[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Then, through the communication headset, several panicked voices came through, making your heart skip a beat!

"Don't use water! Cyanide turns into a highly toxic gas when it comes into contact with water, which will cause it to spread even more rapidly!"

You quickly spoke up to stop them, fearing they might actually try to extinguish the fire with water, since the nearby river was a good source of firewood.

Although cyanide is also highly toxic, it produces a mist or powder after a high-temperature explosion, and its dispersion is not very strong unless there is strong wind.

But if it becomes a lighter gas, the speed and range of diffusion will increase greatly!

"But if we don't put out the fire quickly, the smoke will spread and reach a wider area. YN, you need to get away from there right now!"

Koenig urged you anxiously.

"Dry powder fire extinguishers can be used."

Camo spoke up and made the suggestion.

You're frantic: "It's too late! The wind speed is 2.2 meters per second now, there's no time to wait for the fire department!"

At this rate, if the smoke from the fire is not controlled, the toxic fumes will spread to a distance of 8 kilometers in an hour!

There's no time to wait. We must quickly eliminate the fire source. As long as we cut off the generation of hot air, the smoke will be forced to fall by the cold air!

"Use sand! There's a large sand pile about 1.2 kilometers southwest of the warehouse!"

The team member in charge of monitoring exclaimed excitedly!

Ghost immediately ordered, "S-2, drive the pickup trucks from the village over there, quick!"

When they raided the village, they didn't find the truck that Rowe had driven away, so it must have been taken to the warehouse.

"All available team members, proceed to the sand pile immediately!"

You listen to the sounds in your headphones, but your feet don't move.

The wind is blowing from the northeast, and you are in the southwest, so there is no danger.

Southwest, you turn away from the raging fire and billowing smoke, and rush southwest to find the sand dune.

When you and the other two teammates from Team Y arrived at the huge sand dune, Ghost and his team also arrived in two off-road vehicles.

It's called a sand dune, but it's not actually that high; it's more like a beach, although it does take up a lot of space.

As soon as they got out of the car, they opened the trunk and took out hazmat suits and gas masks.

The eight of them, along with your two other teammates, made a total of ten. They all took off their gear, removed their jackets, tied the cuffs and collars tightly, and then filled their jackets with sand.

After putting bags of sandbags into the trunk, they quickly changed into hazmat suits and masks and got into the car.

"You stay here and wait for S-2 and the others to arrive, then help load the sand into the truck."

After giving you the task in a hurry, Ghost also put on a gas mask and got into the car.

Ten people squeezed into two SUVs and hurriedly headed towards the direction shrouded in thick black fog in the distance.

You didn't even have a chance to tell them to be careful; you could only watch their car drive away.

Soon, S-2 arrived in his pickup truck with the rest of the team.

They all jumped off the vehicle, and seeing the helmet in your hand filled with sand, they also took off their own helmets.

So, you filled the pickup truck's cargo bed with sand and dirt, helmet after helmet.

After the truck was fully loaded, S-2 immediately returned to the driver's seat, started the pickup truck, and headed towards Ghost and his group.

A few minutes later, you hear sound coming from your headphones.

"S-2 has arrived at its position and is unloading the sand."

Since he didn't have a hazmat suit, he could only drive the truck to a safe location and tilt the truck bed to dump out the sand inside!

After unloading the sand, he rushed back to your side without stopping.

Meanwhile, Ghost and the others, who were piling sand around the fire to prevent the fire from spreading, rushed back with their empty coats after hearing S-2's voice.

After reaching the small pile of sand and refilling their coats, they set off again toward the inferno.

Meanwhile, you and the other team members filled helmets with sand and filled your own jackets, and as soon as S-2 returned, you immediately dumped the sand into the truck bed.

You worked diligently, your bodies covered in sand and dirt, and even in the cold weather, your bare bodies didn't feel too cold because of the labor.

So, you guys are in charge of loading the sand, and the ghosts are in charge of stopping the fire.

Nearly an hour later, the fire department arrived with two fire trucks and used dry powder to extinguish the remaining fire that was trapped by sand and had been nearly half extinguished.

Upon learning that the fire had been extinguished, you all immediately collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly weak.

You sit on a low sand dune, panting heavily, and take off your thin gloves to reveal your palms, which are chafed and rubbed raw.

