Limit Breaker

"Kishijab!"

"Gross!"

Rats the same size as tiger-sized predators, and various kinds of insects as the upper half of humans, were rushing towards the humans who had come out with sharp fangs.

Tutatata...!!

"Damn it! Keep moving! Stop, and it's over!"

A previous explanation would have been made that a large number of Korean talent had escaped overseas while avoiding responsibility to these talent during a simultaneous bank robbery.

In the aftermath, the Talent 7 and the Special Forces escorting and assisting them usually dealt with monsters at a rate of 3, but the Talent 2 and the Special Forces turned out to be 8 as the power went out.

The vastness of the sewers led to four Special Forces being scattered to deal with predators and delinquents, but at least hundreds of monsters working with each other began to be defeated individually.

Currently, the five special forces being driven out by a horde of monsters behind them were only part of the squadron that barely survived the Separatists.

Tatattan!

Pippin!

"Dammit! There's a yogurt in the middle!"

"Get rid of the predators and block the way!"

Beasts can be dealt with long enough, but the special forces who were running towards the exit after handling the beast supply mixed with the base pay are consuming ammo rapidly.

"Cahuahua!"

At that time, an insect thought to be monstrous by a cockroach ran out and spit and hit the leg of a special unit member who was running in the back row.

"Ugh! What the hell!"

Chop-chop, chop!

He was noticeably slowed down by the weight of the saliva stuck to his leg, and even if he tried to tear it off with his hand, the lump composed of liquids was not torn off, but rather slipping his hand.

"N-no...! H-save me... Khh!"

Stubborn, woodchuck!

Before he finished speaking, the rats and bugs swarmed his body, and his screams were buried in the sound of bones and flesh being torn and shattered by a horde of monsters.

I was running on to survive my colleague's cruel death with no time to mourn.

"Get your head down!"

As the light flashes from the front, a man's voice is heard, and they bow their heads as he says, and a bullet flies over their heads.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

Papa-pac! * Splash *!

"Yuck!"

"Tsk-tsk!"

With K-1 rifles from special forces hitting their heads, the predatory monsters that need to be fed are swirled in an instant, the gunshot wounds spread to the body so noticeably that even the noble monsters are burned, and the movement of the hordes of monsters rushing into the fire is noticeably dull.

"Oh shit, you don't just have rats, you have worm pups. How do you get their necks? You're a modern civilization, aren't you? Is it a machine or something that can't be checked?"

"I can't help it. Checking with the machine is a concern of hacking……."

"Damn."

The two men and women approaching with Wright pass by a dazed Special Forces member, pushing the corpse towards the approaching monsters.

"Now, let's get you warmed up for a while!"

Whoo-hoo!

The man pulls his gun and leaps into the monsters with his bare hands. The Special Forces freak out, but their surprise turns into a different kind.

Kwaek!

"You're the first!"

The body of the insect-like monster who was struck by the kick as if he were kicking a soccer ball was simply torn in half, and at the same time, the jaw of the jumping rat was raised to rip off his neck, swiftly swinging, piercing from his chin to his brain.

Quack, quack!

He avoided the movements of monsters flying from all around as if it were a slow video or a half-turn, whilst swinging his arms and feet around, but the right monster was saved in a single blow.

Ta-da!

At that time, the number of monsters rapidly decreased to the action of two men and women, as the bullet ejected from the female handgun struggled and died from the pain of the innards in the body.

"Tsk!"

"Kisuit!"

A man's kill speed is several times faster than a woman's bullet, so monsters who were more intelligent than usual in her challenge of emptying the magazine turned their backs and fled as they had only four or five levels left.

"Oh, fuck. Rats are like that, but they feel like they're fucking exploding."

The man shakes his arm, expressing horror at the green fluids of the insects in his hands and flushes them out.

"W-who are you…?"

Special forces, who ate their colleagues and had to flee because they could not revenge, asked for his identity in a group stronger than the talents they had acted with so far.

"This is Class E Mercenary Jin Woo. Is there anything more you can do to clean your hands?"

Jinwoo frowns and opens his mouth at them as if the awkward bodily fluids left in his hands were more important than their surprises.

"A class mercenary, Yu Noah. Why are you the only ones here?"

Noah, who thought the story would be counted if he spoke, stopped and asked for his introduction to the Special Forces and the whereabouts of the others.

