The Little Prince in the Ossuary
00381 # Nations (15)
# of Nations (15)
Catching the gas mask that fell from the impact, Winter thought of Anne again. It was a force of necessity. You will imagine the horror. Either the captive Anne is being eaten by necrotoxin addicts, or she's being addicted to eating other people. Even grown-ups scream at it. The stiff body flinches as if it were going to protrude right away. However, the minimum situation must be known and entered.
Let's stay calm. Let's stay calm.
The weight of the stone feels like it's been pressing down on you for a long time. Whew. Winter's sigh and habit of breathing echoed to the FBI striking squad (SWAT).
“Here! Who's in charge?! ”
“It's me now! ”
“Now?! ”
In an endless gunfire, the striker points at the corpse with its head blown off onto the road. A perforated mobile shield is discarded at a distance within reach of the flowing bribe. Winter frowned.
“You have snipers, right?! ”
“Yes! Machine guns are machine guns, too, but they're single-handedly attached to 50 calibers! This is the most troublesome! I don't think there's one or two of them! Even your skills are considerable!”
The .50 caliber was a slug for a heavy machine gun and a sniper rifle. Through three or four people in a row, bulletproof vests are meaningless in front of the remaining power. It's best to use a rocket to blow up a room full of snipers, but not until the hostage material is confirmed.
After you got rid of the helicopter, the rebels also cared about the heavy artillery. Insufficient volume. Otherwise, the FBI agents would have gone after every cover.
Winter finds and asks for a communication line leading to a public telephone booth.
“What's your connection to the inside?! ”
“I lost it 30 minutes ago! They must have blocked it! ”
“What was the last transmission?! ”
“Something's up there! Something happened! I'm done checking it out! ”
Winter whispered in my mouth without my knowledge. And he stopped because he was unfamiliar.
This is not the time! ’
Kwaek Kwaek. You pull out the side mirror of a winter vehicle and push it out of the bumper. The distorted hotel compared to the mirror looked smaller and farther, but with enhanced eyesight it was a sight worth checking out. One, two, three, four... Counting flashes of sparks. Boom! The mirror exploded. Winter, when the pieces in the glove were loosened nervously, reached down on his knees and reached out to the FBI sniper.
“That! Give me that! ”
“The gun?! ”
“Yes!”
The agent gives up his gun and magazine without delay, but does not conceal his concern.
“Look out! That hotel! All the windows in the room! 10 levels of glass! I'm not even gonna get my teeth stuck in this! ”
I expected it from an observation just before. The enemy fires his gun through the window. I had no intention of hiding myself. The scars on the window also showed the characteristics of bulletproof glass. It was full of white stains and cracks, but hardly any cracks. Should I say it's an apocalyptic hotel-or should I say it's an anticipation of treason?
If you want to kill an enemy sniper, aim for a gap of less than two inches. The short rifle is not that accurate. That's why a sniper rifle was needed when the range was less than 100 yards (91.4 m).
Winter fired five consecutive shots at the dock sign facing each other. A shotgun that flies slightly to the right from the vantage point, despite the calm winds. This is not a gun tuned to the snow of winter. It didn't matter. Just twist and shoot. Winter, when a lighter magazine was replaced, kneeled down and exposed the half-body.
This recklessness frightens the FBI agents.
“Danger!”
Taang!
It was a split victory. Blood splattered on the hotel window and debris was scattered on the side of the winter's sidelines. That's it! Multiple snipers will divert. Before their attention converged this way, in that short time, winter silenced them all in turn. Many of the machine guns that used to exert extensive oppression are also silent. After killing all the undead pushing out the dead shooters, I vomited out all my winter breath at once. My breathing was shortness of breath because of bleeding.
There is a strange calm in the front of the hotel. Winter threw me a borrowed gun.
“Follow me! ”
“Sniper”
“No more! ”
Winter when you run away without seeing any reaction. I sharpened my speech while I was speeding. On the top floor, the enemy aiming at the rocket launcher drops to the ground. It didn't fit. Even though I emptied half my magazine, my heart was beating on glass and window frames. My whole body aches. An intermittently faint darkness pulses from the edge of the field of view.
Unconscious shooting and unconscious reloading. More waste of ammunition. You are clearly abnormal, but have recovered your combat strength with reduced engagement distance. At least the reaction rate is still a unilateral tap on the enemy. Even as it gets slower.
After all, it was time to fight. Uncertain comfort of Anne and declining combat endurance due to injury. The less HP you have, the more nervous you become.
In just a few minutes, winter, when you pushed the rebels out of the lobby, you slammed the security room door open. But I didn't go in. The bullets are raining. They are the work of a terrified enemy. Winter, when it staggers into a low position. Shoots two knees, one shield to kill the other.
Hiic, hiic.
Pow. One of the first to fall and wriggle is crushed on the neck. Without even having to look back at the death, winter looked at the closed circuit monitors.
“Anne, Anne, Anne……. ”
Then I stopped looking in one place. There is a section where the traitors show strange movements. They've sealed off a particular compartment aimed at the inside and not the outside. I can see him yelling something towards the inside. Silent cameras with limited angles did not give more information. Unfortunately, there were many broken screens.
