Léon: The Cat Killer

Really?

Medic didn't find it very credible.

Most importantly, through the observation of the Rhodes Island crew by Dulin using a professional camera modified onto the tactical equipment of Tactical Equipment No. 5, and the photos taken by Rosemary through the equipment, including the photos of the Shield Guards and others who seemed to be waiting on the roof of the exploration vehicle, there was no information mutation that prevented them from seeing their faces or even showed their limbs.

Therefore, there must be something wrong with the people who set up the checkpoint.

"How about I go and talk to them?"

Shaking his head to stop Frostnova from making a suggestion that would only cause her trouble, Medic gestured for the combat personnel to disembark. As Hoshino, understanding the signal, began installing the extended chainsaw, Medic then spoke to Razer and Franka:

“Go check behind the barricades… then come back… if everything is fine, then Frostnova and I will talk to them… about the contamination on their bodies and how to treat it.”

……

"That's what the boss said..."

After exchanging a glance with her partner, Franka, feeling there was nothing wrong, smiled and said:

"Can we go over and take a look?"

"Sure, we said you can pass any checkpoint."

After watching the Reunion Movement members leave, they ignored the two and went back to sit by the campfire. Razer and Franka shrugged.

"...It really is 'casual'..."

"Stop reminiscing... Medic, this is Razer, we've crossed the roadblock... These are spikes for small vehicles, they look like they were handmade from scrap metal..."

[Is there anything noteworthy on either side of the road?]

"We're going over bushes... um... there's metal under the snow..."

Razer tried wiping it with the sole of his boot, then frowned and said:

"It looks like... a car door that was removed?"

"The parts that feel underfoot in the distance are all vehicle parts... but they seem to have been dismantled very meticulously... doors, frames, axles are scattered everywhere... Medic, at this rate, it may take us a long time to confirm the condition of this area."

"...Reinforcements are on their way. Hold your ground."

Although they didn't know what "Medic" meant, their tactical awareness allowed them to quickly grasp each other's hands and kneel down on one knee to stabilize themselves as much as possible.

Then, with a thunderous roar, a gust of wind swept across the road.

Franka, with the help of the swordsman's dynamic vision, could barely make out that it was a tactical unit next to her little princess.

"Wow~ This support... is pretty exciting... Razer? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Even though she had already gotten up, her partner seemed not to react. It was only after Franka turned around that she realized, as if speechless, why her partner, who was so rigid that his brain was made of wood fibers, had not reported it immediately.

"Uh, Medic?"

"I see it, Razer, stop spacing out, come back with Franka..."

"……Um."

She responded softly and then nodded. Razer thought she had seen many disgusting scenes, and she could even work in the sewers without flinching... However, looking at the steel graveyard with faces everywhere, and the snow being torn away in the distance, with white flesh piled up like food or props, Razer still couldn't suppress the feeling of nausea in her heart.

"Franka left, these guys are fucking weird..."

"Well, we knew something was off about them, but we didn't expect them to be this weird... Even with Rosemary's large-scale tactical unit diving down on these guys, they didn't react at all..."

Before she could finish speaking, as the campfire at the outpost came into view again, Franka suddenly froze on the spot.

In Franka's view, the once white sky, the white snowfield, the white coats of the Reunion Movement... it seemed that the white of the entire world had suddenly turned black...

But the darkness did not engulf everything; Franka could still see the land clearly. After all, she had seen the 'overlapping image' before she set off... Yes, it seemed as if the whole world had become an overlapping image.

Ignoring the raging black flames, and as the contrasting, integrated movement limbs twisted and flickered toward her, Franka could no longer maintain her smile.

"Are you leaving?"

"You cannot leave."

"No one can leave from here."

"The order was given in this way."

As the black humanoid revealed his face to Franka, looking at the 'round' head that resembled a black hole, outlined only by white light, from which black flames like those of a campfire emerged, Franka instinctively drew her sword.

"...Franka! Franka, are you awake?! Franka!"

Franka-senpai suddenly started attacking that Reunion member.

"I can see... Razer? Razer, are you alright?"

[I'm fine, but Franka... um... it's contamination, my vision went black... Franka suddenly rushed over...]

