Limit Breaker

Tak!

As he makes his way back and forth between the buildings, Max reaches out his head carefully to the noise coming from below.

Boom! Boom! Puck!

At first glance, gangsters with rough looks and tattoos were beating up the Chinese as ordinary residents.

'It's blocking people from coming this way.'

This is the fourth time already.

They were extorting money, assaulting people at random, or using violence to stop gangsters from coming, spreading out widely and heading southwest.

'Why aren't the police moving when they're acting all suspicious?'

If this were the United States, these suspicious acts would be reported all at once to drive police action.

However, even though those gangsters are occupying the streets, at least those who have been beaten or robbed don't seem to have the slightest chance of coming by the police.

'The answer is one of two things. Or pretend they don't know what they're doing.'

The fang thugs chase him out, beating the civilian who came this way with such misfortune.

"Get lost!"

"If you come back here, you're dead meat!"

The bruised civilian runs away, not even looking back as he spills his nose.

Fortunately, Max breathed a sigh of relief as he was traveling on the roof of the building, and he found a abandoned factory about 200 meters above the packing road after the civilians disappeared.

'Maybe we should get a little closer.'

As he becomes a cyborg, two of his abilities are to expand his vision like a telescope and see human body temperature beyond the wall through a thermal imaging device.

It was only about 30 meters away, so we didn't know if people were really trapped in a abandoned factory here.

However, there were trees and untidy bushes around the road, so he landed quietly where there were no watchers, hiding in the trees and bushes, and headed to the Abandoned Factory.

Since there is a high fence to prevent external intrusions, I could not figure out where warehouse # 4 is.

I looked around the fence of the factory for a long time, except for the main entrance direction, in order to find a place where I could check the situation inside.

There was no back door, just a fence or a back door, but there was no room to sneak in.

'Then you have to jump and pass...' '

He's had cyborg surgery, so he can jump lightly and move about this high.

However, the problem arises if you quickly enter and are discovered.

'Let's check the situation beyond the barrier with the thermal imaging device.'

Kieing - Chalk-

As the machine made a small noise, I noticed dozens of human heat sources walking around with guns in Max's sights, and I could see dozens of people sitting in one corner with their arms and legs tied together.

It really was a trafficking ring! '

When I came here, I had no more reason to check on the situation.

Max, who decided he couldn't wait any longer, lowered his posture to jump toward the warehouse building above the fence, and showed the power of jumping that he couldn't even dream of for an ordinary person who wasn't fast enough.

Tak! Tak!

Max, who jumped off the ground and flew over the wall and lightly jumped back onto the wall and climbed over a warehouse with a 'bleak' shaped roof, lowered his body as much as possible using the property of the roof of the building and moved out of the field of view of the Triad tissue as much as possible through the thermal field of view.

In fact, I have a lot of experience with counter-terrorism, so it is more important to check the terrain in the factory to ensure that there is no enemy force, that this is an advantageous location when fighting occurs, and that the hostages are safe.

'I thought you said you were transporting people in freight cars. We'd better get this over with before the freighter arrives.'

I took a vacation, but the weapons inside the cyborgs are substantial.

Cock-

However, the weapon used this time was very small.

The first joint of the right index finger opens like a lid, revealing a small hole.

A self-noise pistol embedded in the finger, the whole palm of the hand functions as a pistol, and the index finger is a gun.

Considering its small size, it should be used as a melee, but this is the only way to silence the enemy from receiving reinforcements.

'Enemy numbers approximately 7. Among them, those with 1 to 2 levels of physical strength are 3. The rest are just regular members.'

In the United States, we are developing guided missiles that follow the wavelengths of these abilities, but Max is also equipped with a prototype of an ability radar that can determine the magnitude and type of force through the wavelengths of these capabilities.

Three low-grade body-boosters and four regular members, thanks to you.

This can be solved by a frontal battle, but as I explained above, the problem with enemy soldiers arriving or using hostages increases, so we began to devise ways to reduce the number of enemies as much as possible.

At that time, one Triad member was found falling separately into Max's pyrexic field of view.

He's probably trying to take a piss, but he's got a little trouble getting to the bathroom, so he's probably trying to fit it up against the wall.

Opportunity!

