The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Beyond the Bridge, Alamider (1)

On April 3rd, a clear liberation operation was initiated.

At this point, winter was in the middle of the town of Alameda.

“You're trapped.”

The hollow voice belonged to the Chinese Naval Middle Church. His name is Tanquerque. He was the son of Navy Lt. Gen. Sierra Leone and the employer of Winter Camouflage, mercenary Kurt Lee.

The situation was as he said. They're being tracked by a mutant group. Currently hidden in a large discount store. The other troops we were with are unaware of their whereabouts. The radio was silent. We were unable to make contact. The group involved in the manhunt contained the Trickster.

“Are they all alive? ”

An excruciating question from Navy Central. Winter shakes her head.

“The chances are slim. ”

“Why?”

“Because there's no interference. ”

Winter thought. If the other troops survived, the Trickster would try to actively disrupt communication. Wireless is quiet now without noise. Chinese Marines would have been wiped out. A few survivors. He's hiding somewhere, delaying his death. Even so, it wouldn't be much longer.

‘I don't like them. How can there be a new species like this? ’

I thought it was time. But as soon as I got ashore, I ran into him. Bad luck.

No, it might not be all that bad. The new monster was experienced in winter. Understanding characteristics. I had to think it was much better than a whole new guy popping out.

Specialty Variants, Stalkers. Combat strength is nothing special, but it is specialized in Tracking. especially developed sense of smell. When enhanced, additional variations occur in the order of hearing and vision.

“Damn, this was too reckless. You shouldn't have sent more troops. ”

Breathless goosebumps. Winter remained. Since the Crisis Detection was calm, it should be okay now. The man who was consumed with fear and excitement needed rest.

Operation. Navy Lt. Gen. Sierra, who leads the Chinese military's remnants, came up with a very bold plan. Capturing part of the San Francisco metropolitan area.

Tan Guechen said that his mother was reckless, but the possibility was enough for winter to see. Alamida was an island. If the sea tunnels and bridges to the mainland were to explode, the number of variants in Alamida City would no longer grow. After that, we slowly cleared a block.

The task given to Tangu was to blow up three bridges. Park Street Bridge, Fruitvale Bridge, and High Street Bridge. These bridges connect Alamut and Auckland.

The waterway between the two cities was narrow. Grumbles appear in the Yankees. It was beyond the city, so there was no firepower support for the destroyer. Helicopter firepower is not enough. Eventually, I had to put in some manpower.

The troops enter the waterway in the middle of the night.

‘If it wasn't for the stalker, I would have succeeded. ’

It was a pity for winter. The mission was on the verge of success. However, while installing the bomb on the northernmost bridge, Park Street Bridge, a nearby stalker caught the scent of humans.

And now.

I was surprised when I woke up. A sharp crack. A glass shattered somewhere in this building. In winter, I heard heavy footsteps. The analogy for Combat Sense is about 80 meters in a straight line. However, even if the layers were different and the structure in between was complex, it would be quick to chase after the scent.

“We need to move. ”

Winter raised Chinese officers. But the officer was powerless.

“Where is it simple? It's full of monsters out there. Do you want to play hide-and-seek in here? I might as well be dead right now. No pain... I don't want to turn into one of them! ”

“If we can get rid of the sensitive ones, we should be able to escape through the breach. ”

“Handle? How? No bullets in Doaal! If you run into him, he'll die instantly! ”

“ ……. ”

The Chinese called him Doaal. Origin is a cannibal monster in myth.

In fact, it is difficult even for winter. The opponent is Beta Grumble. And I'm accompanied by Trickster and a stalker. The stalker's combat strength was of special variants, no matter how small. Physical ability was better than the messy beta ghouls.

Single combat wins. However, I had to be careful now that I had a burden to live.

What do we do? Winter looks around and finds the vending machine.

Qajik. Put a crowbar in it. Strongly twists the door open. I'm embarrassed.

“What are you doing? ”

“I'll draw the sniffers away from you. ”

“With a drink? Ha……. You're finally crazy. ”

A trembling and mumbling Chinese military officer. However, if the stalker is as winter knows, it will be sensitive to carbon dioxide. Like a mosquito. It was a study done in the past world view.

There was no reason, no reason, to convince him. In fact, I wasn't sure it would work.

