Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 392



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Hiding the House in the Apocalypse Episode 392

159. Longing for home (2)

The existence of the Chinese military has always been like a dark cloud, casting a dark shadow over my plans.

They are trained, professional soldiers, they love and handle drones better than any other army in the world, and above all, they are soldiers of an enemy country that is constantly at war.

Luckily, they never showed up in my territory to fly drones and shoot guns, but I did have a huge fight with them in front of the tomb of the deceased.

We also know that Heo Jong-cheol, who is currently being persecuted by Kim Da-ram’s husband, has attempted to trade nuclear weapons with the Chinese, and that there are suspicious circumstances in which the Chinese frequently transport goods and people using submarines.

They were a people who had no choice but to live on the edge, even though they had done nothing in reality.

Now, the base of the remnants of the Chinese army, which has caused much trouble and trouble, is right before our eyes.

At first glance, it is a well-built fortress.

Observation towers, pillboxes, and various wire equipment are built for each element.

At first glance, it seems clear that they had been desperately trying to survive with limited resources for four years in preparation for an attack by the national army.

Across the gentle bay, the sea water sparkled and dazzled my eyes as the armored vehicle carrying me entered the Chinese army’s camp.

Just as Jang Su-yeong raised the Five-Star Red Flag, I also raised the Taegeukgi on my armored vehicle.

Chinese soldiers, each carrying a familiar design of gun, come out and stare at us.

One thing that is unusual is that there are as many civilians as Chinese soldiers.

Did you bring it from your home country?

Or maybe they brought in civilians who were nearby.

Among the young women, there were many who were carrying or accompanying children.

As expected, there were some very familiar faces among the onlookers.

“Hey, Senior Park.”

Cheon Yeong-jae stared at the figure outside the narrow window with a bitter smile.

A Chinese hunter holding the Azure Dragon Sword.

I think you said “Bytow”.

Still, he was glaring at us with a fierce expression and pose, holding his trademark Blue Dragon Sword.

“······What more can I do but die?”

I was prepared.

I told Cheon Yeong-jae several times that he didn’t have to follow me, but he was so stubborn that I ended up going along anyway.

The Chinese military police ordered the car to stop.

As the car stopped, a familiar face appeared in the crowd.

This is Jang Su-young.

Still looking elegant and sophisticated.

But when she appeared, not only the civilians but even the surrounding soldiers slowly retreated.

As if trying to create distance.

Jang Su-yeong approached us with a calm demeanor, as if this attitude was not unfamiliar to her.

“Welcome, Hunter Park.”

She greeted me with a smile.

It felt a bit more familiar than our first meeting.

The door opened.

The Chinese people’s gazes are all focused on my entire body, to the point of being stinging.

I hear a rumbling sound.

The derogatory term “Bbangjji” for Koreans was also used frequently.

“······.”

It doesn’t matter what you hear.

I was so determined that I would do anything even if bullets were flying at me.

We killed several Chinese soldiers in the last battle, and if we go back in time, we have a history of killing many Chinese during operations.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Jang Su-yeong had a delicate side, contrary to her cold appearance.

I thanked her for her hospitality and walked through the rough crowd to the low hill.

The place Jang Su-yeong guided us to was a small country house with a panoramic view of the sea sparkling in the sunlight.

It was not hard to guess that this was where the leaders lived, as the sentries stood guard, their breath emitting from their bodies.

She guided us to their leader.

“This is Ma Hwa-pyeong, who is in charge of the Unified Army Group on the Korean Peninsula.”

My first impression of the Chinese military leader was that he was a nice-looking old man rather than a soldier.

“Let me say this in advance. I’m not of Korean descent nor do I have any Korean blood. I’m Han Chinese.”

He introduced himself in fluent Korean and said his rank was Daegyo.

In Korean terms, it is equivalent to a colonel.

On my way to the office, I heard a brief career summary from Jang Soo-young.

He is a man who followed the typical Chinese aristocratic elite course.

As expected of a Chinese nobleman, he even studied abroad in the United States for a long period of time during his youth.

However, his fate was clouded when his faction was defeated by another faction, and he was moved from one lowly position to another.

He said that his long-term dispatch to North Korea, one of the poorest countries in the world, was a kind of punishment that a defeated faction had to endure, but that experience was a blessing in disguise, and he was able to become the current leader of the remnants of the Chinese military.

As the name suggests, this remnant is not a fully formed unit, but a motley collection of infantry and special forces that invaded Korea, as well as survivors of warships sunk by the Korean military.

The adjutant handed him a tablet.

Ma Hwa-pyeong glanced at the tablet screen, nodded, and looked up at me.

