I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun-Chapter 784: Washington D.C (6)

"Penalty wounds and rib fractures in the abdomen! The number of patients continues to increase!"

"Damn, who here hasn't been shot in the stomach at least once! Who here isn't wearing a triage red wristband! Get this done quickly!"

"Higher ups have assigned a new high priority patient! They say there's a patient with a rebar embedded in the abdomen! The small intestine is damaged, and the current loss is around 500ml!"

"High priority patient? If it's an injury of that level, it can be treated somewhere else!"

"T-T-this is Secretary of Defense Janet."

"What!?"

Washington D.C., Pentagon, 3:00 AM.

The dawn of January 4, 2031, when the Potomac River was frozen and the mountains and rivers were supposed to be asleep, was filled with screams and groans of pain. It didn’t take long for the emergency room entrance of the temporary hospital near the Pentagon to become covered in blood.

As soon as two ships suddenly came up the river and landed in the Tidal Basin, countless soldiers and strange weapons that had never been seen before poured out.

The White House, which was only 1km away from that point, immediately became a battlefield, and the reconnaissance units guarding the area along the Potomac River were seriously injured or killed, and the mobile strike force was wounded.

Naturally, the emergency room, which was relatively quiet, or in fact not particularly quiet, was put on emergency alert.

The existing doctors who were already suffering from a lack of personnel, and other civil servants who had no choice but to receive minimal training and participate in medical work despite their unproven expertise due to the lack of personnel.

All of these people were deployed to deal with the US soldiers who were brought in, bleeding from all over their bodies and in pain, but of course, it didn’t go so well.

In addition, the sudden news of the highest priority patient - Secretary of Defense Janet's critical condition.

The only good thing was that her physical condition when she was brought here wasn't that bad.

"The rebar penetrated her abdomen. Most of the emergency treatment was done on the way here, so we'll leave it to observation. It won't take much work."

"A penetrating abdominal wound is enough for a serious injury, but what kind of emergency treatment was done on the way here... No, that's not something we should worry about."

The doctor now looked at the soldiers who looked like they had just returned from the battlefield.

At first glance, they weren't in good condition. Their bodies were covered in dirt and blood. And of course, they were going to be re-deployed to the battlefield soon.

However, because they were curious, the doctors kept their mouths shut for a moment and then opened them with difficulty.

"...What on earth is going on out there?"

"There was a massive attack on the White House. Enemy forces numbering at least several regiments have attacked the operational base, and other forces are taking advantage of the chaos to move in the surrounding area."

"Ah...."

"This place could become a battlefield, too. The Pentagon's defenses are probably strong, but...good luck."

"...I understand."

Secretary of Defense Janet, lying quietly on a gurney for patients. Although they may not know much about Team Dagger, they did know the faces of the people working to normalize the capital.

Without saying a word, Team Dagger exchanged a few conversations with their team members, including hand signals, while they were putting needles in their arms and disinfecting their wounds.

"We're moving to the operational area as soon as we're armed. Bring plenty of food."

"It's a bit much to say. Let's go."

"TOC gave me a job. The Icarus Gear stealer I've been keeping an eye on is on the move. I think it's time to secure the goods for my friend Susan under the shark."

"That's a nice thing to hear."

What on earth could that mean?

There was a high chance that he would never know, so he decided not to care. All he could hope for was that none of them would die.

The world was starting to get noisy.

"Nothing's going right. I've heard that guys with outrageous powers use outrageous weapons, but there are some crazy guys who shoot a Tomahawk right before it goes into acceleration mode and intercept it. The Secretary was taken away with his eyes open."

"Wouldn't it be better to clean up the Pentagon right now so that this kind of thing doesn't happen again?"

"Are you kidding me or are you in your right mind? If you ever say something stupid like that again, I'll turn your stomach into an armored personnel carrier. Get out."

"...I'm sorry."

"So, are there still kids who don't understand why the Black Eagle didn't attack the Pentagon as soon as it arrived?"

3:11 AM, inside the Black Eagle amphibious assault ship Kestrel No. 1.