“Wait here for a moment. I'll be right back.”

I tried to be gentle, but it didn't work. It's because of the medicine that changed my voice.

The hiding place was a staff lounge. I was in a bad place to work, so I was fortunate. The winter coming out of the hallway ran quickly, without a sound. Boom, boom. There was a disturbance coming up from below. Central stairwell overlooking the main lobby. You shake a few cans of Coke vigorously from the winter when you hide yourself on the nearby ledge. Put them down in order and hold one. You hold a silenced pistol in your left hand.

First pitch. The light is just an emergency lamp. A red can thrown in the dark. Winter's aim overlaps with the falling parabola. Thud! A small gunshot sounds. The sound of popping ears. It was not far from the swarming of mutants.

Da-da-da-da. Mutants appear. The hounds don't show up. Direct, but always stay in a protected position

Winter threw several cans in succession. Pa, Pa, Pa. The hound moves cautiously. Looking from a high place, you can see the group of mutants dividing. In the direction Dickoi was thrown.

You're blocking the way out.

Clever move. Trickster's intelligence, I'm sure.

Anyway, I bought some time. Winter came back to Tan Guo Xing. I sat down, giving it back, without paying you back. He's got a pistol in his hand. Given the trembling arms, the conclusion was one.

“You can't commit suicide. Think of Mrs. John. ”

Convince me not to forget my mother. Chinese military officers laughed at the words of winter.

“Are you committed to the contract even under these circumstances? Ha, I'd rather leave you alone. ”

That's a tough one.

The CIA intercepted a transmission from Sierra Leone. In the meantime, there was information about the Vader satellite. Winter must have infiltrated her ship. It was a long stretch.

Suddenly, winter when I thought of something, I searched the file cabinet. The employee layout appears. Ordinary customers were marked with spaces they did not know. Among them is a remarkable place.

“Middle Church, take a look at this. ”

Winter's location was the supply room. I can't feel my face even when I see Tan Guo.

“Why? Are you going to sweep them away with a broom? Work hard. I'll cheer you on. ”

“I'm not kidding. There may be detergents. We have masks. ”

A mixture of chlorine detergent and oxygen bleach produces toxic gases. It might be hard to find detergent in a store where the falcons were washed away, but the story was different in a supply room. He asks with a gummy eye.

“Is that possible? You think poison gas will kill them? ”

“No. Given the time it takes to react, it's going to be hard to get there. But if their hounds are sensitive to atmospheric components, they won't come near them anymore. We might be able to clear a path. ”

The officer is barely conscious. Mutants are animals made based on humans. The beasts were more dangerous than the humans. Since ancient times, birdshed has been a necessity for miners.

The two of them ran down the hall. The noise from the followers was getting closer. As if angry at a clumsy lure, it became more noisy than before. Knng! Looks like they're breaking through the male wall.

The supply room has finally arrived. The things I needed came out simple. Winter poured to the ground from the rock. There were many big barrels. The hallway reeks of poison at the crack of dawn.

I started spraying it with a silver, bleach from the gas mask because I was scared. I feel urgent. Kwung, Kwung. The distance between the heavy footsteps continues to diminish.

“Not enough, not enough! ”

The frenzied murmur of Tang Gueng. Like he said, I felt so little smoke rising from such a large area. There was a white and yellow bubble, and the smoke coming up from it was very faint.

But this was enough for winter. How would you feel about goat gas being visible to monsters chasing the scent of microscopic bodies?

Winter shot out all the emergency lights in the hallway. Broken red light sources. It is a corridor with no room for natural light, so it quickly plunges into darkness. It was my turn to wait. I wear a night vision and stare across the hall. Tanguryeong also wore a Chinese military landscape. Tick, tick. Dry saliva. Hard to swallow. Bang, bang. The sound of footsteps is imminent. Probably around the corner of the hall.

“Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere? ”

Fear of whispering as if it can't be heard. Winter answered.

“We're already hiding in the dark, aren't we? See if you can find any more Rocks and Bleach. I'll take it from here. ”

Tan Guo, who nodded, hurriedly turns away. Qadang. Slips and slides on wet floors. Winter could hardly bear a sigh. A worthy opponent.

