Genius Engineer in the Labyrinth - Chapter 20



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Apocalypse in Water Episode 20

Episode 20

【Humanity’s best and final weapon picked up from the sea】

“hmm…….”

After checking the contents of the box, I let out a sound that was either a groan or an exclamation of surprise.

Although it was a gun, the M60 was a machine gun and weighed close to 10 kg.

It is inconvenient to carry around because of its weight, but close combat that takes place inside an apartment is fundamentally different from street fighting or field combat in the past world.

Such heavy weapons were useless.

And above all, there were no bullets.

Could the bullets be in another box?

I picked up the wooden box next to it.

Bomi asked, looking into the wooden box.

“What is that?”

“I saw it in a movie or something. Isn’t that the kind of clothing you wear when you go into a place like an exploded nuclear power plant?”

Hoyoung, who was looking inside the box next to Bomi, raised his head and asked.

Inside the wooden box was a yellow protective suit.

Why is this here?

I was curious, but the military has to be prepared for various situations, so is it preparing for germ warfare and such?

So, will the next box contain bullets, or something better?

The disappointment with the previous items only heightened the anticipation for the remaining items.

He brought the paru to the wooden box.

As the lid of the box opened, Hoyoung cheered.

“Wow! It’s a game console.”

It looks like a game console terminal, but there’s no way the US military would have a game console.

Upon looking inside, I found a satellite dish, several cables, and unidentified auxiliary equipment.

Is it some kind of communication equipment, like a satellite radio?

The radio I took from the old man was either broken or all channels, including the disaster broadcast, were unavailable, so no matter how many times I changed the channel, I couldn’t hear anyone’s voice.

The world was underwater, so in a way it was a natural result, but I felt empty, like a child who realized he could never return to his childhood.

An ominous thought kept coming to my mind: Could it be that our apartment complex is the only one left in the world?

Unlike radio, these satellite devices might be able to pick up the voices of people floating outside the atmosphere.

If regular emergency channels like radio failed, wouldn’t the military or government have other emergency channels in place?

I looked around at the equipment and tried to turn it on.

But I couldn’t figure out how to make it work.

The device looked quite complicated, with unidentifiable buttons and an unfamiliar cable slot.

And it seemed like I needed to install a satellite dish to get proper reception.

I guess I should go back and study it calmly.

I closed the lid of the box.

The satellite equipment was an unfinished business, but it seemed more useful than a heavy, empty machine gun and useless body armor.

“Hey. It’s not a game console.”

Hoyoung was disappointed when he noticed the satellite dish and its auxiliary equipment.

“Well, since it’s a satellite communication network, you can just download the game and use it.”

Hoyoung thinks it’s satellite internet. It also has a receiver, and it looks to me like a satellite radio.

It may be a telex series device that can only send and receive texts.

But he didn’t necessarily destroy the child’s hopes.

I opened the next plastic box, expecting to find something better than satellite communications equipment.

Hoyoung looked back at me and asked.

“What is this?”

“Well. What could it be?”

It contained a cylindrical rocket body-like object.

However, the front part, which appeared to be the leader, was empty, so it seemed like it was not a finished product.

So wouldn’t the rest of the parts be in another plastic box?

When assembled, does it become a portable anti-tank missile launcher like a Zevelin?

However, it seemed to be different in structure and shape from the Zevelin or other portable rocket launchers.

Is this a new weapon?

If we had used this, we could have fought against large aquatic monsters like the giant squid or the water monsters that attacked the transport plane.

They were giving me such a fear of existence that I was having nightmares.

In my dream, a water snake broke through the window and swallowed me, and a giant saury monster struck the apartment with its large body and caused it to collapse.

I opened the next plastic box, full of hope.

The body, which appeared to be a launch pad, and the electronic devices for launching came into view.

I took out the two cylindrical bodies and put them together, and they were assembled as if they were one body.

Then, as if they had seen the quiz hint, Bomi and Hoyoung said the correct answer.

“mine thrower!”

“Hey, that’s not a mortar, sister. That’s a missile launcher device.”

Hoyoung’s answer was correct.

However, the structure was unique.

The cylindrical body fitted in front appeared to be the rocket’s propulsion system with its buttocks serving as a nozzle.

However, the front part of the propulsion system was empty.

Where did the warhead go?

If you shoot it in this state, it won’t even explode, let alone penetrate. It was like a steamed bun without red bean paste.

Maybe? I looked at the last remaining box.

The box was about 50cm wide and 80cm long, and it looked quite luxurious and sturdy thanks to its shiny metal material.

It felt like something very important had been put there.

Surely it’s not a missile with a warhead in it.

I tried to open the lid of the metal box.

But what is this?

It was welded so perfectly that there wasn’t even a gap for the screw to fit through.

Instead, a keypad with number buttons appeared, similar to an electronic key.

Do I need to enter a password to open it?

With this level of box quality security, it certainly can’t be a missile warhead.

A warhead is the head of a shell or missile, and contains explosives, a detonator, guidance devices, satellites, etc., depending on the purpose.

