Chapter 177: Lead and Silver Coins (31)

Chapter 177: Lead and Silver Coins (31)

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Squeeeek-!!!!

Bang! Crash!

"Hey, let's make a U-turn! We can't break through this!"

"Shut up and look for mines! The rear armor is weaker compared to the front, so the moment our backs are exposed, the snipers will be all over us!"

Regrettably, the situation for Ian and Ezel, who were part of the breakthrough team, was not much better than fleeing across the wasteland pursued by a mad tiger.

The trusted tank armor was tattered. The multi-layered reinforced windshield, piled up to the point of blueness, was so cracked that it was hard to see what was ahead, and the supposedly unbreakable elastic alloy tires were severely slowed down due to the shards of a nearby exploded mine embedded in them.

"What kind of madmen are we dealing with that can take down advanced tank armor with sniper fire, which even has self-repair functions."

"The level of gunmen rotting in the wasteland is way beyond average. There were also problems with the makeshift modifications, the connection between the vehicle and the armor was frail-"

Crack!

"-and!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Instead of screaming, read the radar! If you push any harder, we're really going to die!"

"-42 degrees, 13 meters! 15 degrees, 28 meters! 1.2 degrees.7 meters!"

"If it was 7 meters, you should have said something sooner!"

Squeeeeeek-!

Kraaaaash!

At the moment Ian sharply turned the steering wheel, the nearby earth overturned, filling the truck with the sound of shrapnel hitting like machine gun fire.

.We're being hunted. Their shooting skills are excellent, and they're good at planning. We might really die here.'

Mines that don't just explode on contact, but can be detonated remotely. While being threatened by gunfire, and trying to navigate around the dangerous areas marked on the radar-

Crash!

Boom!

Kraaaash!

Squeakkkk- Thud!

"Damn it! I've never seen such an absurd method of mine deployment before!"

The direction they were trying to escape to was layered with dozens of shock mines that detonated simultaneously, pushing the heavy armed truck with their aftershock. If it had been a normal combat vehicle, it could have been flipped over just by the shock.

The dust is thick and visibility is low, but we're almost there. There's hardly any gap between the gunfire and the impact, so at most its 100, 200 meters. And if they've been herding us like this'

Beep! Beep-beep! Beep!

"Hey, this!"

Ezel started to call out the coordinates of the mines but then lost his words.

The smoke cleared, revealing a rocky hill. The exosuit's radar showed mines laid so thickly in front that there was no room for even a single person to pass.

"They're not even trying to hide it now. Its as if they've just tipped over a box of mines and scattered them. They must have been busy too? It's really clumsy at the end."

"If you don't want to end up as meat scraps on those clumsy mines, do something! Reverse! Reverse, reverse!"

"How many times do I have to say they are remote mines. There must be plenty laid on the path we came too. Theyve been setting off mines to herd us here. They wont let us out easily."

Although Ian was obsessed with explosives, this wasteful form wasn't his style.

The trucks modified defenses are too strong to be penetrated by sniping. Although it's shattered here and there, the armor still protecting vital parts is intact. They plan to immobilize us and pound us to their hearts content. Hmm. So, the mines on the exit path must be around here? If we back up, the rear wheels will lift first, flipping us like a turtle. Then the weaker underside will be battered.'

Bang! Bang bang!

Crack! Crackling!

Thud!

Unfortunately, there was no more time to think or move. The enemy's bullets had finally penetrated the multiple layers of reinforced glass and began reaching inside the vehicle.

".It's penetrated. Damn, the bullet hit the seat!"

"They switched to ammunition with good close-range penetration."

Amid the smoke and dust, the sniper's bullets relentlessly targeted the windshield. It wasn't just the sound that was jarring, but rather it felt as if the bullets were piercing directly into their ears, shot from a very close distance.

After a moment's hesitation, Ian flung open the door of the driver's seat and stepped out, grabbing the restless Ezel by the collar and pulling him towards the driver's seat.

"Whoa! Are you crazy.! Where are you going!"

"Just spin the tires in place for a while. Make sure I'm not visible."

