White, a blonde teenager in a black military uniform, was desperately moving from side to side in the crowd. A variety of shops and markets in front of you and in the face of merchants selling animal-to-human creatures trapped in cages, White walked the streets for half an hour to vent his astonishment when everything he could not have imagined was suddenly laid before him, and finally stopped in front of a shop. The exterior view of the shop was quite small.It looked like a runaway structure built in the small space between the two structures. A syringe pattern was given with LED lights standing just above the entrance door.
"There may be information that may be useful to me."
He gently pushed open the door, and when he walked in, there were two attendants two feet tall on either side.They were wearing suits, sunglasses in their eyes, and red-skinned skin. Avoiding eye contact, White confronted the skinny man in his forties behind bars and bulletproof glass, with thinned hair at the top of his head.
"Hi."
The man pressed a button on his desk, which the young soldier could not see, and the LED lamp sign just above the window read, "How many do you want?"
White immediately took out the syringe, which he had put in one of his velcro pockets, and put his hand between the bars and put it on the tray in front of the glass.The tray went down, making imperfect mechanical sounds, and went to the attendant's side, reappearing. The officer picked up the syringe with gloves in his hand and, after reading the inscription on it, pressed another key and leaned forward slightly.
"Password."
White looked around with a slight startle at the sound echoing in the shop and saw that a small loudspeaker was hanging on both sides of the ceiling.
"Password. Say the password."
White took out the paper from his pocket when the attendant called out for the second time and put it back in the bowl.Then the bowl went back inside and appeared next to the attendant.On the paper in charge;
I 4 1 2 0
QXFD I
When he saw the combination, he immediately opened a certain page of the book on the other side of his desk and made a note on another piece of paper for a while. After the note-taking process was over, he looked at the young soldier with a tired smile with his tired and burred eyes, and with the password, he put the note in the bowl and sent it back. White immediately took the contents of the bowl and pocketed them. And a thick arm wrapped around his neck, cutting off his feet from the ground. He immediately began to shake his feet, trying to put his fingers between his arm and neck, and the military food he ate with a punch landing in his stomach gushed in his mouth. The surface of the glass was completely covered with vomit, and White's face was crimson.The hormone adrenaline took effect with the punch he received, dulling his feeling of pain and kicking the jaw of the bodyguard in front of him. He then struck the toes of the person standing behind him with the heel of his other foot, and the arm around his neck loosened slightly.He immediately tried to push the arm away from him, putting his fingers between them. At the same time, when he pulled his head down, he saved his neck in a few seconds and with a kick exploding in his chest, he jumped out of the door of the shop like a bullet and laid out in front of the market across the shop. As the breath slept rapidly, a slight but clear pain created a stinging sensation in his chest, but when he saw the officers leaving the store, he straightened up and stood on both feet.
Clenching his fists, he lifted up to the level of his face, took his guard and complained, "I wish I had taken the P-90 with me."
The officers cracked their fingers as they intertwined their fists, and as they contracted their arms, three consecutive rows of red-colored thorns appeared on their arms, running from the wrist to the shoulder.
"What's next? The laser beam coming out of your eyes?"
The officers moved away from each other and began to move forward in a semicircle. By the time White looked around, the streets were already empty.There was only him and the four in front of him. Swallowing, he was thrown next to one of the poles attached to a piece of cloth that covered the side bench and kicked the pole. And an attendant immediately threw at him. Immediately wanting to make a backward move, he put all his weight on his fingertips and threw himself back at the last moment, freeing himself from the punches.
White immediately brought his arms in front of his face, and thorns stabbed into his arms.With the air flow created by the fist, his body was thrown back about five meters. But he stepped on the ground with his hands and threw his body forward and managed to stand. A slight warmth emanating from the thorns that had entered his arms began to penetrate into it.
Step by step upon the officers, they continued to move forward with their feet on the ground. White squinted his eyes and began to examine the security guards' steps and collective movements. The security guards on both sides advanced with one hand running over the market stalls, while the other guards took steps with their feet on the ground every time they took a step.
"AAAAAAAAAA!" he jumped over the guards and immediately jumped over the counter and went to the other side.
"AAAAAAA!" jumped over the stalls with security and immediately went to the entrance of the market and picked up the pole he had broken.
"AAAAAAAA!" the guards jumped forward again and immediately squatted and took a step forward.
Then he looked at the enemy's face, and while his pupils grew in fear, he could not throw the pole as he wished, and he was able to break only the right side of the enemy's glasses, and the knee of the security exploded in his belly. He was thrown backwards with bated breath.
As he tried to check his breathing again, he leaned his back against the wall of the shop and looked at the attendants who kept coming towards him. And he couldn't react emotionally to what he saw. Dozens of small piles on the other side of the security and glasses had pierced his eyes.
White said internally, 'These guys are blind. As I zoomed in, I saw their mouths, sealed with staples, before tossing the iron rod.These people... what kind of life is he living like this?"
White swallowed again and stood up, filling his lung with air and screaming.
"GHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The officers immediately made their usual moves and leapt forward. White passed under the first punch that came upon him, grabbed the wrist of the other fist, pulled the fist downwards, and as his enemy fell face down to the ground, he rushed forward face down and took the iron rod on the ground. And as he stood up, turning his face to his enemies, he jumped on top of the enemy, and the iron rod shattered the chest of the security guard. As he breathed deeply, a few drops of bloody tears fell on his shoulder.White loosened his fingers, which were holding the iron rod, and lost all control over his body.
"Um, this young guy will help us. Take this and everything on it."
TO BE CONTINUED...