that could be used as battle stimulants such as ‘Berserker Fall.’ and ‘Crystal.’

The moment the drug is administered, the user temporarily displays cannibal-level athletic ability. There are almost no side effects that ordinary people experience.

The deadly side effects, such as anger management problems, muscle loss with rapid weight loss, and brain damage, ended up as hysteria, excessive fat burning, temporary judgment, and emotional disorders.

“What about the battle memories you injected?”

“It seems to work fine in individual battles, but it doesn’t seem to work well in units.”

In order to use the clones quickly and properly, various combat memories were injected into them.

For easy mental link and control, the frame was taken from Vladinaru, but various memories were infused into it, including Director Yu’s war memories, and memories of being a martial artist and an assassin.

As a result, when looking at just one individual, they displayed abilities almost similar to those of a skilled soldier, an excellent martial artist, and a professional assassin.

“Is it the same when the main body commands?”

“According to Major Brooks’ report, the clones are being consumed too easily.”

At the mention of consuming clones like water, the corners of General Dan Brown’s eyes furrowed.

“They said they would give incentives based on the survival rate of the clones and the success of the operation.”

Better and more comfortable housing, including bonuses, promotions, and additional support.

“On the other hand, if you lose clones or fail an operation due to a command that is difficult to understand, you will be held responsible for it. Mainly financially.”

They are demanding that they be given reduced wages, subsidies, and even fines.

“All right.”

This decision was relayed to Naru, who was throwing the clones.

“Huh? An incentive?”

[Chiiik- That’s right. Depending on the success of the operation and the survival rate of the clones. Chiiik- The incentive will be determined. Chijijik-]

“Why are you telling me now? I just heard it, so you’re counting down from now on, right?”

[Cheeeeeek······.]

It was a ferry that was urging me in a hurry.

“Why aren’t you answering? I’m right, right? Since we’re talking about incentives, it’s right to start counting from now on, right? Right?”

[Beep- ···I will reflect this from the current time. Cheeeeek-]

Yes, this is the right America and capitalist empire.

Naru felt like she was going to feel better.

When it comes to incentives, isn’t it America, and when it comes to America, isn’t it performance-based pay?

If you watch the news from long ago, you’ll see that people on Wall Street in New York received performance bonuses in the hundreds of billions or even hundreds of billions.

If the gamblers got such huge incentives, how much more incentive would he get for carrying out the noble(?) mission to save New York City from the rats of death?

As she was turning the happiness circuit, there was an additional message from Major Brooks.

[Chiik- Likewise, if it is determined that the clones were wasted due to incorrect command, there will be a pay cut, fines, and a reduction in support. Beep-]

“······.”

It was a ferry where the feeling of rising suddenly plummeted.

In any case, the plan to push forward with human wave tactics was to stop.

“No entry. Wait at the entrance.”

For incentive, Naru started to squeeze her hair. And as she squeezed her hair with such concentration, the current situation was converted into a mental wave and transmitted to the clones.

With Naru’s thoughts and memories buried inside.

entire.

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Abandoned factory area outside the Navy Yard in Brooklyn, New York.

The thick smell of blood was building up and rising from the underground. The scent of blood, flowing back like sewer water, filled the surrounding area through the hole.

The smell of sewage, the smell of oil flowing from abandoned machinery, and the pungent smell of rust were all meaningless.

That’s why the mice with their keen sense of smell couldn’t find the clones hiding in the pile of dead mice.

The rats that had become smarter were put in the lead in reconnaissance. The rats that were old, sick, or had not grown properly were pushed forward.

It was clear that if they didn’t scout, they would become a meal for the warriors right there, so the rats that were pushed forward moved forward cautiously.

Bam-

Sizzle!

A rat with its hind legs caught in a trap was dragged to one side.

Sizzle! (Over there!)

The group that had been chasing the scout rats at a distance rushed towards the direction they had been dragged. In the empty space they had entered, the rats with their hind legs entangled in the trap were already corpses with their heads cut off.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! (Find it! It couldn’t have gone far!)

Before the rats gathered in the vacant lot could disperse, a net hidden in the red-stained mud rose up. A swarm of over a hundred rats fluttered, entangled in the net.

Kkieeee-

The sound of a net being raised along an H-beam.

