83. Invisible Prison
“Shoot, shoot!”
Ride it!
Bullets rained down. Avoiding it wasn’t a problem. Look at his muzzle and jump from side to side. When viewed from above, it appears to be running randomly, but it moves exactly in the square direction of the muzzle.
“Blast it!”
One mercenary shouted.
At the same time as I said that, I saw a lump of metal sticking out from under the ground. It is an explosive and a landmine with a round part that rises like a pot-bellied body.
The final trap made at the end of the ramp is a claymore.
A directional pellet mine, a weapon that turns your body into a rag with hundreds of iron balls.
It is structured to manually detonate the C4 explosive.
Therefore, it means that there was some preparation for a head-on assault on the entrance road even on top of the two guard posts.
There will be an explosion ahead. Merciless fragments and iron balls will hit you.
Still, I wasn’t worried.
A moderate temperature that warms the area at dawn.
The fresh and refreshing air unique to the mountains.
Everything that catches my eye looks very clear.
Various smells pass through the nose and delight the brain.
I could taste the air through my tongue.
The feel of the bulletproof vest and bulletproof helmet vividly enveloped me.
Well-warmed muscles wriggled appropriately, and each nerve bundle responded and moved as desired.
I could vividly feel each drop of sweat running down my back.
The right amount of tension and heightened spirit gave me a glimpse into the realm of the impossible.
I saw the future.
I couldn’t avoid seeing the claymore explode.
The five senses, which were extremely sensitive, advanced into the realm of the sixth sense and showed me the situation in advance like lightning.
The aftermath of an explosion falling slightly diagonally from the front, the angle at which the iron balls are expected to fly.
All the information rushed through my mind in an instant.
Right before I exploded, I did the most rational thing.
He selected the number 4 hitter and lowered his posture as if he was lying down.
Even if you throw adamantium in the middle of a C4 explosion, it will only produce soot.
Therefore, it is the best shield.
He lifted the number 4 hitter at an angle in his right hand, tilted it, took off his bulletproof helmet and held it in his left hand.
Put both hands forward and lie down.
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dan! Pretzel Gwang!
The iron ball hit the shield I made. The body is pushed back. The shock shakes my whole body. At the same time, several mines were triggered and exploded, causing a secondary explosion.
Some of the mines were impact type rather than pressure type.
An explosion occurred and deflagration enveloped me.
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“I’ll see all the crazy bastards.”
The mercenary who pressed the trigger approached and spoke. He was a guy with a protruding chin.
The mercenary saw the two guys standing guard and asked.
“How many people came? Is it squad level? “f*ck, I was wondering why they planted something like this here, and there’s a guy coming in.”
It was a trap created at the request of the client. I didn’t know there would be anything to write about.
“Are you crazy enough to waste money on mercenaries? two.”
said one of the wary mercenaries.
“two?”
He asked back.
“two.”
“Are you crazy, you bastards? “If there are only two people, you should just shoot them.”
I tried to do that. But even if you shoot, it won’t hit. No, I think I hit a few shots, but I don’t know.
I accidentally fired a bullet.
“That’s because you can’t see it.”
Another mercenary on guard said.
It was a guy with shaggy hair sticking out of his helmet.
The guy who spoke sighed and wiped the back of his neck. He was covered in sticky sweat.
The moment I saw it, I got chills and goosebumps.
I felt like I had encountered a ghost in the middle of the night. No, it’s creepier than that. I felt a threat like you might feel when a blade touches your neck or a gun is pointed at your head.
“f*ck you, that’s enough. “Is that your money?”
“I have to report it to the captain.”
It was when the sharp-chinned mercenary turned back while talking to each other.
“Hey hey hey!”
A mercenary with shaggy hair pointed to a place full of deflagration with the muzzle of his gun instead of his finger.
Two shadows were seen walking out of the cloud of gray smoke that accompanied the explosion.
The two suddenly broke through the smoke and faced the three.
They were the two who walked out of the explosion of the claymore and the mine with all limbs intact.
“That… … “You’re alive?”
One of the long-jawed mercenaries muttered to himself.
“Then did you think you were going to die?”
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And among the two, the man with the obvious appearance of being immortal spoke.
* * *
The team leader was not an ordinary person. The moment the claymore exploded, it hid behind me.
