# April Vengeance (12)
The governor did not give his name to the end.
[My name? Haha, no. I can't tell you that. I'm the governor, that's all. Even if the history of mankind is fortunate, there won't be a name for me there.]
It was a peculiar obsession. Calling names is a tool of empathic dialogue. Given that building empathy is a prerequisite for a successful negotiation, you should say you have struggled from the start.
But Joanna Gibson was an experienced negotiator. She gave her insights carefully to the winter. Criminal psychology, obsessed with concealing oneself, is the mechanism that ultimately covers the guilt.
“You should know. You will face him alone. I doubt we need to have a conversation, but we need to be prepared for one. because we have no idea what's going on there. ”
Winter is breaking through the sixth floor deck, past the seventh floor. FBI agents remain on the bridge. The negotiations are over, but she had work to do there.
“Assuming success, an ambush is always an effective strategy. The intellectual vanity is easy to indulge. admiring his own words. A kind of narcissistic thing? So I'm going to keep you talking. In the meantime, it's hard to think of anything else. ”
The self-rationalization through role plays was going to get hotter as you encouraged it. In the meantime, winter should be pushed down to the fourth floor deck. Measures to reduce opponent's response time to the maximum.
Walking down a quiet corridor, winter swept through past negotiations.
[No, no. There's a hero aboard this ship, so I can't get out alive. Even if he did, he'd only be sentenced to death at a noble trial.]
The governor did not believe that he would spare his life.
[Don't you see, Joanna Gibson? There's a winter lieutenant there. If he wasn't here, you could have hoped for it. But the moment the lieutenant boarded this ship, I became the villain in the tale. The public will be passionate about the battle of good and evil. And that fight will most certainly end in evil.]
What he points out are propaganda broadcasts that have been broadcast all over the world. To that end, the tragedy of the April Pacific was also a forecast of a logically insane man.
[So your promises are meaningless. They want burnt offerings much higher than you do. Oh, American citizens! Look at this lively villain! And remember that you are not this villain!... Aha, yes. Order is built on someone's corpse. Just like I created order on this ship. The worst order is better than the best chaos.]
A boy hero destroys cannibals in a lonely sea and establishes justice. Isn't this the Odyssey of the 21st century? That's what the killer said. His metaphorical power plant was the story of Odysseus who met the Cyclops. Similar to that, the Cyclops on Sicily have been slaughtering sheep and eating people.
At the time the murderer drugged himself, the objection was meaningless.
So the investigator led the negotiation into a pride fight.
“Looks like there's another cause for his desperation. I don't even know what it is... …. We could use it anyway. ”
It was Joanna Gibson.
Winter has reached the halfway house, the maintenance room on the sixth floor. Doors that were barred from entering were open. There's a maintenance shaft in here. It does not appear in the blueprint, but the fact that it is confirmed by a closed circuit will allow it to go down to the fifth floor. You hear the FBI investigator's voice through the speakers.
Go inside. There's nothing inside the door.
She confronts the madman and watches the winter move.
Five, four, three, two, one. Bulkhead closed. You don't have to worry about the back anymore. I don't see any special variants capable of breaking through bulkheads. Identify a large number of variants in the control room. At five meters to the left of the fork in the road, there are six common variants. Further inward, more than twenty more variants are identified out of sight. You are expected to meet with a follow-up group up to 20 seconds after the initial engagement. Prepare for a series of battles.
The device built for on-board broadcasting was now a means of command. Remotely controllable bulkheads from the bridge helped. Every time a sound resected is sounded, there is a rumbling sound from the mutants. Twist your head, open your mouth.
Interactive communication was impossible. She and winter were too far apart. The radio is dead. If you must deliver something in the winter, find an extension for each element, or parallel the gesture with the pencil in front of the camera.
I didn't have to yet. The investigator was also a noise maker. Great ability.
There is a mix of young objects. Be careful when engaging.
It means to adjust the height of critical shots. It was a caution when approaching plainly.
Winter looks up at the ceiling. Unused pipes crisscross above the fluorescent lights. Can that handle the weight?