As he finds a way to deal with his enemies as quietly as possible, he climbs over the ceiling of the storehouse in a cautious line and approaches a Triad member who moves toward the corner wall.

A member of the Triad, wearing a bulletproof vest and comfortable jeans, was zipping down one shoulder, stretching the strap of the AK family's gun.

Skin heads with patterned head tattoos and members of a sharp but contemptible impression began to pee with a cigarette in their mouth.

Choo-choo--

Once carefully aimed at the member's head with his index finger on the rooftop of the Storage, Max started speaking to him at this moment.

"It's not like the enemy's coming. Aren't you bored?"

"That's right. The ends on the outside... Huh?"

There's no history of someone attacking here so far, so the group member unconsciously expressed a frustrated voice when he first heard it, then leaned his head up to the voice coming from above...

Heave! Heave!

Fluffy...

... The moment I tried, the hole in my forehead was pierced and I was helpless.

Max, who landed sparingly on the ground, started clearing his throat after stockpiling his guns and ammo in the worst case scenario.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Max's voice repeating only the words, "Yes," changed sharply like an acoustic regulator.

Not at the level of vocal mimicry, but really at the machine level, as the tone of the voice went up or down, it became someone else's.

Max was able to change the tone of his voice in this way, having a mechanical vocal cord to replace the vocal cord that was damaged by the explosion while being cyborg.

Thanks to this, I occasionally played a silly joke with my subordinates using this technique.

'I didn't think it would come to this.'

He crossed a dangerous line to check his opponent's voice and continued to recite the word 'yes' to find the voice of the Triad member he killed.

"That's right. This voice."

Finally, Max, who found the voice frequency of an Interpol member, thought that he would not be easily spotted unless he had one of them who was slightly unstable.

'In time, someone will come to check this way.'

I thought so and continued to be alert to the heat vision.

Shortly after, I couldn't see a member of the tissue that had gone to pee, and I saw another member coming this way.

'A Grade 2 Body Strengthener.'

After confirming that he was a second-grade, body-enhanced member through the type and size of the wavelength, Max hid behind the wall and grabbed the arm of the corpse he had erected to deflect his opponent's boundaries.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Come here for a second. Here's the weird thing."

"Ang?"

The group member of the Second Degree Enhanced Triad came at me with an annoying look as if to ask them to come here outside the 800,000 wall.

"Who's he talking to now? You want to die?"

Perhaps the position over there was higher than the first member of the organization that killed him, and a second-degree body reinforcement member shrugged his gun in his shoulders and came into the wall bent to 'mm'.

Tuck!

"!?"

Phew!

At that moment, Max suddenly rushed from a distance, choking his mouth with one hand and stabbing his neck with an alloy knife protruding from above the back of his right hand.

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

Since he knows better than anyone who survived the devastating explosion that the human life force is persistent, the man who attacked him with a knife in a row, was dealt with by cutting his throat for the last time.

'You're not used to pain.'

The Triad members did not take a proper counter to the sudden pain.

I don't know if I've learned martial arts or not, but I don't think I've ever encountered pain or violence that could put my life at risk.

He punched his abdomen with a few punches, but Max became a cyborg only to the extent that his synthetic skin exploded.

'That leaves five.'

You don't even know the basics of tactics, cut them apart from each other, and you don't see the willingness to smoke and be vigilant.

Two of them were playing cards, seated at the entrance of the warehouse where the hostages were trapped.

With the two disappearing, he was able to monitor his opponents' movements with a punctured line of sight, and Max's experience in numerous counter-terrorism battles began with a wide range of triad members in the far corner.

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"Pokard!"

"Oh, fuck!"

"Kahahaha! Idiot!"

The two Triad members, who were busy playing cards and making money, voiced their crossed voices.

Flip Through -

It is almost invincible because there is very little chance that the full house will rise in poker.

Above it are Pokard and Royal Straight Flush, but the members of the Full House who thought it was a winning battle because of their paddles that were harder than Full House's, tossed their own pockets as they uttered a curse.

"Hey! Someone lend me some money!"

…….

Eventually, the group member who was trying to ride the tree that was destroyed by a typical gambling, wanting to borrow money from someone because he had no money in his pocket, revealed his dirty temper when no one answered.

