I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun-Chapter 810: Washington D.C (26)

"HQ, HQ! Respond! The Icarus Operator is currently with the Supreme Commander Kestrel before the race! The Race Commander has betrayed the Black Eagle! Urgently requesting cruise missile bombardment!"

"Communication is down! Jamming is causing interference!"

"Eclipse hangar is completely destroyed! There's not a single spare left!"

"Damn, get away from the main gate!"

Kagagagagagag!

A horrible sound like scraping metal all over the place resonated endlessly. The bulkhead was being torn apart in real time. But this time, that wasn't the end. Part of the door was melting.

The 500 or so Black Eagle soldiers who had been left to hold off the US forces for several days and had thus been provided with that much supplies were concentrating their firepower on one point, but despite this, they were moving one step closer to a result that was not defeat but annihilation.

How on earth was this possible? Loyalty to the Syndicate was unwavering, but that didn't mean his ability to analyze the given situation was diminished.

However, Black Eagle didn't know that this was an unprecedented situation in human history, and he had no idea how to deal with Wraith's attacks and defenses.

That was the difference between Icarus Operators and non-Icarus soldiers.

"The existing combat doctrine doesn't work!"

"The drones we have... damn it, most of them were destroyed in the hangar battle just now."

"We'll retreat to where we can, and pour out all the remaining suicide drones. If we also put the remaining heavy armored soldiers at the front, wouldn't we at least buy time until the facility self-destructs?"

"Let's do that."

Black Eagle wasn't a group of idiots.

However, since their numbers were much greater than that of the Dagger Team, and some of their autonomous judgment abilities were also emasculated, the Black Eagle soldiers had no choice but to rely on existing doctrines or formations.

On the other hand, the Dagger Team threw the existing doctrines into the trash can, and through much more active formation movements, they guided the Race's large-scale attacks to terrain features, and at the same time, they gradually blew away the blood, the source of their abilities.

The Dagger Team, who witnessed a strange sight that simultaneously crushed the laws of physics and materialism, tried to analyze it and respond, while the Black Eagle, who was not flustered by the sight they were seeing for the first time, tried to respond using only existing methods.

At first glance, it was a difference that could be considered trivial, but the gap that opened up from there created an even greater difference as it passed through several slits, and eventually converged into different results.

The Dagger Team subdued the Race.

Race came to his senses and turned the tip of his sword toward the Black Eagle.

───Ka-ga-gak!

"The door has been breached!"

"Concentrate firepower on the bulkhead!"

Drrrrrrrr!

Dozens of unmanned combat platforms in front, and heavy armored soldiers behind them who started firing miniguns. In the meantime, the drone operators in the rear launched suicide drones one after another.

A brief moment of silence. But at that moment, the bulkhead collapsed. Due to the fierce fighting, there was no light in the lower hangar, and although the door was open, it was difficult to see beyond.

All Black Eagles already had night vision goggles with performance far superior to that of the ENVG-B, and they wore them, aiming at the other side of the bulkhead where dozens of infrared lasers were gaping.

However, they did not see the blood dripping from the burst pipe.

Before anyone noticed, the blood that had been falling one by one began to flow down the wall, eventually forming a puddle.

A pungent smell spread through the air. But when they noticed, it was already too late.

"Wait, what the... AAAAAH-!"

"Fuck, what the hell is this!"

Whew!

The blood took shape as if it was alive and moving, becoming a jaw with many huge teeth, and the moment it closed like a guillotine blade, one person was cut off.

In the meantime, a canister containing vaporized napalm flew through the gaping bulkhead. It was intercepted by the ADS, but the moment the plastic shell broke, it ignited on its own, painting the hallway with a vivid flame.

It was natural for night vision goggles to be obstructed the moment they detected a heat source, and some of the light was blocked to prevent the wearer from going blind, but that was exactly why the Dagger team took advantage of that moment to lean their guns against the wall and stick them out.

The railgun fired.

"AAAH-!"

"A heavy armored soldier in one shot...!"

"Damn, send the suicide drones! Don't let anyone inside!"

The sharp, harsh noise of the rotating propellers.

The suicide drones formed a certain formation and flew through the air, crossing a distance of only a few dozen meters, and exploded as soon as they passed the half-melted and destroyed bulkhead.

However, Team Dagger had long ago withdrawn from the explosion range.

They were checking the physical condition of Race, who was operating the blood from a distance, in real time.

"This is incredible. It's possible to operate like this. Does this even make sense?"

"It's like manipulating the iron in the blood, or something like that? It seems like it could be possible if you apply ferrofluid, but I have no idea how to create wings and gain lift."

"Hey, you damned bastards, stop mumbling next to me! It's distracting!"

Race grumbled, but continued to focus on operating the blood.

She could concentrate and feel safe just by having someone there to prevent her from going on the rampage, and every time she did, she felt that her control was improving little by little compared to before.

On top of that, her stamina was almost completely gone.

As time passed, precise control became impossible. It was like singing too much and losing her voice. She could use it as much as she wanted if she used it viciously, but there would come a time when that would reach its limit.