Test it out. Kick two walls alternately and climb three meters. Suspension that minimizes impact. There was no sound so far. Small drops of iron powder from the fixture. Luxury cruises are often left untouched and out of sight. Nevertheless, it is strong.
I'm surprised I weigh more than 0.1 tons. ’
from body armor to bulletproof plates to auxiliary devices to bombs to ammunition backpacks. Adding extra equipment to it would be a homicidal weight. In fact, even winter, beyond human possibilities, feels a burden.
Roll your feet while you're hanging. The retention mechanism wept with a low hiss. It's worth a shot. Winter loosens its grip. Oops. Almost silent landing.
However, the illness was already coming, crouching after hearing the hiss. Their footsteps approach the corner. Groaning steps. There was a mix of barefoot and non-barefoot. Winter prepares for close combat. A sword in one hand, a pistol in the other.
Three, two, one. Kwaek! I'll put a knife in the first one. Chin down. Blood spilled. Five after that. He notices winter and screams. As they reach out, they tangle with each other and kick the dead one under their knees, aiming at the point of shifting center of gravity.
Waar.
‘Up to 20 seconds. 19, 18, 17……. ’
The investigator's estimate will be correct. Winter shoots a pistol at the fallen ones like dominoes. Tatattan! Four-foot speaker punctures four crowns. 16, 15, 14.
Only one child survived. Waking up in a frenzy, winter flashes a large sword. I cut two small eyeballs horizontally. Queek! Blood spatters on the walls. 13, 12.
Then we lure the runner. Purposeful running. Thump, thump, a young man who lost his sight knocked him down and chased him down 11, 10, 9. I shed tears all over the place. Winter opens the passing door and leaps up over the plumbing on the ceiling like a drill.
A young one passes below. I thought winter was ahead of me.
A few seconds later, a violent mob sweeps through a narrow passageway, two seconds faster than Agent Gibson predicted. Pursuing the bloody cries of a young child. Urrgh. After a long time, the winter falls and closes. Heave-ho. The lock is back on. Those who leave will never return.
Well done. No more threats to the vertical corridor. Proceed.
It was an order that resounded only in the compartment of winter.
‘I thought it was okay to crash the whole broadcast……. ’
Destroying is the Governor's power. The inside of the Grand Gallery was lacking a closure circuit, and at least a lot of it was destroyed. Since it was a ship of men who had to split up their sides to avoid surveillance, they would have to destroy the cameras first. Specifically, the destruction of the decks on the third, fourth, and fifth floors was severe. The invisible area is more than half.
But I won't be able to stop the broadcast. The broadcast that was ringing just outside the gallery would have remained audible from the inside.
The best way to undermine authority is to undermine it. This was the idea of winter. If you know that the U.S. military is here, you will be divided among them.
The investigator declined the offer. It was the safety of hostages who might have one in the bay. Murder spree. There's been a lot of circumstance and evidence, but their mental state is already insane.
I wondered how the governor would behave when he lost control of it. There may be a group that will follow in that situation.
Her point was reasonable.
Queeeek? A small one pops out of the vent. A blurry figure. Winter smashes with its fists. Baaak! A small one crumbles. Broken teeth fall off the ledge.
The thing that fell on the floor did not move. It was a variant of the fetus, given its size. But he looks completely different from the blacks I saw on Ataskadero. Half my face is crushed in my fist. He appears to have died of concussion.
White smoke rises from gloves covered in bodily fluids. Frowny winter hurriedly throws off. The synthetic hide boils. Lose shape, moaning.
You also hear the boiling sound of dead fluid. As he quickly retreated, the skin of the corpse was split and swollen yellow pustules from the crevices. In a few seconds, Puck! The contents popped up everywhere. Coated floors were fine. However, metals react noticeably. Smoke rises from the tube attached to the wall.
Acid explosion. Thumping, thumping. Noisy sounds coming from inside the vents. Winter climbs over the coffin and fires a handgun into the vent. Tatattan! Darkness lit by muzzle flames. The instantaneous figure was in a number of lines.
