Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Annihilation (1)
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Kanghyeok racked the slide and pressed the pistol against the man's chest.
“Haaak!”
The moment the man shrieked bizarrely at the muzzle touching his chest.
*Bang!*
Just after a brief flash from the muzzle pressed against his chest sadly illuminated him,
*Bang!*
a second shot, fired upward, tore through his chin.
The faint darkness provided a good backdrop for movement.
“Son of a bitch! Kill him!”
*Rat-a-tat! Pzzt!*
Bullets from another man's short burst peppered the area around Kanghyeok, who returned suppressive fire as he moved in a different direction.
Toward the place where the men were gathered.
“Huh.”
An unexpected direction.
The man, startled by Kanghyeok appearing from a place he never expected, raised his muzzle, but Kanghyeok was a little faster.
*Bang!*
After shooting the man in the thigh, Kanghyeok drew the knife from his belt.
*Slice!*
He had severed the nerve connected to the man's index finger.
“Guhk!”
The man screamed and tried to pull the trigger, but his index finger, its nerve severed, wouldn't move.
*Bang!*
A dark hole opened up in the man's forehead, and Kanghyeok pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his neck.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!*
The other men began to open fire in earnest.
*Thwip! Pzzt! Thud-thud-thud!*
Using the man's body as a shield to absorb the bullets, Kanghyeok moved his hand to the rifle. He pulled the man's cumbersome finger off the trigger, replaced it with his own, and switched the selector to full auto.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!*
Three men spewed blood as they crumpled to the ground.
By now, the men understood for certain.
Just what kind of man had entered their warehouse.
He was just one person.
But he was someone they couldn't ignore, an opponent who could kill them if they weren't careful.
“Protect Walter! Clear an escape route!”
“Call for backup!”
The men moved with organization.
*Rat-a-tat-tat!*
One man hid behind cover, providing suppressive fire.
*Clack, clack!*
Another belatedly reloaded his rifle, switched the selector, and advanced, while a third ran for the warehouse door.
*Clank!*
But he already knew the door wouldn't open, so he paid no mind to the man by the warehouse door.
*Bang!*
Kanghyeok had just blown off the head of a man approaching silently from his blind spot with his pistol.
*Chhkk!*
(This is Warehouse 1! Engaging intruder!)
(Warehouse 2! We can't provide support! Currently engaged!)
Urgent voices burst from the men's radios.
“Damn it!”
One of them screamed and put down his radio. Realizing they couldn't expect backup, the men laid down suppressive fire as they advanced on Kanghyeok.
*Rat-a-tat-tat! Pzzt! Ping!*
The moment Kanghyeok, hidden behind a shelf, ejected the magazine from his pistol.
*Rat-a-tat-tat! Thud-thud-thud! Krrrunch.*
Bullets flying from the direction he had his back to shredded the items on the shelf, raining down on Kanghyeok.
Kanghyeok hastily threw himself sideways, letting out a faint groan at the sharp pain in his side.
He'd been hit once, below the ribs.
“Huuuk!”
Kanghyeok gritted his teeth, shoving a finger into the wound to stanch the bleeding and check the bullet's trajectory through his body.
‘No organs were hit.’
Then I can still move.
I can still fight.
*Click!*
As Kanghyeok pushed himself up, he heard the sound of a fire selector being switched right next to his head.
His hand shot out reflexively and grabbed the man's gun barrel.
He immediately lifted it toward the ceiling.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Crash, crash!*
The darkness, which had only been at the warehouse entrance, now spread to where Kanghyeok was.
At the same time, Kanghyeok pressed his muzzle to the man's chest and fired.
*Bang!*
At the same time.
The atmosphere in the other warehouses was similar.
There were men who had requested backup, and men who tried to fight the intruders.
There were only two differences.
The intruders were better armed, and there were fewer men opposing them.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!*
Amos, sweeping the warehouse with the submachine gun shouldered, looked just like a hunter.
He wore a bulletproof vest, firing as he walked, and each time, his submachine gun unleashed a torrent of bullets like a downpour.
The men were too busy trying to flee to even think of fighting Amos.
*Clack, clack.*
After swapping magazines, Amos reached into his pocket.
He pulled out a black fragmentation grenade and pulled the pin as if snapping a thick thread with his finger.
*Fwoosh!*
The grenade flew in a smooth arc over the shelf and landed in the middle of the hiding men.
“W-Waaaargh!”
“Aaaaargh!”
The moment they spotted the grenade and tried to flee in a panic.
*KABOOOM!*
The shrapnel from the exploding fragmentation grenade turned them into chunks of meat.
The thick smell of gunpowder and white smoke drifted out through the broken windows. In the midst of it all, Amos raised his submachine gun toward the backs of the fleeing men.
*Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!*
The face of the man firing the rifle was pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
It wasn't because of the explosion he'd heard from the next warehouse.
It wasn't because he'd only heard gunshots and screams from the radio he used to call for backup.
There was someone here who wouldn't die even after being shot!
*Rat-tat-tat!*
The men stopped firing and moved cautiously, then spotted drops of blood on the floor.
“Damn it, I'm sure I hit her. I hit her.”
“Son of a bitch! How the hell is she still moving?”
“Find her, quick. She must be around here.”
The men turned their eyes and muzzles in the direction of the blood trail and moved with heavy steps.
*Clack.*
The sound of the man next to him reloading made him jump so badly he almost blew his comrade's head off.
“Son of a bitch!”
There were signs of being shot.
There was also the scream the intruder let out when hit.
But the most important thing, the body, was nowhere to be found in the warehouse.
The men entered the area crowded with shelves, searching for the intruder in the black mask and clothes.
