The World of Masks

The new AMSS president, Andrei Anuprivich Sergeyev, has embarked on official business. He was handed over by Jin and spurred to transfuse his new blood within AMSS. The first thing I did for him was to meet the plague.

Seo Yoo-Hwan, the only one who has God, is positive for the UN and Andrei. He was at the heart of Andrei's vision.

'I'm not the one I like.'

A man who rebelled against the General because he didn't want to damage his comrades on the battlefield and take responsibility for it. That's the image Andrei has of the plague.

I still had to carry him. I had to. At the moment, the only thing he had in mind was a card he could move on his own. Even if the relationship to the plague fails, Andrei's AMSS dominance becomes more operative.

'Kim Jin-seok. He's really something.'

Andrei is impressed. The problem for Andrei is that Kim Jin-seok is not something that can be seen simply by admiring the presence of a third party.

AMSS was already bursting everywhere. There was a tremendous amount of work intensity due to the full return of the budget from Jin's business to the United Nations. And the biggest source of origin was Andrei himself.

'What a lot of work.'

I stared at the piles of paperwork that were full of desks. I even put the budget switching issue on the pile of President's work, so the workload was worth it. At this stage, Andrei graduated from school with Kim Jin-seok.

More importantly, AMSS President is not the only place to file paperwork. Just like we're supposed to be in a funeral right now.

'If I don't do this, I won't die on my orders.'

Among the things Kim Jin-seok did, there was also a significant amount of work that AMSS President did not need to do. He must have done something because he had no problem even thinking about such trivial matters, but Andrei is going to get hit immediately. Although there was a slight delay in less important issues, it was necessary to change the nature of AMSS itself.

But even that sigh disappeared when I met the plague. Andrei was clearly one of the most brilliant politicians.

“Nice to meet you, Seo Yoo-Hwan. ”

“Oh, yes. Nice to meet you.”

The two held hands and shook hands.

Andrei has an interpreter. Andrei was fluent in Russian, English and several other languages, but there was no Korean in it. And the only language that he could speak was Korean. Fortunately, it was possible for the pandemic to hear all languages, so it was at least a little easier to talk. However, the epidemic was a little awkward because there had never been a match with an interpreter.

The meeting was arranged at the dinner table. They tease the knife and fork. I've never met him before, and I'm not used to this place, so it didn't go well. However, the conversation was moderately sustainable, led by Andrei, the experienced.

The story did not come as serious as it was a place to build up friendship in the same boat.

As soon as the meal was over, the two of them broke up, talking enough to build up their faces. All I needed was a formal relationship, and I didn't want to build up my personal feelings.

Andrei comes back to the office feeling heavy with the need to process the paperwork, and he hears something like the Blue Ceiling Force.

“Say that again. ”

Andrei scratches her ear, saying she heard some crazy news. However, the man who made the report did not intend to revise the report.

“A superpowered prison managed by the United Nations was ambushed in Siberia. ”

Boom!

Andrei slams the desk hard. He knew about Siberia's superpowered prison. Only the worst of the superpowers. If it is true, it is not a serious situation.

“Damage?”

“Everyone inside died, including guards, caretakers, etc. However, only the prisoners disappeared. They say it's highly likely that they escaped. ”

“Was there a riot inside? ”

“I don't think so. The damage to the facility is too minor to cause a riot. ”

Andrei sighs.

Technically, this wasn't Andrei's fault. The superpowered prison was thoroughly under the command of the UN. But the superpowers there were his jurisdiction.

“What about the superpowers you sent? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

There is no answer, but I was able to understand the situation just by looking at the face of a stiff reporter.

“How was he subdued? ”

“We're investigating. I'll report the details later, but most of the bodies were so badly killed that they couldn't identify the human form. ”

The face of the viewer shrugs. Andrei's expression is not good.

“Report back as soon as you know something. ”

“I understand.”

I didn't know Andrei's impression would unfold even after the reporter left. I thought it would be difficult, but I didn't expect these troublesome things to happen from the beginning. Andrei picks up a piece of paper and picks up a pen. But the letters didn't catch my eye. Andrei grunts for a long time with the paperwork.

But Andrei's suffering is not over.

* * *

Some province in the United States. A young man was making his way up a big mountain that boasted a blue sea.

“Ha-ha-ha. ”

I took a deep breath and enjoyed the fresh air as much as I could. I had a deep satisfaction on my face.

“Ah, it's been a while since I smelled the mountain air. ”

It's a different dimension than the squishy smell of prison. All I can see is the difference from the ugly face of my sweaty colleague. This is why he felt that the fast air was good.

He was not satisfied with the current situation. I have eaten delicious food in a long time. It was not the same as the stinking rice in prison. I slept in a comfortable bed for a long time. It is not the same dimension as the uncomfortable dragonflies in prison.

'And women.'

