I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun Chapter 671

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The red flas slithered through the air, flicking like the tongues of serpents, coloring the space.

It was clear that a horrific situation would unfold the mont the clothes of the people, and then their skin, caught the flas. Yet, none of them could explain their circumstances.

Or rather, to be precise, most of them had lived as suspects for most of their lives, but in this mont, the victims who were forced to beco intimately acquainted with the flickering flas had no words to say other than screams.

Only the 'Cleaner,' whose voice had been unnervingly altered through a gas mask filter, would add a few words when carrying out the 'job' of setting people on fire.

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The skin of the charred bodies crackled as blood oozed out.

One of the cleaners, after pushing the blood aside with his foot, placed a molotov cocktail through the half-burned clothing and set it off, grinning grimly. His laughter was empty, almost as if he had lost his mind.

The sizzling sound ca next. The external respiratory filter of the gas mask was completely blocked, and the oxygen tank on his back began supplying air.

The reason they were doing this... was simple. When using a flathrower inside a building, the air inside gets consud.

And so, the escapees who had hidden inside the building were left with two choices.

One was to burn to death, the other was to suffocate.

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The brutal battle began, one that would be hard to even record in history.

The escapees, desperate to survive, had entered a building cloaked in complete darkness, and the cleaners followed them inside. The flashlight and fire created flickering lights that filled the warehouse, which had been shrouded in darkness for months.

And the flathrower spoke: In close combat under 50 ters, the person holding it was the strongest.

And it was exactly as it said.

The mont one exposed their arm and body to shoot, they were t with the intense flas spewing from the barrel.

Of course, even without sticking out their body, the heated air left behind by the flas was enough to serve as a weapon.

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There was Eugene, sitting on the ground, drenched in sweat, panting like a dog.

That day, she had carried 158 ammo cans and placed two high-speed grenade launchers on the rooftop.

It was Eugene’s second victory.

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"...I didn’t understand."

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He added, giving a strange look.

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"...I understand this one. If I can. Actually, I’m afraid of shooting.>"

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Kuuu-!

How long had it been? The air vibrated. The third transport plane, ant to carry everyone here, sliced through the air and landed on the soccer field.

It was ti to leave for real, and I followed him, trailing behind him toward the soccer field. Most of the gear had already been loaded, and the soldiers from the 107th Military Police Battalion were almost done boarding.

From the baseball field, I could hear the constant popping of fireworks. I heard it was the sound of the remaining ammo exploding, but sohow it sounded more like a celebration, as if we were boarding a plane.

And so, finally, everyone, including , boarded. There were no more enemies blocking our way.

The plane took off.

Behind the plane, whose rear door wasn’t fully closed, the view of Brooklyn gradually shrank. The buildings that had seed so huge just monts ago were shrinking in an instant, crossing the frozen New York Bay.

I wondered if I’d ever go back there again. Just a week ago, there had been terrible things, but also mories of good people.

But the smoke rising from fires and the dead streets... clearly reminded of where I was now.

This was...

‘...New York.’

The frozen heart of Arica.

The city that never sleeps, now asleep.

Frozen Big Apple.

This was New York.

I was here.

"...Acknowledged, GA1. New redeploynt orders have been issued."

"I’m listening. Most of the team has been injured and is currently being escorted. There are no available personnel, except for myself."

"I understand. This redeploynt order is not a normal one. Break. The Departnt of Holand Security has issued an urgent summons to Alpha-class variants. The destination is Central Park HQ."

"Central Park HQ... the one with the 'Torch'?"

"Details will be explained aboard the Silent Hawk. We’ll arrive in 20 minutes. Finish boarding within that ti."

"...Understood."

The top floor of VHC Health-Virginia General Hospital in Washington D.C. A figure gently touched their flowing white hair and let out a deep sigh.

A new player had entered the scene.