Hunter of the Perished World

Slater's leader had an M60 machine gun where to find it. Perhaps it was not his authority that he heard the slatters' brother's voice, but the power of the M60.

Of course, now his mighty forces are literally all dead and kneeling before Jean.

The one who wanted to go after him has now been beaten. The leader appeared to be big and exhausted, but that was it.

It was a problem to go down to the platform in the first place and tap the drain. Once you've infiltrated the enemy with an infrared scope that can see through the darkness, you should know that the enemy's equipment is overwhelming.

If you did not know the existence of the Flashbang, you would be guilty of ignorance, but isolating yourself was already a bad choice.

Fighting in the wilderness is an important number, but ultimately an equipment fight. Even if 500 slatters are armed with guns, they can crush every one of those chariots. To this day, the enemies were slaughtered because they didn't have the equipment to see the Darkness. They were wiped out because they didn't know the existence of the Flashbang.

It's important to think about what the enemy has, and it's not something you should do before Gene starts hunting.

"It was a good idea to raid the Wargraves and wipe out the natives. In fact, we would have shot the Amens if the natives hadn't come to the fort."

"Th-th-that's... That's …."

"All right, I'll give you a compliment for surrendering and crawling out. But I'm curious not to attack you and kill you."

"W-what do you want to know...?"

"Given your strength, I don't think you'll be able to incite Wargrave fury to remove the indigenous forces. If he was rolling, he would have made the choice to tear down the breach at the time of the raid and then try to get away with another escape route. But instead, it's obvious and stupid to hide in plain sight where they're blocking their retreat. If this is how you judge a crisis, a car chase isn't coming out of your head."

"……."

That a fool like you would never come up with such a ruse. Despite the outright contempt of the Navy, the leader did not speak with a grim look.

"Who's behind this?"

Gene asked under the assumption that the background was definitely present. It was a result of knowing that I was a leader. This guy was a coward and a so-called no-brainer. There are still small groups like this in the world, and there are kings who swing a bunch of idiots.

However, in this case, those who did not act foolishly suddenly become foolish, so it is reasonable to doubt the back.

"Why did you go after Harbin?"

The leader replied with a firm expression.

"Ha, if we eliminate Harbin's indigenous forces... He said he'd join us in the group."

Gene's expression hardens violently in a completely unexpected name.

"Group?"

"Yes, a group. They say there are too few of us... They told me about the operation...."

"Mmmm..."

"What's a group? Why are you reacting like that?"

Ramfil was rather surprised by Gin's vicious reaction because he didn't know what the group was.

"Slatters' union. I'd say a lot of slater houses are linked forces.... I know they're... Near Northeast Asia…. It must be a Node..."

"Well, the group is now…. They're expanding immensely. This whole North is group territory already."

"Expanding?"

"Yes, the northern Russians are almost finished... There are a lot of people who want to join the group. Those left-handed gatherers trusted Wargrave and refused to join the group. That's why I wanted to sneak into my kids' group, so I could get rid of Harbin's slatters..."

Gene's expression became even more firm with what the leader said.

"No way... Those guys..."

'Even though Slater's alliance.... It's not a slater...'

Gene swallowed the horse behind his back.

Jin's firm expression was more embarrassing than frightening. It is the face of someone who faced something unexpected. Gene recalls a conversation long ago.

"Do you want to go to that cold land and dig up some ice? '

'Well, it's a land of ice, so there's no need to starve to death.'

'Reckless.'

"If you're chased to survive where there are no humans to covet, these guys will learn to live like humans. And actually, it's changing. Some people just like to run more than kill. They're just copycats because everyone else is doing it. If you're reluctant to live with that, you'll be normal for a few generations. '

A long time ago, a conversation passes like a horse's hut.

'Jean, just because you're born a scum doesn't mean you have to live like scum.'

'Living like garbage doesn't have to die like garbage.'

'Because of what I was born, I don't believe in what I live for.'

'I'm willing to be a mule for those who don't have the answers. Come back later.'

With that said, she clearly showed a nice smile.