And Race felt that she was slowly approaching that point.

"... This is too much. My head feels like it's going to burst...."

"I understand what you mean. Understand that active operation is no longer possible. Is it possible to wrap it around your body like a shield?"

"I'm going to use it until the end, you frugal brats...."

Inside the large lower hangar, there were dead bodies all over the place, and there were as many guns as the dead people, or even more.

She grabbed a gun lying near the corpse that was slamming into her feet, pulled the charging handle to make sure it was functioning properly, and then grabbed the magazine from the pouch.

A ticking sound was heard. Race adjusted the position of the LPVO on the rail and began to zero it to fit her.

"According to the data I dug up from the network, you were one of the top commanders of the Kestrel Brigade. You must have earned that position through poker. Or maybe you've been out in the field a lot."

"Do you think I'm some kind of idiot who can't shoot a gun? I can at least do some frontal protection, so let's get started quickly."

"Okay. The Dagger team values ​​no casualties over the results of the operation, so let's engage while keeping that in mind. Let's push them out safely."

"...Is that what you've shown us so far safe?"

If it was a joke, it was the best joke, but if it wasn't a joke... . . . . Race sighed and stopped thinking any further, and at that moment, the Dagger team entered into a full-scale engagement. The first was to project an EMP pulse forward at the right time.

The moment the Dagger team appeared again, the pilots waiting behind the passage sent out a suicide drone, but the moment the EMP was activated, the suicide drone crashed into the ground like a puppet with a broken string.

The night vision goggles and minigun motors were also affected, and although they were not completely disabled, they gave the Dagger team ample opportunity to attack.

The engagement began, not one-sided, or rather, a little slower, but not so much in efficiency.

The Dagger team had been engaged in continuous engagements with the Black Eagle for less than a year, establishing their own doctrine, and they knew very well that those armed with cutting-edge combat aids were always vulnerable to EMP.

Of course, the gear was not particularly weak to EMP. It could be said to be fatal, but the dead did not say anything.

But on the contrary.

Those who converted had something to say.

"... I think I know why everyone I meet is defeated by you and returns. Where on earth did you get that crazy weapon, and how do you charge it?"

"If you were curious, you should have been on Icarus instead of Black Eagle, mosquito buddy."

"... Fuck. Yeah, I didn't expect you to give me a proper answer, you damned bastards."

I didn't get a proper answer, but it didn't matter.

There were many things to watch in the Dagger team's engagements. When they reached the peak of individual engagements, they didn't even have to say anything, but they didn't stand in the line of fire of their allies, didn't block their vision, and killed enemies who were targeting their comrades before they were in danger.

As a racer, he knew very well what role he had to play in such cases, but these non-mutants were not only unable to keep up with the mutants' judgment of the situation, but also slightly surpassed it.

All he could do was barely keep up with the tempo.

Even while she was feeling something like admiration or disappointment, the number of Black Eagles was steadily ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) decreasing.

The Dagger team knew in detail how the Black Eagles operated their squads, how their positions were classified, and what weapons and equipment they used, and they continued their engagements based on countermeasures for these.

Even if they didn't fit every situation, they just took it one step at a time, one by one. Stepping on them one by one.

It was an elaborate murder technique that could not be accomplished by just one mutant.

She had no need to do anything other than recover the blood of the dead corpse.

"Is it okay?"

"... It becomes difficult when you try to shape it as you want, but if you recover it and use it as a shield, there is no big problem. And in this weather, blood will rot quickly."

"That's a very convenient ability."

There was no other answer, but Race vaguely sensed that it was a simple fact.

Unlike the soldiers who looked at her with expressions that seemed to be incomprehensible or ridiculous, the Dagger team was already not paying much attention to such 'trivial' things.

That alone was fortunate for her.

In the time that passed by more than ten minutes, a little less than twenty, the Dagger team headed to the end of the hallway. The five of them periodically emitted pulses to search for enemies. It was a display of their determination not to leave a single enemy behind in the base.

The Dagger team, which had grown from five to six, searched the inside of the base thoroughly, killing all the Black Eagle soldiers who blocked their way, and there weren't many soldiers who escaped their clutches.

It seemed like it was only a matter of time before the base became quiet, and the Black Eagle's last attempt seemed to have failed.

But-

───Clang!

"...The bulkheads are still there?"

"This is more troublesome than I thought. I can't even guess what's going on. Get the oxidizer ready."

"Do you know anything, Race?"

"We broke up with those damn Black Eagles a few minutes before you guys came."

"It's not your business."

The bulkheads closed one after another with a loud noise.

The sudden change in the situation caused the Dagger Team to aim their guns in all directions, but the bulkheads closed without a care, and there was no way forward at that point.

The only sound was the siren hanging from the ceiling.

"It's a cramped ship, so there are no bypasses or spare passages. It looks like they have no intention of rescuing the people trapped inside the bulkheads."

"It's to prevent flooding from an external attack. If there are too many separate passages, it will be difficult to withstand the water pressure."