Since it was a ramp, he was completely out of bombing range just by hiding behind me.
The iron beads made a few holes in my forearm, but the team leader was fine.
“Stop the bleeding well. “If you bleed and get caught by them, they won’t save you.”
I already stopped the bleeding by pressing on my forearm. An immortal’s regenerative power is proportional to their physical strength. Additionally, narrow wounds rather than wide wounds are more advantageous for recovery.
A moderate tension still enveloped my entire body.
Whether the team leader is gentle or nags.
It didn’t matter.
Heightened emotions, excitement disguised as calm.
I looked at the enemy in front of me with everything I had.
“Go, Bongari.”
Team leader Yamseng said.
With a thud, he lightly kicked the ground and jumped forward.
Three people pointed their guns at me. The bolt advances and retreats repeatedly, and the ball strikes the detonator. Only bullets come flying out with sparks from a shell filled with gunpowder.
How do you avoid bullets?
Just don’t stand in the firing line.
How do you see that diagonal line?
It is straight from the muzzle.
Countless lines are drawn in the air and stand in places where the lines cannot reach.
The loud sound of a gun firing struck my ears.
I dodged the bullets, lifted the submachine gun I was holding, and fired a single shot.
Bang, bang, bang.
The three shots I fired hit the opponent above his right shoulder.
Even if you are wearing a bulletproof vest, the shock remains. To withstand that shock, you had to have a body at least as strong as that of a shapeshifter.
But these are mercenaries.
Hyenas have been eliminated from this society.
Among mixed blood people, if the blood is half, it is called a half, and if the blood is lighter than that, it is called a quarter.
Even if it is a half or quarter, you are not necessarily eliminated. There are people who live the lives of ordinary people, and there are people whose talents are so extraordinary that they surpass the power of their lineage.
The shooter is also not a special species, but has become a member of the Immortal Special Forces through leaps of human power.
Still, not these.
The eyes of two of the three turn blurry.
It was said that among the mercenaries, there were many clumsy shapeshifters of mixed race.
In the past, there were many people born when the social problem of shapeshifters who could not control their instincts emerged.
Are these pitiful? Should I sympathize?
No, it wasn’t really like that.
It must have survived until now thanks to its habit of being strong against the weak and weak against the strong.
So what is the punishment for them?
A punishment for those who fail to use even their weakest powers properly in a world where Invaders are rampant.
One of the guys who got hit in the shoulder couldn’t raise his gun again, but the other two did.
One mixed race immortality and two transformations.
All three are below the quarter.
The head naturally gathered information and drew up a rational form of battle.
No, there are more mercenaries behind us.
If you’re going to fight, attack head on.
It would be right to show overwhelming firepower.
I let go of the submachine gun and picked the number 4 hitter.
A seemingly ordinary sawed-off shotgun.
However, this gun cannot be used unless you have monster-like strength, as it is made entirely of adamantium and the shells are also made of adamantium.
I took it out and moved forward.
This shot is less accurate than before. It was easier to avoid.
After settling down about 10 steps in, I aimed for the number 4 hitter.
Since it is a shotgun, the range of attack will be wider.
Let’s shoot, let’s make holes in the bodies of those three people. I pulled the trigger.
Kwak-ang.
I thought lightning had struck right next to my face.
As soon as I pulled the trigger, it felt like my right eardrum was torn.
My shoulder fell back and my forearm bone cracked. The forearm muscle of his right arm was torn as a result of excessive resistance. The ligaments also seemed to be shattered.
My feet also lifted off the floor and flew backwards.
I realized that the bullet I shot was not a pellet.
The flying bullet hit the fort building behind. no. I hit it and broke it.
A hole the size of two fists appeared in the middle of the wall, and a shock wave exploded, cracking the wall.
Tsk tsk, tsk tsk.
The cracked wall collapsed.
The inside was clearly visible. A mercenary force was seen preparing to arm themselves.
No one got blood clots, as they narrowly escaped being hit.
No, there was one.
Someone ripped off a handful of the right side of one of the mercenaries.
This sister is real.
“You must not shoot here. Wouldn’t it be really fun to shoot it? “If possible, hold it with both hands and shoot.”
This is what the eldest sister in the lab said.