As the equipment and soldiers ebbed away like the tide, the hovercraft's unique structure was abandoned, and the air was sucked out of the ship, someone added in a nervous voice.

An appearance that would make someone ask if it wasn't clearly an android. State-of-the-art armor covering their entire bodies from head to toe, and the black eagle emblem shining clearly on their shoulders.

Rebecca "Race" Bailey, the field commander who currently leads only the most elite of the Kestrel soldiers, was disgusted by the stupid question from one of the soldiers from another unit.

"There are wild animals in the house and you want to start a fight with the neighbors? That's the best thing I've ever heard. There's no way to make this shit worse."

"...."

"Listen carefully. The president is still alive in Colorado and holds military power over the entire US military. If you just punch the other guys in the jaws of the Pentagon and DARPA, will they rebel or not?"

Of course, to be more precise, it wasn't a problem that could be resolved at the level of 'rebellion'.

Those who were busy working in the Pentagon and deploying troops along the Potomac River to prepare for the Black Eagle attack were legitimate US soldiers themselves.

In addition, there was the current Secretary of Defense - Black Eagle had to secure her but failed - which meant that if anything happened, the US military in Washington D.C. would give up everything and go down with the enemy in the capital.

There was no need to use nuclear weapons. The predecessors of Black Eagle were US elite soldiers - of course, they weren't soldiers who took care of their mental health - so they had a rough idea of ​​what weapons the Pentagon would use.

"First, take over Washington D.C.'s air defense network and block missile bombings. Second, throw all the trash in the capital that has been indirectly used well into the Potomac River. Last, capture all the friends left in the Pentagon and squeeze them to the bone. Is there anyone who doesn't understand?"

"I understand."

"But if those guys from Manhattan show up this time, I'll report as soon as possible."

"Yes."

A brief silence.

Meanwhile, someone approached her from the side, and soon added quietly.

"Wraith, the command center of the Son of Eagle, a warlord active at Gallaudet University, has just been decapitated. The fighting has not ended yet, but they say they have secured the Icarus Gear that General Mike was wearing."

"Let's go now. How do we retrieve it?"

"We'll send it on a drone. If it's not intercepted, it should arrive in ten minutes. It's about 5km away."

"I'll go out to the deck."

Wraith stood up and walked to the elevator.

Since no one was using it, she quickly boarded it, and after a brief silence, the door opened to reveal the upper deck filled with darkness.

A helipad capable of simultaneously landing multiple helicopters, a mortar launcher, a surface-to-air missile pod, and a vertical launch tube for cruise missiles... However, smoke was still belching out from the launch tubes.

The first attack blew up the cruise missiles right after they were launched, and the second attack almost completely destroyed the vertical launch tubes that were damaged by the explosion.

"...."

Is that even possible in common sense?

She herself had acquired a new armor that was beyond common sense through her own technological prowess - in fact, it was necessary - but... Even assuming that she had predicted it in advance, would it be possible to shoot down a cruise missile with a railgun?

If a mutant were to wear the Icarus Gear, would that be possible?

At first, it didn't seem like it.

She organized her thoughts into short, thick monologues.

"The world is falling apart"

"The crazy guys are popping out."

"Did you say something, Race?"

"Don't worry about it. It looks like we're almost there."

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A bright green hexagon above the interface. It meant a friendly drone.

It was flying in from far away. The type of drone was a common one that Black Eagle used. However, at the end of it, a watch with frozen blood was dangling.

No one there knew it, but Race's expression under his helmet was distorted without mercy. It was obvious that it was the blood of the previous wearer. It wasn't that he ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) didn't like blood, but he didn't like it on his body.

Anyway, Race had come into contact with the actual Icarus Gear for the first time.

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"Initializing initialization procedure. Let's see, the master code is... 1q2w3e4r? You're not in your right mind. It was very roughly made."

Of course, the true nature of the Master Code was truly... absurd, but because of that, Race instinctively felt that this was the real Master Code, even as he looked at the sight with cold eyes.