Could it be something like a small satellite?

However, the size of the propellant was too small to be launched into space.

Once you open it, you’ll know what’s inside.

But what’s the password?

Since there are no survivors, there is no one to ask, so what should we do?

Should I take it to Building 110 and open it with an oxygen cutter?

With so much unpaid wages piling up, there was almost nothing a Yanbian man didn’t have.

But somehow I don’t think it will open even with an oxygen cutter.

The feel of the metal I touched didn’t feel like aluminum or steel.

Could it be titanium?

And it looks like something has been taken care of.

As I was scratching my head and thinking, Hoyoung approached me.

“Sir, just enter your password.”

“Huh? Huh.”

As I answered absentmindedly, Hoyoung started entering numbers into the keypad.

“Hoyoung. This isn’t something you can put in in order, from 0000 to 0001, 0002, etc. If you make a mistake even a few times, it’ll get locked.”

Beep~!

The password that Hoyoung entered failed.

“I’ve already had a tantrum once.”

“Oh. Isn’t it?”

Hoyoung took out a document with the words ‘Top secret’ written in red ink.

The document would be wet and unreadable.

What does that have to do with documents and metal boxes?

Hoyoung, who was looking at the document carefully, shouted.

“Ah! It wasn’t 7, it was 2.”

Hoyoung entered the password again.

And after a while, the sound of the ‘Tiring’ metal box being unlocked was heard.

“Wow! It’s really open.”

I looked at Hoyoung with my eyes wide open.

“How did you know?”

“I don’t know about anything else, but when I looked at the document, there were four numbers written down. So I guess that’s the password.”

It was like a cow catching a rat while backing up, but no matter which way you go, it’s Seoul.

I gave Hoyoung a thumbs up.

Not only is this guy good at handling drones, he’s also very observant.

That guy Hoyoung, it would be perfect if we had him on our team.

Without realizing it, I remembered my past when I was in the violent crimes unit.

I opened the lid.

What, it’s just a regular missile warhead.

Inside were two bullets that looked like bamboo shoots.

Looking at the size and specifications, it seemed to fit the projectile taken out of the plastic box perfectly.

But what is that?

A strange mark entered my eye.

I think I’ve seen it in a movie or something.

no way!

I was so surprised that I hurriedly closed the lid.

Bomi and Hoyoung, who had come over to see what was inside, looked at me.

“Why is it closed?”

“What’s in it?”

I answered with a serious expression.

“Okay. You guys shouldn’t see this.”

“What the heck! Sir, is that dirty? Since you’re an American soldier, you’re wearing Western clothes?”

Bomi laughed and teased me.

“Something dirty? Sister, what is that?”

“Young children don’t need to know.”

“Why are you like this? Sister, I know everything.”

“What would a young kid know when he’s been exposed?”

When Bomi tried to grab Hoyoung’s head, Hoyoung quickly hid behind me.

“Come here. Let me teach you something.”

“No. You’re going to hit me again.”

“You only have your mouth, so you need to get beaten up to come to your senses.”

The two played hide-and-seek with me in the middle.

I didn’t have the mental capacity to stop their playful chase.

My head was filled with countless questions, inferences, guesses, negations and affirmations.

What the heck? Is that real?

Surely not.

But it definitely had that mark on it, and the box material seemed to be shielded or something, so I think that’s right.

I’ve never seen or heard anything like that, so I don’t know.

But can the size be that small?

Aren’t they usually as big as a satellite launch rocket?

Is that an intercontinental ballistic missile?

But if you attach it to the propellant of a missile launcher that came out of a plastic box, it’s the perfect size.

Come to think of it, I think I read a story related to this in an article comment or an internet community.

It is said that during the Cold War, this was made into various types of weapons.

They developed and deployed everything from anti-aircraft missiles that can be detonated in the air to blow up all enemy aircraft in the area, to squad bazookas that can fire these, to bags that can be carried by two people.

In fact, this type of weapon was deployed in our country until the 1980s.

But with the end of the Cold War, weapons were naturally scrapped and projects under development were halted.

However, it was said that projects that had been suspended due to the recent arms race between the United States and China have begun to resume.

Couldn’t there have been projects to miniaturize this?

And since our country is on the front line of fighting against China, and even the US military is stationed in Korea, there seemed to be no reason why they would not be deployed again.

Hoyoung was eventually caught by Bomi.

“I was wrong, Sister!”

Hoyoung asked for forgiveness, but Bomi tried to scold him.

I stopped her.

“I admitted my mistake, so please forgive me.”

Bomi grumbled, but didn’t disobey me.

I asked Hoyoung, who was relieved.

“Do you know which unit the 121st Fighter Squadron the downed transport plane belonged to?”

“I don’t know.”

Of course. Even the most enthusiastic fan of the genre wouldn’t know something like that.

“It’s a very secretive unit. But there are rumors that it’s involved with tactical nuclear bombs. There were leaked photos of planes from the 121st Fighter Squadron being dispatched during the Taiwan incident.”