Chapter. 10 Lead and Silver Coins (26)
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October 23. 06:00 AM / In front of the administration garage.
“Eh…. The body of the car was covered with the non-penetrating material used for tank tops. The wheels were replaced with soft, high-elasticity metal tires to prevent punctures, and the car body shield, which used to be a mobile shield, was built with its performance improved by about 2 levels, and the automated turret was also…” “
….Can this roll?”
“Of course, acceleration and top speed have been reduced by about 30%, but against snipers using titanium-coated ferromagnetic bullets, this level of contrast…” “
Then leave alone the modifications made by the administration… Ian, that idiot. “Let’s take out all the parts that were glued together.”
“Nonsense! Type 2 is swarming around like a B-grade zombie movie, so why not remove the front shredder? Have you not even seen the movie? no! “You’re going to turn the Devastator I put so much effort into into just a turtle!”
“That turtle is 20% faster than the fin de siècle concept car you made, you idiot! “We’ll be leaving in 30 minutes, so bring everything by then!”
October 23rd. AM 7:00 / Area 38 Dome Entrance
“Bah, Professor Park… that shiny thing on top of the Mushroom Rock. “Is this really what I know?”
“uh. It all looks like scope reflection. Those bastards have no intention of hiding. Since they know that mutants will flock in and block the road due to the noise of the vehicles anyway, they are planning to go unilaterally against our trucks, which are crawling like slugs. I’m thinking of dragging you into a war of attrition. If the battery stored in the vehicle runs out, we lose. If we join the reinforcements while avoiding power consumption as much as possible, we will win. “How well the variant sticks will be the difference between victory and defeat.”
“Hehehe. Look. “I did a good job attaching my shredder parts, right?”
“What a fucking stubborn thing. I don’t know dude. Because of that, if the battery runs out first, do it yourself.”
October 23rd. AM 11:00
Pakang – Kwasik!
“You got it right! Car number 2! Oil leaking! “The fuel tank was hit!”
“How can this damn tank break through so well! Wear a mask and step on it no matter what! We have to somehow get to the valley in Area 37! If we lose even one of the two trucks here, our breakthrough power will be weakened and we will all die!”
“These damn damn snipers…!”
“Don’t go out! Hey Ian!”
“Stay! Those bastards also have to avoid mutants, so the sniping positions will be limited! “How can I just blow up that high ground…!”
Shuhuaaaah!
Coooooo! Kurrrrr…
“It’s stopped! “We caught the sniper!”
“It’s your chance! Turn off the shield and raise the bubble! “Push it with a crushing vehicle and bounce it at full speed!”
“You’re doing such a damn thing right from the very beginning… Please take care of my side! “Push!”
October 25th. PM 2:00
“Geuaaaa!”
“Shut it off! “Kwaaaa- eon!”
“…Don’t even make a sound.”
“…It’s cold. want to go home.”
“me too. “Now, whenever something sparkles nearby, my heart feels like it’s going to jump out.”
“You nasty bastards. “I tried to ignore the Mugler spirit, but instead of killing him, he came alive and followed me.”
“Let’s go a little further. The executive branch won’t be able to chase you further than a certain distance. “The situation is different from us, who carry supplies by truck.”
“Damn it. Why are those bastards trying to harass us? “A bounty hunter and an elite sniper of the executive branch that is several levels worse than that!”
“I assure you, one of the four of us should at least go to a brave shaman and try to heal him. “Everything I do gets messed up in one way or another.”
October 26th. District 37. The entire group’s survival area.
“What the fuck! elephant?”
“Jump! “It’s an unidentified type 3 variant!”
October 27th. District 37. tunnel.
“It feels strange because the sound is echoing. “It feels like someone is whispering in my ear.”
“….what?”
“mister. The man is calling me hehehe-”
“!!!!! Ian! Check out the Vex mask right now! “I think I was hit by cave fern spores!”
“Damn it! The back is torn! “Get some extra masks out of car number 2, Ezel!”
“Hehehehehehehe. A rat-sized bastard, hehehehe.”
October 28th. District 36. Independence Hall.
“A new survivor! “It’s a building-level shield!”
“You worked hard to get through this harsh wasteland. “These are terrible times.”
“Oh yeah. Thank you for your hospitality…”
“But it may not be more terrible than the suffering of the settlers. “Let me mark it here on the map.”
“Oh, how many times do I tell you I won’t do it, Mr. Preston!” I’m not doing it! “I just tell you to turn on your cloak and hold on!”
October 29th. Open land.
“It’s a snow storm!!”
“It’s a green blizzard!”