Hopefully Anne and other FBI and CIA agents will be there, and winter found the shortest route on the map inside the walled hotel. Twice, three times, I tried to run along the road with 'Reading Method', but a sudden dizziness caught my ankle.
Why are you reproducing these senses?
Reducing the synchronization rate of the pain was not an effect because of injuries and bleeding. The winter that fell on the corpse stood roughly, suppressing its annoyance. The tingling of the Survival Sense. The identity of the warning was two guns that slowed down tension in front of your eyes. Following the winter, FBI agents look at you in disgrace.
“Commander? Are you all right? ”
“I'm fine.”
The locked voice was not the only answer.
“Now leave this place to others.... ”
Winter shakes its head and ends the striker's words.
“Fourth floor. Reception hall. I need backup."
Until we reached the hall, the memory of the intermediate process was unclear. Run, shoot, kill, run, shoot, kill... Without reinforcements, there were moments when it was dangerous. When the rebels protruded from the sides caught up to the rear of the winter, the only thing that blew their heads off was Agent White Cell and the D.C. police force who were desperately chasing winter. Winter was also about trusting them.
With this speed, the enemy's counterattack becomes more and more violent. Rapidly approaching firearms, screams, and radio silences. Conditions sufficient to lose all willpower.
Therefore, the resistance became weaker and the breakthrough became increasingly unmanned.
The treachery is ending.
Winter didn't want to cry at the end.
Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!
A bullet drops from the inside of the hall, facing the traitors. If it wasn't a planned trap, it was definitely a friendly or hostage misfire. And it was unlikely that it was a trap. Instead of the winter, leaning against the column and breathing down your throat, another white cell agent steps out.
“Cease fire! Cease fire! Rescue! I'm here to help!”
Then the angry answer comes back from inside.
“I'm not cheating! You traitorous sons of bitches! ”
It was Kramer's angry voice.
Fuck! I'm gonna be president of the United States of America! Instead of being used by terrorists! I'd rather die fighting here! Come on! Come on! ”
Threatening gunfire again. It wasn't Anne. Winter felt like she was losing all her strength. But there was no law against Kramer being alone. Agent White Cell, who was the first to leave, sends a request to the winter. Winter, when she pulled down the mask covering half her face, shouted.
“Mr. Kramer! Do you remember my voice?! ”
“Who the hell are you! ”
“Commander in the middle of winter! ”
He doesn't seem to immediately understand his excitement, but Kramer couldn't have known the voice of winter.
“We're really here to save you! Don't shoot, I'm coming out now! ”
Winter, when you slowly show up with your hands raised, with your guns hanging low. Make clear footsteps with slow walking. Cramer glances at you while keeping his guard up.
“God! It's really you! ”
His size is so big, he looks like an adult holding a rifle. Kramer doesn't even realize that winter was part of the rebellion. It was such a pleasure, but winter passed him by and looked inside the room where he had been hiding.
What caught my eye was the body of an FBI agent.
‘Serrano.'
It is one of the two people who was moving with Anne. Aggravated winters cling to annoying people. A man in a turban and a woman in a hijab. Other people express their gratitude in unique accents in English. There are also foreign languages. Winter is upon us all.
“Back off! This isn't over yet! ”
The surrounding area is quiet. Because of the outburst of anger. The rising "Threat" frightened people. Without hesitation, you point to Serrano's corpse, and winter asks Cramer ferociously.
“Was he the only FBI agent? Have you seen any other colleagues?! ”
“ ……. ”
Kramer swallows a dry saliva and replies.
“I don't know any more than this guy, Commander. But first it got loud on the roof. The rebels were the first ones on the helicopter. The next thing I came in from the ground.... If there were other agents, they probably wouldn't have gone up there. ”
The following memories were also unclear: Winter repeated the search to the next level with such desperation. The room was dark when the power went out. As it got harder and harder, my mind seemed to get confused by similar scenery repetitions. My dizziness became more frequent with chills.
At least I'm glad the encounter with the traitors was individual and sporadic. Enemies have already lost their organizational strength. Many had abandoned their weapons and surrendered. You knock them unconscious, and winter never slows them down with a tired body. Calling Anne's name, she pioneers the floors, floors and new floors.
‘What would happen if Anne were alive? ’
While responding to the helicopter assault, an attack was carried out on the ground. That means the road has been cut off. Then it was reasonable to hide anywhere among the many rooms. We must hide and wait for salvation. Or you may have been sneaking around behind enemy lines.
But what about toxins? Where is it? ’
Negative imaginations clouded the idea of winter.
“Anne! Where is it?”
I wonder how far he went raising his voice.
A door in one of the rooms opened and the sunlight in the window leaked out into the hallway. One person grabs a pistol and carefully shows himself from it.
“Winter?”
Murky blonde glows. Anne gave an unbelievable glance.
“Ha……. ”
Winter laughed.
“Haha! Hahahaha! ”
I can't stop laughing. Winter has never laughed like this before.