The Returner

The essence of a major gate suppression operation is simple.

Destroy the space.

Clear the perimeter of the gate completely, surrounded by troops and wipe out all monsters before they can spread.

It was a kind of manual that was put in place after five years of trial and error in monstrous countries.

Evacuate the villagers first.

The second time, we wait for the powered to get around the gate and wipe out the tribes before the monsters form a group.

In the meantime, the monsters escaping will be killed by the surrounding troops surrounded from behind.

These three steps were the basics.

Of course, if more time was given, there was a variation in the surroundings of monsters, such as making domes completely surrounded by reinforced concrete or reinforced Styrofoam, or reserving cremoas and other firearm attacks depending on the situation, but the above process was followed.

However, all of these processes were based on two premises.

One, all gates appear on the ground.

Two, it takes at least three days for the gate to open.

This manual was built because the two premises were correct. Following this manual, KSF and the Defense Agency faced a dire situation in which all manuals were rendered incapacitated with one minor variable.

Underground appearance of the gate.

That alone slowed down the time to find the gate, and now I have to pay the price.

“Go for it!"

“Damn it!”

Voodoo!

K7A1 Electronic Rifle Emits Fire.

Monsters Classification (MC) No. 7, Trandal, which was pushed out of the warehouse entrance.

Monsters called Builder Monkey sprint forward, spraying blood on their rifles.

The firepower that failed to construct the firewall was unable to pierce Builder Monkey's thick arms.

“Ahhhh!”

The soldier grabs hold of Builder Monkey and screams.

“Move!”

The moment I got caught, it was over.

I can't get it. You need to sharpen your gun to save it, but if you shoot a man who's already wielding a man like a shield, all you have to do is kill your captured companion.

“Fuck! Why is it already open?" Why? ”

I don't know that I don't have anyone to answer to, but I couldn't help but shout.

Phew!

Soldiers flying to the wall bounce off the wall.

The commander exclaims, hoping that the walls and impulses of his men are still alive.

“Back! Back! Slowly open the streets! Concentrate your fire at the entrance, you bastards! ”

Lucky for you?

Surprisingly, there were not many Builder Monkey jumping out of the warehouse. Even if a thick epidermis almost blocks a rifle, it cannot withstand the shock of hundreds of bullets spilling through the body.

Few Builder Monkey are overwhelmed and fall to the ground one by one.

“First platoon, secure the entrance! The rest will be vigilant and protected. ”

“Loyal!”

With First Platoon Commander in command, two squads approach from entrance to entrance.

I didn't want to go in there, but I couldn't spend my time staring at the entrance. At least I had to see what was going on in there.

“Charge!”

“Charge!”

Two men per squad point a gun at the entrance and the rest of the group begins to move in.

One.

“Ahhhh!”

“Aah!”

The troops rush in, bouncing out like a toy. The men who guarded the entrance couldn't help but tangle with their colleagues and dig into the ground.

Voodoo!

“Argh! Damn it! ”

“Move!”

The gun fires while unconscious, making sure that the trigger finger is energized.

Fortunately, there was no damage, but there was no relief.

Builder Monkeys, who blew up a group of troops, rush out and attack the soldiers.

Suddenly, progress is distorted.

The commander shouts for a slit throat.

“Stay back! Stay away from me, you bastards! Stay back!"

Although the rifleman didn't know it either, builder Monkeys who had already come close were far superior in speed and agility to ordinary soldiers.

I can't get rid of it.

Immediately, four or five soldiers blew away, and the ceremony started pouring out biblical greetings with a radio.

“You mutant bastards! Are all our children going to die to get there? ”

The answer came from behind my back, not inside the radio.

“I'm going to be late and I'm going to nag you, but you're going to be very troubled for us. ”

When I looked back at the fair, a man who looked like he was in his mid-30s, with a very impressive short-sleeved shirt, was walking by in a miraculous way.

“Syker?”

“Or?”

The fair ceremony shouted.

“Do something! ”

The man kicks his tongue and walks past the equation to the Builder Monkeys.

“Tsk, how dare you hold a gun in this narrow place and stop them. ”

The man grabs the arms of the torn builder Monkey by the leg of a soldier.

Wood Duck!

At that moment, Builder Monkey's arm seems to be twice the size of a man, snapping in a strange direction.

Kyahhhhhh!

The man who heard the shout of Builder Monkey made an impression and literally stuck his fist in the face of Builder Monkey.

Kwaek!

The face of Builder Monkey sags through.

The man swipes his finger at the Builder Monkey, which is hanging in the palm of his hand, and then snaps his fingers at the Builder Monkeys who surround him.

“Com on. ”

As the Builder Monkeys rush towards the man, screaming in a bizarre manner, the man smiles and greets them.

“Anyway.”

The fair was spit on the floor, watching the scene.

The sight in front of me was unrealistic no matter how many times I saw it.

It was not pleasant to see monsters that were easily torn apart by humans being torn into their hands and literally broken.

‘Which one is the monster? ’

To sum up the meaning of the word "monster," the Builder Monkey is closer, but I can feel it firsthand. Those abilities are more like monsters.

“Chief Operations.”

A fair ceremony with the call of his subordinates suddenly saw a man turn all Builder Monkey into a lump.

“Is this the end, mister? ”

“For now. But the gate is open in there, and we can't know what's going on inside. ”

“Really? Then we should go inside. ”

“Be careful.”

“Wow, you've got a long life ahead of you. A soldier worrying about mutants like me. ”

“If you die, we're in danger. ”

“Yay, yay. ”

The man trembles to the entrance of the warehouse. The man asked as he was walking.

“By the way, I heard it's level two, but haven't you seen the top class monsters? ”

“All we see is what you see. ”

“Strange? Level two wouldn't have remained in there quietly. ”

The man tilts his head and walks into the warehouse.

After the man went in, the equation asked the Chief of Information who was guarding the rear.

“Who is that? ”

“I think it's Iron. ”

“Iron? Iron Park Sung-chan? ”

“Yes.”

Fair is fair. ’Then I looked at the door through the eyes of a man.

If it was Iron Park Seong-chan, he had heard of it several times. If I had a name among many talents, I could say it was solid.

“That's good. But it's a quick one. ”

But Iron doesn't seem to like their peace of mind.

“Hey mister! ”

If I could just change the title a little bit, I'd be able to look at it a few times better.

“Why?”

“I think I need to come in here. I think the problem is getting bigger. ”

“Excuse me?”

I entered the door as if it were a fair run.

The men who were hurrying to follow behind him hurriedly fall left and right to avoid a sudden halt in the door.

“No, Chief! ”

When the chief of information who was about to complain saw where the eyes of the equation were looking, they kept their mouths shut.

Where the equation is viewed.

The ceiling of the warehouse.

There was a hole large enough for the trolley to pass through.

“Fucked up. ”

The unfair brainwashing represented their feelings.

“Uh, how do I do that? ”

I don't mean to be the chief of information, but the fair process didn't blame him.

He was on the verge of a panic.

I was prepared to take heavy damage. Strangely, I thought there was less damage and fewer monsters.

“Get KSF on the line and explain the situation. Call the Defense Department for additional backup, and tell them to shut down the perimeter at all costs! Especially if you have to block the way to the subway. If these bastards get on that subway line, it's gonna be hell! ”

“Yes, I will! ”

“Hurry!”

“Yes!”

Iron jumps to the ceiling as he watches the process unfairly.

“Then I'll catch up with you, so please take care of it. ”

“Good work.”

The fair process took out the radio.

Where should we start to fix this?

I took a long sigh after I tried to take the radio to my mouth several times while holding the sticky forehead.

“Damn it.”