“If you face something like that head on, your battery will die! Take out all the plasma grenades! “The high heat of the plasma disrupts the storm’s air current layer and passes through it!”
“Someone is going to throw in the grenades!”
“Ezeel! “Exosuit dispatch!”
“Sniff. A mother whose face I don’t even know…. It’s so hard to live….”
Kiwooung- Clap!
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October 30th. 3:45 AM / Area 35.
Quad deuk!
The feeling of a human body breaking apart in your hands. Now I’m so used to it that I don’t feel disgusted or anything. but. After the automatic turret’s gun barrel melted and its penetration power was lost, they couldn’t even think of using explosives. Three days to use the few remaining silencers sparingly or to dismount and personally kill most of those who approached. In the meantime, there will be well over 100 mutants that have been crushed with the left hand.
driveway. Supply too. A situation where physical and mental fatigue is at its limit.
Taaaang!
A sharp gunshot penetrated my fainting mind. There is no way the executive branch would have followed us this far.
Even if I just looked at it, it seemed like there would be 2 or 3 Horde within a 100 meter radius. Gunfire here. It felt like the world was collapsing.
“I don’t even have the energy to curse… Is that you?”
“The gun was heavy, so I put it in the cargo hold.”
“Then you?”
“Do the damn thing…. “If I was going to do it, I started with Cremore.”
“Me neither… I still have half a pack of exosuit batteries left…” “
… Is it a hallucination?”
Taaang –
I hear it again. It’s not that far… Wait a minute. Far away? Gunshots ringing out not from us but from someone else? regularly? And only with short hair?
For a moment, realization struck like a flash of light in my mind, which was beeping like a broken computer.
They are not shooting in our direction, and firing just one shot like that is meaningless as it will only attract mutants. Even the stupidest survivor wouldn’t do something like that.
Nevertheless, if there is a case where you shoot one shot at a time like that to make the whole neighborhood cry….
“He was doing that on purpose….”
“Tell me about it…. Professor Park. “My brain has been telling me there is a general strike two days ago.”
“They’re intentionally drawing mutants towards them with gunfire! Turn on the Ezel exosuit communicator! right now!”
“Uh huh!”
Taaang-
Another regular sound of gunshots and the sound of the exosuit communicator crackling rang in my ears like a small ember and
[Crackling- EZ-007. Respond. EZ-007. This is channel 47-F. Respond whether the vehicle identified in the signal is a BDSM vehicle. Crackling – repeat. Here, I received an order to join the 47-F Channel Caravan BDSM. Respond. EZ-007.]
Both Vex, who was picking off the adjacent mutant, and Ian, who was striking the mutant with the butt of his broken gun, were momentarily frozen by the contents of the communication.
Ezel picked up the suit’s receiver with trembling hands.
“Woah, this is EZ-007. Agent Ezel Raiden of the 47th District Inspection Department. Supported…with BDSM.”
Chiik-
[Voice confirmed. Thank you for your hard work, EZ-007. We were debating whether we should go to District 36 for support due to the higher-than-expected number of mutants, but it seems like it was a lost cause for the hero team. Mutants are being drawn this way, so join us quickly. 47-F Out.]
Chiik –
The communication went out and in an instant, the group was left in a place filled with only the sound of the wind and strange groans.
“I lived….”
“I lived.” Break through that damned mutant den that looks like the Land of the Dead! “I made it all the way here after getting through those snipers who looked like they were holding a scope with a stone sniper!”
“Uh-huh! Wow! “Koooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
Behind the group cheering as if they had been rescued from the abyss of despair, an explosion of noise could be heard as District 47 reinforcements wiped out mutants.
Kuaaaaang!
“Hey, step on it! “Nothing to worry about now!”
“It’s back too! “I’m back in the arms of District 47!!!”
Two trucks painted almost dark red sped through the forest of collapsed buildings. When they came out to the open area created by the bombing, what they encountered was a field station built in the style of the Great War.
October 30th. 4:00 AM / Area 35 Dome Garrison. BDSM joining completed.
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“Professor Park? Have you woken up already? “He will not rest any longer.”
“If I had had time to rest, I wouldn’t have thought of rushing like this. So, what do you think when you come here?”
“….Not good.”
Just three hours after arriving at the garrison. After sleeping as motionless as a dead person, I went straight to the commander’s barracks. What struck me again was when I looked at those bastards from District 38 and saw the Dome soldiers from District 47 who were each captured, I realized that even in the same dome, there could be such a difference. 30 combat modified vehicles. Likewise, 10 trucks modified for combat use and loads of supplies. Even now, there is a constant explosion of noise outside the garrison, so it seems like they are planning to reduce the number of variants near the garrison, as the supply is overflowing.
