Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 170

Chapter. 10 Lead and Silver Coins (24)

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“But why are we in such a hurry? The inspection department caught everything. “There’s no need to just pick a back alley and run away like a chased person, right?”

“That’s absolutely not the case, that’s why it’s sticking out like this. “What we caught were all the equivalent of tower management troops, and the real agents are probably on fire right now.”

The reason things went well on the tower side was partly because each member of the group had exceptional skills, but 70% of the time it was because of good timing. Those guys who claim to be working in the inspection department were on an operation to resolve the series of bad news that happened to them recently.

“Looking inside, there were a lot of beds and personal items. Didn’t they choose the radio tower as their new headquarters after the eastern explosion? Looking at the current situation, you would have left at least some defense troops, right?”

“Even though we couldn’t identify the enemy, the turret was alive anyway. The moment an intruder engages in hostile action, more than 130 rounds of 7.62mm bullets are fired per second. Since 7 bullets weigh roughly 9.5 grams… just by weight alone, there were hundreds of crazy turrets that fired 1.2 kg of lead bullets per second, but they probably didn’t pay much attention to the defense of the base. “Well, I guess you didn’t know that you could neutralize it with just a lighter.”

Although they are said to be rotten, they are in charge of one axis of the power of the District 38 Dome. We only killed the attacking enemies, but we didn’t track down and eliminate all the troops in the tower, so there are definitely some who survived, and who created that mess will soon be found out.

Crash!

‘Footsteps in the alley!’

Footsteps heard from ahead. As if he had no intention of hiding it, the sound of his nervous breathing and the reflected light from the metal were reflected in the alley.

“Hey! die!”

Whoa!

thirteen? Fourteen years old? The boy holding the blade wrapped in cloth went crazy and before he could even swing the weapon in his hand, Ian kicked him and sent him flying. Vex frowned, but no one criticized his actions. Anyway, I said ‘die’ with my own mouth.

“…You’re a kid, right? Don’t people who live on the streets usually distinguish between those they should attack and those they shouldn’t?”

“I guess there’s a bounty on it.”

“Use it. “For some reason, yesterday, the guy from the inspection department was talking about how rich he was.”

As the spokesperson for the Ministry of Inspector General who visited last night said, their power was not the radio towers they occupied or the agents, but money. The enormous financial power that comes from a group of merchants in collusion with power. They probably put up a large bounty as soon as they found out about the attack.

‘And if those rich guys really decided to put a bounty on it…’

Pit-Shuung

Pereook!

“It’s a sniper!”

“2 o’clock house! “On the rooftop or around the third floor!”

“Fearless 2 o’clock! check!”

There was the sound of a bullet cutting through the wind, and fragments flew from the back wall.

The group quickly recites the sniping direction and takes cover in a blind spot.

The professor took a quick look at the atmosphere outside and extended his hand out of the alley.

Kaga-ga-gang! Pak! Pak!

“…Seonsundee?”

Bullets raining down as soon as the left hand is revealed. The hit rate was also good, and the response wasn’t bad as it stopped immediately after firing for a short time. Since there were no scratches, I guess I thought it was a model bait or something rather than a hand.

‘Tsk. If I had shot more, I would have definitely identified the location.’

I had a rough idea of the location, but snipers specialize in shooting and moving, so in cases where they couldn’t attack right away, the roughly determined location wasn’t very useful information.

“….One on the roof of the building with an awning on the first floor across from one. I don’t know the location, but there are three snipers on another rooftop. “They’re a bit of a hit.”

“Now that I think about it, the kids here said that they prefer sniping because as long as there is a hole in the shield, a radioactive kill is guaranteed. “The goal-scoring guys are here.”

Ezel raises his rifle with a nervous expression. Although he did pick it up, he was seen biting his lip with an expression full of dissatisfaction, as if he knew that it was useless against snipers positioned on high ground.

“They eat bullets… There is no way the inspection department has already arrived… Are they partners?”

“fellow trader?”

“uh. Caravan. Scavenger. You, too, have gone out to do business, killed everyone, and retrieved the goods. If you go out with a gun and sell things, you’re a caravan. If you shoot and kill and steal things, you’re a scavenger. “If you chase bounties, you’re a bounty hunter.”

I remembered that there were quite a few other people besides us at the caravan accommodation we stayed in yesterday. These people are stranded here, unable to move due to the explosion of variants outside. I have to go out to sell things right now, but I’m stuck in the city and forgetting about money, so I feel upset.

