Hunter of the Perished World

It is very difficult to simply put a curse on a man.

However, the punishment for those who set a taboo and violate it sometimes kills them. As curses and taboos are different, so are curses and thunderbees.

Bang!

“Unh!”

“What, what! Come on!”

A bullet hit a colleague, and a child's eyeball burst when the bullet exploded and aimed at him.

There was a terrible misfortune that was happening too simultaneously because of the equipment failure.

The children slaughtering civilians felt something strange and cool surrounding them.

Phew! Phew!

“44761;!"

“Well, what the... ”

A sudden, violent gust of stone fell on the roof of the abandoned building and landed precisely on the boy's head. The boy sits down, trembling, even missing his gun, watching his colleague die instantly from a broken head. The boys who called for innocent deaths were dying for no reason or reason.

Only after the terrible things started to happen, the children remembered the voice of the wind that had been whispering a while ago.

“Well, what the... Because of that voice... ”

“No way... ”

But they all felt that cool voice stuck in their brains and ignored it. And after killing innocent people, a thunderbolt of lies was coming. The children scattered across Shane are each in confusion.

I don't know what it was, but I could clearly tell they were cursed. Suddenly, the rocks fall, and the intact building collapses and is buried, and the defective firearm is an example.

As Slater approached from afar, he turned out to be an ally. In addition to the sudden illusion, the thunderbee came to rest on reality and people's minds.

The children were either going crazy or dying one by one in a thousand, not in the slatters' reactions. In complete chaos, the children fled from the mysterious curse and headed for their leader. The chiefs were leading an organized squad, surrounding the central office area with triangles.

The slatters were all under guard, as if they were going to shoot indiscriminately if there was a guerrilla approaching with a machine-gun installed in a pierced window.

The Central Bureau was once an impregnable fortress, but at the same time it was a rat in a poison. The guerrillas win virtually the battle against the group by targeting the Central Council.

“Truan! Something's attacking us! ”

“... I heard. ”

The chiefs were now gathering in the basement of a abandoned building near the Central Church, and other children were arriving inside. And there were noticeably fewer numbers. The chiefs did not fall because they were not interested in petty revenge because of their larger goals.

I was just aware that something unknown was attacking them when Truman heard the whisper of the wind and that there was practical damage.

“It's because you care about the same things. Your actions will be judged according to the family law. ”

Truman growled at the fact that something important was being delayed because he was concerned about such a trivial matter. If the primary guerrilla operation succeeded, we should gather at the rally point, but the children were running late because they were doing their own crap.

The young successors of the other two gangs also scolded other members, similar to Truman, to see if they were uncomfortable planting. Fifteen more people have been killed by an unidentified misfortune than have been killed in the battle with the slatters.

But there were still many more left.

“Looks like they're all here by now. ”

“I think we are, too. ”

“So do we.”

Unexpectedly, the other two gangbangers acknowledged that they were now in the hands of Truman. Everyone knew it was foolish to fight here.

“From now on, retaliation is prohibited. I'll gouge your eyes out if anyone tries anything stupid. ”

The sad words all nod. About sixty children gather at the secondary node. Some were carrying the AR taken from Slater, but most were carrying flare guns.

“Listen up. Their weapons level is no match for ours. All out war doesn't stand a chance. ”

Truman judged the situation calmly.

“The only way to bring down the Central City Hall and bury them. ”

If they've gathered, it's best to disable the rally point. There was no alternative, and the breakthrough had no chance.

But that was something that at least one person could never accept.

“No. ”

“Excuse me?”

However, it was the heir to the Sheriff's Department that opposed Truman's operation.

“That's where our organization's history lies. We can never agree to tear it down. ”

An heir to the sheriff's party shakes his head, frowning violently. In fact, the Central Office was the symbol and most important building of the sheriff's clan that had once been taken over by the group as a city sheriff.

“Is there another way? If there's an alternative, you present it. They've got machine guns in place, but they're gonna break through, right? ”

“Shut up! Don't I know it's easy for you to say that you're afraid to destroy your own family house and say no? ”

It was a moment when the air conditioning system that had not been hard until now was cracked. As the heir to the sheriff's family castles, the surrounding children became even more violent.

Heave-ho!

