Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Surphant takes a slow step, as if he were enjoying the image of Eric Prince, who was bored with fear and pain.

The steamy, squishy saliva that smelled sour flowed down the long chin.

As the surgeon approaches, Eric Prince desperately crawls up with his two legs and only one arm.

He realized he couldn't run from the monster like this either. But flooring was the only action he could take now that he had lost his countermeasure. If I didn't do this, my head would be numb with fear. Every time he wriggles, there's blood on the floor.

Tears spilled in both eyes and nostrils throughout the crawl. My jaw trembles, and a hard sound comes out of my mouth, whether I'm crying or moaning.

“Ugh... Ugh... I don't want to die. I don't want to die... ”

Eric Prince crouches on the ground, muttering an unfamiliar sound.

Surfers groan from their mouths, gazing at the last of the helpless humans.

The prey that could be killed at any time was no longer interesting. He was just a snack. Today, the main dish was a little small, hard man who had just teased himself.

The surgeon's gaze flickers toward the vows that lie flat on the floor.

The surgeon slowly approaches the vow with his arms lowered. The tail of the excited surgeon was shaking like a willow branch.

As I approached the vows, the surgeon took my face to the body of the prey and smelled it. Five tiny holes, like needles, just above the mouth, sucked air out. From the five holes, you hear a sigh, a breath of fresh air passing by.

A moment ago, I could smell the fragrant flesh of a human that I could not smell.

I licked the back of the vow, with a red tongue that split in two like a snake. The sponge's sensitive tongue felt two sensations of sharpness and softness as it crossed between the hairs.

The unbearable surgeon uses a steel-like scaled arm to flip the body of the fallen vow right over. It's because the brain at the front of the head is the most delicious. He then grabbed the head and reached out to split it into two sides.

Thinking about the fluffy pink brain in the hard shell, a sticky saliva pours out like a waterfall at the end of the elongated tongue.

At that moment, something strange appeared in the yellow, gleaming eyes of the surgeon beneath the recess.

In the hand of Seowon, located at the bottom, there is a curious object. It was a hard, long object with a long nose.

The highly intelligent, curious surgeon nods his head.

I turned my face down to get close to Seowon's hands in order to closely examine things I had never seen before.

As the surgeon's mouth approached, his eyes flashed. It floated.

Your hands move at a ridiculous speed, and then you plunge into a stiff, elongated mouth! I dug it up.

When the teeth of the surgeon were about to move sharper than the saw blade to cut off the arm that had entered his mouth without permission, the wrist of the vow was broken at an unreasonable angle.

“Son of a bitch! ”

A vow of protection against the wrists, elbows, and shoulders pulled the index finger without hesitation.

A firework erupted in the mouth of the surge.

A tremendous noise rocks the tunnel.

< Kuaang!!! >

A hand cannon with a 50-caliber (12.7mm) M2 Browning Heavy Machine Gun bullet, fired from Triple Action Thunder, penetrated the ceiling and nasal passages of the surgeon and clumped its brain.

Triple Action Thunder is a handgun tested by Maadi Griffin in the United States to create the ultimate in destruction.

The devastating triple-action Thunder that blows a man's torso off with just one shot is powerful enough to be called a hand cannon. But at the same time there were many disadvantages as well.

It weighs over five kilograms and is ignorantly long, rising unit prices from titanium crafting to withstand gunpowder blasts for a long time or more and tremendous repercussions that humans cannot withstand. These issues brought the value of combat or self-defense close to zero. However, the SCO has looked at the Triple Action Thunder with the defense weapon of the Power Suit and has increased the destructive power of the gun with a custom spell.

A vow of inability to use a single club during the battle with Aranea required a second weapon.

Thinking about Japan's Great Sword, but if the Beast is protected by a solid exoskeleton, the Great Sword is likely to be useless. It takes an enormous force to cut through an exoskeleton like Aranea with a Great Sword. It was hard to bear with my vows now.

A vow as powerful as a club, before leaving for New Orleans, James Spader asked for a secondary phone.

The SCO weapons catalog was as thick as a book, filled with all sorts of weapons. More than half of them were new to vows, weapons experts, and almost all of them were gunpowder guns.

An easy to carry, easy to handle with one hand, and extremely destructive with one foot.

Triple Action Thunder was exactly what vows wanted.

Not even a scream.

Even before the subtle smoke and acrid gunpowder odor cleared, the huge body of the surgeon smashed the counter blow like a boxer hit to the chin.

Seowon lightly rolled to his side and avoided the heavy body of the surgeon that was attacking him.

< Bang!!! >

The vow slowly got up. I told you to be relieved.

Secondary and third-degree confirmed kills are necessary to kill Beast properly. But before that, observation came first.

Seowon carefully examined the surgeon with narrow eyes a few steps away.

Blood flows from your lost focus. A yellow liquid spills from the open mouth.

Severe injuries that are hard to keep to a minimum, maximum immediacy.

As he approached the surgeon, the vow lifted his left hand and shoved the triple-action thunder in his right hand deep into his jaw.