Is it only after death that it explodes? ’
No direct hits. Keep your distance as soon as possible after killing. I remember information about new variants.
The winter, which was waiting in a low position, listened again after a series of thumping sounds. Ugh, Zec. Queek, queek. It's like a sighing cry behind you. Even if you don't see it, a picture will be drawn dragging the unholy body.
I looked inside the vent at the lights. The intense light made my face wrinkled like an old man even more horribly. Crawling, melting in real time. Evidence that the same type of acidic pustular eruption can be harmed. Yuck. Finally, I spit out the terminal. The little monster starts to swell again. Winter dodged by counting inside.
Three seconds from death to detonation. It's like a delayed nephrotomy of a grenade. Winter is the last time we look. It was looking at the range of body fluids.
What would happen if this landed? There seems to be another reason for the Navy's policy. The symptoms were severe, and now I'm almost sure.
Why are you so different? Winter made me feel uneasy as I began to feel a new world view. Suddenly, the stress that I felt so confident pressed on.
This world view is practically the last chance for winter. A restart would be possible, but many of the audience will leave, and it will be impossible to repay their debts. Therefore, all that remains is a deferred wave.
I don't want to live on my own in winter. But when I confessed this honestly and said good-bye, the only rose in my life cried. If you disappear, I will wither. I know it's selfish, but I need you to stay in this world for me.
Even though the existence of the afterlife was unpleasant, it was the only reason to collect starlight.
Roses have thorns. Life was painful when I couldn't hold on to the rose. It's a life I don't want for winter, but I have to prolong. I thought I was dead.
So in a sense, the progression of the Winter Worldview is at stake. I know it's my last chance, but I don't avoid the risk. This is why I often feel like letting go. Let's just keep our minds open. Even if I lose it all, the choice I make is mine.
It's a contradiction, but this is the best part of winter.
Beep, beep.
The nearest extension cried faintly. It was Director Gibson. She saw it, too. As soon as I get it, I greet you. Winter that quickens the mood. Familiarizing yourself with acting is good and bad. I answer that everything is fine and ask for it like this.
“Do not alert the Navy yet. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to withdraw. I wouldn't ask you to. ”
[Are you sure?]
“We'll be careful. ”
[Something bothers me.]
And winter had to wait a little longer. An excited voice flows out of the open line. The psychopath still seems to have a lot to say. Agent Gibson's voice seems appropriate. And she returned to the extension that led to winter.
[That idiot said something weird. There's a huge obstacle between us. I won't go into detail if I ask, but in the context of the anterior and posterior scenarios, it seems to be an indication of a special variant. What about the Monument of Sin...? I'm worrying.I wonder if his ambition comes in part from this…… and at least I hope it's what we saw…….]
“For your information, is there anything else you'd like to say? ”
[Umm... Lieutenant.]
She hesitates and brings out the hard words.
[Do you still want to withdraw?]
“Why do you say that? I think it's too much to take back. ”
[Let me be frank. I think I have a hostage, but I can't guarantee it. The possibility of a lieutenant risking his life... I know it's offensive to say this, but it's not fishing.]
“Chateaux?”
[I was a supervisor and a commander. You have to look at people as resources, even if you don't like them. The responsibility of having as many people alive as possible, at the same time, was the responsibility of giving up a small number of people for as many people as possible. I've abandoned some irrelevant people for a handful of people. I often wanted to hit my head and die.]
It's been a while. The next word only lasted a minute.
[People's lives cannot be counted, nor can they be hidden. I know you think so. I analyzed the lieutenant's data before the operation. But, Lieutenant, San Francisco's mission is clearly more important than the life support we have here.]
And space.
[There may be a nuclear meltdown in the mainland. For a more important mission, it's time to step back. If you lose your lieutenant here, it will be a bad burden on the navy who helped you conscientiously. It won't be easy for me either. as a person before being a supervisor. There's a lot more at stake here than me. So please, I need you to reconsider.]
“ ……. ”
Winter leans in.
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