*Clatter.*
Suddenly, the sound of a small object falling came from a distance, and all the men turned their guns and gazes toward the sound and opened fire in unison.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!*
It was at that very moment.
*Ssssk.*
A cord dropped from the top of a shelf and wrapped around the neck of the man at the very back.
“Gack!”
The man moved his arms instinctively, causing his muzzle to jerk and fire bullets at his comrades, the wall, and the ceiling.
“Gwaaaargh!”
“You! Crazy! Fuck!”
“Gak, keok!”
*Thump!*
Gabriel leaped down from the shelf, pulling the cord and crouching low. The choked man's feet lifted off the floor, and the other men who hadn't been shot watched the scene with bewitched expressions.
*Drip, drop.*
Blood dripped from behind the man.
This blood was flowing from the body of the intruder, Gabriel.
But they couldn't pull their triggers because she was using their comrade's body as a shield.
“Geok! Kkeok!”
The choked man looked at his comrades with eyes begging for help and moved his hands to the cord.
But he couldn't loosen it.
There is a type of cord called paracord.
Also known as parachute cord, it's an item that boasts excellent performance in durability, strength, and flexibility.
It can never be broken with bare hands.
Moreover, the cord Gabriel used had been specially treated.
It wasn't anything grand.
She had merely coated the cord with glue and added glass shards and powder. But even this simple modification drastically increased the cord's lethality.
Gabriel yanked the cord hard to the right, as if sawing.
*Grrrrrind!*
“Geok, kkeok!”
The cord, having dug into his skin, severed his carotid artery.
A large amount of blood poured onto the floor, and Gabriel threw herself behind a shelf, pulling an auto-injector from her pocket.
*Pshuk!*
Then she jammed the injector into her thigh.
“Huuuk!”
Her emotions soared, and the pain vanished in an instant.
Even though she was bleeding so heavily that blood was running down the hem of the shirt under her vest and soaking her shoes.
Gabriel's eyelids trembled as she felt the drug spreading through her system. She gripped the submachine gun so tightly it seemed it would shatter.
She then poked the muzzle out from behind the shelf and pulled the trigger, soon following with her body to start taking out the men.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!*
The men screamed, but their cries were buried under the sound of gunfire.
Gabriel swapped magazines while firing on full auto.
Her hand movements betrayed a sense of urgency.
‘I have to hurry.’
I got this injured in this warehouse, the relatively easier one.
It must be worse where Kanghyeok is.
So I have to clear this warehouse as quickly as possible and move to the one he's in.
*Clack!*
Tossing aside the empty magazine, she immediately racked the bolt and hurried to find any other hidden men.
*Bang! Bang!*
A man charging at Kanghyeok collapsed, blood pouring from his head, and the man behind him met the same fate, falling backward.
It was a place with densely packed shelves, a warehouse shrouded in twilight darkness from the many broken lights.
*Rat-a-tat-tat!*
Bullets flew from across the shelves, and Kanghyeok ducked, dodging the shrapnel from shredded boxes and the bullets themselves.
He then fired his pistol toward where he estimated the man's thigh would be.
*Bang!*
“Aargh!”
Kanghyeok reached over the shelf toward the source of the scream and grabbed a handful of the man's hair.
He then yanked the head toward him and pressed the muzzle against the back of it.
*Bang!*
A brief flash, and blood splattered his face.
*Clack!*
He ejected the magazine from his pistol with a flick of his wrist, slapped in a new one, and fed a bullet into the chest and head of each man who popped out from behind the shelves.
*Bang-bang, bang! Bang, bang!*
He had taken out about twenty men this way so far.
And yet, there were still some alive.
Usually, when the tide of battle turns like this, two types of reactions emerge.
Some surrender, while others fight even more tenaciously to turn the tables.
But these men were neither.
Kanghyeok, holding the pistol so close to his face he could feel his breath on his right hand, sensed a silence so deep it felt like ringing in his ears.
All he could faintly hear were the gunshots and screams from the other warehouses.
The bastards had shrewdly changed their strategy.
To a method of hiding like hunters and launching surprise attacks.
Kanghyeok moved slowly, keeping the pistol close to his face.
‘Why?’
He had a feeling they were moving this way for a different reason.
‘Reinforcements?’
This warehouse isn't their main base.
It's just a small part, and there are more of them elsewhere.
Are they stalling for time until reinforcements arrive?
No, I already saw on the way here.
There's nothing in this area.
There were just three warehouses, as if they'd dropped from the sky out of nowhere. Any reinforcements would have to come from too far away.
They would have to wait at least an hour for reinforcements to arrive.
In that case…….
Kanghyeok shifted his gaze to the shelves and pushed aside some displayed items with his elbow.
Between the items on the shelf, he could see the warehouse door and the men creeping toward it.
Kanghyeok also cleared items from the opposite shelf.
A crowd of men was gathered in the deepest part of the warehouse.
They were trying to do something.
The thoughts that immediately came to mind were securing an escape route and destroying things that must not be taken.
‘Damn it.’
Kanghyeok deliberated on whether to move toward the warehouse door or deeper inside.
If the door opens, an escape route will be cleared.
Any men he missed might escape, and if they started a car and shone its lights inside, the darkness he had worked to create would vanish.
But could he let those bastards destroy the data?
Just as he was thinking he wished he had two bodies.
*Drrrrrk!*
The sound of the door opening rang out, as if they had removed the magazine he had jammed in the gap.
Kanghyeok quickly turned his head toward the door, then immediately turned his gaze and his muzzle toward the back of the warehouse.
Gabriel and Amos.
Because they were outside the warehouse.