Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Justin Anderson, who radioed for help from the cleaning team and the medical team, tilted his head.

Earlier, the radio was working fine, and I vomited out a hissing noise.

I couldn't figure out why the radio wasn't working.

There was a possibility that the tunnel was so deep and bent that it could not be transmitted, and that spores or fumes in the tunnel could interfere with the transmission.

The loss of communication in the Deadzone was a near daily phenomenon, so he quickly abandoned the idea. What matters now is not "why," but "how."

How to get out of this tunnel fast, how to transport a wounded Nick Drake. And how to take a vow that doesn't even know where to splash.

He wanted to get out of this stuffy, heavy space of death as soon as possible.

Seowon was resting with his back against the wall, and Nick Drake couldn't help but limp one leg and look at Carnivore's corpse.

He approaches Nick Drake.

“It's time to leave. ”

Nick Drake looks at the carnivore with his sad eyes and nods reluctantly.

Justin Anderson hoisted Nick Drake and moved his feet to where the vows were.

The face of the vow that was closing her eyes with her back against the wall felt peaceful for a moment. However, I could tell that he was suffering from a fatigue that was hard to express in words.

The right hand, which grabbed the metal club and hit the Beast without cause, falls to the ground, and the shoulders, which were wide enough to make the pectoralis bulge, curl.

Justin Anderson's lips tightly shut as he looked into the vow's face. It was because I felt deep remission and deep fatigue in life around the eyes of the vow and the tail of my mouth that started to wrinkle.

A moment ago, I couldn't even imagine the vows I had made to Carnivore to show that I wasn't human.

He didn't want to disturb the rest of the vows if he could. He wanted his vows to be deeply rested. With more than ten Bionic Soldiers and countless fires, the hero who defeated the Beast by himself seems to be able to take a break. But thinking about Nick Drake leaning against him, he had to wake up his vows.

Once the suppression of the Beast in the Deadzone is complete, the structure of the injured takes precedence over any other behavior. It was a code of conduct for Bionic Soldiers belonging to the SCO.

Away from Nick Drake, Justin Anderson crouches to the ground to wake up his vows. However, before his touch, his vows opened their eyes.

Justin Anderson breaks his butt in shock. At that moment, he unknowingly looked into the black eyes of the vow.

The darkness of the Abyss, where nothing is seen, comes first.

Suddenly, a raging lava burst out of the darkness.

A frozen ice storm comes from the sight of it.

Lava and storm combined to create a massive explosion in the black eyes.

Justin Anderson suddenly screams.

The sound that starts from the stomach comes out through the throat and the jaw as wide as it can.

He squeals in his mind until the pile of rubble falls out. I screamed until the vocal chords hurt, so that I could rest my neck. He expressed his fear, fear, anger, and disappointment as hard as a fossil, with all the power he could.

In the meantime, he can't escape the horrors and pressures of Beast's corpse within a few steps.

His scream was a curse on a desperate destiny to fight that cursed creature, too formidable to deal with as long as he was acting as a Bionic Soldier.

The hand of the vow clapped Justin Anderson's back.

The screams that burst out of my throat suddenly stopped, like a lie.

Justin Anderson's face lens, which lowered his head, suddenly got wet. He bursts into tears without knowing why he's crying.

Nick Drake looks at Justin Anderson in a big shock and shakes his head.

Tears are a symbol of weakness. Tears are not allowed for Bionic Soldiers. He had never seen only one Bionic Soldier burst into tears in front of others. A Bionic Soldier that must be tougher than anyone else in the world should never cry at the end of its life.

He couldn't understand Justin Anderson, who was screaming and suddenly bursting into tears.

As Nick Drake shakes his head, the vows speak in a bold voice.

“Don't look at me like that. Because of Battle Fatigue. ”

“What's that? ”

First of all, when a situation is threatened by instinct (survival instinct), the human brain is subjected to an unmeasurable amount of stress. If you don't release the stress properly, it will explode one day.

Seowon saw a lot of such incidents in hell.

Suddenly they do things they don't understand, they do things that hurt themselves, they kill other people completely. There were many people who heard that they had suddenly gone mad.

Relationships are the best way to relieve combat fatigue.

It naturally relieves battle fatigue in a humorous joke and a gentle smile of everyday warmth with other people who seem meaningless. Nothing scientifically proven, but that was the idea of a vow. At least no one in his group suddenly went crazy.

The vows kept their mouths shut as they tried to answer. No matter how hard I tried to explain it, the old man who had a firm mind would never understand.

“I'll be going now. ”

He raises Justin Anderson and kicks his tongue.

“That's what happens when you can't open your heart to your family and keep it in your mind. Tsk, tsk."

Justin Anderson looked at his vows without a word.

There were so many things I wanted to say. But that wasn't something I could say here. Seowon said as if he had read his mind.

“If you think about it, come see me separately. He'll be in Washington for a while. Maybe.”

Nick Drake frowns, unable to understand their conversation. In Justine Anderson's mind, however, the word ’Washington’ was engraved clearly.

Justin Anderson slowly followed behind the vows as he walked ahead. Nick Drake's arm across his shoulder feels heavy.

The conversation disappeared between the three of them.

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About 11 miles (18 km) east of the French Quarter, St. Bernard Grove (St. Bernard Grove) is a typical southern American neighborhood with its residential streets tiled.

Before the sun rises, the bustling morning of this everyday neighborhood starts with a variety of sounds.

Birds chirping, whispering "five more minutes," crumpling in the bed, starting the car, scratching at the front door, and pedaling on the bike.