"I see. At this point, it doesn't sound particularly hopeful. So, how do we get out of here? ."

With that muttering, Owens checked his surroundings. He tapped the wall with his fingers and activated the pulse to check the location of the Dagger Team and the thickness of the wall surrounding them.

The Dagger Team was currently at the bottom of the lower hangar, and across the hull alloy armor that was several centimeters thick was literally the ground.

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The Icarus Gear began calculating the amount of oxidizer needed. If possible, they would escape through the side of the hull without opening the bulkhead.

The expected time was quite long, but it didn't matter. The bulkhead being closed meant that the Black Eagle couldn't attack the Dagger Team, and the number of enemies had already decreased to less than a dozen.

The Dagger Team soon finished calculating where they had to break through, drew an X on a single part of the hull wall instead of the bulkhead, and sat down.

At most, a dozen or so. It was too small a number to surround the Dagger Team, and all that was left was It was a matter of time.

Race looked dumbfounded, not knowing what the Dagger Team's true intentions were when they suddenly collapsed, but they didn't really care. It was an action that came from their confidence that they could respond no matter what happened.

However, before they could even tell Race to sit down,

The Dagger Team was informed of 'something' that they had not expected from the ceiling.

-[Warning: The Kestrel's scuttling system is being activated. 1 minute left.]

-[Warning: All troops are requested to evacuate promptly. Remaining on board may result in death or similar bodily harm, and Black Eagle is not responsible for any injuries caused by your own negligence.]

-[Warning: Equipment and firearms destruction procedure is being initiated. The reactor is entering an overload.]

"...What?"

"Damn it, they won't let me rest! "Get the oxidizer out!"

"We won't make it in time, Team Leader!"

"Fuck, then we'll have to do whatever it takes until we get it right!"

The whole thing springs up like a spring.

The Icarus Operators, who had been loading the launchers with oxidizers like water, fired them one after another toward the X drawn on the wall, and the alloy wall slowly began to melt with a strange noise.

However, as the Icarus Gear had calculated, that alone wasn't enough, and the next thing the Dagger Team wanted to choose was the railgun, but it was immediately rejected due to the risk of ricochet.

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A crackling noise spread, and the bluish dagger was stuck in the wall, slowly melting the wall, but unfortunately.

-[Notice: Oxygen shortage. Combustion ended.]

"Damn it, if we had pierced through, air would have come in from outside...!"

"33 seconds left, damn it, air, breath... ."

"Fuck, everyone, come out! I'll do it somehow!"

The baton was passed to Race.

The space wasn't that wide, but the Dagger team pulled back as far as possible to avoid being caught in the aftershock and activated the shield, while Race used all of the blood he had.

What was created was a huge hammer and a sharp spike, and Race drove the spike into the place where the dagger was stuck and struck it down. It was right after that that a loud noise erupted.

A splitting headache hit Race's head. It was difficult to solidify what was a simple blood clot into a solid mass that could withstand physical force and maintain it.

However, it had to be done, and the loud noise erupted several times after that. Not many people knew that it was a deteriorated version of what happens when a wing stabilizing separation armor-piercing bullet hits the armor plate.

How long had it been since then?

Race, unable to bear the headache any longer, collapsed on the spot, and at the same time, a blast of blood from the hole in the armor plate Sufficient air began to flow in.

"Race!"

"Chester, stabilize! This side does the rest!"

There was only about 20 seconds left.

The blade flared up again due to the air that began to flow in through the hole in the wall. The air inside disappeared in an instant, but thanks to the pressure difference, air continued to flow in, and it would weaken momentarily but not go out.

The armor plate began to be cut. The more it did, the more air flowed in, and Morrison and Kissinger, who had been waiting behind, also helped cut the wall.

How long had passed? After kicking the armor plate that had been cut in an S shape several times, the iron plate dented and an exit was created that two people could exit at the same time.

However, by then, there was only about 10 seconds left.

"Jump out!"

"...Ugh, what the hell, I finally got this open... !"

"If you have time to talk, get off your Chester back and run, you mosquito!"

"I told you not to call me a mosquito...!"

Kak!

Six people jumped onto the long-turned-over playground, and all of them touched the ground - 5 seconds.

Team Dagger and Race, breathing in enough oxygen, began to run at a speed that was already beyond human speed, and Race informed them that the explosion that would be triggered by the reactor overload would be more powerful than the new explosive that had hit the air defense base last time - 4 seconds.

The Dagger team immediately stopped in their tracks, setting up portable cover and laying polyurethane foam around them to prepare for the explosion and debris that would follow - 3 seconds.

The shield energy was boosted to near overload, resonance began, and Wraith wrapped the 50 liters of blood he had in his possession into a shield to protect the Dagger team and himself - 2 seconds.

After anchoring each other's bodies to prevent them from being blown away by the explosion or debris, the entire Dagger team fell to the ground - 1 second.

And-

───Kwaaang!

A tidal wave of flashes and debris flew in all directions, swept away everything within range.