“Watch what you say. ”

Heave-ho!

“You're the ones who are talking nonsense. You can't come all the way out here and give up a fucking building? ”

The air around you freezes cold, pointing a gun at each other. It is natural that I want to get back what I originally had. And it's natural to have to give up some of the big goals.

But if that sacrifice focused on just one group, it was psychologically unacceptable.

In a situation where victory is at hand, the children get fed up with their expectations and eventually forget what is important.

And in the commotion, no one knew that a black shadow was heading towards the central office.

It was not just the shooting, but the atmosphere was aggravated, and it was the successor of the Shandu Clan who silenced it. The successor of the Shandu Clan entered the mediation, calming the commotion by granting each of them a little concession.

After destroying the central office, Truan decided to provide the sheriff with the Skull family home as their headquarters, and the new headquarters were each conceived individually after the Shandu family decided to search and build.

Fortunately, the division did not occur, but time was delayed.

The operation was simple. The sheriff uses an underground passageway to access the Central City Hall's basement and rig a time bomb on each column to destroy the Central City Hall.

And the slatters will have no choice but to leave if the central office shows signs of collapse. If all the guerrillas ambushing the slatters that succeeded in the escape are eliminated, the group will be completely eliminated from here.

It was a simple but possible way to find out about the enemy stronghold.

Slatters were camping because they knew they were disadvantaged in Shayne's Civil War. However, because of that choice, I was going to face the consequences of being wiped out.

A geographical sheriff leader leads a group of people to the subway. I was forbidden to touch civilians, so I no longer suffer the wrath.

The guerrillas began to wait for a decisive moment, each one of them covering an invisible location to the central office's machine gun shooters.

Enemies escaping the collapse will be desperate to escape the open field.

The children were breathless, surrounded by the central office. The ruins, the bases, the rooftops, and the places they were covering were different.

But at that time, the children who were surrounding the front gate could see someone coming out of Central City Square.

There was only one. But they all knew who it was.

The tall, gray skin and the creepy tattoos on his face show that he was the chief executive officer and slater assigned to Shane by the group. I don't know what kind of nerve he has, but he walks out of the wall with all his might.

However, in his heavy arm was a massive M134, collectively called a Minigun. Even with the weight of a gun, the minigun was attached to a giant drum magazine. Without powers unlike humans, he stands alone in the square with an unusable level of minigans.

The guerrilla army is already an enemy of the group. That's why he didn't say anything if he didn't think the conversation was necessary. Slatters also knew that guerrillas had already surrounded the area and were looking for opportunities to explore Hoshitam.

I just couldn't shoot him because I didn't know where he was.

The same thought came to mind in the heads of the children, especially the heads of the gangs.

If you shoot that brave fool, you and your gang will have the symbol of killing the leader of the group.

But the enemy will be looking for that moment. Regardless of whether the officer is a decoy or not, it is clear that at the moment of firing, the concentration will begin towards that point.

Wouldn't it be okay if we took a quick shot and ran? Let's shoot first, then think.

The eyes of the children crazy with fame are dazzled with desire. As soon as he falls, the slatters are in real trouble.

And some think about the far future.

Children know you can't win a war with a group. If the group comes back, no one will survive.

If we're gonna die, let's be heroes now and die. Let's liberate Shane and die now, not just as one death on the verge of everyone dying.

It came to mind not only in the chief, but also in the heads of many other guerrillas. Shane's clerk stands still. As if to ask him to shoot, Truman's mind flashes as he looks at his footing.

Thinking that the others would do the same thing, I realized that I should never fire a reflexive shot in Truman's head.

This is a trap.

“Wait, don't shoot.... ”

Bang!

However, a flame had already erupted from the rooftop of a building.

That was the beginning.

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

When one of them shot, the other guys started pouring bullets. Because of honor, children trample all the advantages of concealment into my hands. When the many bullet baptisms were over, the children were looking at the confusion, as if they were going to kill themselves if they took one more step. Even if you think about the possibility that your aim might have fallen off during the night, even if you think about the bullet spilled, you shouldn't have left even a piece of flesh behind.

Truman didn't fire, but I couldn't believe the sight in front of him.