Push! Push!

Green onions!

“Ugh fuck!”

As I was measuring the time to leave, I heard the frustrating sound of the silencer going off, and then debris hit the wall behind me and Ian lost his balance and stumbled.

“You’re right?!”

“…I passed by. There’s a guy who grinds ricochets! Security window on the second floor on the left!”

While Ian took out a styptic and applied it to his thigh, Bex jumped out and flew towards the entrance of the building on the other side.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

Pit Shuung- Pit Shuung-

Bullets splashing dust following the footsteps of Vex as if they had been waiting.

“….These crazy bastards want to see each other!”

When Ian, whose uniform pants were covered in blood and white powder, threw a grenade at the entrance of the building, the booby trap flew away with the explosion, and the shadow of the Vex was seen piercing through the smoke.

Within a few seconds, a bloody hand came out of the security window where the sniper was. A sign that you caught it.

Ian growled, pulling a grenade launcher from his bag.

“…These kids here are dirtier than the trash in our neighborhood. I’m not a guy who just knows how to pull the trigger. “If you hurry, you’ll get in trouble.”

“If you don’t hurry, you’ll really get into trouble, right? There will be people who saw our car heading towards the administration in the morning. As long as they know our route, they will continue to gather if we give them time. Fortunately, a bounty has just been placed, so this is the only number we have.”

“Then… the only answer is to force a breakthrough.”

Slam!

Tung –

A bullet flew from a grenade launcher and hit the wall of a shabby building.

Quaaaang!

Patter!

Between the thick smoke spreading and debris pouring down like rain, suppressive fire was fired accurately towards the alley where the group was located.

These guys knew how to deal with them from a distance so well that it was really annoying.

Pabababak! Cheer up! Cheer up!

“Ugh! “Those fucking snipers are real!”

“Hehehehe. Hey Cherry. Are you still scared of killing people? huh?”

“dog sound! What if I catch those bastards? “I’m going to pluck a very large branch and put it on my car emblem!”

Ezel is bleeding profusely after being hit by shards of broken glass from a ricochet.

His face brightened as he searched through the pockets of his captured military uniform, as if something suddenly occurred to him.

“smoke shell! “Damn it, the man who died in my hands saved me!”

“There’s no way in a neighborhood full of snipers that you wouldn’t carry a smoke. Throw it in front of me and as soon as the smoke spreads, run and get out of the alley!”

ping-! Chwiiikik!

The smoke grenade thrown by Ezel landed in the alley exactly one block in front, and the moment the top and bottom were covered by the deflagration of the grenade and the smoke grenade, the group rushed forward without any question of who was first.

“Run all the way to the executive branch!”

“Front bum! five!”

“Kick it! “I don’t have time to deal with that!”

“Fuck! “I must have used up all my luck today at the radio tower!”

Crack, clap, clap!

No matter how good your personal combat skills are, if a lead bullet gets stuck in your head, you will die. Even the professor’s group had no way of dealing with the snipers who had established themselves.

15 minutes later.

In the end, Ian used the explosives he had to destroy buildings in the back alleys, spraying deflagration, and using all kinds of tricks to break through an alley of just a few blocks before arriving at the administration building.

“Sanctuary-! “Ugh!”

“Fuck I lived! Shit! “I almost got sick of it!”

“No, everyone, how on earth did this happen…”

Pibibing-!

“Hi!”

I was hit with all kinds of glass shards all over my body, and my head was torn off by fragments of the building exploded as a smoke screen. By the time I arrived at the administration building, my body and mind were all in tatters and I was unable to move.

In that situation, when Carell, the spokesperson for the administration, who ran out without even having his shoes on, was surprised by the bullet bouncing off the shield, he thought, ‘Now he’s really alive!’ That’s what got me thinking.

“Ugh! Mr. Karel! I really thought we were all going to die….”

“Please give me a cigarette….”

“I need some water. Ah, I want to drink water….”

“Kwaaaa….”

The professor and his party lay down at the entrance to the administration, putting aside all prestige or shame as allies.

Karel Bellemont gave some instructions to the people nearby and then approached the group.

“I heard the news boys walking around shouting that it was a breaking news… but what on earth did you do that made the Inspection Department want you all for a huge sum of 15 million shillings?”

“What if the person I work with doesn’t know about it? They robbed the radio tower.”

“…I understand you left this morning?”