Without waiting for a response, Ian ventured into the battlefield strewn with mines and snipers.

Quickly crawling under the truck, a cloud of dust kicked up behind him. With a loud squeal, a makeshift smokescreen began to billow around the vehicle.

Its hardly enough to cover a large truck. But it should be enough to conceal one person moving in the blind spot behind the truck. Let's see. If I were planting mines. Surely around here.'

Ian hurried to a pre-thought location. Right behind where they had fixed the vehicle. If he had designed this minefield, he would have laid a dense array of shock mines that could push forward regardless of the enemy's defenses.

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"Ah."

As he comprehended those words, Ezel finally snapped.

"Damn youuuuu!!!"

"Hahaha! Get used to it, Cherry! Youve been marked by Professor Park! No matter how much you struggle, you'll have to join in this madness dozens of times from now on! Accept it! Embrace the warmth of BDSM, Ezel!"

"Aaaaah!!! God, Buddha, Jesus, Confucius! President! Chief Mong! Kimi! Jim! Nadella! My unknown motheraaaa!!!"

Ezel, feeling a sharp sting, saw the adrenaline shot Ian had sneakily injected into his thigh, and preemptively lamented the impending tragedy.

Click-

Eeeeeeeeng-!!!!!

Ezel's scream echoed like a harmony along with the characteristic acceleration noise of the shock mines.

Whoosh-

"Uh-!"

Before the thought that they had exploded could even register, the tremendous force and acceleration of the shock wave left Ezel unable to scream, clinging only to the control stick of his suit. Although he couldn't see outside from within the cargo compartment, the distinct sensation of being airborne and the ticklish feeling in his stomach made it clear they were in the air.

And the unique terror of free-falling, too.

Whoosh-

The snipers of District 38's Enforcement Department, known for their cold professionalism, could not hide their confusion at the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.

The target they had cornered, a truck that had seemed like a solid turtle ready to be beaten down, was suddenly enveloped in dust and then shot up into the sky.

Whoosh- whoosh- whoosh- whoosh-

Had it been a person popping up like that, perhaps they would not have been so flustered. They were veterans, after all, accustomed to all manner of bizarre happenings in the wasteland. However, what was now spinning through the air like a thrown hatchet was a massive truck. A mad contraption reinforced with a tank's top plate and a strengthened frame, flying across the sky. And directly towards their position!

"Is it flying?"

Someone's mutter shifted the snipers' confusion into chaos.

"It's enemy air support!"

"Disengage! Move to the next sniping point-"

"Argh! It's a flying truck!"

Whoosh- whoosh- whoosh- whoosh-

Crash!

True to Ian's reputation as unrivaled in destructive engineering in the wasteland, he had successfully targeted the truck to land precisely on the target location, albeit with a marginal error.

Although the truck and cargo compartment had detached due to the impact, they nonetheless managed to land (somewhat) safely right in the midst of the enemy lines.

Creak, whirr- boom!

Squeak-

As the cargo compartment thudded to the ground and the half-torn door slowly swung open, a large figure emerged.

Whirr- click!

"Aaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!"

"Hahaha! Didnt I tell you to bite your tongue!"

Bursting from within were Ezel, spitting out a mix of coagulant and blood in red foam like a madman, and Ian leaping from the battery compartment wielding a massive machine gun.

"Hard to see your faces, you prissy ladies-!"

The snipers, regaining their composure, raised their rifles, but Ian, who had been preparing, was much quicker.

Ratatatatatatatata!

"Hahaha! Consider this a grand welcoming salute!!!"

Ian quickly took out several snipers and suppressed the rest who took cover.

"Cherry! If we don't each take out our share, were all dead!"

"Aaaah! Aaaaah!"

Unable to speak properly due to biting his tongue, Ezel responded by shielding himself from the raining bullets.

"Iuuu, aaaaa, aaaaaa-"

Facing Ezel was a monstrous cross, spewing dense flames. The opponent, a grotesque mutant piled up with what seemed like doubtful biological components, was a formidable challenge.

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