Stand down and prepare to fire. You covered yourself with junk. Expecting them to make contact with the poison gas. If I see a worthy target, I intend to smash his head in and kill him. After all, the hounds will warn their allies. This is the wrong place to go.

It was a good thing the stalker was initialized. If the hounds could see the infrared, they'd be in big trouble. We won't even miss the invisible laser.

Kugung. Kugung. Boom.

At last, the biggest variant has emerged. Grumble, seen in the green world, was a strange mass.

I wish binoculars were high-end. What a waste of winter. I could see the heat from what I had previously used. The weakness of beta grumbling radiated higher heat. Gaps between the crustaceans. Enhanced grumbles reveal cracks between thickened skin in a sprint pattern, rather than scarce roar patterns.

However, the scopes that looked at the heat sources were luxurious. At least this level of combat won't be sold to civilians. The belongings of one mercenary were too suspicious.

The rays fired from the laser sight of the rifle were circling Grumble's mouth.

[Cough, cough! Glug, glug!]

A peculiar feeling with a constant rhythm. It was the stalker's. Grumble stops advancing. Winter changed its aim. The silhouettes that illuminate the meaning behind them. The most desired goal was the trickster.

There may be a Silent One, but even if there is, they will not intervene in battle. ’

The first priority of silence is information preservation and communication.

Grumble steps aside, and the hounds step forward. Three in total, but there might be more. Winter squeezed the trigger. Tick, tick, tick. It's a close touch that pulls you right up to the edge. It was a waste of grenades. I have to save it. I only have two left.

Sensory senses make my nose flutter. There has always been a sign of that. Smelling mutants. Mogelons functionally develop hosts. Expression that enhances certain functions as needed.

However, I couldn't smell the darkness filled with poison.

It was when the only one left unattended to the darkness appeared.

Finally, you hear a small noise on the radio with the volume down.

Job, job, job.

Unlike interference, the Trickster was able to detect a reflected transmission. Like a radar. So darkness is not a problem, and there are no angles in the atmosphere that are sprayed through the body.

But now winter falls. The contour is unclear because it covers everything.

Carefully step forward, Trickster.

The aiming laser was fixed to his eyeball.

And a thunderbolt. Triple pointer, three shots fired in exactly the same spot.

Artwork Reviews

# Vedder

Beidou, which is the Chinese version of GPS, is known to have a limited range of operations in Asia, but for military use it can be used worldwide.

And you can imagine why the CIA would want that, if you know a little bit about this floor.

# It's late

Happy New Year.

# Q&A

Q. Nothing to drink: @ writer! Hi heh heh heh heh He entered Halqueginia SeaBreaker, postponed and delayed only to see this work I paid for Novelis 10 days... I finally finished it. I'm always watching, smiling and reading, impressed by your expressions and sympathy. I don't really see many novels in Joara... but your work is really interesting to read. I'd love to keep reading until we're done, but... January 2nd. I'm enlisting. I'm applying as a deputy. I keep wanting to see you... It's a pity. Keep pushing and cheering me on! Happy New Year!

A. If you're a deputy officer, you'll have access to a domestic commercial communications device, so you'll be able to view it on your mobile after the training period.

Of course, the training will be difficult and difficult...

Health comes first. I had a neck disc and a waist disc in my service. I pray you return in good health. With compassion. Haha.

Q. Vanxii: @ Writer, instead of winter giving your body to the chairman, could there be a way to get the artificial flesh mentioned in the beginning?

A. Winter cannot use a replica, as physical trading includes the right to use the body exclusively in physical reality. And once it's expensive,:)

Q. Sexually Explicit Devil F: Before @ Writer, did he make a lot of payments in winter, but did he owe you anything after the deal with President?

A. Nothing directly describes this situation, but a metaphor for the situation. Loans. Other readers were right. My parents play the best game again... hmm. Anyway.

Q. Svjk: This is a time to live for a comfortable death... What will it feel like to live after death? Do you have any idea what it's like to live the same life as the people around you? I think the world is bitter these days, even with the endless competition of the last few years.

A. The satisfaction of the afterlife has already been mentioned in the writing. It's very low. It's the intentional choreography that makes the worldview look more hopeful after the apocalypse than after the reality. What do you mean... huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu...