Rust - Chapter 74



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RUST -74

Maru checked the boat that was rocking back and forth.

There were bullet marks, but it didn’t look like it was flat or badly damaged. It was a boat I’d never seen before. It looked like a combination of a regular motorboat and a rubber boat? Anyway, the motor on the boat looked fine.

Maru tied the amphibious vehicle’s handle with rope and tape to fix its direction. He held it in the direction the catamaran was rocking and put it into automatic operation. Doo doo doo – The amphibious vehicle moved forward at a speed of about 5 km with a low sound. Maru quickly transferred to the motorboat.

after-

A little anxious. All I have is one sashimi and one Chinese meal. Two .45 caliber Glock 41s that Kim Yang had prepared for me, with six magazines. I also had an oxygen mask, but it became dull when I put it on. Whether it was a bullet or a knife, I used my instincts to dodge small shots, but if I got hit by an oxygen tank, that would be a disaster. So I only brought a bulletproof vest, a bulletproof mask, and bulletproof goggles that fit inside the bulletproof mask.

The motor on the boat made a loud noise.

Wheeeeeeeeing

Whoosh – A motorboat zooms forward, its front swoosh audible.

The front of the boat cut through the sea, and it felt strange. Something was unsettling. Was it because of the knife? Maybe it was. Was it because of the tear gas that had hit the catamaran? Was it because Yang Kim was crazy and might shoot Gi-sun? Was it because Yang Kim and Gi-sun were worried that they would get hit by the guys who were attached to them?

Damn.

Something felt strangely uneasy and unsettling. The waves felt sticky. The sea felt hard and then sloppy. Last time at the Japanese airport, the floor felt soft and sloppy, but now the sea was a mess. The water was hard and then sticky and then sloppy.

“Oh my god!”

Maru screamed loudly. The fishing boats, boats, and some on the motorboats heading towards the catamaran turned around when they saw Maru’s motorboat charging from the side.

Yeah, come. Come. Come.

Now I had to draw aggro. I wanted to somehow relieve my anxiety.

The boat Maru was riding on rushed towards a slightly larger fishing boat.

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The company managed Ms. Kim.

Just as a gun needs to be managed so that it doesn’t rust, Ms. Kim was literally an asset to the company that needed to be managed. That’s why she was able to survive. It was not only because she was good at it, but also because the company backed her up and managed it for her.

And now, without backup and without anyone to manage her, Ms. Kim was burning. The brightest candle burns out the fastest.

My right arm, which was in a cast, hurt. I took two painkillers.

The world was still shrouded in fog. Time had clearly passed. What were they doing here?

What about backup at work? Ah- not at work anymore.

Kim Yang hit the gas masked man in the face again and again with her casted right arm. A dull thud settled into the smoke. The man staggered from the impact to his face, and the gun in Kim Yang’s left hand fired.

Knock! Knock!

One shot under the chin. One shot on the temple.

Drops of blood fell from his right arm, as if the stitches had burst.

Tick!

Ah- I forgot the cartridge. The Walther P22 had a small magazine capacity. While the Glock 17 or 19 held 17 rounds, the Walther P22 only held 10. But there was nothing I could do. There weren’t many guns that could control the recoil with just my left hand. And it was the only gun that had a silencer at the time.

There was a commotion on the other side of the smoke. Ms. Kim crouched down and pulled the trigger toward the other side. A series of indifferent clicks came out of the gun barrel. The noisy other side became quiet.

How many shots did you shoot? 7? 8?

Kim Yang felt a little blurry. It was partly because of the smoke, but she also felt a little dizzy. It felt like all the strength was draining from her body.

Because of the smoke from the tear gas, Kim Yang’s consciousness went back to the past. She was lost in the hunger and pain of the past, but ironically, it was the pain and hunger that brought her back to reality.

My head was dizzy. My arms moved like a frog’s spinal cord reflex, and my fingers pulled the trigger. The man’s head, hit once in the head, turned around and returned to its original position. The .22 caliber bullet, which had missed, did not penetrate the man’s skull.

I’m dead

A man who just pushes in.

Blurry vision. The casted right arm swung reflexively again. The casted fist went into the counter. The mind that had been dazed by the pain that felt like it was going to tear came back sharply. The left finger pulled the trigger twice and then the gun became empty.

The fingers that were changing the magazine trembled slightly. If I change it now, there will be one magazine left. The other side of the thick smoke was noisy with the voices of people.

I want to live.

I want to live, but can I live? Why do I want to live?

After all, you were a bitch sold out by your parents? What did you want to do while you were alive?

I want to eat something delicious. I want to sleep in a soft bed.

Wasn’t that happiness?

Knock. Knock.

A drop of blood fell from his casted right arm.

My arms were heavy. I couldn’t raise either one very well.

Kim Yang took a step forward with blurry eyes. She needed more bullets. Were there bullets down there?

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Whoosh- whoosh- whoosh-

The inside of the oxygen mask was filled with vapor that appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

Ki-soon tried to calm his ragged breathing, but it wasn’t easy. It was wider than a regular yacht, but it was still a wheelhouse. I really thought I was going to die. The top turned and I briefly used Berserker, but wasn’t Berserker a close range attack? If a long-range attacker charged in with Berserker, wasn’t that asking to be killed?

‘I’m dying. Shit. I just wanted to keep my position.’

What if another grenade explodes inside? What if I can’t react as quickly as I did just now? All the other chairs were fixed in the first place. There was only one chair that could move, and since I used it to block the grenade, there was no next time.

Like it or not, he had to go outside and fight the guys coming to the control room. After he went outside and made a fuss while he was at it, the enemies were quiet. When the enemies didn’t attack, Ki-sun felt more discouraged.

