Blackout at the Precinct
I couldn't exactly run away, but thanks to Dok Sa-yeon—though she has no idea—drawing attention just as planned, I managed to scale the fence without getting spotted by the zombies or those bastards.
"Don't get cocky and try anything stupid. Just guard this spot properly."
"Yes, Master."
I gave the situation one last check as I left the facility room with the emergency generator. Two guys posted as sentries by the police station's iron gate. No guns on them, so even if they came for the facility room, Jeong Da-jeong waiting in ambush would handle it.
No way I'd lose to blind idiots like them.
Before coming to the station, I'd scoped out the first floor from the hill with binoculars: about seven or eight people. Two near the entrance, two lounging in the hallway, and three more in a room gang-raping guys or whatever. Up on the second floor, last check showed ten dudes screwing women in the rooms. Unless they were premature ejaculators, not much had changed. The third floor was such a clusterfuck I couldn't predict it. I'd just play it by ear and clean up.
And the fourth floor...
That thought got cut off by the sound of Jeong Da-jeong killing the generator.
Kaang-!
Flicker, flicker, flicker. The building's lights stuttered weakly before dying.
Kaaang-! Psssh-.
Power fully down now. I flipped off my night vision goggles and powered them up.
Ziiing-.
Green glow lit my view.
"What the hell! What's going on?!"
"Fuck, who forgot to add fuel again?!"
Unlike me, they fumbled in pitch black. I crept up behind them and shoved my knife in.
"Hey, hey! Who's the fuc—"
Stab-.
"...Ugh...k..."
Thud.
"What? Why'd he stop mid-sen—"
Clang-. Roll roll roll.
Thud.
I grabbed the pistol I'd brought, plus one from the guy's waist holster.
Right, the whistle.
Step, step. Pistols in both hands, I stood in the center of the first-floor T-shaped hallway. Perfect view of every room.
Click-.
"Fuckin' turn the lights on already, what're you doing?!"
The second he opened the door from the right hallway, I fired.
Bang-.
Splatter-.
His head exploded clean, brains painting the wall. Aimed for the chest, but dead is dead.
"Whew-."
After nailing nails willy-nilly with the nail gun, a bullet actually hitting where I aimed? Whistle escaped me.
Got the feel now. Time to start.
I blew the whistle I'd just grabbed and yelled.
Screeeeech-.
"Kyaaah! Zombie!"
Click-.
"What!?"
Screech-.
"Fuck, how'd a zombie—"
Just like before, they poked out at the whistle.
"You bought that?"
Bang, bang, bang, bang, baaang...
Message popped as I plugged the last one.
Passive Skill - Pistol Mastery Initiate LV.2 has evolved to Pistol Mastery Initiate LV.3
Shooting a real gun after nailing only with the nail gun? EXP poured in.
No more on the first floor.
Click-rack, click-rack, click-rack, click-rack.
"Huh?"
Reloading as I headed upstairs, I bumped into a guy grabbing the railing coming down.
"What the fu—"
From his view, just a floating green night-vision glow. Stab-.
"What else? Your grim reaper."
What the fuck as his last words? Fittingly extra, even in death.
Straight to the second floor, I yelled again.
"Ahem. All hands to the hallway!"
Screech, slam. Screech... Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
True to my recognition, a few didn't show. Smartish.
Click-rack. Ticking ticking ticking.
Reloading slow, hunting them down.
-What the hell? What's going on...?…No idea, fuck!…Someone just said zombie…
Women's voices through doors.
Pass.
Hunted silent rooms.
………..
Bingo.
Peeking through the door window: shivering women, guy quietly snarling at them.
Shiver, shiver.
-Shh, you fucks. Before I rip your mouths. Quiet.
Slam-.
I waited three seconds after opening, in case bullets flew. None did. Straight in, plugged him.
Bang.
"Guhk... ugh... you... fuckin'..."
Bang.
"Kyaaah!"
Same trick, cleared the second floor. Nicked a few innocent women when shots missed—stacked evil accumulation nicely.
