Chapter 129 - Chapter 112: A Story of Watch Me, Cat's Eye
Multiple muzzle flashes flickered in the darkness, and the nasty sound of bullets piercing the body of the wagon he used as a shield echoed. He couldn't allow the car, which was his means of transport and loaded with important weapons, ammunition, and supplies, to be destroyed. The boy ran toward a truck left nearby while purposely leaving the flashlight lit to stand out. Bullets rushed as if chasing after the boy, and bullet holes were pierced in a line on the ground.
Unconsciously, the boy was distinguishing the gunshots and grasping how many opponents there were and what kind of weapons they were equipped with. The gunshots he could hear were mostly those of revolver handguns for police, hunting rifles, and shotguns. However, only one gun was making a gunshot different from the others. That gunshot, which he had been hearing many times in succession since a while ago, seems like that of a small-caliber automatic rifle.
Troublesome, the boy thought as if it were someone else's business. If the enemy is equipped with a JSDF or US military automatic rifle, his chances of winning would drop significantly. Unlike a hunting rifle, an automatic rifle can be loaded with as many as thirty bullets, and more than anything, it can fire in succession. The police submachine gun the boy holds can also fire in succession, but the power is on a different level.
More than anything, the opponent has a different number of shooters. Judging from the number of muzzle flashes and gunshots he heard, the enemies are approximately ten people. Every one of them has a gun. He doesn't know from where they gathered those firearms, but if he is approached while a barrage is being laid, the boy has no means to handle it. In such a case, it's a matter of escaping quickly, but that is also difficult. Unlike the infected, the opponents are humans with intelligence.
If so, he would have no choice but to either kill all the opponents in return or give them terror to make them think they will never lay hands on him again. Perhaps thinking they cornered the boy, multiple flashlights were lit, illuminating the truck the boy hid in. Rounding from the truck's bed toward the driver's seat, the boy aimed the rifle he had brought out from the wagon. Then, through the driver's seat window glass, he fired toward the light source of the flashlights.
For a 7.62mm bullet that penetrates even iron plates, car window glass was an existence equivalent to paper. The bullets that penetrated while shattering the window glass assaulted the men illuminating the bed of the truck where the boy was hidden until just now with lights. The men who were aiming flashlights and guns from the shadow of a light van hurriedly ducked their heads at the bullets that suddenly flew from a different direction. At the same time, the voice "Turn off the lights!" was heard, and perhaps realizing they were being targeted, the flashlight lights were turned off one after another and the surroundings were engulfed in darkness again.
Apparently, the opponents are a group that hasn't accumulated much combat experience. The boy judged so from the enemy's movements. If the opponents were a group with abundant combat experience against humans, while laying a barrage to make the boy unable to move, several people would have moved to a position where they could surely finish him and added an attack. But they didn't do so, or the fact that they were counterattacked before they could do so means the opponents are not just people who are trained or have abundant combat experience.
If so, a chance of victory can be seen. Fortunately, the moon remained hidden beyond the clouds, and the entire area was engulfed in darkness. In a situation where streetlights are off and the light of headlights of passing cars doesn't exist, if there is no light from the moon or stars, a darkness where one cannot see even 10 meters ahead is spreading outside. Probably the group that attacked the boy came all the way here relying on the moonlight that was showing its face from time to time. But now the moon is hidden beyond thick clouds, and they have also turned off the lights.
The enemies seem to have confidence in action in the darkness, although they have no combat experience. Then, he will just stand superior to the opponent by using the tools of civilization.
The boy hung the submachine gun on his back with a sling and instead turned on the laser sight and flashlight attached to the rifle via the mount rail. Invisible light through an infrared filter cleared the darkness inside the night vision device, and an infrared laser was indicating the rifle's aim. Since both are invisible light, the opponent cannot see them unless they also have an infrared night vision device.
It is a hassle that he cannot aim by directly peering into the scope because he is wearing the night vision device with a headband, but the merit of being able to clearly see the enemy's figure even in the darkness is large. Immediately, the boy visually confirmed through the night vision device a human figure peering at the surroundings while leaning out from the shadow of a trailer. That human figure is surely desperately straining their eyes in the darkness, trying to find out where the boy is. The boy overlapped the light point of the laser sight on that human figure's chest and pulled the trigger twice.
The two 7.62mm bullets fired along with gunshots that vibrated in his abdomen pierced the human figure's flank and chest. Without even being able to check the enemy figure that collapsed onto the ground without even raising a scream, bullets fly along with the shout "Over there!". If a gun is fired, naturally a muzzle flash appears. The enemies were also trying to grasp the boy's location from the position of the muzzle flash.
Lowering his posture, the boy changed his position. If he continues to fire from the same place, there is no meaning in attacking while blending into the darkness. If he doesn't change his position every time he fires once, the enemies will immediately swarm.
