An impromptu barricade has been set up to block a slightly wider aisle. There, about four soldiers stood guns unawares, and everyone wore an old moulded armed suit.
"Oh man...... if this happens they won't complain about killing me, but if I do too much, I guess the president will get mad"
At the corner of the place opposite the barricade, Phantom blurred the wall on his back. Olivia had pushed herself into a secure room nearby and was now able to act alone.
"But I guess it's a little late to make a decision, Mr. Antonio. If you stay like this, you'll lose your men."
When Phantom opened the gun cylinder, he pulled out two loaded rubber bullets and replaced them instead with fully armored bullets (full metal jackets), which were metal warheads.
Okay, let's go.
Groaning small, Phantom jumped out into the waiting hallway of the barricade. Four enemy soldiers react immediately and come at gunpoint.
- "MicroBISHOP: Instantaneous startup" -
Sparks running into the brain. The BISHOP controller embedded in Phantom's brain starts to activate instantaneously and scratch all possible particles present around him. The results of BISHOP's predictions of the future are fed back and distorted footage of the current and future intersecting in Phantom's eyes is shown.
(............... that's in the way first)
A world that moves slowly like a slow motion. Phantom set up a gun in the air as he kicked it as he headed for the wall with the momentum he had left flying out.
- "Ballistic Calculation: Accelerate… Optimize" -
No anxiety of any kind, no stray, squeeze the trigger just like doing the normal thing, as if lifting a book on a desk with your hands. The fired bullet flies out over the muzzle as it rotates, without slight madness, toward the Sentry Gun that was installed in the barricade.
(Heavy firearms next)
Of the four enemy soldiers, target the man with the machine gun. When the gunpoint slowly began to move towards you, the bullet released earlier reached the driven portion of the Sentry Gun. The iron hits each other, raising the spark, followed by the shaken parts scattering in all directions.
- "Threat Expression: Two Places" -
- "Threat determination: 0" -
A bullet fires continuously with a spark from an enemy gun, which flies toward Phantom. But Phantom, who knows the direction of the muzzle and when and in which direction the bullet will fly from BISHOP information, pulled the trigger again without any concern for it.
(The rest of it...... wasted bullets)
You can also take weapons away from your enemies, but tools are desirable that you are used to. I didn't bring many rubber bullets yet, so I wanted to save them if I could. Phantom, with a twist on his leg landed to re-orbit, watched as the enemy's machine gun was blown to pieces as he thought about it.
- "Threat determination: 2" -
A bullet fired from an enemy assault rifle flows backwards from next to next. Phantom was a bullet determined to be a threat. When he cut off two ballistics, he avoided one by moving his neck, and the other was a glove made of special material hardened by impact, i.e. bouncing it off with his hands.
- "Threat convergence: stability" -
On a second leap, BISHOP has already told us that the enemy is no longer a threat. Given the current position of the muzzle placed by the enemy and the speed of reaction that humans can do, it is not possible to place the phantom on the radiation already.
"Don't feel bad."
When he landed on the other side of the barricade, Phantom muttered so slightly before pushing one man. The man flew softly as he spun hard through the hallway, stopping moving neatly after scattering the gear he was wearing all over it. Phantom smiled at the three men who looked like chunks of sadness as he circled his neck.
"You have a flash grenade. Leave me alone because it's convenient. I don't need any later gear, so I want you to leave this place now."
To Phantom's voice, the men followed him as they trembled. Looking at them running away over and over again, Phantom sighs one thing. It didn't feel so good that people who were usually dealing with Wynd would react as if they had seen a monster.
".................. Hmm, did you finally turn off the air conditioning? Compared to the Empire's land opponents, it's an easy job."
The sound of the air conditioning disappears and there is a tinnitus of silence surrounding it. When Phantom was satisfied with the situation he had been waiting for, he decided to head to the room where Olivia had been pushed in.
Soon this will be an environment where people can't even step in because of geothermal heat, but that's the same thing for the enemy. It has never been more convenient to let him go for a while. The sensors are broken, and no one can come and fix them.
"English, is it? There's some data in Xiao Mei's data bank, but there's no such complicated word."
With the handle in one hand, Xiao Mei looks at the metal plate with interest. Marl goes there with his neck out and continues, "Well then."
