50. You have to use an expensive communication device.
After suppression.
The shooter first disarmed the two.
They took the gun away and took off the body armor.
Soon, both of them were wearing tight innerwear.
The strong muscles were visible even through the clothes.
It’s a pretty well-trained body.
When I had him put his hands on his head, the guy who pulled the trigger first said,
“Where do you belong?”
That’s what we ask. Child.
The gunner had no answer.
The guy behind me kept rolling his eyes.
He was a friend with impressive slit eyes.
“Don’t roll your head, my friend. I have tremor.”
My friend said my hand might be shaking and I might pull the trigger.
“Calm down.”
Slit eyes said.
I turned behind the two.
The suppressed enemy stands guard outside of sight.
The invisible muzzle of a gun is a great deterrent that prevents you from thinking about anything else.
The gunner, still holding Tokarev, scanned their bodies.
Yes, the body looks good for a shooter.
Still, he’s more shabby than me, so why are you looking so closely?
“Take it off.”
the gunner said.
“……Hey, why are you wearing clothes?”
Actions rather than words. The shooter aimed the gun at the guy’s head.
“I won’t say it twice.”
The guy in front of me took off his clothes.
Meanwhile, I looked at the two guys’ equipment.
The one in front is an automatic rifle, and the one in the back is a semi-automatic sniper rifle.
When I think about the equipment and the reason I came here.
One is a sniper and the other is a signal soldier.
“Sniping point?”
Let me mutter to myself.
The guy behind me said he was taking off his clothes.
“What are you talking about? We came here to catch a few invaders and earn some pocket money.”
It’s a lie that not even a dog can believe.
Yes, you could be a freelancer. But the timing sucks.
Why now? At this moment?
Just the two of you there?
“I belong to Psionics.”
“Yes. I am immortal, and if you show any signs of it, the tremor will come back.”
I said.
It was natural to know that someone was immortal just by looking at their face, so it was okay to say that.
That’s what I think and say.
“Was it immortal?”
“……Hey, you can tell by looking at your face.”
The shooter’s face is also unusually pretty.
I know it when I see it.
“Because it’s ambiguous.”
It’s the second time. Even that terrorist group said it was ambiguous.
Me huh? It’s like that between immortality. When you go out into the general public, you get casting offers in passing.
To be honest, it only happened once, but it happened.
Of course, the author was from Japan, and seemed to be more interested in my body than my face, but he was still cast. You bastard, what’s so ambiguous?
“It’s strangely unpleasant.”
As I mumbled, the gunner seemed to think for a moment.
I pointed the gun at the kneeling man’s head.
It’s ambiguous.
I’m not talking about my face, but this situation.
Should I kill him?
If necessary, one must kill. Although I am aware of that.
I became repulsed by the idea of killing people with my own hands.
The shooter did not hesitate.
Take a look.
With the gun pointed, I delivered a middle kick to the guy’s neck. It was a textbook-like kick with a hip rotation centered around the left foot.
The guy fell down without a single moan.
It doesn’t kill you. I was half relieved.
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“What are you doing?”
Hearing what the shooter said, I also gave the other guy a vasovagal syncope by slamming the cap into the back of his neck.
“sleep……!”
The guy who was about to say something hit the ground with his nose first. Blood flowed around the fallen man’s face.
It felt like my nose was broken and I was bleeding.
“Oh sorry.”
Although it may not be audible, I spoke appropriately and looked at the shooter, who had already begun the process of tying my fingers, wrists, and arms tightly with strong cable ties.
It was the skill of a master who packed boxes every single day for ten years.
I repeated the same thing.
“It will take a good day for him to wake up.”
I said. This is something I’ve done countless times during orientation, so I’m saying it’s because I’m an expert at making people faint.
The shooter threw the two into the cave and came out.
“What have you seen?”
“Not yet.”
I looked around with binoculars, but I couldn’t see anything.
Still, there was a clear fact.
A problem occurred.
The original plan planned by the team leader was to take advantage of the commotion and steal the goods.
This isn’t at the level of a fuss.
They deployed snipers with the intention of capturing them.
“What should I do?”
When I asked.
“Let’s check all the other points.”
I answered.
A shooter’s specialty is positioning.
It is only used to protect one’s own safety in close combat.
The real use of this ability was in positioning.
In other words, it is the ability to understand the terrain and utilize it.
