Limit Breaker

Jinwoo's slaves were watching the hostages, but they ran to his call room without hesitation because they couldn't escape even if they let them go.

"Can I help you?"

Ycilia, the oldest of the slaves and the highest in rank, has asked for a stiff copper.

"Riellus."

Jinwoo opens his mouth to Riellus, and she immediately replies.

"There are three intruders in the cargo bay... No, five. It looks like the teleporter is coming from the outside, bringing in one person at a time."

"!!"

With information that an intruder had appeared in the cargo compartment, the eyes of the mysterious slaves changed sharply.

They did not doubt Riellus' remarks because Riellus sprinkled spider silk all over the cargo hold, and they were familiar with the system where if an enemy invaded and stepped on the spider silk, the vibrations would pick up her senses.

"Ycilia, Noah, Harin, Iris and Riellus, prepare for battle. Perisha, make sure the pilot doesn't conform to them. And the answer is small."

"Old."

I opened my mouth again to the five slaves who would go into battle in case there was an incident even heard by the cargo car intruders.

"It's time for you to start warming up. I'll keep an eye on the hostages, so you guys can play nice."

His words put a smile on the mouths of the slaves, except for Iri.

He will, too, be given the opportunity to finally use the power suit that Jin Woo created.

The women who haven't used their powers properly since they gained their own personal power suits looked confident.

"And you remember my order? Keep the women alive as long as they can. Especially not with Riellus, only one warning."

"… Sorry."

Riellus made a mistake that instinctively cut the stewardice's head, but he generously passed it on, saying that if he lived with it, he could make mistakes. With a warning that there is no second.

"There is only one instruction I have to make. Clearly, devastately, screaming, tearing them to shreds of despair. You don't have to keep her alive. More than."

There were no specific instructions for the operation.

He will, too, because all of his slaves are skilled men with high talents, skills, and experience in their fields, as well as revived Margaery's death and made power suits for the slaves.

Rather, if you love the slaves who have to fight the world with you too much, you will be nothing more than an obstacle or an obstacle to the fight against the enemies you really have to fight.

But I don't want to be able to do it alone or have command skills on the ground. I only know how to do my part, and I want to be able to come back alive at least without dying even if I'm not confident.

He did not suspect that it would be a good warm-up to deal with American troops who would be applying terrorist groups in Iraq because he was planning to capture the concept in a long distance war and a firefight.

Jinwoo's slaves also met enemies who could fight properly, so they took their eyes off each other and moved back past the passengers.

"Well, in the meantime, I'll try 007 breads again! Maybe some fun." "

Jinwoo, who hated the most boring things, enjoyed the blushing of the passengers' faces and pulled out his pistol again.

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Whoo-hoo!

Tak!

Khaleen, a red-headed woman, has moved Murasah to the cargo bay of a hijacked airplane.

Teleporting into a moving mount is very difficult for the teleporter, and she managed to transport all her team members safely into the passenger plane several times between the two airplanes flying high.

Kalin's expression was breathless, but he closed his eyes calmly and breathed several times and recovered his complexion.

I was able to see her experience in a cargo compartment that lacked air and calmed her shortness of breath with unstable breathing.

At the latest, Murasah instinctively searched the surroundings and found roughly three fallen corpses.

The two spheres of the body were male, with holes in their foreheads, and the other body was supposed to be a stewardess, but the neck was cut off.

Three dead already? '

While other team members were already enraging the terrorists who had killed three hostages, Bread, who was concentrating on the cargo floor during Murasah's arrival, opened his mouth with a low voice with a slightly urgent tone.

"A group of terrorists is coming this way! Cover up!"

"!!

In his cry, his men hid themselves as a cover for passengers who were made like small mountains, so that their burdens would not be swayed or swirled around.

Heave-ho!

At the same time, the door was opened and terrorists in women's power suits appeared.

Captain, do we have a kill shot? '

Hearth, holding a SMG series gun with a silencer to match the massive size, sends a signal to Bread, but Bread shakes his head.

'Not yet. We need to be as quiet as possible.'

The original plan was to identify the weapon of the enemy with his and Nessie's abilities and deal with as many terrorists silently as possible.

However, as the terrorists have uncovered their intrusion for some reason, Bred began to roll his head as hard as he could to overcome the current situation.

'They have to search the cargo hold to find us. Only then will you have the chance!'

Brad sends out a call, giving orders to his team, and his men nod and wait for the search for terrorists in a swift and ambushing position.

"Attention all intruders in the cargo bay! If you leave now, I'll give you a chance to fight fair and square!"

At that moment, the voice of a bright young woman resounded.

Bred's teammates, who had confirmed that the blacksmith's men, known as Ed Lee, were all women, were surprised at the remarks of the terrorists who knew whether they were trespassing or not, but didn't react.

"If the numbers don't come out by zero, I'll attack where you're hiding! 5!"

'It's a bluff. At best, it's a clear shot.'

I don't know how they found out if they were trespassing, but they thought the terrorist was bluffing.