A few minutes? I don’t know how much time had passed, but my breathing was getting faster and my hands holding the 9mm submachine gun were shaking.

‘Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!! It’s okay. I’m okay! I’m okay. Damn it, Kim Ki-soon, are you shaking? Why are you shaking? Are you trying to be a retard? Stop it. I told you not to shake!’

Ki-sun bit back his breathing, which was becoming increasingly rough. He grabbed the gun and hit his arm, which was beginning to tremble.

The sound of waves breaking, the wind had gotten stronger, and the tear gas smoke that had been covering the catamaran had thinned out considerably. My vision had cleared up a little. Through that open vision, I could see Ms. Kim.

Miss Kim looked dazed somewhere. She showed dazedness sometimes, but this time it was different. She staggered. Then she became normal for a moment, and then staggered again. She looked so precarious that I thought she might fall over the railing.

‘Should I bring you here?’

No. If he went near there and said he was bringing them, he could have been mistakenly shot. Ki-sun was about to yell at them to come over, but he kept his mouth shut.

As Kim Yang walked away, the men rushed in front of her. Two men wielding a knife and an axe rushed toward Kim Yang. Perhaps because they were wearing bulletproof vests, the two men covered their faces as they ran toward Kim Yang.

Kim Yang fired bullets into the center of the two men with amazing reflexes, and then carefully hit them in the head to confirm the kill. Ki-soon thought it was a good thing that he didn’t call them and didn’t go, seeing Kim Yang carelessly firing bullets into the center of the men, avoiding the areas protected by bulletproof vests.

In the corner, Ki-soon’s eyes saw a gun barrel slightly protruding from the cockpit on the third floor. The gun barrel moved around as if it was looking around here and there, and then it began to fix its direction in the direction that Kim Yang was moving. Kim Yang was walking unsteadily, and only a few steps were left until she reached Ki-soon.

It was Ms. Kim who wasn’t even wearing a bulletproof helmet. She must have worn a bulletproof vest, right? I told her to wear one. Since she’s drunk, she’ll shoot me reflexively. Contrary to her thoughts, Ki-soon’s body reacted first.

“Miss Kim. Get down!”

Ki-sun screamed, jumped up, and ran towards Ms. Kim.

There was a brief flash of sparks, and then my head rang. The impact felt through the bulletproof helmet. Ki-soon gritted his teeth and took another step. A heavy impact hit below his navel.

I thought of a foreign news tuber who said that a .22 caliber is like a slingshot and is used to catch rabbits and birds. What the hell. The truth is that whether it’s a .22 caliber or a .38 caliber, if you hit someone at close range, they’ll both die.

As I tried to hug Kim Yang tightly, her head turned around. It felt like she had been hit with a thick hammer. She turned around again. The weak punches were repeated over the oxygen mask worn by Ki-soon. Droplets of blood splattered over the transparent mask. It was the blood splattering from Kim Yang’s casted right arm.

Ki-sun ignored her and pulled Kim Yang into a hug.

At the same time, a heavy impact extending from the back of the head to the shoulders.

I’m not dead. I’m alive.

It was a good thing I wore two layers of bulletproof vest.

It was good that you didn’t forget to wear your bulletproof helmet.

The gunshots continued.

A pain so severe that it feels like it might break.

Teasing!

And then there was a sound like something hitting metal.

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!!

What the fuck?!

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Maru, who had jumped up, came down from the air.

The bow of a small fishing boat with five people on board suddenly sank into the water and then rose again. The boat rocked back and forth. Two people were thrown overboard, and two others were left hanging on the railing, entangled.

Chuck- 45 caliber Glock 41 drawn in both hands. Two guns fired. Maru’s face crumpled. The gunshots were too loud. My eardrums were freezing. The cute Walther P22 with a silencer that Kim Yang used only made a small thud sound…

He finished off one of the men who was hanging on to the helm of the fishing boat that had been thrown up by the recoil. Maru ran straight from the bow to the stern of the small fishing boat.

The muscles in my lower body squirmed with power. The rectus femoris, vastus lateralis, intermedius, gastrocnemius, tibialis anterior… all of those lower body muscles expanded and contracted with each step on the floor.

puck

The stern of the fishing boat crashed into the sea as Maru jumped.

Maru jumped high and fired his guns at the motorboats below. Those on board were startled by Maru’s jump and stared blankly into the sky before getting shot.

Bam!

As the nearby motorboat landed like a hammer, the motorboat, unable to withstand the impact, broke in the middle. Maru was pushed back up before the boat completely sank. The middle of the boat, which had been slightly bent, broke completely. Maru then jumped onto a slightly larger boat and fired bullets at the struggling enemies.

“I··· I···”

“Huh? Huh? Huh!”

“Wake up!”

“What are you doing! Shoot!”

They seemed to have come to their senses only after three ships had been plundered in an instant, and they began shooting at the deck.

Tick!

Tick!

The magazine empties in an instant. This is why I hate guns.

Maru holstered his Glock 41 and drew his sashimi and Chinese knife. Small motorboats and rubber boats began to swarm the medium-sized boat Maru was riding.

Okay, I drew aggro.

Maru took a deep breath and checked the condition.

Jumping from boat to boat was more physically demanding than I thought. Was it because I had to jump high and far in one go? If I had only dealt with three boats, then… It was hard to have any energy left to deal with them all.

Let’s put the neutralizer in. Okay, let’s put it in.

What was important now was not overheat management but time.

The catamaran, which had been desperately moving left and right, had stopped rocking left and right and was moving slowly. The occasional gunshots confirmed that Ki-sun and Kim were alive.

‘Just hold on a little longer. Just a little longer.’

Kwajik!

The deck of the medium-sized boat shattered and footprints were left behind. At the same time, Maru’s body flew high into the air.