'I'll show you junk wagon racing in Tundra. I can get you in the game if you want.'

'No, really.'

The last thing she said was that she disappeared to the north with a large swarm of slatters. The number was almost overwhelming.

Gene considers the time passed. When was the last time a group of slatters rallied the nearby forces in a nonlethal manner? Slatters who refer to themselves as self-proclaimed fanatics were doing a ridiculous thing that strictly prohibited the slaughter to be unsuitable for nicknames.

When were you able to connect with them and get involved in the Slater mob's war and play the role of Hitman in the war against the Conservative Slater House Union?

When have I ever seen her bite herself in the muzzle after winning a war and leave for the frozen land?

I heard the ambition to protect towns in the Far East of Russia, protect them, keep the herd, and make the area a good place to live, making it a fourth megalopolis.

Whenever.

Whenever Jean was told that the land occupied by the group was sparse, but safe, she felt a strange feeling. When did I not hear from you again?

Fifteen, maybe twenty. Or 30 years.

I don't remember very well. But what Slater is talking about right now is not the group of the past, but the group of the present.

They are now expanding their forces aggressively.

"Do you know about the leader of the group?"

"I heard he's called 'Azura'... I heard he carries a heavy machine gun every hand with six arms..."

Even though it was a false rumor that he had six arms, it was Gene's unforgettable name.

'He ended up dead.'

Her attempts to remove the frenzy by biting the rabid beasts were meaningless after all. Eventually, the beast inside us could not overcome the cold and ran to the field. Gene has always faced the sin of longevity, the collapse of things, and the collapse of certain decisions.

Every time it is hard to say something, sadness, and anger, some emotions come to light. Gene occasionally feels devastated by the reality he has to face just because he has lived a long time.

'Nature….'

In the end, she only had the worst outcome of making Slater into a well-organized army. The goodwill, forgiveness, and belief in man are all rendered worthless.

The wishes of those who were born with Slater as a parent, but decided not to live as a slater, now leave only a large group of slaters called the group.

Therefore, Gene had one more reason to hate Junkwagon.

Gene continues slowly.

"Right, so the group told you they would accept Harbin's indigenous Slater force as part of the group?"

"Well, yes…. To enter the group, you must occupy one realm completely or take over where they point you. When you join a group, you will have huge allies...."

The way the group expands its power is quite simple. Fights for those who want to join, and is accepted as a member when the mission is completed. Slatters in the vicinity quietly enter the group because of their strong friendship just by being part of a large slater group.

Those left-handed gatherers would trust Portress and not bow down to the group. So, as a group, I entrusted Slater's scheme to another group of people.

Their bleeding is a cruel way of expanding power without taking it.

Soon, it is a very wise way.

The group is behind this, and they're not interested in Wargrave, to be precise, they just want to expand into Harbin.

From here on out, you've overcome the problems of hunters and enforcers. Even if Jin is a demon-hunter and Ramfil has the combat ability of the Weatherman, he cannot defeat a group of military slatters.

This is to be discussed at Wargrave level.

Soon, the quest will be over. The leader opens the vest to see if he noticed the exchange of eyes between Ramfil and Gin.

"H-help me...."

"Hmm…."

Eventually, he crawled out of my way of life. He wears a thick vest with more than ten chipmusters on it.

In other words, he was wearing an exploding bomb vest when he pulled one of the strings. In fact, it was not unexpected.

"I don't mind keeping this one alive. What does the Practitioner think?" "

"Hmm…."

Ramfil ponders for a moment. Slater's life is determined just as carelessly as killing a man.

"Well, keeping this guy alive won't be a problem as long as we both know that the original goal of probable cause extraction is impossible."

The words made the leader's face slightly sag.

"Well, then I'll be going, so stay here until I get out...."

Puck!

But slater's head explodes like watermelon as if his hands were flashing. Without even the time to pull the rope, Gene pulls the trigger from the leader's fingers, scared to death.

Jin sighs and stares at Ramfil.

"Hey, it's a muscle spasm that pulls you out instantly. You almost died."