“I’ve confirmed all the details. I’ll do as you request.”

Ma Hwa-pyeong’s adjutant guided us to an empty room.

There were three iron boxes sitting on the table.

The box had a Chinese warning written on it that looked unusual at first glance, but inside it was a laptop.

The adjutant started up three laptops simultaneously with a familiar sleight of hand, then ordered us to turn our heads for a moment before typing on the keyboard.

After a while, preparations were completed.

The adjutant said something to Jang Su-yeong in Chinese.

Jang Su-yeong nodded and pointed to one of the three laptops.

“You can use this.”

I’m not sure about the encryption and security, but it looked like some kind of encryption scheme we’re not familiar with, with 3 laptops running at the same time.

Now, I have before me the data that China has been hiding and that hunters around the world are eagerly waiting for.

To be honest, my heart is pounding.

Although it has been out of update for a long time, it is a record of a country that fought more fiercely than any other country and also fell splendidly.

Anyone who doesn’t get excited after seeing this shouldn’t be a hunter.

Because the word hate includes the concept of interest.

“Okay, you can start reading now.”

The material, which was marked as Level 2 Secret, took the format of a typical computer dictionary.

There is an index and a table of contents, and you can access the information you want to know by clicking on the index.

Although the material was written in Chinese, there was no difficulty in interpreting it.

As a country that had declared itself to be one China before the war, it had the ability to translate into the languages ​​of ethnic minorities living in its territory.

As expected from a country like China that has not hidden its ambition to incorporate North Korea into its territory, Hangul is also one of the languages ​​it can translate.

However, the translation was not good.

It feels like it was roughly translated using a machine translation tool and then proofread by hand.

To be honest, I don’t know what to say.

There is a way to interpret the original text with Cheon Yeong-jae, but the Chinese only allow us two hours.

We have to get the information we want and get out within two hours.

“······.”

Now that it’s come to this, I should also reveal my true feelings.

I called out to Jang Su-yeong, who was standing at the door.

“Mr. Jang Su-yeong.”

“yes.”

Her purpose for being here is obvious.

The pretext is to help us, but the real purpose is to see what we’re searching for.

User analytics through interest searches is a time-honored survey method widely used even in big tech.

“There’s one thing I’d like to ask you.”

I think there is nothing to hide now.

If we lose the next battle anyway, New Seoul is finished.

It may not be like a lighthouse where everything was annihilated, but it could be a death sentence for my country, the Republic of Korea, which has already lost its breath.

“Do you know about the monster that destroys the radio?”

He looked straight at her and said.

A strange thought came to mind in Jang Su-yeong’s softly shining eyes.

“Screamer.”

Oh, so that’s what happened.

“Don’t you know?”

He nodded.

Jang Su-yeong asked back with an expression that was unusual for her.

“Why don’t you know?”

“?”

“No, you’re a professor. Why don’t you know?”

Is this woman crazy?

They say they don’t know what they don’t know.

I took a moment to calm my emotions and answered calmly.

“I was away from active duty for a while.”

“Yes? Someone like a professor······?”

Cheon Yeong-jae nods.

I understood that too.

A calm woman who seems light years from excitement is speaking quickly in a trembling voice as if she has been in trouble.

“No, how could a golden fleece holder like Professor leave active service? Even if he wanted to leave, you should have held him back by force!”

This woman.

He was a devotee of the professor.

I’m not bragging, but when I was active, there were a few people who worshipped me like a religious person.

Most of them were large, hairy Westerners, but there must have been some slender, tall beauties as well.

My personal preference is for a healthy, beautiful woman of South American Latin descent who would be great at beach volleyball, but unfortunately, when I went to the US and searched hard, I couldn’t find a woman who was my type.

Anyway, I was quite famous back in the day.

How bad must it have been for a complete stranger to come to my house to kill me?

I’m a little surprised that the connection from back then still remains to this day, but well, that’s the way it is in life, you reap what you sow.

“It’s a monster called a screaming ghost in China.”

During my most glamorous days, a woman I don’t remember is trying her best to tell me what I want.

I gladly accepted.

Although I did mix in some Chinese here and there without realizing it, there were no major problems with communication.

To conclude, there are monsters that destroy electronic devices.

To be exact, there is a guy who destroys wireless equipment.

“It was first discovered in Hebei. In fact, our country discovered it first, but since the country was already divided into thirteen, we didn’t have the capacity to announce it. It’s a type that is mainly seen in large-scale attacks. It emits a strange frequency and overloads the device that receives it, destroying the entire device.”

“What is the range?”

The revealed material did not contain any actual photographs, not even abstract drawings.