< Kuaang!!! Kuaang!!! Kuaang!!! >

Every time the Triple Action Thunder erupts, the Surfer's body shivers.

Seowon turned one foot towards his head and 180 degrees from the mouth of the surgeon, firing both feet toward his torso, and then pulled out the triple action slider. Death was certain as long as it wasn't ironed to the intestinal canal. Every beast he experienced was made of light muscle, as much as the insides of his body.

Seowon searches the Surfer's head and torso to find the exit of the bullet. But when nothing was found, he nodded. Without waiting for the end, the scales wouldn't have been pierced if you fired the gun ahead of time.

The last death sentence for the surgeon turned his head.

You see Eric Prince struggling with his arm cut off a few meters away.

As the vows approached, Eric Prince asked.

“Please... Please help me!!! ”

Seowon looks carefully at Erik Prince's injuries with one knee on the ground.

If the target was an ordinary person, the vows would have been extremely careful not to touch the affected area. However, the opponent is Eric Prince, who is presumed to be related to his death. The vow touches Eric Prince's bloodied arm without hesitation.

The slice is clean as if it was cut by a sharp knife at once. Moreover, there is an automatic closure device for each joint in case it is torn or cut as it is now. When the elbow was cut, the shoulder area was automatically tightened, blocking external air, and compressing the upper injuries did not cause much bleeding. It was fortunate to be unhappy.

Eric Prince screams, his throat snapping, his eyes turning upside down, feeling the madness of his pain when his vows reached the severed area.

The vow stood up. Then he said with a cold expression.

“As you know, I don't have the tools or the first aid kit to repair a severed arm. You can stop the bleeding, but you can't suture it here. ”

Eric Prince looks at the vows with bloodshot eyes. It was also the moment when I changed my mind.

The vow grabs Eric Prince's left arm off the ground. He pushes his severed arm in front of Eric Prince's face.

“I'm going to give you two options. First, we stop the bleeding with our arms cut off and walk directly to the place where we came in. If you make this choice, the moment you get out of here, you're free. I won't ask you for anything. But you will lose your arm. ”

The vow throws Eric Prince's arm to the ground.

Eric Prince's eyebrows twitch as the dust settles on the cut.

The vows lay dessert boots on the limp of your fingers. It meant that I would cut off my hand with my boot and make it impossible to sew.

Erik Prince's nipples clatter as he moves.

“Two!”

Suddenly, the vow of silence opened the backpack that was on his back and took something out. Seeing it, Eric Prince is as excited as a man dying of thirst in the desert when he finds a dew-drunk water bottle.

“As you can see, this is a dry ice pack. If you answer my question, I will use this pack to ensure that the nerves in your severed arm do not die. And I'll make sure you get your sutures up and running in one piece. ”

Eric Prince nods, his eyes puckered.

Seowon folded his arms and said.

“But there are conditions for the second choice. I'm going to ask you some questions. The questions I ask will be difficult for you to answer. But there are no ears to hear here and my mouth is very heavy. No one will ever know you told them. What are you going to do? You have one minute to decide. ”

The vows take a few steps back to allow Eric Prince to think uninterrupted.

A vow that had been maimed by a bullet in the knee remained 100 percent clear of the situation and feelings Eric Prince is experiencing now.

If I could walk again no matter what the cost... If only I could run around the grasslands covered with grass...

Even with his legs on, Eric Prince's emotions can't be better off with his severed arm in front of him (and his arm is likely to return to normal if we act quickly).

Nevertheless, the reason for doing this live show was to give the impression that Eric Prince chose for himself. There is a huge difference between voluntarily opening your mouth and voluntarily opening the information provided.

Erik Prince had no choice in the first place.

Eric Prince looks at his severed arm and trembles.

The cold pours in, and my mind fades. Probably because of the bleeding.

I kept getting distracted. But in the meantime, I tried to remember the words of the vow and decide which choice was best for me.

The first condition was not worth thinking about.

A one-armed man. I can't even imagine him flapping his left cuff.

People will look at themselves with compassionate eyes. Compassion, Erik Prince! Besides, what kind of woman would go out with a one-armed man?

Everyone you meet will ask questions about how you lost your arm. However, we cannot tell people what is designated as a national top secret. You'll have to excuse yourself a lot like car accidents and gun mishaps. The world's leading mercenary contractor in a gun misfire?

Eric Prince shakes his head powerlessly. The first choice was not even worth thinking about.

I was attracted to the second one.

I was willing to give up all my possessions, or half, if I could get my arms back to normal. But my heart was pounding with wonder what kind of question that monster would ask me.

The question he asked me a while ago was about Bionic Soldiers in Blackwater. But this was not all, but a few questions. Some of what he knows is that even with a knife to his throat, he can't answer.

It may be better to lose your arm if you have questions about the committee or why you really caused the Public Palace incident. At least we'll be able to save lives.

Eric Prince opens his mouth to answer. But at that moment, Desert Boots of the vow stepped on the fingers of his severed hand.

“Wake up if you're trying to be vague or lie. ”

You hear the cracking of your little finger as you groan.

Eric Prince screams as if his fingers were broken.

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