Limit Breaker

"Heh! Are you Kurds laying 10 reinforced steel sheets on your face as a default option? What makes you think you can negotiate with me? I'm impressed."

2 days after Jin Woo captured the American military base.

Following news from Qiu, Syric sent a messenger and diplomat to take over the base.

You may think you're a diplomat about terrorists, but once they called themselves Independents, they didn't call you a negotiator, they called you a diplomat.

Of course, it's just their own name.

Anyway, after briefly registering his face as neutral in Turret to retrieve the messenger, the first thing he said to me face-to-face with him towards the barracks used in the command room was that.

However, the diplomat who knew how to make an excellent weapon, first decided it was best to silence his anger.

"Commander Syric Sirka was confused about what happened that day. The case is completely irrelevant to the nature of this case, and it is embarrassing for us as a common soldier."

"So what? There's nothing wrong with us because the general soldiers are down there. So we're holding hands again?"

The diplomat calmed his frustration by clearing his throat several times because he didn't expect him to say it directly.

"Huge……. Even though the generals were causing problems with the dictatorship, the problem was that we weren't managing it properly. So we apologize for the response and will reward you accordingly. So why don't you join us again and return to base?"

This seemed to work.

The clearing seems to think of something for a moment, but soon it shakes its head.

"My answer is no. Even if you bring me billions of euros, it won't go back to those people who've already caused trouble once. I've been away from here from time to time to try to find out what you really mean, but what guarantee do I have that this will not happen again when I leave later?"

"So this time, I'm going to escort you with a very serious and loyal elite soldier. If you feed them stimulants, they will never harm the nation enough to satisfy their own desires rather than attack you."

In the part about stimulants, a slight flicker of anxiety might have caught them off guard, but fortunately, for example, he breathed out a relief that he didn't have any special meaning.

"I'd like that."

The diplomat cheers to his heart as it leans in this direction, but the cheer grows in the next ambassador.

"But no."

"… then how can I regain my trust?"

"This base was originally built to stop one generation of Kurdish Independents. Me and my men killed them all, took them over, and smashed up the soldiers that came running from the other bases. In other words, this base is the place where we get our strength. We have our own home, and what's there to be watched over again in your hands for?"

"What do you mean, you're being watched? That's because the soldiers at that time were less willing to fight for their people. This time, the elite soldiers who will be in charge of your escort will not only protect you but also protect you……."

Pull--

Back then, Noah hurriedly returned after breaking the flow of negotiations between the diplomat and Qiu.

"My Lord! We have a transmission from Perisha, who scouted southeast! We've got a squad of Americans advancing towards us! Approximately 30 kilometers!"

Aside from Cecilia, Noah, who had the highest rank among slaves, remained in the base and was given a radio call if something special happened, and a representative from another organization came in. Instead of his usual sarcastic tone, he was tasked with giving Jinwoo the most stealthy posture and military voice.

"How big?"

"Over a hundred chariots, dozens of attack helicopters, and even a squadron of mechanized infantry?" "

At that time, Noah pauses for a moment to tell if he heard any more reports from Perisha and opens his mouth again in horror.

"… Dozens of these talents… were seen in roughly platoon level people……."

"Th-that's impossible!"

The negotiator who was there to negotiate with Qiu was blinded by the nonsense of overwhelming power.

If we're going to stand up to such an army, we have to save the advantage of the terrain, but this place is in the middle of a plain with nothing!?

"Perisha thinks they think we're Kurdish. Kurdish people are speculating that they have sent an excessive force on purpose to make sure they never set foot on Iraq again. Should we assemble everyone now?"

"... Good timing."

He smiled and headed to the workshop with his own power suit as soon as he was able to repair his original weapon and test the performance of additional armored or upgraded power suits.

"G-get rid of it! We must flee quickly!"

It's suicide to confront an army like that on a plateau like this.

The diplomat asks you to run quickly and follows behind him into the barracks you used to clean up.

I know it's a consequence, but the diplomat who stepped his head into the workshop could see the front part pushing into a fully open power suit because it would put his life at risk.

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

As the machine's soning closes, the power suit returns to what it once saw of Qiu, the diplomat is momentarily stunned and looks at it.

'Huh? But I feel like I'm getting bigger...?'

It used to be just an ordinary power suit, but now you can see it lying between the power suit and the heavy power suit.

There was an additional backpack attached to the back, and the shoulder shoulder shoulder was slightly thicker, transformed into a circular shape, and I found something stuck to the limb that I had never seen before.

Kuang!

After completing the fitting of the power suit, you take a powerful first step out of the workroom.

"Hmm……. I think the fit is getting heavier... but it doesn't matter."

Upgrading and upgrading made me heavier as I got bigger, but I couldn't even get a new foot of blood because I had physical strength anyway.

"Hey, Noah. I'm about to shoot a hot action movie. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes, to be honest, I wanted to see all the power suits you made."

