Episode 378 The Hound of New Wave (2) The
dreamlike Christmas passed in the blink of an eye.
And again, the living hell labor began as usual.
…earth! …Kaang! …earth!
The sound of prisoners breaking stones and digging up dirt everywhere. The sound of sulfur gas and steam lava spewing out is loud.
After the discovery of a mysterious explosive in Rebel Nine’s workshop, the landscape of work has changed a little.
Previously, the guards formed a panopticon-shaped formation to watch the prisoners, but this time, the guards moved to the border area instead of the central area.
It was because of Colonel Dordium’s order to keep the guards as far away from explosives as possible.
In addition, there was also a strategic aspect to more easily subdue the prisoners who cause a riot in a momentary chaotic atmosphere with concentrated fire.
However, it is unavoidable that large and small errors occur in the process of changing the original system.
The response of the guards, who were usually able to intervene immediately in the event of laziness or quarrels or disputes between prisoners, was slowing down a little while adapting to the changes in the system.
“…”
And Bikir, who noticed such a change, was keeping an eye on a person early on.
“……Fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking.”
cool He had been a little strange since we met at the diner yesterday on Christmas Day.
His gaze, which was usually down from the top as if looking down on others, now looks up from the bottom.
Bloodshot eyes, crab foam around his mouth, swear words recited like a mantra, and obsession with ‘him’ made him look like a certain madman.
And lunchtime soon arrived.
While all the prisoners were taking a 10-minute break, he went into the canyon between the red rocks and pulled out his hair, not mingling with anyone.
“What happened. How did this happen…”
He was biting his fingernails over his fingernails.
“Queen, boss, what happened to this? You said you would bring it out. Why haven’t you contacted me for two years? You definitely told me to go to New Wave and serve ‘him’. You said you would definitely take it out. I failed to see him because I couldn’t go in, but you can’t let him go like this. Why won’t you come to rescue me? When can I get out of here, please from this hellish labor…
” Despite being torn apart and covered in blood, the muttering of the murmur does not stop.
Meanwhile, Bikir was overhearing such a murmur from afar.
‘……The taste is gone.’
He was originally a bit of a weird guy, but not to that extent.
Apparently, he seems to have infiltrated this place with some purpose like Vikir.
However, there was a crucial difference between Bikir and Sitt.
Bikir does not assume the help of others for his goals.
I just silently handle everything alone.
On the other hand, he is in a position where he has to eagerly wait for someone else’s help to achieve his goal.
This caused a big difference between the two.
‘This is the difference between a predator and a prey.’
Vikir leaned against the wall and watched her quietly.
Meanwhile, Sick began to show signs of increasing instability.
“It’s been quite a while and I haven’t heard from you. That’s because the boss abandoned me. The boss abandoned me. There’s no news from the outside at all. That’s because I couldn’t go to Level 9. going to be.”
Right then.
Tuwoo-
The sound of horns informed that the labor resumed.
I could hear the guards shouting.
“Here’s the start of slavery!”
“Work quickly, scumbags!”
“Do you want to lose!? Move now!”
Those cries further stimulated Shikkeur, who was already in an unstable state.
“…”
With her lips tightly closed, her eyes were bloodshot.
A captain-level guard who was passing by said something like that.
“Hey! What are you doing there! Hurry up!”
And those words decisively hit the detonator.
“Quaaaaaaaaaagh!”
Sudden screams and seizures.
It rolled its bulging eyes and turned its head, baring its teeth at the terrified guard.
Wadeuk- Fuhwaak!
After biting off the tip of his tongue, a huge amount of blood began to spurt out of his mouth.
A stench that stings the nose. A thick red mist filled with the energy of plague was scattered.
“Huh!?”
The guard, who had shouted at the first one, took a stunned step backwards without knowing why.
And Bikir, who saw it, finally took his back off the rock wall.
‘It’s started.’
It was time to put the first button on the New Wave prison break.
* * *
The riot caused by the inmates on the 8th basement floor of Level 8 was a big enough incident.
Needless to say, it is the so-called lieutenant-level junior guards who are difficult to respond to even if field guards come.
However, the position of the guards was not very good at present.
Due to Colonel Dordium’s orders, the surveillance ranks of the Panopticon structure have been reversed, and the guards have not yet fully adapted to the new system.
That’s why most of the guards stationed around Shikkot were low-level guards.
At most, one captain and twelve or three or four lieutenants, the rest being second lieutenants.
“It’s level 8 shit! He started a riot!”
“It’s not enough on our own!”
“Damn it, at least Colonel Bastille should come!?”
Its power is also powerless, but the fountain of plague blood it exudes is a threat itself.
Moreover, the roar like a wild beast that was radiating madly in the red fog was perfect for creating an atmosphere of fear.
“What should I do?”
A guard wearing a fresh captain’s rank shivered and said.
However, there is not a single guard higher in rank than him here.
For the first time, he had to realize that not all ranks are good.
Right then.
“I have to buy time.”
Someone stepped forward bravely.
Kirko. Lieutenant Kirko Grim.
Due to her brilliant achievements, she was promoted from second lieutenant to lieutenant, and was staring straight at her seniors who were higher in rank than herself.
“Let’s all scatter and call the field-level guards while someone stays and deals with that prisoner. That’s the only way.”
“Ha but who’s going to stay here against that monster. I think I’m going crazy right now.”
No matter how neatly he is wearing BDSM handcuffs and shackles, the aura of plague that it exudes is still threatening.
There was no way anyone would rush to fight when they might be infected with some kind of plague.
at that time.
“I’ll stay.”
Kirko said firmly.
She pulled a long sword from her waist and slung it over her shoulder.
“I’ll try to buy as much time as possible, so seniors, please bring someone who has the ability to resolve this situation as soon as possible.”
At Kirko’s words, the other guards began to notice each other.
“That’s right. If it’s Kirko…”
“That guy is a lieutenant, but he’s better than most captains.”
“That’s right. If you look at your skills, you can say that you are a high-ranking executive.”
“Okay! Kirko, you stay. We’ll go quickly and bring in reinforcements!”
“Don’t forget your brave sacrifice! It will definitely be reflected in the personnel evaluation at the end of the month!”
Soon, everyone runs out without saying who is first.
Only Kirko, who had no juniors or subordinates, just stood there watching the seniors and classmates who were leaving.
and soon.
Whoop-hook-
I felt the sound of rough breathing trembling with anxiety from behind.
Kirko swallowed dry saliva and slowly turned her head.
Behind it is probably a plague monster that has gone mad.
And it is impossible to completely subdue him with Kirko’s skills.
‘But I have no choice but to do it.’
It is better for one person to venture out than for all to die.
I will oxidize fiercely here rather than cheating among those who notice that they will live with each other.
After making up her mind, Kirko looked back with fierce eyes.
Eventually, beyond the red mist, I saw a blurry shadow approaching.
And at the same time, Kirko’s eyes widened.
“……Grim?”
Yes.
The sound of breathing deep with trembling legs.
The one who remained behind Kirko was Garm Nord’s so-called ‘stupid Garm’.
“Why didn’t you go?”
“How can I leave motivation…”
The ment itself wasn’t bad, but maybe it was because his voice was trembling as much as his legs, so it didn’t feel very cool.
The moment Kirko lets out a heavy sigh.
“Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
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Where Kirko and Gareum hurriedly turned their heads, they were standing there with tears of blood flowing from their eyes.
Eyes that were so wide open that they were torn apart. A mouth that was torn down to both ears. To the dirty drool that drips.
“Yes. Kill them all and leave here. Kkeukkeuk-”
Anyone could see that he had completely gone mad.