“I don’t think we need to worry too much about the combat power of Happy Blind itself. However, there is something quite disturbing around their base. “Let’s see for yourself.”
A man who treated me with respect even though he was the commander of the volunteer force, probably because the president had told me in advance. The video record he held out was playing a video that appeared to have been shot by a drone.
A defense facility made of a 5-meter-long fence made of piled stones and iron pipe wire with sharply cut ends. There were mounted crossbows lined up on top of it, and there were a few manual turrets, but with the current strength of our troops, it was not worth worrying about.
The problem is the variants lined up in front of it. Mutants with different appearances, such as those with abnormally large jaws or inflated like balloons, were wandering around in front of the flimsy defense facility.
“As you can see, they are all unidentified objects. “To be considered a type 3, it is almost similar to a type 2, but to be considered a type 2, it has a clear individuality… If there are variables, I think they are them.”
“Type 2.5… I thought we would have secured quite a bit of it. Did you collect that much? Commander. “How much do you know about the cause of the current situation?”
“I understand that the enemy forces have stolen important technology from our troops to create wide-area contamination weapons. “I was told that it can be blocked with a bubble shield, and to keep in mind the possibility that soldiers hit by the weapon may betray themselves.”
It seems like the president gave some information. However, as a commander who did not know the overall situation, there was a high possibility of misjudgment.
“Commander. “What is my level of command in this garrison now?”
“He’s higher than me. “The president told me that if I join, I will have to completely follow Professor Park’s judgment.”
“….great. “Then let’s come up with a battle plan.”
Military hologram plan. On the hologram that created a 3D map based on the video taken by the drone, the professor wrote in large letters [Normal variant] [Type 2.5] [District 38 enforcement] [Type 3 variant? The words ‘W claw unidentified’ were written on it.
Holographic plan drawings and military barracks. People in military uniform and thick cigarette smoke.
The professor suddenly felt as if he had returned to Tokusatsu from six years ago.
‘….It’s not good.’
Because that meant the same thing as feeling the thick smell of blood. An ominous premonition that no matter who it is, a huge number of people will die. It was not a fact deduced through logical grounds, but a feeling that had become ingrained in me as I lived and died.
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Snap. Chagak. Kiririk-
“They have arrived.”
Let’s go. Ji profit.
“Li Xue. Are you listening? “If we are late, our plans will be disrupted.”
“I know, adaptor. Although the old man is the leader of the blind, he is not deaf. “I can hear the ruthless steel of the past shattering the world all the way from here.”
Happy Blind Central. This is a tall temple built purely by the hands of people of this era, not a building built in the past.
The only trace of cutting-edge technology is the Happy Blinds, which you can’t find even if you wash your eyes, but for some reason, the leader’s room, called ‘Eyes’, on the top floor of the church’s temple, was lined with cutting-edge equipment comparable to the Dome’s research facility.
“…Collector. “Maybe she saw something about us?”
“Unfortunately. She is a collector, not a seer. “Maybe once this is over, she’ll collect the results.”
“It’s going to be hard to get over it, right?”
“maybe. “I don’t know if we had had a little more time, but District 47’s response was too quick.”
“is it so. You won’t be able to stop it. Not us, not Raptors, not anyone else. No one can stop the ghosts of the past…”
An old woman reassembling, sewing, and welding a box that is about a arm’s length. She stroked the box with eyes as deep as a well. I felt a quiet pulse. The pulse of a new era emerging.
A bright blue fire lit up in his dying eyes.
“That’s why we have to stop it. Since the Raptors have been greatly defeated, there will be no force that can stand against them for the time being. In the meantime, they are increasing their power, passing on old knowledge… and maybe they will truly recover some of their past prosperity. “We need to stop them now before they grow any further.”
Step by step. Step by step. Step by step.
She spoke to the man in the white suit standing next to her, holding the box in his arms.
“No matter what it takes.”
6 years ago. All the little hesitation that remained in her heart disappeared that day when all her colleagues studying Orpheus were killed in an explosion.
A world completely rotten and twisted. Now that most of the old world has been burned to the ground, this may be the only opportunity to put the world right. God’s last chance.
Even if it meant washing away the blood with tears, she was willing to do it.
“I will be with the shepherds. “Please take care of them while we evacuate the sheep and prepare the crates.”
“Gladly. In fact… I had a hard time coaxing my new brothers because they had a hard time suppressing their impulsiveness.”
Behind W’s coughing laughter, about five or six shadows followed.
“I hope today will be a memorable and worthwhile day, brothers.”
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