“Wh-what...? ”

The group's clerk stands still with numerous wind holes in his body, although the clothes he was wearing were ragged. Apparently, he was shot, and the bullet remained intact in the body until it was punctured.

Nor did he die standing.

“Well, that's... What the hell is that? ”

Truman turns his head in disbelief and looks at the group of administrators checking the position of the gunshot.

The power to escape the death bestowed upon him by Asura. They were the first to see something that could no longer be dead because it was already dead once. And now that we have a location, there should be counterfire from the central office, which is awfully quiet.

Just as everyone believes the marshal will straighten this out.

He aimed at the minigun, and the direction he pointed was not a children's hideout, but a hidden building itself.

Wiiiing!

Mini gun fire started spinning.

Voodoo!

Saturation of 7.62 mm rounds was initiated.

Boom, boom!

But it wasn't just ammunition. All the bullets exploded with a frighteningly blue flash of light.

The bullet in the minigun was the 7.62mm-bugshot that Gin uses. The bullet that fills the charred jacket with blue chip powder causes a grenade to explode each time it hits.

The group's fortune was enough to fire such expensive ammunition at the Mini Gun, and the group's administrators were given the wings of a monster called the Mini Gun and that monster 7.62 mm-bugshot.

With just ordinary ammo, a dizzy giant could be turned into a honeycomb or blood.

A buckshot projectile that speeds four thousand rounds of fire per minute is now tearing down the abandoned building like a bell.

Bang, bang!

“Aaahhhh!”

“Falling!”

The column-rooted building collapsed and crushed the hidden children, and all the marshal had to do was turn the minigun around and tear down the surrounding buildings.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

In a massive explosion, the building collapses in a chain. They're just wielding a mini-gun filled with explosives. The surroundings were devastated and buried before the children could escape.

Buildings around the Central City Hall have been preventing raids since the time of the gangs and turned them into uninhabitable abandoned buildings, so civilians did not live around them. As a result, there can be no damage to the civilians around you.

Children had to see the power of the group, the weapons of the group, and the wealth of the group in return for their rebellion today, and the cost was their lives.

The children who were exploring underground knew about the commotion above. So whatever it was, the idea of having to solve it quickly made the children desperate. Fortunately, the subway only knew its successor's family, and the group did not clean up the central office basement full of junk and trash.

The task is simple: plant explosives on each of the pillars in the basement, loosen and ignite the ignition lines long before escaping.

Jarrod Sherif, the heir to the Sheriff's Party, is still reluctant to do so. It was hard to accept the fact that the symbol that had dominated the purity for a long time had to be broken by the hand of its heir. But they were following behind with all their gear on.

‘Once I've defeated the group, I'll have to kill that bastard first. ’

The young man rolls his head a bit and pretends to have some distribution. Once the war is over, it will be war again.

And I had a hunch they were doing it, not just themselves, but others. Oh Wol-dong Joo can't go forever anyway. It is obvious that you will think differently after you have driven out a common enemy.

But even before the victory, Jarrod was already thinking about it.

Woof! Woof!

“This doesn't look good, boss. ”

“Don't fight, you lunatics. Don't fight. ”

He grits his teeth as if the other two are screwing things up. The basement is wet, and the air is sticky. Jarrod wanted to get out of this awkward, humid place as soon as possible.

“Almost there. ”

When Jarot arrives, he whispers to his followers.

“I don't know what's out there, so get out your weapons. ”

“Yes.”

Heave-ho!

The children all pulled out their weapons with a nervous look. I was preparing Slater for her, but somehow Jarrod seemed to be thinking of something else.

Yuck! Yuck!

Soon after pushing out the bookshelf between the narrow gaps blocking their eyes, they were able to descend to the three deepest basements of the Central Church. This former parking lot was now full of a lot of junk and concrete byproducts.

And most of all, there were white bones all around.

Of course, the children were tired of seeing the white bones around them. There were an enormous number of white bones everywhere.

“Hey, this is.... What?”

“What the hell? The group that killed those people is here. ”

That was a lie. This place was used by the sheriffs as a morgue. It was a place where people rebelled against them, left large debtors, or junkies that were impossible to recover.

There were a lot of people who didn't know that even the members of the organization had this space because they usually hung it up and secured the entrance down here.