"If you're Yu Noah... you're a firecracker...!"

"Please! Save the others!"

Noah's fame spread far and wide to the military, and as soon as he heard her name, the surviving Special Forces asked for the rescue of his colleagues.

"Okay, so don't make a fuss and explain the situation. That way we can set our course quickly."

In Noah's rather formal demands, special forces explained what happened to them.

A team of six, including Haulin, and four special forces to support them.

Rather, the density in the narrow space is divided into groups, so if only predators and yogis are found, they will notify us on the radio. However, many of their colleagues were defeated by a group of monsters.

"So you don't know where you are while you're being driven out?"

"Yes…. I ran around looking for an exit without a chance to look at the map...."

"Give me the map first."

A Special Forces member with a map handed her the map.

With a map of the sewers where the troops move and a well-organized route, she opens her mouth to the special forces.

"If we go in a straight line in the direction we came, there will be an exit. Looks like ammo consumption is high, so let's retreat. Oh, and give me the radio. You'll need it to save your colleagues."

"Th-thank you."

"Thank you so much for saving my life!"

"Please save my colleagues!"

Those who were captivated by the horror of death gave a radio to Noah and ran towards what she had said with a thank-you note.

"Tsk. I'm the one who saved your life, but you say hello to someone else."

"I'm a little embarrassed, but I have a better reputation. But don't worry about it. If Jinwoo is willing and active, he will gain a much higher reputation than me."

"Hmmm, of course. Why don't we check the map and radio first?"

In places like this, it is easy to move without planning, so those who decided to check the map first laid out a map and approximated their location.

Chiropractor--

"Ah, hello? Hello? Arlo? Up?"

A group that listed greetings when they received a multinational phone call frowned on the radio's radio transmission status, which only made a gigantic noise.

"Looks like they're all dead. I don't get any of it."

"It could be that the radio waves are bad. Just move..."

[Tick-tock... tick-tock! I... I w-saw it... and I c-can 't...!]

At that moment, I heard the voice of a woman who was as close to being disconnected from the radio.

Jinwoo and Noah walked in a direction that was gradually clearer while checking the radio status, and they heard a radio message that they could understand.

Reporting on… John… who survived… in each platoon…! Teeth -!]

"Looks like this is the right direction. Let's keep going."

As the Special Forces continued to move in the direction they had fled, the contents of the repetitive radio were perfectly clear.

[Report anyone who survives in each platoon! I repeat! Each squad...!]

I took the radio from Noah, who was desperate for a woman's voice, and pressed the radio switch to open his mouth.

"Greetings? I take it no one receives this radio but us?"

[Who are you!? Who is this radio...!]

"This is a mercenary dispatched from the Mercenary. The four Special Forces we encountered escaped to the exit we came in, but I don't know about the other squads."

(* Sigh *)]

When no other radio was heard, the woman's voice opened her mouth again with a desperate groaning.

[We are currently gathering survivors from Section G. Join us.]

"Huh? What are you, a dictator?"

[Wh-what...?]

"We're mercenaries, not your bitch. Besides, we're here on a mission to eradicate Yoma, not to assist you on your mission. Shouldn't you ask them to join forces? Come on, what did you say?"

At the same time, the radio was turned off and there was no response from that side, and the same voice when the radio was turned on again, but a polite voice and tone.

[Apologies. It seems disrespectful to the shock that the people who were with us died.]

"Oh, I'm sorry. This side was meant to preserve some basic mutual courtesy. I apologize for my provocative remark just now."

[If you don't have a map, I'll explain the location....]

"No, I asked the guys we helped earlier for maps and radios. This radio belongs to them, too. I'll be right there. Just wait."

After finishing the radio, Noah asked with an unexpected glance.

"I'm a little surprised. I thought Jin-woo would tell us to get lost because we were hunting."

"Right. If it was a man on the radio. But she had a pretty voice that felt like a pretty girl. So I want to make a decision by looking at him."

Then she giggles and makes a dirty, colorful smile, but she smiles in disgust, saying so.

"Then let's go. I want to get out of here for a minute."

"It's the same for me. Let's get out of here with a 200,000,000 head."

Although adapting slightly to the stench of the sewers, it was still difficult for both men and women to check the map and head for the area of G, which is a fairly wide clearing in the sewers painted on the map.

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One squadron of Special Forces is a squadron of regular soldiers.