What kind of sniper is a good sniper?
Are you good at shooting guns? That’s basic.
Calculating Earth’s rotation and winds?
This is another world. The environment changes countless times. After adjusting the crank, this is an issue that must be resolved by intuition alone.
Control your breathing, calculate the wind, and predict the target’s movement path.
What is more important than all these things for a sniper is securing a spot.
If having an advantage over your opponent is what gives you the upper hand in battle.
The sniper’s fight begins with his back to the sun and his back to the wind.
So, positioning, which is a gunner’s specialty, is not a close combat, but rather a specialized ability to capture sniping points.
“let’s go.”
This meant that I could know the sniping points in the surrounding area as if I were reading my palm.
A map of the area was displayed on an attached wrist tablet PC.
Check the holographic points on your wrist. Low-lying hills, hills, and even clumsily dug holes.
A place where you can hide yourself and identify targets that come and go.
What to do next was obvious.
If the opponent took a point and prepared, we had to visit there one after another.
After organizing all the raincoats and other equipment, putting the two guys in the cave, I started walking.
We broke through the dust of the wasteland and headed to the next point.
Establishing a place nearby meant cleaning up the invaders in the area.
There were no unexpected invaders.
“excuse me.”
After the gunner spoke and checked with binoculars.
“We have to subdue it, right?”
This time things were different. It’s not about waiting, it’s about attacking.
It was not the time to relax.
They have a communicator, which means they can communicate with someone.
If you’re going to do it, you should do it as quickly as possible.
“If possible.”
At the shooter’s answer, I started moving.
Erasing their presence by killing them at first sight.
Make your step sound close to zero and approach the point mentioned by the shooter.
I checked the opponent’s numbers on a low hill.
Two, it was the same as before.
The only difference was that one appeared to be an immortal half-breed.
If you look closely at the bottom of the hill, you will see it.
Killing by presence prevents you from being affected by presence, and is not an art of physically hiding yourself.
I lowered my posture as much as possible. Right now, at this moment, the appropriate sandstorm was my friend.
As the distance got closer, the enemy’s voice was heard.
“Didn’t you hear something?”
The mixed race said.
“Invaders? It’s troublesome to make a fuss.”
My colleague responded and activated the invader detector.
He took out the radar from his pocket, checked it, and shook his head.
“There’s nothing?”
It was a distance where we could observe each other with the naked eye just by looking back.
My liver is shaking.
Don’t look, children, to see what the sound was.
okay. No matter how good I am, I can’t completely kill the sound.
And killing someone by sight is not an almighty solution. Even a sensitive immortal can sense the approaching presence in peace.
Then it hits you all at once.
I put a few situations in my head, add hypotheticals to hypotheticals, and check my personal tactics.
“I heard something.”
The mixed race spoke again.
hmm? When in doubt, check your surroundings and move around a bit, right? But that was the end of it.
I thought, holding my breath, that the sound of my breathing might be mixed in with my presence.
I wonder if that bastard is the dullest idiot in the world.
No matter how much they try to kill you and sneak up on you, they are so dull.
Only after reaching three steps inward.
“……Mr. Jeez!”
The mixed race person looked back and reacted.
It was already too late.
Tung.
Kick the ground and push your body. A mixed-race colleague raised the muzzle of a rifle.
The response is good though.
Ding! Your judgment was wrong.
If you’re this close, it’s not the time to point your gun.
Right after he put his finger on the trigger while he was raising the muzzle. Before he pulled the trigger, I cut his forearm with a knife.
Kagagak!
He also wore bulletproof body armor. This equipment seems to be basic equipment in the world of special species.
Still, the power of the shapeshifters and the chrome alloy knife showed satisfactory results.
The guy’s arm was cut off and blood dripped down.
His finger twitched on the trigger.
“Off.”
The forearm muscle was cut diagonally. There was no way his fingers could be strong.
I’m reluctant to kill him, but cutting off his forearm would be fine.
Cut, sliced, cut and burned.
This is a body that has experienced all kinds of pain.
Hold on to this much, kid.
I’ve been in more pain.
Every time that happened, our tutor said,
“I’m immortal because I’m sick.”
Don’t discuss pain with me unless you’ve experienced it.
It’s about subduing a guy with a rifle.
The half-blood who was in a sniping stance turned his body.
Crash.