The blue painted front door opened slightly and a white dog popped out of the courtyard like a shot. Dogs protrude out of the yard, slowly waving their tails and smelling the grass wet in the rain.

Labrador Retriever's tail was also moving more and more rapidly as the sound of pedaling was louder and louder.

With a sound, a stack of newspapers from the bicycle fell on the grass. Labrador Retriever raises his head.

“Hey, Jimmy! ”

The freckle-haired boy greets Labrador Retriever with a lively voice. Labrador Retriever's tail moves at an incredible speed like a helicopter.

At that moment, the manhole lid on the quiet asphalt road suddenly rots away.

The newspaper boy and Labrador Retriever's head swoop back at the same time.

You hear a thumping sound from the heavy black manhole lid. Whenever there was a sound, the rain that was in the grooves of the lid popped up everywhere.

The newspaper boy was surprised with his mouth open, and Labrador Retriever lowered his posture and roared toward the manhole lid. It was hard to find from a gentle retriever, nicknamed Angel Dog.

Bam!

It sounded as cool as when I got a bottle of Coke with a bottle opener.

The newspaper delivery boy watched with his mouth wide open as the manhole lid soared into the sky.

The boy thought he should tell his school friends what he saw. However, it was unknown how many friends would believe the boy's words.

The boy frowned and blocked his ears as the manhole lid that rose into the sky reached its peak.

The manhole lid fell into a void full of weeds. The sand piled up for construction and the dense weeds didn't make as much noise as I thought.

The boy gets off his bike and approaches the black hole.

My heart was irritated because a dangerous monster appeared, as I saw in the movie. But curiosity overcame fear. Labrador Retriever growls louder, revealing his teeth.

The boy approaches the manhole and takes a long look inside.

Suddenly, something white pops out of the manhole.

The boy was shocked. Labrador Retriever barks his head off. A loud noise came from inside the blue front door.

“Shut up, Jimmy! ”

The white monster caught in the boy's eyes grows larger and larger.

The boy's eyes grew bigger and bigger as well.

A white monster crawls out of the manhole and approaches the boy.

A white monster raises his hand to his head and reveals his face. The boy looked up at the man with a surprised face.

Luckily, it wasn't a monster, it was a person. He was a tall man in white clothes.

“I surprised you. ”

The boy woke up with a sweet voice.

“A-are you a person? ”

The man pointed back instead of answering.

There were two men standing around the manhole he pointed at with his hands. One had a mustache and the other was a black-haired Asian.

Labrador Retriever, surprised by the appearance of strangers, barks like a seizure.

The blue front door opens wide, and a 40-year-old woman in pajamas walks out barefoot screaming.

“Jimmy, stop! Everyone's waking up in town. ”

The woman strokes Jimmy's back to calm him down. But Jimmy didn't listen to the owner.

The woman turns her head, noticing the strange air around her. A man dressed in a strange suit that looks like a spacesuit is making an embarrassing face.

“I'm sorry, can I borrow your phone? ”

The man's voice is not buried in Jimmy's howl.

Recently, the boy who secretly touched his father's DVD collection became more interested in Asians. The film that the boy was most impressed with was "Enter the Dragon."

The boy wanted to be as brave as Bruce Lee. I wanted to defeat the villains with a twist. Plus, I wanted to be as gorgeous as Bruce Lee when I grew up.

To the boy, Bruce Lee counted more than Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Batman (except for the alien Superman). Unfortunately, there was not a single friend who knew Bruce Lee.

The boy asked the teacher how he could become Bruce Lee. The teacher replied:

“He's Asian. Asians aren't like us. If we want to be like him, shouldn't we ask the Asians? ”

There were only white boys around. No mom, no dad, no friends, no teachers.

The boy did not know the difference between Asians and white people.

Later, he found out that there was nothing different between the two races except skin color, and he found that his answer was racist. But it was after the hairs on his dick and armpits.

The boy approached the Asian people without even knowing it.

The Asian man frowns a lot. I don't think I like Jimmy's barking.

The boy showed courage.

“W-wait... ”

The Asian man raises his right hand slightly. It was a movement many adults do. It meant to be quiet.

The boy opened his mouth and glanced at the Asians.

But the boy realizes that he was mistaken. The right hand of the Asian didn't mean to shut up.

Your thumb and index finger are stretched out like a pistol in your right hand. The Asian man turns his head toward the boy and gasps.

‘Watch this. ’

The boy tilted his head. What are you looking at?

The Asian man raises his hand at Jimmy and moves his hand slightly as if he were firing a gun. Phi Jung!

Jimmy, who was barking like a mad dog just now, starts whimpering. It was amazing.

The boy opens his mouth and looks at the Asian. The Asian man winks at the boy.

“You're in charge, right? ”

The boy looked stronger than the man with the mustache than the man in the space suit.

The Asian laughs without any answers.

“What's your name? ”

The Asian man tucks his hand into his pocket and rumbles to find something. However, he glanced down at a curious figure on his left shoulder as nothing came out.

He gently rubs his left shoulder with his right hand.

A moment later, his hand rests on the left shoulder.

The young man was a greater magician than David Cooperfield. The boy who could not keep his mouth shut looked at the painting in Asian hands.

The picture had the word 'Shadow Warrior’ written on it.

The Asian man held a thick painting in the boy's hand.

The boy looks at the Asian face with gleaming eyes.

The sun has just begun to rise, and it splashes brightly on the Eastern shoulder.

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