Noah nods, agreeing to follow. He catches a diplomat who's puzzled by what he's trying to do and puts him in his side.

"Ugh!? W-what are you doing?!"

"Come on, I'll show you something good."

A booster was used to grab the busy diplomat, and a blue flame erupted from his back and soles and his body began to rise.

"Let's go, then!"

"Yes!"

The two men and women flew towards the direction Perisha had told them, as Noah skillfully raised his answer by using a booster together.

Puhhhhhh--!

"Aaahhhh!"

The trapped diplomat screams once at tremendous speed and twice in shock at the fact that they are flying towards the American troops, but his screaming grief chokes his mouth.

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Rrrrrrrrrrr...

Tata, Tata, Tata--

An infinite trajectory of the chariot raises the sound of dirt, and a huge army of fighter helicopters resounding with propellers is headed for the base captured by the Kurds.

The members of the mechanized infantry squadron were to escort their chariots and fend off their enemies, but there was only one target for the competent members of the military who boarded the military transport vehicle in the Men's Reach.

You must kill the person who makes the tornado.

Capturing such a competent person was almost impossible, so it was the goal of these competents to pay no attention to the possibility of capture, but only to kill them.

The two days were a time of spare for Kurdish terrorists to gather, but these talents looked at each other's hands and feet during that time and pre-agreed on the areas where each talented person would work.

Once a basic sequence is achieved, when an enemy's ability creates a tornado, all of the dynamics interfere with the dynamics that make the tornado together.

In the meantime, the other Talents were killing the enemy's Talent, but they had to kill the Talent while eliminating as many variables as possible.

This allowed them permission to take their own actions without associating with their respective units.

On the way to the base, a radio came in from a scouting humvee on the front line.

- Tsk, tsk... Hostiles detected! Number 1! Armed with dark red power suits! Over!

"Cyclone could be wearing armor! Everybody move!"

When the most qualified person shouted, other talents started to move quickly after getting out of the transport truck to see if they thought the same.

By the way, cyclones are a kind of code name that is easy to know and not know the name because the enemy is a wind-related competent person.

Skills in the military were varied, but direct physical strength was an important mission, so it was comprised of motivators to interfere with the enemy's impulsiveness, enhancers to divert their eyes or strike directly, teleporters to ambush them with instant movement, and teleporters capable of simultaneously communicating the situation to several people in any situation.

First, the body reinforcements rushed out of their chariots, rapidly moving, and their minds focused in advance, preparing to repel the enemy's abilities.

Teleporter capabilities were prepared to launch an ambush at any time while preparing a shotgun that could be used at close range and give a powerful shot.

At that time, the person who was waiting for the U.S. military alone in power suits suddenly lowered his torso slightly and flinched with his focus, but an attack completely different from what they expected.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Suddenly, a backpack of power suits opens up and creates a white cloud with dozens of small missiles flying into the sky.

Shhhhh!

The missile, which was hurtling up into the sky, suddenly flew towards the chariots and attack helicopters, and some of the fastest body reinforcements were caught in the explosion.

Kukwakwakwakwakwabang!

"Shhh!"

The chariots that were hit by the missile bombing exploded again without surviving the impact, and several helicopters were hit by the chariots and soldiers at the crash site.

With a loud explosion, dozens of chariots and attack helicopters were shot down in an instant, as well as physical enhancers and soldiers.

- The enemy is not cyclone! Everyone move in zigzags and approach the enemy! -

At that time, the telepathic powers relayed the message to the physical enhancers.

When attacking enemies with power suits, they move zigzagging and avoid ranged attacks, so the body reinforcers who penetrate the fire barrier created by the destruction of their chariots move quickly in the shape of Zs.

However, the man in the power suit held out his back, raising his arms as he ran forward.

Heave-ho!

At that moment, as the outer edge of the back of the arm descended like a slider, countless of the beads mounted therein glistened in the sun, revealing their existence.

"Blood……!"

Tuquang!

The closest physical enhancer who saw him tried to tell him to avoid it, but at the same time as he opened his mouth, with the sound of gunpowder exploding, small chains protruding from all sides were more important.

Tsuppernerpuck!

"……!"

The beads on the back of the arm, Claymore (which is said to be true for Cremoia and Cremore all), penetrated the bodies of all the body strengtheners, as opposed to the usual claymore with a kill radius of up to 50 meters, while claymore in power suits flew up to 100 meters.

"Rrrrgh... Rrrrgh!"

"W-why!"

Those who were near were literally mopped up and became corpses, spilling blood into the hole, and as the beads spread widely, they were far away. Those who had pierced the beads 3-4 times in their bodies or arms and legs were still hollering in agony.

Specifically, this one at the 100m boundary, who had already weakened as Claymore's bead pierced his shoulder, screamed but could not conceal his question.

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Now we're going to come out armed and ready.

I didn't use it because I didn't have the time to spare. Surprisingly, the weapons are loyal.