And before he knew it, Togarev approached him and aimed his gaze between the eyes.
“Hi guys?”
When I greeted them warmly, their complexions turned blue.
The gunner checked a total of 11 points in this area.
We met our opponents in four of them.
It was like saying that there had been four similar battles.
A mixed-race immortal or a special species with superpowers.
Or two super-powered special species.
Among them, one team included a mixed race immortal and a mixed race shapeshifter.
It’s so diverse.
The features were clear.
If there is a mixed race immortal, that one is a sniper.
The rest are escorts.
If there were two special types of superpowers, one of them had vision or other physical enhancement abilities. So, it is a special species specializing in sniping.
There was also a regular version, but the author had specially designed bullets.
“Isn’t this very expensive?”
When I asked, the senior nodded.
It is a bullet based on optoelectronic technology that does not require calculation of weather or target movement.
It is a new weapon, a 50-caliber bullet, that includes technology to correct its trajectory more than 30 times per second.
“It’s more expensive than this.”
The gunner held up his bullet.
It is more expensive than expensive bullets, enough to be nicknamed Cash Hippo.
It’s gold, gold.
There is a gold mine here.
I took all their weapons.
Move it to the place where you promised to collect the stone.
They threw all ten into the cave, cut off the legs of the Immortal and cut off the tendons of the rest.
I will need at least a day to recover and run.
Among the special species with superpowers, there will also be telekinetics. We also prepared for that.
The strong cable ties were not tied in one or two places.
Basically, telekinesis cannot produce more force than one can produce.
Therefore, the super-powered special species are people who put as much effort into exercise and training as the immortals.
If I have time, I’ll have to figure it out.
Even if you use telekinetic powers to untie the strings tied to your body, you can do nothing right now by cutting the tendons in your legs.
Although it is cruel.
“Better than dying, right?”
Neither could I hit the mole on the head, nor could I keep stunning him while he was awake.
When I asked, one guy nodded.
Yes, I feel more comfortable with this than killing myself.
Sweat ran down my forehead from the untimely labor.
Cheezy.
That’s why they wipe sweat from their foreheads.
I could hear noise mixed with noise coming from the communicator.
“I’m finally checking it now?”
I said.
They all had walkie-talkies with separate transmitters and receivers.
That means two-way communication is possible.
It was roughly the size of half a palm and had separate receiving and transmitting devices that were fixed behind the ears.
My senior told me to handle everything and ignore it, but I thought differently.
Why?
I have loved hidden cameras since I was young. How could it not be fun if I was deceiving you without you knowing?
“Code Jake, transmission, is everything okay?”
The other person asks Normally, I should have been embarrassed, but that didn’t happen.
I realized something else through this incident.
Our shooter was also excellent at getting the answers he wanted from the other person.
While I was cutting the tendons in my leg, the gunner asked me something, and he gave me a good answer.
“Stop! You crazy bastard. Do you want me to be crippled for the rest of my life?”
There was someone who asked this.
Like I said before, it’s better than dying.
Isn’t there a saying that even if you roll in a field of shit, this life is better?
While the tendons were being cut, the gunner obtained all the information he wanted.
That soon became preliminary information to reply to this communication.
Since it was from another world, there was no way for this transmitting device to have GPS.
They had to rely solely on what they said in response to the communication.
And if this is false, the guy who said this will have his collar cut, not his tendons.
I roughly guessed the screams and voices I heard while cutting the tendon and answered.
“Code writing, receiving, waiting.”
I thought this was enough because reasonably inexpensive communicators were mixed with noise.
My heart pounded, I waited for the answer.
“Code Jake, received, code Ralph.”
I was deceived.
Hmm, calm your voice a little.
“Code Ralph, receiving, waiting.”
After completing communication with five locations perfectly.
“Excellent. Vocal imitation.”
My senior praised me. Because it was a rare case, I shrugged my shoulders.
It took 3 hours to sweep all the sniping points in this area.
It was about half a day after the promised three days.
My question is whether stealing Chukneungseok is a problem.
The gunner nods his head saying that is correct.
The main unit began to return.
“It’s an attack.”
I looked through binoculars at the group blocking the main force.
I can’t wait to see that scene for a moment.
“Code Jake, start.”
Code Jake commanded.
“Senior, please begin.”
I, the signal soldier, am speaking.
The shooter took out his Cash Hippo.
fantasy,