"This is not Earth. Or is that very likely? It would be weird if they put this on another planet."
To Marl's dialogue, Taro is good at returning "oops".
"Maybe, but you're pretty much right. It's like a museum, so I don't know if I can find any data or anything that records what happened at the time."
"Well, you might expect... it's been at least 5,000 years since the Empire was founded, right? I wonder if you've got your hands on the information."
"Put your hands on it? No, no, Marl, Tan. This is a ruin, right? Didn't Mon stay exactly like that?
If you can't help it, I'll lean my neck, Taro. Marr frowned at such a tarraught, took his gaze off, and then raised his eyes again after a while.
"Too bad, but I don't think so. 'Cause this is new."
Marl stroked it softly when he held the plate that Xiao Mei had.
"They are coated with diamonds for corrosion resistance. Because there's polarized paint underneath it, see. Leaning will change the way you look, won't it?
When Marl slammed the plate of metal, it did change smoothly as the original gray grey grey greyed or diminished.
"Oh, that's funny. This... but you know what? Something new."
"Something, technology. You can now apply a diaphragm directly on top of the polarized paint for sure... er..."
"It's about 552 years ago now, isn't it, Miss Marr? Companies in the O Ram system have succeeded in doing so. It's still a big company."
"Right, thanks. So this was made at least 500 years ago. Maybe it's not possible that a rediscovery of technology just happened, but I can't help it."
Sounds like some sorry Marl. Taro thought about what this plate meant when he returned it to him.
"I mean, is that it? NASA mistake? When I saw the item in the museum, I thought it was an old building. I don't know how to react... but when I do, what does this sentence mean? They don't use English anymore, do they? So it's weird how you can make something like this?
Taro stares at the plate and thinks about it. Then Xiao Mei raised her hand and said, "Doesn't that mean as it is, Mr. Taylor?"
"Just like that? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
"No, it's not. Mr. Taylor, you often play fantasy computer games, don't you? It's a little eclectic."
"Whoa, I'm doing it. I'm doing it. But you don't need the second half of the information, do you? Mr. Marr is looking at me so cold."
"So what would you think if the legendary stone slabs from ancient times that appear during that game were marked with letters in Galactic Standard?
"Ha ha, thru...... I see. The atmosphere will look like that, so you used it as it is? I don't know what the letter means, but it sounds like some kind of plaque to put at the entrance. With a fucking knoll?
"Well, I don't know if it's the truth, Mr. Taylor. It's only a possibility."
"No, just the fact that it's not an impossible situation is enough............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Given the context of the times, were you simply caught in an air strike or something and buried? Oh, no. Does that mean he's still in the basement?
"Perhaps. But there's nothing to be distracted about, Taylor. As far as I'm concerned, I think it helped the other way around."
"Oh? Marl, what's that mind?
"Think about it," Marl flaunted to Taro, who asked with a serious look.
"This is a museum, isn't it? That means you can easily summarize what was going on at the time and the information. Well, you may know a lot about 4,000 years ago, but that's the first time you've had enough time and money to say that."
"Uh, I see. Surely I haven't been doing excavation work for such a long time with such a toco... and is that it? Well, at least the people who lived in New York did a lot of research, and definitely even the stuff from that time is an appraised substitute, right?
"Yeah, well, that's the thing. We don't know anything about New York history, so it's impossible to do archaeology all of a sudden."
"I see. If you think about it, it might be a super big win instead of a hassle."
"Hehe, right. But whether or not that happens, we'll wait for the results after we investigate this place a little more. Nothing's broken. You don't have to rush to a conclusion."
A grin and a hopeful smile, Marl. When Taro made a grin in the same way, he put a grip on them both. Xiaomei and Marl looked at it with a decent face, but eventually they seemed to realize what it meant, and they've both fisted together.
"Yeah, let's do our best. Now we're closer to Earth than ever before."
"Xiaomei thinks so too, Miss Marr. And Mr. Taylor, this is what we call a chance."
"Right...... ok, let's really get in the mood!! Rising Thurn!! Fio!!
Tailang pairs with a hanging voice and raises his hands high.
And the two of you looking at it with a jito eye.
"No, I've never done that before, have I? Suddenly, I can't even shake it."
As Taro blushed with his hands up, "Death Yonay" shrunk into smaller pieces.