Actually, this hour of intense work did not push you to your physical limits; what made you feel tired was your tense mind.

You look at your palm, feeling the belated pain, and an indescribable feeling wells up inside you.

A sense of participation in the struggle against the laws of nature, a sacred feeling that one's own hands have indirectly saved countless people, and a sense of pride in the fact that the body one has trained day and night can play a role.

Previously, I did tasks to strengthen myself, for money and survival.

But at this moment, you suddenly realize that you can also work hard for others.

Even though you didn't fight any enemies during this mission, you felt an even more exhilarating joy than if you had killed them.

You may find it difficult to describe precisely, but you have less hesitation and more understanding and acceptance of the dangerous identity of a soldier.

You put your gloves back on, vigorously shake the sand out of your coat, and then put your coat back on, which is now covered in the smell of sand.

After you and your teammates gathered up the helmets and equipment on the ground, you got into the pickup truck and headed to meet up with Ghost and the others.

A few minutes later, you jump out of the pickup truck and see ten people in hazmat suits lined up in two rows in front of a blower brought by the fire department, trying to blow away the thick smoke and cyanide powder that had settled on their bodies.

Then stand in an open area and let the firefighters use water hoses to wash off the residue on your body.

Although cyanide reacts with water to produce highly toxic gas, small amounts of residue can be easily washed away with plenty of water and then allowed to diffuse and dilute in an open area.

In case of any accidents, a specific antidote can be administered promptly, followed by transport to a hospital.

After a series of actions, the first ghost to remove its protective suit strode towards you after confirming there were no signs of poisoning.

"yn, come with me."

After saying that, he walked past you and went to the back.

So, under the watchful eyes of others, you follow the ghost away.

Two or three minutes later, you walked behind a dense thicket of bushes.

"Lieutenant..."

You had barely opened your mouth when he turned around and pulled you into his arms.

ch.274: The Rising Will

"Simon, what's wrong?"

You were surprised by his sudden action, but since no one was around, you didn't resist and instead reached out to hug his waist.

Although he smelled slightly sweaty from his excessive exercise, you didn't mind, even though you yourself were covered in sand and dirt.

The ghost didn't answer you immediately, but instead lifted its mask slightly and kissed your chapped lips.

You closed your eyes in tolerant acceptance of his forceful plundering...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the ghost finally separated from you, leaving a light kiss on your cheek before putting its mask back on.

"Little bird, you are so beautiful."

He was still holding you, and a low, husky voice uttered a sigh of admiration.

You look at him helplessly: "I'm covered in sand and dust, how can I look good?"

Not only your body, but even your hair and face are covered in sand. You might even pat your hair and face and a cloud of dust will fall off.

A ghost just kissed your cheek, and you even wondered if it had eaten any dirt.

You were all in such a rush that you forgot to clean yourselves up first.

His ghostly brown eyes, soft and focused, gaze intently at you.

"You are so beautiful, with a natural beauty full of vitality that captivated me at first sight."

You couldn't suppress your laughter upon hearing this:

"It's rare to hear such beautiful words from you."

"During the operation just now, my hazmat suit got torn at the leg. I was thinking, if I survive to see you again, I must tell you..."

His gloved hands gently cupped your cheeks, his eyes like dark embers, a burning heat beneath his cold exterior.

"I love you,?You complete me?."

(I love you, you make my life complete.)

what! ?

His hazmat suit was torn, but he didn't tell anyone? Alone, fearing possible death, he relentlessly rushed into the toxic fumes of the fire time and time again!

Under the gas mask, with each heavy breath, did he wonder if he was gradually suffocating?

It's strange. You know he won't die, but when you hear his words, you feel as if you're falling from a great height.

Even though you weren't the one who might have been exposed to cyanide, your throat is dry, and you're having trouble breathing, as if you're about to suffocate...

"You won't die! You won't die, Simon."

You and he looked at each other, you spoke with difficulty, but each word was firm.

"Oh..."

A soft chuckle came from beneath the skull mask, and then his forehead touched yours.

An intimate atmosphere spread, followed by his gentle teasing.

"Little bird, your sentence is grammatically and phonetically correct, but it's not perfect yet."

You close your eyes, feeling the touch of his fingers caressing your cheek, and subconsciously ask a question in comfort.

"why?"