If you use explosives like grenades stupidly to puncture the bottom of an airplane, the gas won't stabilize, so they can attack with anything but a firearm.

However, this was a stereotype that arose because there had never been a high level of competence among terrorists, and was reluctant.

"4! 3! 2! 1! 0!"

Bang!

At the same time she counts to zero, she fires the handgun she draws.

It's about time everyone thought it was going to be difficult.

Puck!

"Eh……."

Fluffy!

Kant, in a sneak attack position in front of Bread, collapses with a foul smell of burning flesh piercing the center of his glabella.

"!!"

"!!

I was stunned by the sight of my colleagues who had assembled a team and fought many terrors together for five years, dying in vain as smoke rose over their heads.

Bang!

Kick!

"Tsk!?"

Hash twists slightly at the impact of the bullet on the part of his Power Schutz helmet as he fires his pistol again.

'Th-the trajectory of bullets is curved...!?'

Hash, who saw the trail of ammunition caught in the red flame, suddenly turned and saw the tail of the flame go long, instinctively and unwanted.

'The Sovereign Shot... And the Brawler who bends bullets with free material...!'

"Why is Satan the firecracker...!"

Boom, boom, boom!

At the same time as Haas shouts, two handguns drawn by Noah spit out the gunshot from his hand.

"Avoid it!!"

Before the sound of Bread's squealing screams, his teammates who had already judged that there was no advantage to shielding against the burning man, instinctively dodged bullets that tried to dig with their bodies and heads as they quickly fell to the ground.

We didn't know if he was really a firecracker or a meta-human who imitated her abilities, but it was clear that she couldn't defend against the enemy by shielding herself.

All hands on deck! "

The lives of the hostages are important, but that doesn't mean you can't resist and die.

Brad ordered a counterattack, and the team members who stepped out of the shield fired special forces SMGs with silencers for indoor combat.

Fufu Fusion 54523; --!

With a sound of pressure in the air, dozens of bullets flew towards the terrorists in an instant, but the sight once again shocked them.

Whoo-hoo!

Another terrorist, who is thought to be the devil of fire, spread his hands and created a huge membrane of mind and held the bullets in the air.

Only a minimum of Grade 6 is possible to prevent the destructive power of a gun from purely conceiving it.

Of course, the talents below can be prevented, but the range is extremely narrow and if it continues to be attacked, it will be easily pierced.

Not only did Bread and his teammates keep their mouths shut, but also the capable terrorist who could easily stop bullets fired from multiple directions.

"The search is over."

The terrorist who blocked the bullet with a massive mind-field did not breathe out a single breath, but clasped her head in a quiet tone, and other women, other than Riellus, jumped towards the inside direction of the cargo compartment.

"Freedom to Counter! Haas can use all of his built-in weapons!"

"Wooooo!"

Bred's command, which he witnessed, reached out his right arm, and his fist protruded out with a built-in Gettlingon.

"Fuck you all!"

Skak!

At that moment, Haas felt his right arm lighten, and the focus of his eyes that was aiming down at the enemy fell.

"W-what...?!"

In the appearance of Gettlingan, who was cut off despite an invisible enemy attack, Haas was unable to conceal his frustration but was able to see what attacked him. With your body.

Quadruck!

"Huff!?"

As the blade of sharp wind that deflects the air twists into his abdomen, he feels a shock that distorts the power suit, rushing straight towards himself, and discovering the terrorist who fixed his eyes.

"Bitch!"

Fufu Fusion 54523; --!

Haas thrashed the SMG he was holding in his left hand, but Harin, a wind-handler, charged straight ahead, covering his face with both arms.

Tea ratings --!

"Is this the end?"

Harren smiled satisfactorily at the power suit's performance, rather than the impact, as if the bullet was tapping his body lightly.

"Oh... my...! Th-thin gloves...!"

Hash, who likes to use giant heavy power suits, worn by women, was only a thin piece of metal.

However, considerable knowledge of the power suits made Hash feel that she wore something other than a normal item, since she fired a gun during that thin iron plate without a scratch.

The embarrassment he felt was the same for the rest of his team.

"C-boss! This way, it won't work!"

"Khhh...! How can something like that be for a terrorist...!"

Bread and his team were frustrated when they brought only portable, easy-to-use SMGs and handguns to the war room.

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I don't understand something.

In the novel, there are more people who don't use! than you think?

For example:

- A violent scream erupted from everywhere. -

= Die. =

= Don't let any of them live. =

or

- The two of them ran out screaming at each other. -

= protagonist. =

= Villain1. =

I cut off all the pieces of a novel or a long conversation before and after and after, and I picked up the essence, and there was a loud scream, and I ran out screaming, and it was a period! is not.

I mean... first of all, it's like I'm losing my nerve, and it's like I'm playing a puppet without emotion.

Of course I have the strength of my voice to fight! It looks like it's the right one.

But strangely enough, when you search, you don't see any criticism of it. Am I the only one weird?