"Franka doesn't seem to hear me. What are the pollution levels in your field of vision?"

[...Everywhere...the sky turned black, the snow was all black, the flames were black...oh, superimposed images...the world I see is like a superimposed image! Franka, don't go near!]

Watching the fox struggling in the distance, held by Razer's hand, still trying to attack the Reunion member, but even though Franka was acting strangely as she drew her weapon and screamed, the Reunion member still approached unhurriedly... Medic immediately made a judgment.

"Jessica fires a warning shot! If Reunion doesn't react, then fire at non-lethal areas! Razer, keep Franka away from the source of contamination. Once Blaze arrives, close your eyes and ignore everything!"

Feeling the Originium Arts of Huang beside him boiling over, Medic looked at the Reunion members who had ignored the Rosemary Tactical Unit and were now ignoring Jessica's warning shots... and glanced at Frostnova beside him.

"...There's no other way. Jessica, fire! Blaze, go and bring our comrades back!"

"OK~ I'm going!"

As the large cat beside him burst into the battlefield with a blast of heat, Rosemary's voice suddenly reached Medic's ears:

[Medic sister... Fuelin alien jiusi guilt dam Lanka she...]

Medic had been pondering what the contamination was, and why nothing happened when they went there, but suddenly Franka and Razer were in a state of severe contamination... Cat's cry almost made Medic suspect that he had also been contaminated long ago, and that what he had seen was actually an illusion presented to him by the 'unspeakable thing'.

But soon, Medic discovered that, regardless of whether it was true or not, what she needed was the absolute trust of her partners and the ability to 'observe reality' based on the doubled resistance of the consciousness chain to pollution.

Transforming tangible pollution into intangible pollution essentially only requires a complete eradication.

"Little cat... just follow my instructions. Don't look around or care about what's happening on the battlefield... I'll adjust the spell parameters for you, but if our vision is contaminated, we might end up like Franka, only able to see contamination... Little cat, do you remember?"

[...We...use eyes connected by blood...]

Nodding, Medic was somewhat surprised. He had been feeling anxious after Jessica's gunshot... but with the kitten's soft voice and seeing Huang's expression as if he were being chased by something terrifying, all that remained in Medic's heart was a calm desire to laugh.

Perhaps I should extract these combat records and let them see for themselves how ridiculous they were during the contamination?

No... that would be too malicious... Medic's character should be a gentle mother.

Thinking this, Medic apologized to Frostnova, who was standing helplessly to the side. Just as the white rabbit was still wondering, Medic used his hands to draw a square... which perfectly encompassed the strange Luca camp.

As the black-haired girl made the same strange move, the Reunion Movement, which had previously leisurely watched Huang take the two away, seemed to have also sensed something.

Just before his head slowly melted in Medic's field of vision and began to burn with black flames, Medic's 'ritual' was completed first.

“Crush them.”

【as you wish. 】

Immediately afterwards, a crimson meteor fell from the sky.

The black flames, which had just begun to ignite in Medic's eyes, were immediately extinguished.

Looking at the square sinkhole in front of him, Medic knew that the Ursus Earthquake Bureau was probably about to start exploring some more unsolved mysteries.

But Medic didn't have time to think about whether he should apologize for causing trouble for the earthquake detectors on this land... After confirming that the black flames in his eyes had dissipated and that the world was not polluted or deformed, Medic then summoned Rosemary to appear near him.

Then, the thought chain was connected at its strongest... Medic instantly saw what Franka saw.

That was the... dark world that had begun to return to normal.

……

“Hmm, it seems that physically crushing the attached substances can indeed reduce the impact of pollution on the consciousness level... But, I'm still sorry, Franka... I seem to be late.”

Franka hesitated for a moment as Medic extended his hand towards her before finally taking it:

"Um...so, what I'm seeing now is real? Or an illusion?"

"You're still dreaming, wake up!"

……

As Franka, surrounded by onlookers, suddenly opened her eyes as if a drowning person had regained their breath, Liskarm, holding a shield beside her, asked fiercely:

"You filthy fox! Tell me, who's the person in the picture on the shooting target in your room?!"

