Limit Breaker

"This is the only answer if the gun doesn't work! Murasah! Let's go!!"

"Hmm!"

Haas turns his right arm back into his fist and lunges toward Harin, comfortably approaching.

"Ahhhh!"

At the same time as Harsh's shout, Murasah also pulled out the Japanese who were holding a gun at his waist and likewise rushed towards the Japanese terrorists, but the other terrorists who saw him smiled and stopped the attack.

No, he wasn't even attacking in the first place.

'What? The Heavy Power Suits must be overwhelming.' '

It was frightening that there were not even a scratch left on the bullet by the Light Power Suits, and a warning sounded instinctively in Bread's head as he smiled at Haas, a giant figure wearing heavy power suits.

"W...!"

Harsh swings his fist at the terrorist before his cry comes out of his mouth, and Harin responds with his fist as well.

Kuaang!

"Kuaaak!?"

"Oh... my god!"

Other team members couldn't hide their astonishment as Haas' huge fist was smashed into the shape of a woman's face, flying away as his body flew away and collided with the passengers' fixed cargo.

Cha Kang!

"!!"

At the same time, Murasah was unilaterally pushed against terrorists who were skilled at wielding their own Japanese counterparts made of alloys while running toward Japanese counterparts.

"N-no way...!"

Murasa, who was defeated by unilateral aggression, could not conceal her fear of the sword of a so familiar terrorist.

"Chairman…! Why are you……!"

Skak!

"!!"

At that moment, Iri's sword cut through the Japanese province of Murasah made of alloy and carved out his chest.

"Cough...!"

"I'm sorry, Murasah."

"Chapter... Chapter...!"

Phew!

Iri plunges her sword into Murasa's sword, and her arms and legs stretch colder as she struggles several times.

"N-no way... How can one terrorist...!?" "

With a sword so overwhelming as to wield Japanese ammunition against terrorists, Murasah, who conceded even Hades, died in vain after only a handful of sword deals.

Less than three minutes after the war began, Kant and Murasah died, and Haas became moribund. The only people who had not been attacked so far could not conceal their frustration.

This is wrong! They were no ordinary terrorists! '

Armed with more powerful power suits than heavy power suits and without a scratch.

Moreover, even though they were attacking like they were playing with this side, this result appeared.

"What? I expected you to be quite capable again, and this is it?"

Harin, who no longer had the courage to suppress himself, opened his mouth to the special forces with a blatant look and tone that he could not otherwise have done.

"What are you going to do now? Your weapons won't hurt us one bit."

The reason why things went so overwhelming was because they defeated their allies with overwhelming abilities, but before that, they didn't have any attack on their power suits.

If it had been any harm, Bread, Cali and Nessie would have been able to cover fire and take care of Haas and Murasah one by one, but the attack didn't work, so the result would have been a unilateral massacre.

"Surrender! I surrender!" "

Eventually, Bred, who thought it was a one-sided harassment, put his hands on his head and offered to surrender.

"Kalin, we need to get as much information from them as possible. When I send the signal, we'll teleport with Nency and escape on the transport."

Nod. Nod. Nod.

The biggest problem with high-jacking is that enemy information cannot be easily obtained.

As a result, they have failed, but once they have extracted as much information as they can, Khaleen and Nensi can return to the following transport, keeping a certain distance in case of an incident.

Khaleen and Nessie, two women, noticed his intentions, nodded, disarmed, and put their hands above their heads.

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"Huh? What? It's been less than three minutes since I heard the gunshot."

Jinwoo tilts his head toward the group of special forces tied up with the spider webs of Riellus.

Passengers had hope that the noise coming from behind might have caused the special forces to arrive, but hope turned to despair as the uniforms of the special forces appeared tied up.

To be honest, he didn't know how good his power suit was. It was because there was nothing clearly comparable to it.

Although it is clear that performance is superior to traditional power suits, he did not conceal any skepticism about the appearance of the slaves who were coming after it was expected to take some time, since they were special forces fighting terrorists.

"Thanks to the performance of your suit. Because of this, their attacks didn't work at all, so they were unilateral."

"Really?"

As she explained the magnificence of the suit, Jinwoo realized it had become a performance test for the suit rather than a warm-up for the slaves.

'He made those suits!?'

Brad wore a mask, but he was surprised that the young man who appeared to be in his mid-30s, even in his mid-30s, was the creator of the power suits she used, even in her mid-20s and hundreds of concessions.

"Why do you even hike when you have this kind of skill? '

Any technologist who can make those power suits has to be treated with the utmost care by the government, by heroes, by Billon, and by any organization.

Even though the power of these abilities is great, there are endless ways that science can create a force close to this power.

"Welcome to my hike, stranger. I want you to put away the terrorists who have enlightened you to look down on my prisoners."

"……."

"……."

"……."

"……."