"Hey! Let me borrow some money!"

"Kkakkak! Who will lend you money? You can't even repay me properly!"

The desire to punch him in the face after he had won all his money, but he had to recover all his lost money because it was difficult to recover the money.

"Someone lend me some money!"

…….

But echoes with no answer again.

Then the two members felt something strange and tilted their heads.

"Huh? Where is everyone?"

"I still have time for my shift."

Something doesn't feel right.

Choo-choo-choo

The two members of the organization were about to rise up with AK guns placed close by.

Shhh!

Kwazna!

Max, who jumped over their heads, sticks his sword protruding from above their wrists into the headaches of two members.

The last time two members of the group who had been stabbed in the head without screaming were killed, he reopened the storeroom doors they were guarding.

"This……!"

Max frowns without even knowing it.

There were dozens of women with arms and legs tied up in the warehouse because they could not see any flutter in their eyes as they looked up at themselves.

No anger, no happiness, no joy, no sadness.

Max's expression distorts with the look of her helpless eyes, and the smell of dark nightflowers and semen flowing between the legs of some women.

They were all so addicted to drugs that they lost most of their reason, and they were just after the Triad had "used" some women.

Needless to say, Max ignored the voice beyond the phone that identifies himself by dialing 110 (Chinese Public Security Police) and explaining in detail the address and location of this place, as well as the warehouse number where people were held.

'It doesn't make sense if the police don't come.'

Fortunately, the Chinese government's psycho methodologies were able to handle everything quietly, but soon they realized that a major diplomatic problem could arise.

However, Max, who was confident that he would not regret being dragged to a military legal meeting and sentenced to imprisonment, would suddenly hide on the roof of a warehouse building listening to the loud engine sounds of a giant freight car coming out.

Booooooo--!

A freight car that is never seen as a police car.

At first glance, he intuited that his willingness to drive quietly had something to do with the report he made to the police.

"Tsk. As soon as you call the police, you look like this. The power of this country is rotten. '

Max breathed heavily, expecting a fairly high probability that the police had contacted Triad members first.

"I wanted to end it quietly, but you won't let me."

As he extends his left arm, he aims for a freight car that is about to enter the front door of the Abandoned Factory, and grabs and holds the forearm of his left arm with his right arm.

Heave-ho!

Under your left arm, the synthetic skin spreads to the left and to the right, revealing a space for your fist to enter, and a small missile lodged under the fixture pops out.

Puhhhhhhh!

A small missile flew towards the freight car with a white tail, and the driver of the freight car turned the handle in a hurry to look at it, but the freight car could not have easily turned around and avoided it.

Kuaaaaang!

A small missile explodes considerably and the body of the freight car rots up and down, and the container in which the freight car was loaded is bent sideways.

Urrgh...

At that time, Max quickly took a gun and ammunition from two triad members who had fallen to the entrance of the warehouse, and shot indiscriminately at the group members who had escaped out of the container, confirming that the containers were not locked.

Tuta ta ta ta ta ta ta...!

His marksmanship to control the recoil with cyborg grip, using guns in both hands like Rambo, prevented the Triad members from leaping forward and hiding behind the containers, rushing to the abandoned plant to dispose of the evidence.

Whew! Whew!

Soon after hearing the sound of a police car, Max quickly drops his gun and runs over the wall, barricading the Triad members from coming inside the Abandoned Factory, hurrying toward the main street.

'That should do it.'

It is a lie to think about what you have done and not be afraid of the future.

However, I felt proud that I saved someone's family, someone's lover, and saved a lot of people's lives, so I could face a military trial with a smile and accept the sentence.

'His girlfriend and sister will return.'

Although the acts of Jinwoo and the god of the Southern Palace were false, the information that Perisha had confirmed the Triad's movements was true, so Max, who had not even thought of Jinwoo fooling himself, decided to enjoy his last vacation while heading towards the main street.

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'Jin Woo is Korean. Why would Max recognize him as Chinese?' I'll give you an answer in advance in case there's a ripple.

Just as we don't distinguish between French, British and American by appearance, they don't distinguish between Japanese, Chinese and Korean.

If you ask a Korean person in the first place if they don't know Chinese, why don't they know their own language?