"Uh...huh? My shooting target...no, isn't your room my room? Isn't the shooting target in my room yours to use? The picture on it...isn't it always me? You shoot it when you're unhappy...Lady Franka, I don't care about such trivial matters~Razer, do whatever makes you happy..."

"Franka!"

Feeling the immense pressure of the shield and her body crashing down on her, Franka frantically patted Liskarm's back... but Liskarm, with a sob in its voice, only called Franka's name... she was even putting more force into it.

Against the backdrop of Huang's raucous laughter, which he probably learned from Warfarin, and Jessica's cheers, Medic stroked the obedient kitten beside him, then looked at Frostnova: Wife

"I'm sorry... but... I think they're beyond saving."

"No...it's okay, I saw it too...the last one..."

The white rabbit hesitated for a moment, but then finished recounting the last thing she saw: a shirt.

"My people...were consumed by black flames...were they?"

"...The flames might just be a symbol of 'activation'...If I had to describe it...he might just have been swallowed by 'blackness'...But what I care about more is this...cemetery."

Following Medic's gaze, he looked at the distant pile of garbage where the snow had been lifted... wreckage of vehicles, frozen human corpses, clothing and luggage neatly piled into small mountains... This was clearly not a natural accumulation, or a shape that could be randomly arranged... Such a neat scene, almost obsessive-compulsive, only made Medic feel disgusted.

"Tell me, who exactly 'ordered' him to set up a checkpoint here?" X

Without forcing Frostnova to answer, Medic continued: Qi

"Once this is clarified, the source of the pollution... and even the origin of the suffering of those infected in this area... will likely be determined."

"...You already have someone you suspect, don't you?"

Seeing that Medic didn't seem to be denying it, Frostnova gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and asked: )

"Who...who...did such a cruel, even blasphemous, manipulation of my compatriots..."

"...'Pollution'...if it's not a pristine sample from the far north snowfields...then its origin, most likely, probably...can only be those guys..."

After touching the No. 5 tactical unit, which had been modified to have optical observation capabilities, Medic summoned Cole and had him operate the device to shoot into the sky.

Although it was just a spur-of-the-moment, large-scale observation, thanks to his experience, Medic quickly spotted the black flashing point looking in his direction from thirty kilometers away using the Originium Dust Overlay Camera mode.

Switching back to a regular optical lens reveals the Ursus officer-style overcoat, barely visible, disappearing between the lens and the static.

"...The Emperor's Blade...Are you truly driven mad, or...are you deliberately spreading these things?"

Medic touched the gun grip in the leg holster inside her skirt pocket and pursed her lips:

"I'm a little curious."

P.S.: Were the Imperial Guards absolutely loyal? That's a question for the Roman legion commanders to answer... After all, after trying to influence the succession to the throne, whether the Imperial Guards were still the emperor's 'sharp blade' is debatable.

Of course, this is a fan fiction, similar to Patriots who turn back again. It's just a wild idea, so please don't take it too seriously.

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4th Crimson Warm Winter: 117 Contamination Sealing Strategy

After recovering the tactical unit and confirming the extent of the contamination, Medic, as a precaution, decided to have the exploration vehicle bypass the roadblock. Finally, Franka was arranged to return to the mobile base under Razer's care. As White Rabbit, in a heavy voice, summoned the Shield Guard adjutant, Medic considered having Nightblade call Sister Mary to answer the phone.

"...That's about it. Based on the erosion of individual consciousness by 'contamination,' Sister Mary, I may need your assistance."

Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

"Are you familiar with the Sakota blessing ceremony?"

[You mean...the one used to strengthen the believer's connection with the Lord...but...]

"Yes... It is said that it is an enhancement unique to the Sarkaz race. After all, the miracle of Laterano is a miracle that belongs only to the Sarkaz. But as for the most frequently used Mass, a proper nun should know its procedures and be able to conduct it skillfully."

Yes... that's correct... but...

"But you mean that without a halo, one cannot feel the glory of the Lord, right... So if that's the case, why are there non-Sarkata monks on this land?"

"Sometimes it doesn't matter if you know that miracles won't befall you, but as external things that affect people's 'hearts,' compared to the maddening pollution, the miracles of the City of Pure White are clearly more comforting."