Karel looked at the clock hanging at the entrance of the building. 11 am. Less than five hours have passed since departure.

“Could it be that… you decided to do the mission you mentioned this morning on a day trip?”

“If it takes a long time to begin with, the operation should be considered finished… Oh, I don’t know! Let’s do it later! “Give me water before I run out!”

“Drinking and smoking eh!!!”

“Ugh, please send me home….”

The professor and his party don’t even think about getting up after being covered in blood. They look like children demanding to buy some kind of ice cream, but they are so capable that it is ridiculous.

Rumble!

The doctors in the research building who had probably heard the news inside came running out holding something in their hands.

“The mutated fusion human from Area 47, whom I had only heard about through rumors, was injured!”

“How excited I was when I heard the message from District 47 Evelyn! “I can’t believe Professor Park is coming to visit us in person!”

“blood! It bleeds! Bring that and that! “Bring something to hold the sample, not a hemostatic agent!”

After that,

the professor bit into the saline container the doctors brought.

After a commotion in which Ian took a disinfecting alcohol cotton pad and sucked it, Ian was given a cigarette, enough water was provided to the professor, and sedatives were provided to Ezel, and the group was finally able to receive treatment.

“Master code connection confirmed! Remote system control also works normally!”

“oh. Is something like that even possible?”

In response to the professor’s question, the researcher, who was tapping the keyboard as if playing a piano, laughed as if he was embarrassed.

“Even though it’s a partnership, there’s little practical help… so we have to do something like this.”

The master code that the professor and his party inserted into the central control room of the radio tower. People in the administration used it to remotely connect to the tower system and completely disable the wide-area jamming that they were unable to turn off due to time constraints.

“We have also secured security facilities. “The data in the green zone of the security system has been completely cleared and the administration personnel data and BDSM data have been inserted, so the inspection department can no longer use the tower.”

Gulp- Gulp-

“Quaaaah-! I think I will buy it. Well, it feels really good to know that they fucked up. “There’s no particular benefit to us if we secure that tower, right?”

Ian is already opening the second bottle of liquor. At those words, the researchers clinging to my left hand looked at Ian like they were looking at a monkey.

“This is nonsense. “Just as the reason the Area 47 dome was placed there in the first place was because of Mayor Zeus, the reason we are located in Area 38 is the radio tower.”

Ian’s ears perked up at the word Zeus.

“Uh… then does this also shoot some fucking awesome beam?”

“Hehehe. That’s not it, but it has an even more awesome feature. Radio towers are the darling of all old-fashioned information warfare technologies. “It doesn’t make sense to push for output in an ignorant way, like wide-area jamming, right?”

As the researcher said that, he glanced at Karel. When Karel nodded, he brought a drone and showed the turned-on screen in front of the group.

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– Namsaeya: Hey, are you sending a message? Can you see well?

– bedulgyee: Oh, I can see it now. I guess it’s controlled now.

– Namsaeya: If they fight over taxes or communication problems, they will fight among themselves. Why are they blaming us?

– bedulgyee: Watch your mouth. If you even see someone sending a message, it doesn’t just end up being reported. How much food did you pack?

– Namsaeya: About a week’s worth. scary. Everyone says you will die if you leave.

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“….It seems like an ordinary chat room? “Why is this?”

“Hehehe… That’s because this is not a public chat room, but a private message sent to a specific person.”

The professor took a moment to read the researcher’s words one by one. This is not a chat room, but a private message. Private messages cannot be viewed unless you are the person involved. The researcher proudly displayed such a personal message and boasted about the capabilities of the radio tower.

“Is this… wiretapped?”

“yes! Any communication coming and going within the range of the tower from areas 41 to 35 can be intercepted – ugh!”

I grabbed the drone next to the researcher and brought it in front of my eyes. The two people are still exchanging messages in real time. Even though the content was quite sensitive and criticized Dom’s current policies, their message did not hesitate. They are really intercepting GG’s personal messages.

“Oh my… he’s worse than Zeus, isn’t he?”

Watching. Wide-area jamming turned off. Information coming and going. spy. The president’s collaborator. truth.

As I thought about what I could do with this right now, keywords poured out of my head like a galaxy.

“I… let me borrow this.”

“Well, that’s not difficult. Once the treatment is over…”

“Now!”

There was no time to hesitate.

The only thought in the professor’s mind was to record the coordinates of Area 47 on that listening device.

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