If Jean doesn't move quickly, the bomb vest could explode. But Ramfil said it naturally.

"That's how much I thought you'd solve."

"... I appreciate your trust. Why did you kill him when you said he was going to live?"

"An assumption if he escaped first and blew up a passageway to bury us alive?"

In fact, Ramfil killed as soon as he expressed his intention to leave first.

At Ramfil's words, Gene grins.

"A reasonable doubt."

I was just being modest to reassure myself, and I didn't want to save Ramfil or Jean in the first place.

Though his personality was different, he and Jean were quite similar in thinking.

It was natural for Jean to raid their hideout.

Returning to North Harbin, Ramfil asks.

"You seemed upset when you heard about the group. Was there a connection?"

There's no way Wargrave would be interested in a swarm of slatters crawling into the extremes of Asia, and it's no wonder Lamfil, who has no connection to intelligence, doesn't know about the group. Jean said briefly.

"If the route they're taking now is a pillager, it's in the past."

Gene says he doesn't want to answer, expressing his doctor, and Ramfil doesn't ask any more questions. After three days out of Fortress, they were able to root the slater horde. There was Ramfildo and Progress respectively.

We knew each other's skills weren't messy, but we also didn't know that they were surprisingly good at fighting together.

"Group..."

It is clear that if they aggressively escalate, even Wargraves who are not interested in the external environment should be nervous.

"Do you think it's a force to be wary of?"

"Well, they are such scumbags, even though I can think of enough to defeat Fortress alone...."

Fortress' chariot troops can crush thousands of canned junk wagons.

"Somehow, their aggression doesn't seem so simple."

I think they're poking around the world because they have a sharp angle. But it was hard to make quick decisions, including Ramfil. And most of all, Gene had the most disturbing thing to do.

If the northwest of Russia had already fallen into the hands of the group, would Saturn still be alive?

"I'm in trouble...."

We have to move quickly.

Is it true that the group's aggressive expansion of power would have overrun the satellite? I'm not sure yet.

Of course, Gene didn't forget the chip that the Left-Handed Collective needed to tear down. Before returning to Fortress, Ramfil and Jean found Slater House first.

Gene faces Slater House and sticks out his tongue.

"Almost the size of a free city."

The rubbish wall was so stubborn that it seemed almost impossible to burn. Thanks to the circular collapse of the apartments, there is a safe zone with ruined but accidentally high walls.

"What are the chances they won't pay?"

"Fortress is struggling, but it can't be."

No matter how precious the chip may be, it cannot be more precious than life. If it's just the two of you, Fortress' troops will be mobilized as soon as they touch us, but we won't get paid unless they get their heads cut off.

"You don't deserve to join the group."

It's big enough to be in this condition, but it's not worth thinking about going under. Keeping the rubbish wall far away, Jin and Ramfil had a conversation about whether they should go through the front door or something, and suddenly they heard a distant noise.

Boooaoaoang!

Junkwagon is coming from afar. Gin and Ramfil hid themselves instinctively without needing to. Whether it was a group that went hunting or a group of junk wagons, they were running with excitement.

"Players in position!"

There was blood everywhere in their junk wagons, and a man tied to his limbs was hanging in front of the junk wagon bonnet like he was stuffed. There was also a woman and a little girl tied up in the junk wagon that followed in the trailing heat.

And he's still alive.

Red blood spatter drips from the cargo hold of another junk wagon. Even with left-hand gathering, it's only one or two lambs, and they're cannibals, after all, feeding on humans for meat.

So going hunting for food is not unusual for slatters.

But what does' athlete's position 'mean? A horde of junk wagons pass by Ramfil and Gin, where they look at each other.

I didn't expect the Slatters to kill, so I wasn't disappointed.

Gene is not a hero who saves innocent people, nor is Ramfil indifferent to anything other than Wargrave.

"Hmm…."

"Athletes...."

But Ramfil and Jean consider whether they can sense anything.

"Why don't you sneak a peek into Slater House?"

There was no reason to, but Gene suggested it.

"Sure."

And Ramfil nodded, not knowing why.