I thought the muzzle was a bit wide and big.
This isn’t a pellet, it’s a cannonball.
I trusted my strength and shot with one arm, but my arm was also cut off.
“Uh, I can’t hear you.”
A mercenary sprawled on the floor said, bleeding from both ears.
I also momentarily blocked my senses, but I can’t hear sound from my right side.
“Such an ignorant bastard.”
The team leader spoke from behind.
No, I didn’t know either.
The heightened sensation subsided.
“This is my first time shooting this.”
I made an excuse because I was shy.
Anyway, wasn’t war declared?
Now, it’s time to see the team leader’s skills.
I also stored the gun with my good left arm and prepared for the next battle.
The battlefield I envisioned would have all of our combatants gathered together.
But the team leader came alone with me.
There had to be a plan.
Although my humanity was a bit lacking, I had faith in the team leader’s abilities.
The team leader said.
“It splatters.”
“… … yes?”
“It’s splattering.”
I saw a group of mercenaries come to their senses and come back.
Among them, there was one flying in the air.
It’s a super-powered special species.
“Jump. “You bastard.”
The team leader dragged me by the neck.
I turned around and jumped to my feet.
“What are you doing? “Let’s attack head on.”
“When did I?”
“No, si… … “Barian Husky.”
I almost cursed. I spoke quickly.
“They told me to tell them my opinion.”
“I told you to voice your opinion, but who will do as you say?”
“Then why did you come here?”
Why did you decide to set a time for the operation and attack it head-on?
“I put a lock on it.”
What kind of bullshit is this?
Should I bark at it like a dog? Is it okay to make such a provocation now?
“As long as some crazy idiot under me didn’t fire a cannonball, that was all. head.”
The team leader lowered his head as he spoke.
A short spear flew overhead.
what? I glanced behind me and saw several spears of the same shape floating behind a special species of superpower floating in the air.
“He’s not a person with the ability to float, he’s a telekinetic person.”
I said.
“No, it’s a double. Doesn’t this guy have any sense? Shall I tell you this too? f*ck, new recruits are missing these days.”
This guy. Now that the exhilaration from earlier has disappeared, I’m having trouble getting used to it.
“Team leader, I don’t mean to ask questions in this situation, but can I ask you something?”
I thought I was going to tell him not to do it, so I continued talking without even taking a breath.
“Were you born with a fuss?”
“Did this kid turn around?”
I spoke to the team leader and strengthened my legs.
It is not the power of an immortal, but the thigh of a shapeshifter.
Ah.
As I kicked the ground with force, the surrounding scenery quickly passed behind me.
“Do you think I’ll keep chasing you?”
I said it while running.
“And then it falls apart.”
No, it’s human, it’s Bandang, it’s time to bury the past.
One minute ago, the past is the past.
puck.
It was a sound I heard from the back of my head. To be precise, it was a sound heard from the enemy’s location that was understood with all five senses.
When I looked back, I saw an arrow stuck in the shoulder of the guy floating in the air.
“Ugh, don’t chase me! stop! “There is a sniper.”
It was an arrow.
So, it was an archer’s arrow.
I turned my gaze downward.
“And then it goes away.”
Along with the team leader’s voice, a face transformed into an evil spirit was seen.
“Yes, I think that’s why he’s going to stop chasing me.”
I made fun of my feet while talking.
This was after shaking off the enemy’s pursuit.
“Whew, what do we do now?”
I asked.
“I’m thinking about killing you.”
The team leader joked.
“Oh, what a joke.”
“joke?”
Don’t be serious. Make people scared.
After silently taking a few steps back, the team leader opened his mouth.
“The name of this operation is Invisible Japan, Invisible Prison.”
“Are you trying to lure me in by saying that? “You won’t get caught.”
Interesting, but I won’t fool you.
I just pricked up my ears. The team leader looked like he was seeing the world’s greatest asshole.
Pathetic bastard.
What a hater.
A guy who can’t distinguish between construction and construction.
A guy who can’t understand the atmosphere.
Several words were conveyed at once with eyes.
“Yes, invisible prison. “I will keep my ears wide open.”
I tried to change the mood.
Our team leader, who had a bad personality, rarely showed a gesture of forgiveness.
I started explaining without saying anything.
fantasy,