Though, perhaps because the opponents are aware of that, the gunfire stopped immediately. Instead, the voice "Don't move from that spot, watch the surroundings!" was heard. The boy moved while trying not to make noise as much as possible and hid in the shadow of plastic pallets piled up in the parking lot. Then he aimed at another human figure and fired in the same way.
Another person fell, and counterattack bullets fly again, but by that time he had left the pallets. The enemies seemed to have become completely terrified of the bullets flying from the darkness and wouldn't expose their faces or bodies from behind objects. From the boy's position, there were no enemy figures he could aim at, and inevitably he had to approach and fight.
The boy headed toward the nearest enemy figure he could see through the night vision device. The moon was still hidden beyond the clouds. Now, the boy had completely made the darkness his ally.
Behind the opposite side of the container of one of the many trucks left in the parking lot, a single man was leaning against the truck while cradling a bolt-action rifle. Whether the something he was muttering was an abuse toward the boy or a voice seeking salvation from God.
Either was fine. The boy hung the rifle in front of his body with a sling and instead pulled out a knife. Then he approached the man from behind slowly as he was. The man trembling in terror was facing the opposite direction from the boy and didn't seem to even notice that the boy was behind him.
The clothing was a jumper and jeans, a rough outfit. This also might be to identify friend or foe, as some cloth was wrapped around the arm. He would know what color it was if he removed the night vision device, but it was something that didn't matter now.
No bulletproof or stab-proof equipment was seen. The boy extended both hands toward the man from behind. He blocked the mouth with his left hand and, borrowing the momentum of pulling him this way, thrust the knife gripped in his right hand into the man's back with all his might. The knife blade easily pierced the man's body.
The blade thrust through the gap in the ribs pierced the lung as it was. He felt the sign of the man's body trembling in his left hand, but the boy didn't mind and twisted the handle of the gripped knife left and right. The man whose lung wound became large and who became dyspneic collapsed onto the ground without even uttering a word. The man opened his mouth like a landed fish and was trying to somehow take oxygen into his lungs with shallow breaths. However, that breathing also stopped immediately, and the man stopped moving.
The warm sensation of blood was transmitted to the hand that gripped the knife. However, the boy lightly kicked the fallen man to confirm he had completely stopped moving, and then started moving toward the next enemy without even a glance at that corpse.
Next, a youth about a little older than himself was the boy's new target. The youth was gripping a revolver handgun with both hands and was shaking his face left and right while exhaling rough breaths. That there was the color of terror clearly floating on that face was clearly understood even in the green vision of the night vision device.
As expected, he cannot approach carelessly this time. The youth is looking around like crazy, confirming if there is anyone trying to approach him. It won't go like earlier, approaching from behind and a single thrust with a knife. On the other hand, if he uses a gun, he would lose the meaning of having made the darkness his ally.
The boy picked up a fist-sized stone that had fallen in a nearby place. Then, aiming, he threw it with all his might toward the youth's head. He had no confidence at all in pitching in physical education baseball, but it went well this time. The thrown stone drew a beautiful trajectory and made a clean hit on the youth's temple.
"Ga...!?"
In the darkness, a small groan rises. Confirming that the figure of the youth who held his head staggered, the boy pulled out a tomahawk from the holster and rushed all at once. Then he swung down the brandished axe toward the youth's head with all his might.
The axe blade lightly severed the youth's fingers that were covering his head and even penetrated the skull, thrusting deeply into the top of the head. From the handle of the axe, the nasty sensation of something hard breaking was transmitted. A groan like a crushed frog "Ge...!" rose, and the youth's body convulsed greatly once.
When he lifted the axe, the youth's head lifted slightly as a set, and at the same time as the blade was pulled out, that body collapsed onto the ground. However, without being careless, the boy swung down the axe toward that head once more. Along with a baki sound and a gusha sound of something being crushed, the youth's face literally distorted greatly.
That the youth had died long ago was clear no matter from where or how one looked. The skull that received the axe blade twice was greatly cracked, and the shape of the face itself had distorted. The eyes were half-popping out, and the tongue was slovenly spilling from the mouth. Streaks of blood were flowing from the ears and nose, and a pulpy lump was peeking from the wound on the top of the head.
Looking at that miserable corpse, the boy abruptly realized that he had killed a human. Until now, when he fought against humans, he had used guns for almost everything. When he fought against the infected, he also used axes and knives, but there are only once or twice that he killed a human with those weapons.
Even if a gun is fired, what remains later is only the sensation of having pulled the trigger. But with a bladed weapon, the sensation of having killed a human is directly transmitted to the hand. The sensation of the blade cutting through meat, severing muscle, and breaking bone can be vividly tasted.
I am killing a human right now. In the right hand that gripped the axe, the sensation of having smashed the youth's skull still remained.