Hiding a House in the Apocalypse

Vrrrrrr—

The sharp hum of a drone’s flight filled the air.

This one was different from the last.

Faster. Deadlier. The speed alone carried a lethal sense of urgency.

“What the hell is that?”

“A blade-type suicide drone.”

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Clang!

The netting rattled violently.

At its edge, a drone the size of a forearm, with blades resembling a knife, thrashed about like a freshly caught fish.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. The drone exploded.

A shockwave followed, sending dust and dirt swirling inside the building.

“Damn it.”

Ha Tae-hoon spat, a glob of dust-laden spit hitting the ground.

“QBX-22. Looks like the suicide drone carrier has finally mobilized.”

“How many drones are on board?”

“It can carry up to 32 suicide drones.”

“That’s not good news.”

“This net won’t hold up forever, either.”

Ha Tae-hoon grimly examined the torn-up golf course netting, now riddled with gaping holes.

“We need to drag Bai Tou up here. Use him as a shield and try to negotiate again.”

Dragging the limp form of Bai Tou upstairs, the first order of business was securing him.

You could never be too careful with a living weapon like him. There was no telling what he'd do once he woke up.

Tying his hands and feet with rope, I secured him tightly to a pillar.

“Get on the Chinese military’s common frequency. Tell them we’ve got Bai Tou.”

Ha Tae-hoon nodded and spoke into the radio in Chinese.

But there was no response.

He repeated the message, making it clear that Bai Tou was our hostage, demanding they halt the attack in exchange.

Still, no response.

That silence meant only one thing.

Ha Tae-hoon’s face hardened.

“They don’t plan on letting us go.”

“Well… we did kill a lot of them.”

Cheon Young-jae had taken down five more.

That meant 25% of their deployed forces were gone.