The net made of sharp steel wire was tightened and the hide of the monster rat that had withstood the 9mm para bellum began to slowly be cut.

Kkadak-

Squeak-

Sizzle!

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The writhing rats were reduced to pieces of meat at the end.

Wooduk-

Ugh-

Suggestive-

Drops of blood dripping through the gaps in the instructor’s net began to turn into pieces of meat and severed intestines.

The seven clones who had been pulling the net shook their hands and exchanged signals with each other.

Whose turn is it this time?

Since I started out the other way, let’s start the other way this time.

Why should I go back in the same direction I was going?

If I turn around, you’re asking me to do it again?

Hey. Wait a minute.

The clones simultaneously felt a strong mental wave and grabbed their heads. The memories of the main body came rushing in like a flood.

Happy memories of my childhood.

Disgraceful incidents after the family was ruined

People who looked down on me and laughed

and

A strong memory.

There was a man in a meat processing warehouse who cut up dozens of his gang members with a meat processing knife.

Brother?

Brother?

···

Brother?

Brother?

···

family?

man?

The main body had a family.

There was even a person called older brother.

The memory of the old woman being a jerk to that being continued.

[···The person you just killed wasn’t a person?]

[No matter how bad it is, would you rather do it to your brother who just kills everyone he meets?]

[Why? Are you scared because I said I would report you?]

What does this mean?

Are you afraid of reporting?

Wasn’t killing and dying a natural thing?

That’s right. They’re all beasts and cannibals, they all kill and kill.

The clones, who had no information about the peaceful society, were confused by their main body’s memories.

But one thing was certain.

Body year

Crazy bitch

The clones genuinely questioned the main body’s mental state.

Look at that clean cut.

It was an exemplary swordsmanship.

Judging from Director Yu’s combat experience, and his experience as a fighter and assassin, his movements were a work of art.

Just light itself.

But the main character is having a fit there? I don’t know why, and even if there was a reason, why is he just clinging to a being of light and not thinking about learning how to use a sword?

The clones were indignant.

The memories of the previous year were of no use in living in this dusty world.

But isn’t the older brother the king?

Sensitivity to mental waves varied from individual to individual. Therefore, individuals that responded more sensitively to Naru’s mental waves were able to obtain more information.

king?

Are you the king?

Where are you, Your Majesty?

Holy Kingdom.

Everybody be quiet!

Where is the kid guarding the entrance?

No presence.

What about the link?

The entity sensitive to psychic waves scanned the surroundings, but did not sense the entity guarding the entrance.

doesn’t exist.

Go quickly.

who?

Go to next turn.

Was it a problem that I let my guard down for a moment due to the sudden surge of memories and information? Or was it that the tactic of the pack of rats, who threw away about a hundred of them as if they were being discarded, worked?

ah-

environment?

A group of rats approached the underground vacant lot that had turned into a red mud pit silently and began to make sounds of victory.

Sizzle-sizzle-sizzle!

Clang! Clang!

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Just as the probability of humans awakening increases in times of crisis, the probability of animals mutating also increases.

Since rats and cockroaches were relatively low on the food chain, the initial mutations were merely welcome protein providers.

The end of the fight to eat and be eaten. It was inevitable that unique individuals would emerge in the food chain. In particular, the mutation of rats had to be fast.

Carnivores larger than rats were also a problem, but since they were cannibals, death was always with them.

As a result, the mice mutated very quickly, becoming smarter, growing thumbs the size of a single small joint, and most importantly, gaining some understanding of human tools.

The rat-catching Olmu grabbed the retreating clone’s leg.

?!

Among the swarm of rats covering the fallen clones, there were rats holding sharp nails and rebar.

Like serfs who would knock a medieval knight off his horse and then thrust sharp stilettos into the gaps in his armor, they were rats who would drive sharp iron spikes into the windpipe and joints of the prone clones.

The rat, having figured out how to strip it, drove a metal spike into the clone’s Achilles tendon.

!!!

The main body’s mental waves fill the clone’s mind as he writhes in pain.

[I’m really dreaming.]

And the thoughts that followed.

[Each one is an incentive.]

Incentive?

The clone’s helmet was removed, and sharp spikes were thrust into his ear holes and eyes.