# April Vengeance (13)
Sorry, one word of apology and a little time. It didn't take much more than that to convince an FBI agent. She quickly reaps the naivety. As if nothing had happened, a calm guide guides winter to the center of the administrative district.
Is it because it's a crew area? The frequency of mutation and encounter was less than expected.
Winter slid down the vertical passageway.
I've blocked the back and front entrances on the fifth floor, but that's all I can do.
The guide is the lowest volume. It sounds like a whisper.
Exit through the door towards the player. Beyond the boulevard is the entrance to the casino. It's the shortest way down the central stairwell. If you don't have access to it, go to the Great Hall. Please contact the extension before passing the atrium and we will open the front door.
The Boulevard was literally a wide road. Unlike the room upstairs, there were many open spaces from this deck where entertainment was concentrated.
Joanna Gibson didn't just warn me. There were rare bulkheads in the open spaces. Only the rear lounge, the atrium in the front, and the Great Theatre could be sealed off. From the fifth floor to the third floor. It was a good move to get back.
I wish you luck.
Winter opened its doors.
Inside the circular bar. The infected bartender is frozen toward the front. immovable back, immovable shoulder. Winter realized this was part of metabolic suppression. You don't have to kill him now, but you don't have to let him live. Kwaek! Put a big sword through the back of your head. You lay your shivering body quietly.
I swooped over the table. And look around. Clubs with emergency lights everywhere. A black stain lingers under the ominous red light. Just picking on it. I hear it coming from somewhere, knocking on my teeth.
As it led to the casino, it felt like a sailing log for the ship. Moving corpses and immovable corpses. I can guess the lifetime of shipbuilding in a single glance. Information gathering by Insight is carried out automatically. I will think of it whenever I need it.
Most of the mutants were standing like mannequins. Seeing the crowd at the window, I think I woke up once with the helicopter noise.
I can't hear the engine right now. I don't think the shift is a good time. This is a sudden operation, so mission shifts like Carl are hard to anticipate. Admiral also talked about cumulative loss of life and fatigue.
It's better this time of winter. Even with a heavy machine gun, it is difficult to penetrate the hull and support firepower from the inside.
It was better to be quiet now.
However, there were still active variants. The role was obvious. Their own sentinels. Did you set it up at least once? Animal intelligence might be possible. Even wolves are faithful to their roles. They're monsters who mothered Humans.
‘I'd better kill these from here...' ’
Below one floor, a four-story deck contains lifeboats left and right. It was also an open floor between the left and right players. It is the best place to attract survivors.
The possibility of winter's occupation is to silence the sentries. Then we kill every last one of them that hasn't woken up.
It was strange to walk among those who slept with their eyes open. Avoid the view of moving variants by using hard mutants as a cover. I lowered my posture and found a woman digging. A pearl necklace in a bloodied dress. An elegant watch wrapped around the wrist. A glossy handbag that glows under red light. It would have been eaten by a group of eaters.
It was not the decaying appearance that drew winter's attention, but the smell. In addition to the smell of rotten meat, there is a peculiar smell. An unpleasant chemical jasmine aroma. It's intense. It's not usually written like this. Wash up a little?
Since the food was carrying.... It would have taken a lot of water to keep him alive before he could eat.
As expected, I searched the bag and found a bottle of perfume.
Winter sprays continuously on carpeted floors. Then take a few steps back and curl up behind the wide skirt of a woman with her head turned up. I lost weight by placing the backpack without sound. The lightened body will now be able to exert agility in excess of humans.
The scented dark floor is the path of the awakened. It's a little difficult to pair up a bit. I need to use my hands quickly.
I knew it. I got caught. Knng, knng. A pair of nose-winking approaches. One male and one female of winter age. Howling is yet to come, as he has not discovered a new host. Just leans after the smell, then finally leans to the floor. Finding the source of the smell by hand.
Woof, woof, woof.
The winter behind him quickly twisted the necks of the two subjects. It was a force beyond human limits. Even a short snap misses the cervical vertebrae. I grabbed his back before he collapsed. Two coiled corpses snatched away. Release the bartender gently, as you did with the bartender.
A variant of the girl was staring at the winter. Thin neck, half a turn. Blood flows from the torn flesh. You stick out your tongue, your dull eyes filled with an abhorrent hunger. An imminent mutant infertile breeding instinct. The dead girl shed tears. It was hard to see the effect of any emotion.
You put the body down and count the remaining winters.
If we do well, we can get rid of them without wasting a single bullet.
Defeat five more pairs of lookouts. It was a quiet, monotonous repetition. But we're in a hurry. The helicopter's space won't be long. Agent Gibson will have limited time on his hands.
There was a man like a monster.
“ ……?! ”
Winter came as a surprise to me. It was because there was no warning of sensory correction. Interval between three breaths to attack with the net force of the average variant. Crouching in the corner, chewing off the finger of the well, I watch for repetitive killings close to labor.