Click-rack. Ticking ticking ticking.
Refilled, heading up—bullet whizzed right by.
Bang-. Tatata-bang. Bang. Bang.
Pew-.
Splat splat. Thud. Splat...
"Die!"
"Fuck, hit or miss?"
"Did we even hear right?"
Not aiming well. Five or six at the stairs, guns trained. Some with shotguns.
Test: tossed a casing. Bullets flew.
Tatangtatatang-! Baaang-.
Ting-.
Tatangtatang...
"Stop firing, you idiots! Don't shoot till I say!"
Ugh, such a pain.
Had to drop to second, flung open nearest door.
Grab.
"Kyaaah!"
"Shh. Shh. Quiet and up. You too. Uh, yeah, you get up."
Dragged room women to stairs.
"Grab railing and climb."
"Huh? Uh?"
Stab-.
"Aaaah!"
"Climb fast before I stab more."
Step step...
Grope grope.
"U-um, how far up..."
"Fire!"
Tatangtatatang-!
"Kyaaah!"
"Stop screaming and climb."
"B-but..."
Stab, stab. Stab-.
"Ack! Aaaah! I'm going! I said I'm going!"
Tatangtatatang-!
Thud-.
"Kyaaah! Please, I was wrong. Please, spare me."
If they dawdled and guys reloaded, their sacrifice wasted. Shoved the holdouts over the stairs.
Tatangtabaaang... Click, click, click.
Hammers hitting empties. I rushed up, sprayed.
Bang, bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang...
They dropped in seconds.
"Phew-. Manners on standby shots, folks."
Stepped over corpses to third floor.
Quieter than expected. Opened conference room door where I'd guessed guys were.
Shhhh...
Cigarette in ashtray, still smoldering.
No signs they left...
Shit—flashlights flicked on everywhere.
Flash, flash!
"Kill him!"
Under desks, behind doors... all ambushing at once.
Evil's Specialty
Bullet grazed my cheek, slammed wall. No time to chill—I drew knife, stabbed the bat-swinging bastard in front.
Stab, thrust-!
Bang!
No time to pull knife—shot the pistol-aimer far off.
Slash-.
Bang! Bang!
Sliced pipe-swing guy's throat right, left-handed pistol for gunholders first.
Stab, bang. Bang. Slash. Stab. Bang...
Stab, block incoming bullets with stabbed guy. Duck behind desk dodging shots. Knife out for backstabber's gut, snatch his gun, spray opposite side...
Trance-fighting, another window popped.
Combat Pattern Recognized
Would you like to add Dual Weapon Mastery Initiate?
Passive Skill - Dual Weapon Mastery Initiate will be added.
※ Adding Dual Weapon Mastery will merge Dual Sword, Pistol, and Short Weapon Mastery skills.
Existing skill EXP will convert to Dual Weapon Mastery EXP.
Why so wordy!
Life-or-death moment. Hit yes, dismissed.
Passive Skill - Dual Weapon Mastery Initiate LV.3 has been added.
Felt movement shift instantly.
Slaaaash-.
Baaang. Bang!
Nice!
Sword moved, pistol hand followed, auto-adjusting aim. Like hands pre-synced, breathing perfect.
So I just rampaged wilder. Dived deep into them, went berserk.
Tatata. Bang, bang. Bang. Stab. Slash. Thud, thud. Shiiiing... Slash... Baaaang...
……
Stab, thrust...
Finally cut last one's throat, exhaled held breath.
"Hoo..."
Conference room full of bodies, just me standing.
"Heh heh heh-."
Yes, this. Gotta be like this.
Hospital was thrilling, but this? One slip and dead. Real thrill.
"Can't hold back."
Wanna repay Dok Sa-yeon ASAP for this bliss.
"Hahahat-."
Her death-terror, valuing life so much—probably like mine or worse. Whether it'd change her job, her very self like novel chars... I'd see.
Expectant, I climbed to the fourth floor.