The armor on her arm came off, revealing white bare skin. She could not feel the coldness. She too had been modified considerably - and when the Icarus Gear, which looked like a normal watch, was safely placed on her wrist.

The user adjustment began.

"... !"

The arm glows and slowly 'disappears'. I knew it because I had heard it before, but the regeneration speed was much slower than I thought. The reason was simple. The Icarus Gear was specialized in controlling and restoring biological tissue.

A fact that even Black Eagle did not know. Those who had undergone prosthetic limbs or similar augmentation procedures were extremely slow to adapt to the Icarus Gear, and the logical calculations of the Gear were bound to be even more trial and error.

The delicate operating mechanisms of various implants were extremely slow to recover with the Icarus Gear once they were damaged, or it could be impossible at all.

Race noticed this fact within seconds of putting on the Gear.

"... This is tricky."

But there was no choice. At least it was safer for Race to handle it himself than for some idiot to wear the gear.

If anything, it would be a long time before he could handle the Icarus Gear.

She frowned and asked.

"What about the rest of the gear?"

"Crow must have gone to retrieve it. He's probably packing up to go to the Potomac Event Center by now."

"That crazy, chatty little brat? That's pretty funny. If he gets killed, it's obvious to anyone that we'll be the ones cleaning up."

"If the Icarus Operator doesn't show up, it shouldn't be a problem. And if that big shot comes along, the news will soon be spread across the network."

Should I really take comfort in that? A thought suddenly occurred to Race.

Her arm began to feel tingly. It was because the repair and regeneration of the modified arm was not going so smoothly - then a warning came to mind. The existing mechanical implants were being removed and 'restored to the original arm'.

Race looked at it with a distasteful expression and removed the armor on her left arm.

The light of the Icarus Gear spread across the abnormally white forearm, and the sight was uselessly visible due to the moonlight revealed through the clouds.

She stared blankly at it and muttered.

"I knew this would happen."

"This is going to be difficult."

"Don't worry about it. "I've given up on expectations since I became a crippled body that couldn't even receive sunlight properly."

Race put a hand on her neck, and the helmet slowly unzipped with a squeak.

Her white hair, not much different from her skin color, flowed down. It was a color that was more inorganic than beautiful. The color close to flour seemed cold at first glance.

She checked the moonlight beyond the clouds with her red eyes, put her helmet back on, and added.

"For the time being, I have no choice but to focus on command. That bastard Crow is not my business. You can do whatever you want, whether you want to or not. If that damn Webb was in his right mind, he wouldn't be sending someone who just put on gear into battle."

"Well. It seems like he's not in his right mind... but shouldn't I just say that?"

"Just keep your mouth shut. If it leaks out, you'll think it's your fault."

"Of course, keep your mouth shut. I don't want to be found as a mummy."

Kugu-kung!

Before Race could even explode in anger, a loud noise rang out. Several large drones of the Paladin class were connected to the upper deck of the hovercraft and simultaneously lifting it.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery began to change. The upper deck of the hovercraft, which rose from the ground by at least tens of meters to hundreds of meters, flew for several minutes and landed near the spacious monument in front of the wide White House.

Below, the base foundation already existed, and the moment the main body of the hovercraft docked there, all around it glowed green.

She opened her mouth.

"... As expected, it'll be difficult to access the proper Icarus network."

"Is there a problem?"

"Let me explain it simply. There's only a problem. It's the master code that Webb sent, so it's been disconnected from the network for a long time. If we're unlucky, the gear positions will probably be revealed in reverse."

"Oh. I hope you don't get dissected in the Pentagon."

"Dissecting when you can use mutants? That's ridiculous."

"Ha."

The silence lasted, but it didn't last long.

The two went down, and the screens in the war room showed the Black Eagle spreading across Washington, D.C., like paint dropped into a fishbowl.

It was time to turn all the enemies roaming the capital into piles of corpses.

"We're going in."

The two disappeared as if they had never existed.

Just as Manhattan had, Washington, D.C. was in turmoil.