The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Below Black Water (12)

Ugh! Winter bows its head. The humid heat is intense. Splashing! You hear the sound of chains pouring down and the ripples crumbling, and then an enormous cargo ship plunges into unrealistic turns with a thundering sound. Joanna instinctively turns the wheel. In a short while, the speedboat tripled past the freighter, speeding up.

The passing landscape. The function of a large cargo ship in the evaporated fog was miserable. It's burning to the ground. Internal and exterior cavities revealed. You run up the inside seamlessly. It means that a powerful explosion penetrated straight through.

The sea breaks from the front. A sharp exhaust sound from the jet engine grabs the top of the speedboat.

Idiot

Winter closed its ears late at a pace. Pain in pain. Eating hearing. If it weren't for physical enhancement by combat technology, the eardrum would have been torn. Immediately thereafter, the fog in the rear, not far away, is flooded with sunlight. Bang! A thunderous tooth chases the trail of flashes.

A anti-ship missile attack....

Zinced winter sends an urgent gesture toward the cockpit. Evasive action! Evasive action! Anesthesia corrections that are constantly throbbing the spinal cord with many warnings that are hard to identify at the same time. The direction you're pointing towards is a narrow, dangerous safe zone. Every moment I barely dodged, supersonic anti-ship missiles flying directly against the surface of the sea passed by one step.

There was a shooting of artillery.

Pupperfoot!

A water column bursts out in a row. The cold tearing of the chest ripped apart in succession to the nearest darkness. Explosions that glow orange underwater and underwater. The ships that were flying side by side caused a frenzy. The dodge maneuvers that are hidden from one another are complicated, and they collide, break, and create a disaster.

It was better luck to avoid all those conflicts.

[Watch out!]

Joanna screams a single word. As I march along the broken boat and starboard side, an anchor comes up without climbing up. A lump of heavy, sharp tens of tons of iron that rocks a few meters above the waves. The winter I was experiencing was spared by the slightest difference, but the high speed boat itself did not.

Quasizic! The impact of aluminum steel being ripped out. The high-speed calibration function was lifted towards the perforation for a short while. Winter, where there was nowhere else to go, rolls down towards the bridge.

[Argh!]

Screams were heard banging and rolling through the radio receiver.

Cheers, Kuaa! The high-speed boat that barely escapes the overturning is accelerated to the current output. When the two pilots recovered their minds, they were marching in formation across the front of an advance fleet of the Old Liberation Army.

‘I see. There's no way out through the Bay Entrance. ’

Winter understood the Golden Gate situation. A full-scale battle between the People's Liberation Army trying to escape the Gulf and the U.S. Navy trying to stop it. The speedboat was now in the middle of the battlefield.

Civilian vessels here are obstacles and decoys.

Moreover, the Chinese military has nuclear torpedoes. Objects mentioned in the meeting. Did he say "Storm"? No matter which faction it belongs to, there is no guarantee it will not be fired under extreme circumstances.

Winter recaptured the machine gun mount.

“You can't go to Golden Gate! Land on the ground! North of the Golden Gate Bridge!”

Since Alcatraz is on the move, Port Baker is close to the north of the Strait. There's a wall of containers up there, so at least it'll be safe from any terrestrial variants. With these judgments, Joanna gives back a desperate cry for winter's direction.

[The radar, it's blowing!]

Winter is finally behind us. Beyond the tiny glass, Joanna and Talbot's hair are in the wind. When the stretched anchor was sewn onto the speedboat, the radar mast and the 1.5-story deck disappeared entirely. Now the only way to observe this ship is with the human eye.

“Calm down! Don't miss my cue! We don't have much time left! ”

It has a map in its head, and "Reading Method" supports it. A small port, about 3 kilometers ahead of the Philippine crew, to Horse shoe bay. Just a moment. Just a moment of bad luck and we'll be on the ground. Winter gripped and focused. Where does the next death come from?

Starboard side battalion! Starboard battalion! ”

The warning of "Survival Senses" roamed under the black waves. Nervous effects are dumb. You can't detect monsters underwater, so the reality of the threat approaching the underwater is clear.

Torpedoes!

The coming acceleration and the coming acceleration are combined, and the approaching speed is terribly fast.

It was not enough to get off the straight path. Winter called out again.

“Stop the engine! ”

I don't ask why. Johanna quickly moves her hands. Phew. A two-foot engine that instantly calms down. In an inertia swept forward, winter pressed the heavy machine gun trigger in succession. Bang, bang, bang! Bold shells protrude with the color of the burning sea. An overwhelming gunfire aimed at three of the two pairs of monsters approaching the wreckage.

Melville on the front, torpedoes on the back.

“Back to port! ”

Engine off, but inertia remains. As the rudder turns, the settling changes.

The swarming torpedoes passed 20 meters back from the high-speed foreign body.

Monsters, on the other hand, do not stop. I was going to make the three of you run away, but I guess you're familiar with heavy machine gun fire. He even approaches without hesitation, being hit by a bullet. You draw a circle that narrows down the white trajectory. The moment winter lifts the grenade launcher.

Kuaang!

A white, round echo spreads across the black sea. A torpedo exploded not far away. The target was a military vessel, but it was a large fishing boat that exploded. An enormous water column rises from the waterfall. The violent crew shrinks to a staggering height, then pours down like hail with seawater.

No more grenade shooting.

“Start the engine! ”

One shout was not enough. I can barely start it after shouting it again. A total of 970 horsepower forcefully pushed out the small hull. And boom! A player hits Melville and passes by. He was numb in the aftermath of the torpedo blast. I can feel the pain just by watching the rest of them move. I felt like I was seeing a twisting worm on a hot asphalt.