Why didn't you notice? Winter is not a person who relies entirely on correction. Reasons to know the limits of the system. At the moment of full confidence, the system reflects that confidence.
Could it be "blocking the mechanism"...? No way. It can only be acquired if the survival and combat branches are deep at the same time. Even winter now is hard to bear.
The odds remain, if the man was there from the start. If they are not hostile and do not move, there is no reason to sense survival or combat. But this was also a hypothesis that was missing somewhere. Why would the mutants leave a man behind?
The bearded man approaches. In front of the muzzle aimed at by the fierce vigilance of winter, the man raises his hand in a frightened look.
“Please tell me. I'm your mother. Ha ha, winter, state, lieutenant. Heh!”
The voices are loud, and the ones you haven't killed yet have responded. There's a lot of them. Boom, boom, boom. Sounds of sharp bends in stiff joints.
Winter grabs a man by the neck, since he doesn't seem to be a monster. Kiosk. I threw it into a convenience store or something. A man cries. Winter draws its gun again.
“Quiet!”
The small growling threat worked. A man covers his mouth with his hands. I'm devastated. There's a rushing sound through my fingers. Rough footsteps come from outside. Inside the storefront, there's also a way to move. Winter came to pass. I fell on the front of a newly Awakened variant, raising my chin before I could even look at it.
Bang! A bone in the skull shatters. He's going down. Grab the collar before it hits, bring it down, and hit it with the knee. The man in the jaw turns his eyes upside down once more. A limping body. Put the fainted man down and finish by stepping on his neck. Blood and flesh were crushed under the foot of the soldier who pressed a few times. Doodle, doodle, doodle.
Winter turns to the sinister senses. The image of a man watching with his eyes wide open. Hungry footsteps overlap outside, but they stand far away from the crisis.
“Stay low! ”
A man looks like he doesn't know English. We had to force it down again. Kneel inside the counter and watch out for winter.
Who the hell is this guy? ’
The closer I got, the more rotten I felt. The hand I held slipped with my pus. Drenched in clothes, it was dirt more than sweat. What does the inside of a clothing rack look like?
Phew. Phew. Whenever a man breathes out, winter resonates with reflexes on his fingers.
It was a habit. A habit of dealing with mutants. Smells too similar, resulting in a habitual reaction.
Though caring about the outside, the winter glanced at the man again and again. Everywhere I look, it's not normal. Her hair was all hollow. When I saw the missing spot, my flesh was burning and rotting. At least the hair looks like it has been pasted with hair grease and ginseng and glued together.
Is he contagious? Heavy anxiety attacks. I can't afford Disease Resistance. Since it is one of the conditions for obtaining Epidemic Immunity, it is a technique that is consumed beyond insight.
Two or two, the sound of rotating wings. The distance is reduced quickly. It was the arrival of a new helicopter. A strong light pours in through the window to make sure the spotlight is on. Navigate forwards in the direction of the player.
Winter shook hands at the man, and settled down at the entrance of the store. There was a broken piece of the mirror, useful for peeping outside.
A mutant group had already learned helicopters. In response to light and noise, there was no sudden fluctuation in the direction of hearing. Just lean against the window and keep an eye on the situation.
However, the interest that was headed this way disappeared.
Hold still. There should be an extension here. It is natural for employees to have a way of contacting each facility they are assigned to. Winter was determined to stay away from the helicopter through the investigation. Once the mutants get back into metabolic inhibition, we can try again like before…….
Da-da, da-da. Tsk, tsk.
Hungry sounds coming from inside the hawk. What is this man eating in the middle of this? Winter turns its head to frown severely.
A filthy man bites a dead mutant. I tore my flesh with both hands and shoved it in my mouth to make both balls bulge. And well, well, well. The sound of crumbling flesh that is tougher and stiffer than ordinary man.
The mutation that winter killed on its neck was decomposed below the slaughtered pig. A man who slashes his thighs while keeping his legs at bay.
“What are you eating? ”
The man's eyes were frozen with hostile questions. He notices, pulling his eaten leg to both sides. The joint was severed. What you've done with your pure arm's strength. It was more powerful than a human.
A man, neither human nor mutant, favors the winter.
“Do you want some? Delicious... ”
Pushed out, cartilage to the knee and toes below it.
Winter opened its eyes narrow.
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# Q&A
Q. RGZ95: Only the @ continent is different, but the variant is strange; landing on the mainland would be terrible.
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Q. It works: I know some people hate it, but as a person who likes the mantle of the audience, I can't get the audience to show up these days.
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Q. Greetings: @ What is Korea doing right now? If you think about the response capabilities of your superiors, it would be too late to respond in the first place and you would lose your ability to serve as an AA country... and if you think about density, even if you were responding well, the Hellgate would be open. because there's an explosive population in a small block of land.
A. Will Korea be in this novel or not?