That means one thing.

A creature whose existence is theoretically suspected, but has never actually been discovered.

The type of meatball I found in Seoul might be that type.

Because the caterpillar type had been observed numerous times before the meatball type was discovered.

“It’s very spacious.”

“Roughly speaking, how much?”

“There was a time when all equipment within a 3km radius was destroyed.”

“It’s different from normal monsters.”

As expected, my prediction was correct.

The cracks are constantly evolving and introducing new and diverse forms to overcome the obstacles that are humanity.

What I found was a general type, but there is talk of a weapon that has a similar purpose to ending humans.

The lighthouse must have been a nuisance to the Cracks.

We’ve been deceiving them for a long time by using the monster’s very mechanism.

If, by any chance, machines take over that role instead of Awaken, humans will be able to enjoy peace without having to fight monsters.

In any case, the records left behind by the Chinese certainly lived up to my expectations.

The precious information I had been longing to know, once accessible only to the most powerful, merged into me without any resistance.

“······Oh my goodness. I heard they detonated a nuclear bomb, but they didn’t even flinch when they detonated a hydrogen bomb?”

Although he was less interested than me, Cheon Yeong-jae was also shocked by the Chinese record and continued to sigh in regret.

The most shocking thing is the monster that appeared in the virtual world game “Hojeopjimong” created by Chinese people.

Although this is only a possibility, the writer of the record says that the last remaining player logged into the game in an incomprehensible manner, leaving no logs behind and everyone else dead.

For me, who loves the Internet as much as reality, such information gave me goosebumps.

The promised time passed by in an instant.

My laptop turned off by itself.

End of viewing.

“······.”

I got all the information I wanted to know.

I also found my own way of coping.

It’s not certain, but it might save all of our lives in the coming battle.

By the way, in life you always reap what you sow.

If there are good seeds, there are also bad seeds.

“I heard there was a battle between our soldiers and you in Seoul.”

As soon as I left the room, Jang Su-yeong asked me a question with a noticeably cold attitude.

“yes.”

I spoke honestly.

“Is it true that you killed several of our soldiers?”

Cheon Yeong-jae winked at me urgently, but I didn’t think it was necessary to lie in a place like this.

He nodded.

“It was inevitable.”

Jang Su-yeong, who had been looking at him with cold eyes, soon smiled faintly.

“As expected. It’s you, Professor.”

Another professor.

“As rumored, you are a person who only speaks the truth.”

Cheon Yeong-jae looked at me blankly.

“······.”

Ignored it.

Fortunately, Jang Su-yeong wasn’t even 1% interested in Cheon Yeong-jae.

Today, I want to thank God that Cheon Yeong-jae is not a favorite.

After a while, Jang Su-yeong loosened her cold attitude and asked me a question in a soft tone.

“Could you briefly explain what information you obtained there?”

Well, in some ways this might be a reasonable proposition for them.

Even if you kill me here, the dead soldiers won’t come back to life, and the supplies they desperately want will go across the water.

But that information isn’t all good for her.

I saw Jang Su-yeong’s softly shining eyes.

“This might not be a good story for you.”

Jang Su-yeong nodded with a faint smile.

“are you okay.”

I told the truth.

A series of records left on the server of Jonnae-non by a Chinese scientist who fled to Korea and worked hard to preserve it.

The story is by no means light.

In a sense, the story is about the end of humanity.

“······also.”

As expected of a Chinese person, Jang Su-yeong seemed to know the whole story to some extent.

I asked her while I was at it.

“Awake, right?”

Jang Su-yeong looked at me.

“yes.”

“I heard that Awaken is not used in China.”

“It wasn’t originally. I was there when Hunter Park received the Golden Fleece.”

“So that’s the story?”

“If it had manifested before the war, I would have probably been taken to a concentration camp.”

I guess that’s what life’s timing is all about.

A hair’s breadth determined her fate.

“Anyway, now that I know the truth, I can’t go home.”

“Hometown?”

“yes.”

Jang Su-yeong nodded and looked out the window.

A submarine was floating in the West Sea, sparkling in the sunlight.

“We are making plans to withdraw to our home country.”

“Are you speaking Chinese?”

He asked in a slightly surprised tone.

China was destroyed.

That’s monster territory.

Only one place, Hainan Island, is free from erosion, but it is the land of the true Chinese aristocracy.

Just as Jeju was, the Chinese aristocracy would not want their refuge to be defiled by their own people.

I told her.

“As you may know, mainland China has already······.”

“Yes, I know.”

Jang Su-yeong smiled sadly.

“But it’s my hometown, right?”