‘I hope it's permanent nerve damage……. ’

That was really bad luck. Melville for multi-sonic environmental awareness. And torpedoes that track sound sources. So even if the torpedoes chased the sea monsters, there was nothing strange about it. We even confuse whales with submarines. The speedboat would have been torn apart by the indirect effects of the explosion.

At the far rear, the battle between the fleets intensifies.

The radio is full of rough breathing. The most unfortunate of them was Joanna, the pilot. It would feel like every moment of jota was breaking my heart.

After overcoming several collision crises, the beach suddenly appeared. However, the port entrance is blocked. Several ships galloping against the barrier cast a ruinous shadow. Chasers cling to the waves while the speedboat runs alongside the collapsing wall. The Coast Guard doesn't know how to shoot a grumpy gun. The sighing was already the hunger of the plague.

[Even Fort Baker collapsed...]

The murmur of sadness was Talbot's.

“Up north! ”

Johanna silently catches a new perch. Port side, north along the rocky coast. The gunfire continues on the ground, whether or not all the troops have been wiped out. The Coast Guard, which returned to active duty after the Second War, quickly passes through.

‘What do we do? We're running out of time. ’

Time is now 03: 48. If you trust Kowalski's warning, you've only got 42 minutes left.

Of course, she just said it was a long shot.

Winter! How about landing there?]

Winter immediately recognized the direction directed by the cockpit. A short, rough beach lies beneath the rocky side that protrudes toward the sea. Approximately 80 meters from the coast road. Not far from the base, but nothing but the barometer, no troops, no mutants.

However, one lonely variant will roar back and forth from the water.

Rrrrgh!

But it does not dive into the sea. Even now, when Melville appeared, ordinary variants were afraid of the water.

“Great! If you go any higher, you're a miner! Prepare for landing! ”

Bang! A single shot from a heavy machine gun smashes the infected human's head.

A ship that finally touches land, avoiding a few reefs that put its head over the water. Cadduk. I hear a sharp scratch below, but it's good now.

Joanna and intelligence agencies step on the ground one after another under the cover of the first winter landing.

Climbing the cliff, which is 60 degrees, 20 meters high, you can see the lights of the procession running along the road among the trees. A few Humvees and a refueling vehicle. One Humvee was unaccounted for at the machine gun locus. It was more of an urgent retreat than an organized retreat.

“Looks like they're abandoning the base. I don't know where they're going. Is the command system even alive...? ”

Talbot was right about the tremor. I can't climb up here without blocking the wall. I don't know if I have anywhere else to go. However, there must have been a reason to see several vehicles headed in the same direction.

‘What was that over there? ’

Winter brings back memories of the past. When I first arrived on the Corona Triumph, I saw the scenery while I was traveling to Ferrari. A rubbish white sand beach, visible near the container wall. And the helicopter that was left between the trees. Helicopter?

Winter told the Umpired agents in the bushes.

“Looks like they're trying to escape in their helicopter. You remember Anne? The gases that were given right inside the walls. ”

Then the FBI agent is baffled.

“Didn't you say they were at the end of their gas lives? ”

“You're betting on luck. Life expectancy doesn't necessarily mean that it will fall. It's probably the best choice for now. ”

“But……. ”

She thought for a moment, but realistically there was no other way.

“Walking in a straight line from here to the west coast is more than five kilometers. It's also about seven kilometers down the hill. But there's less than 40 minutes left. It's too late to find another boat there. ”

A nuclear explosion in the entire bay will spray a massive fallout of radiation. Safe to stay at least ten kilometers from the flood. It was a meaningless pity to have made it out of Golden Gate on a speedboat to the outside of influence.

If you are addicted to radiation, you will definitely die. The helicopter's life was at stake.

Joanna agrees.

“I don't have time to waste. We should join the survivors first. ”

“Okay, Anne's in the lead. I'll take the rear this time. The rest of you, keep your eyes open. ”

It was a decision made under the impression that the outpost was more dangerous.

The distance to walk was about 800 meters. The fast-paced agents' breaths fill their jaws. None of them had full strength. Especially Joanna, who's been consumed for the last 12 hours. I usually sleep as a supervisor, so my fatigue was even worse.

Agent Talbot and Agent Tucker pick her up as she howls.

Aaaaaaah!

A crowd rushes along the coastal road, filling winter's vision. The U.S. Coast Guard, Army, and Marine Refugees were an evenly mixed group. Of course, there was a difference in velocity depending on the host's health. Winter aimed for the knees and hips of the fastest.

Boom, boom! Thunder, thunder!

The short-lived shooting was close to the speed of speech and did not miss a single shot. As a result of his determination and investment in marksmanship, Personalization Skill is now at its highest level.

Broken bridges fall at the feet of the horde that follows them. I calculated the number of warps I fell was dozens. Nevertheless, the next wave is more than that. Eventually, the tramplers die blubbering.

After securing the distance with the shooting that led to the assassination, winter catches up with the vanguard.

Artwork Reviews

Q. King Figu Cigarette: Is Joanna the last remaining conscience on earth, the icon of undisciplined humanity? Seeing refugees trying to escape from a sinking ship and suggesting that we put one of them on a small boat, I wonder if that's something you can do as a person who's lived as a special agent for years. Especially with emergency response manuals for a variety of situations, we've learned how dangerous it is to struggle to live near a group panic.

A. Well... anyone who soon learns that more than 10 million people are going to die from nuclear attacks in their country, no matter how cold an officer may be?... but I think it's rather unusual...

In situations that are consumed mentally and physically, emotional fluctuations increase, while judgments become dull.

In any situation, if it can be cold and rational, I think it's quite extraordinary.

But if it still doesn't make sense, it's just because I didn't write the novel.:)