I laughed a lot thinking about the hot nights for a few days. It was also best to see the women lying around underneath him. His penis lights up again.

'Let's finish this mission again.'

I was excited about falling into the mainland forests again. The delicious liquor and the soft flesh of a woman must be the best pleasures God has prepared for men.

Bashrack!

You carefully pull the irritating bush aside to the side.

“Found it.”

His eyes sparkle. There was something I was looking for on the hillside, slightly lower than where he was.

There was a small army. I was on a strict mission with brutal weapons laying around. And their center. I saw it.

'I've never seen it before.'

It was a portal. It was spinning slowly, showing blue light. And next to it stands the portal suppressor.

'That's the priority objective.'

He glances around slowly. A second suppressor is visible a little distance away. But it was not working, it was for backup purposes everywhere.

Those were the goals he had to eliminate.

But you can't just smash it. The large suppressor is due to the addition of a slightly stronger and wider spreading device that emits wavelengths from orihalcones and misrels. It was common sense that OryHalcon and Misrill alone had the power to suppress the portal.

That is, not only to destroy the suppressors, but also to retrieve the orihalcones and misrells within them, so that the wavelengths they emit do not touch the portal. We had to subdue those soldiers somehow in order to do that.

'If it had been the way it used to be, it wouldn't have been.'

Only a hundred soldiers are gathered. Moreover, it was surrounded by trenches and barbed wire fences, and it was set up with quite a full-scale fortification. It's not enough to target a single human.

'But not now.'

He chuckles. I put my backpack and my luggage away. His backpack was much bigger than his body. He rummages through his backpack and pulls out a bunch of things. It was a bullet strapped to a long magazine. It was mounted on one of the luggage carrying it, the heavy machine gun. Heavy-duty heavy firearms were being treated like cotton candy.

'Good.'

You point the gun at the troops and this time remove the grenade. About 20 rounds.

'There's plenty of distance.'

He and his troops are some distance away. It was because the military was building a camp and chopping down the surrounding trees to gain their sight. At least not far enough to fly a grenade with the power of an ordinary man.

But a superpower like him was a different story. Grenade delay was also a much longer privilege.

'Let's start with just ten at first.'

He pulled the safety pin on the grenade.

"Go!"

I set off a starter signal inside and started throwing grenades. The motion appears to be quite light throwing, but once the grenade leaves, it flies to the troops at a rapid rate.

Tuck!

When he holds the tenth grenade in his hand, the first flying grenade lands on enemy territory.

“Huh?"

When you hear a soldier fall, you look away. I noticed something familiar in his eyes. At least a person who has a job as a soldier shouldn't be able to recognize the object.

His face is white as a sheet. I was about to blow myself up screaming.

Boom!

A grenade explodes. A massive amount of debris is lodged in the nearby soldier. His body lies in a sea of blood.

“What the hell!”

“What happened! ”

The soldiers are furious. However, the body was moving as trained, without a second thought. But there were more grenades in a row faster than that.

Boom, boom!

“Aah!”

“Rrrrgh!”

There was groaning and screaming. But that wasn't the end of the attack.

Two, two, two!

A heavy rain of bullets pours down as you hear the noise. The soil splashes and a wave sounds. The soldier's flesh falls out and Fibono pops out. The soldiers duck in a hurry for this sudden attack. However, the attacker's position at a higher location has not been very helpful except for those hiding in the trenches.

He calms down and shoots. The superpower's high vision pierces the enemy's movements.

“Hahahahaha, the best! ”

I see insects dancing around trying to keep their lives in their hands. He felt a deep sense of accomplishment. It was as if he had become a god.

Knuckles!

He stops shooting. There were no visible survivors. Everyone's either dead or hiding behind a trench.

'Let's move.'

He wakes up. He raises his heavy machine gun in one hand and slowly climbs down the mountain. You hear a rustling sound, and a soldier gives you a faint head in the trenches. As soon as I saw him, I pointed a gun at him.

Tatattan!

A gunshot sounds. Consecutive rounds fly towards him. But he didn't look scared at all. It was as if there was no thought of being shot.

Whee!

The bullets that were flying at him bend sharply as if they were interrupted by something. It was due to a small, but strong gust in front of the mountain. The bullets fly to the wrong place at all, hitting the ground with their mourning.

Two or two!

He points a gun at the soldier who attacked him. The soldier quickly bows. Ammunition drops down around the trench, leaving dirt splattering.

He walks casually. You don't seem to have any intention of exterminating the soldiers. Occasionally, you point a heavy machine gun at the opposing soldiers and walk straight to where the restraints are. The soldiers' attack doesn't reach him a single step.

Qajik!

I put my hand in the suppressor. The appearance of the suppressor made of metal was badly distorted. He already knew where OryHalcon or Misrill went. He's got a duckling in his hand. In the meantime, the heavy machine gun has kept the soldiers at bay.

Huff!

The suppressor has stopped working.