At that moment, the faces of passengers, slaves of Jin Woo, and surviving Special Forces personnel were strangely distorted.

His linguistic tone, his bizarre accent, seemed to tilt his head to see what was going on even now, but the group who maintained My Face continued to speak.

"Well, that's the end of the joke. Now what are we going to do with you?"

"We were captives, but according to the Geneva Convention...."

Bread tries to speak theoretically, but his words do not end.

Bang!

Puck!

"Gaaaaaah!"

"Aah! Aah!"

Jin Woo fired his pistol without listening to him.

The passengers start screaming at the death of a person in front of them, but as he looks up, the screams disappear like a lie.

As a result of the horror he's inflicted on the hostages so far.

"What the fuck are these bastards? Geneva, Joeiac? Don't be a dick, guys! You guys made a pact. I never admitted it. I never accepted it! Don't let your laws get in the way of this!"

"Commander! Goddamn it!!"

Harth howls at Bred, who was pierced in his forehead and died.

"You said you'd surrender! Then why did you kill the commander?"

"I didn't deliver the chicken."

Taang!

Puck!

Jinwoo fires a pistol at Haas, and falls over Bred's corpse through a hole in Haas' eyebrow.

"If I had half a mummy, I would have let you.... That's a shame, isn't it?"

"Ahh... Ahh..."

Calin and Nessie begin to feel overwhelmed by despair and helplessness as their comrades who have been dying so quickly.

"From now on, the male passengers are moving to the cargo hold! Even the youngest!"

A group of two male prisoners shouted at the passengers, and his slaves pointed a gun at them.

"Everyone move!"

"Don't try anything but move!"

By the time the slaves led all the male passengers to the cargo hold, Jinwoo summoned Riellus.

"Hey, tighten them up with cobwebs so they can't do anything. And tell Perisha this and come to the cargo hold."

He whispers something in her ear, and Riellus nods, once again realizing that the evil of the brood is out of the human category.

"Then I'll leave you to it."

"Yes, I'll be right behind you."

Riellus reverberated Nessie and Kalin's body as she made spider silk behind the crescent heading towards the cargo bay, and they struggled in the city streets, but it was almost impossible for them to tear the cobwebs out of their strength.

After dealing with the prisoners, she heads to the flight deck to deliver word of Jinwoo to Ferrissa.

After a while, Jinwoo noticed that all the male passengers were gathering in the cargo car, trembling slightly at the sight of the inside of the cold, breathless cargo car.

"Wormma? You guys survived the movie and you're good at shooting. Why is it so hard to breathe?"

Riellus awaits the arrival of a group who thought it was no coincidence that the Hollywood movie shot and exploded.

"Jin-woo."

After a short time, Riellus returns.

"What did Perisha say?"

"Waiting for the signal."

She shows a web hanging from her little finger in front of Jin Woo's eyes.

The spider web of Riellus rests on her wrist, and if she twitches her fingers, she is instructed to signal her directly.

"Send a signal now."

"Yes."

Chop-chop.

When Riellus twitched his pinky twice, he opened his mouth to the male passengers who were focused on him for anxiety.

"I think there should be trust between people and people. So I listened to a negotiator who told me he wasn't going to send a Special Forces unit. However, he broke his promise so easily because of his verbal trust relationship."

"……."

"……."

Passengers who had some insight into his psycho-like disposition were anxious in their own way.

Those who pray to God, those who take deep breaths, those who shed tears, those who shake their heads to the right and to the left in anxiety.

However, no one vomited on Jin Woo's words.

I instinctively felt that if I cut him off, he would die.

"So, I want to show the negotiator not just the words, but the action."

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

"!!"

"!!"

At that time, the doors of the cargo hold began to open.

Wheeeeee--!!

A passenger plane flying at an incredible speed and high altitudes caused a huge wind to erupt in the cargo bay, and people tried to get away from the gate of the cargo bay trying to suck themselves out like the entrance to hell.

Jin Woo smiled frenzily and pointed the SMG used by the Special Forces towards the hostages.

"I'm not sure you guys like skydiving."

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In fact, aircraft cargo compartments can only be opened and closed externally. I don't know the details, but no matter what the pilot does, it's absolutely impossible to open the cargo bay entrance during the flight.

Don't tackle me because I deliberately ignored it for fun.

There's a lot of other things you can't do on a real plane, but what about it? I set it up as a virtual reality game to avoid that!

Wahahahahahaha! Long live the virtual reality game!

PS: I originally wanted to fight more special forces, but I was getting really bored of Iraq anyway, so I thought it would be better to express the madness of the rainforest now, so I took care of it quickly.

I'm not kidding, there's a lot of real combat; some of you might want to stop fighting and write some shit...

PS2: No one speculates or speculates about Murasa-Iri's relationship... Is it the reader's hunch that they'll figure it out later?