episode_0420

If you live a life where your registered address is somewhere and ends at an orphanage, you will naturally become familiar with the habits of gangsters.

To be honest, this is a problem that cannot be helped. From the perspective of others, they are just gangsters who make a living off of strict people, but from the point of view of orphanage students, they are often older brothers with whom they once lived at the orphanage.

Just as it is natural to choose between Furious or Spearman at level 30 and do a secondary job change when you change to a warrior, the ‘Daycare student -> Gangster’ route was a very common job change tree from the perspective of a daycare student.

Even just for me, how many love calls did I receive the moment I succeeded in dominating middle school at a young age?

Nevertheless, the reason I didn’t fall down a bad path was largely thanks to ‘Teacher Yumi’, who I thought was my spiritual support at the time and the only adult I could trust.

To put it bluntly, what if teacher Yumi wasn’t there?

Perhaps by now I would not have been here, but somewhere in the back alleys of reality.

Or… he might have been imprisoned, taking on someone else’s crime, like the gangsters I saw from orphanages usually do.

Well, anyway, I knew that much since I was familiar with the physiology of the industry.

What are the gangsters truly afraid of?

‘A gangster stronger than them?’

No, even if it was an object of struggle or submission, it could not be an object of fear.

What thugs truly fear.

That was none other than public power.

To be more precise, should we say that it is a case of provoking public power?

In places like movies, gangsters don’t just get on their side by giving bribes to police officers who reveal money.

In the process of handling something, a situation that irritates public power should not arise, so money is being poured out as a means of asking for a little grease in the middle to prevent such a thing from happening.

And… today’s menu, or rather this fat guy that I picked up while beating up today’s gangsters, could be said to be a big, beautiful red button.

The moment it touches it even slightly, the tissue and everything else will fall to pieces, but what else is this if it’s not a big, beautiful red button?

That’s why I thought to myself as I looked down at the fat guy who had been completely engulfed by my hypnosis and had been reduced to a puppet that did whatever I told it to do.

‘what···?’

If you use this as a shield, wouldn’t it be invincible only to gangsters…?

In the first place, why was I filming an undercover action film that didn’t fit my personality?

It was all because I was wary of guns.

It would be better for the opponent to hold a sword and face each other, because if several people come rushing out and point guns at me, saying, ‘Shoot!’, my position will be very difficult.

Still, I’m definitely stronger than before, so shouldn’t I be able to just repel everything with a sword or use something like a self-defense device, which can be called the bio-protection shield of the martial arts people?

I guess we can stop it.

Still, wouldn’t it be possible to block up to one or four shots?

Instead, it will become a honeycomb pit right after that.

In the first place, if you were going to shoot an action movie like that and say, ‘Tididididding!’, you had to be at least at the level of Jo-in.

Unfortunately, I’m not there yet.

But what if you’re with this fat dude?

Self-defense skills?

Fuck that kind of thing.

From now on, I will become public power itself.

“Hey, fat guy.”

“Yes, yes…?!”

“From now on, your name is Hostage A.”

“Yes…? My name is Sergeyㅡ”

“Yes? Did you say ‘yes?’ just now?”

“Ah, I understand!!”

Fortunately, our fat friend also readily agreed to such role play.

After acquiring a means of defense that surpassed that of self-defense, I felt like I needed to cover my face, so I picked up a strange-looking mask that happened to be hanging in the room.

The visuals are a little… it feels like it’s used when playing strangely, but what can you do?

If you’re in a hurry, there’s nothing better than drinking muddy water, so you can only use this for now.

After covering my face with the mask, I carefully took care of Hayoung’s belongings outside the room.

Then, I picked up the leash that was hanging on the wall and hung it around our fat friend’s neck.

“Okay, shall we go then? My goal today is to complete this building.”

In this way… an invincible combination limited to gangsters was completed.

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‘Now I…’

What on earth are you looking at?

It was a scene so bizarre that such thoughts naturally occurred to me.

That was the scene unfolding before my eyes.

A fat man on a leash and a two-person team that uses the fat man as a shield to slaughter and destroy gang members.

It’s not a scene from some B-class movie…

No, this was enough to make other B-movies angry and ask what on earth they were seeing.

The problem is… this is reality.

“kk···!”

“Profit…!”

Could it be that his subordinates are slowly starting to feel jealous as the situation of being unable to act hastily and being defeated repeatedly due to a hostage(?) being held by the enemy?

I noticed that the eyes of some of them were starting to glow dangerously.

At the same time, he was fiddling with the automatic rifle he was holding in his hand… It seemed like he was going to kill the bullet regardless of whether the hostage was hit or not.

The moment that scene came into view, I came to my senses as if I had jumped over cold water and been doused in ice water.

“Shoot, don’t shoot!”

The first thing I did as soon as I came to my senses was to shout that to my subordinates.

“Ha, but boss…! The number of people who have been harmed by those two is almost dozens!”

“But if you’re sleeping and don’t shoot me in the liver, don’t shoot me, you bastards!!”

What if it was normal?

The moment you screamed something like that, it would have worked right away.

Because he ruled his subordinates through fear instead of leadership of tolerance and tolerance.

The moment you rebel, the earthen pot explodes and becomes food for pigs or feed for chickens. Would you be crazy to rebel?

However, is it because we are now in a situation where materialized death is trotting towards us from afar?

Feelings of dissatisfaction flooded like waves in the eyes of the subordinates.

In the end, I had no choice but to reveal what I had not wanted to disclose.

“That fat bastard who is currently being held hostage…! Even if he looks like that, he is the son of a member of the Autonomy Committee!”

“Oh my gosh…!”

A name that no one living here in Kowloon City would ever know: the Autonomous Committee.

The official name was ‘Kowloon Free City Special Autonomy Committee’, but no one called it that, they called it ‘Autonomous Committee’ and they were the rulers and gods of this Kowloon City.

For example, one of the megacorps, which is not one of the best in the world but is known to have a solid internal structure, was trying to expand its business here in Kowloon City, but it touched the workplace of one of the lawmakers who make up the autonomous committee, and the governor in Kowloon City was removed. Wasn’t there a case where not only the building but also the headquarters building located in Eastern Europe was devastated?

They are the flesh and blood of beings who, without even blinking, erase a huge corporation with power equivalent to a country just by touching one business location.

The moment I got even the slightest scratch on my body, it was no joke, the entire outskirts would be wiped out.

Don’t those bitches who are coming towards us know that fact?

Of course you would know.

The fact that they are doing something like that even though they know it means that they are truly crazy.

For some reason, the smell of a crazy person was wafting out from the moment I was covered up…

There’s nothing we can do when it’s like this.

It’s not something a boss would do to leave so many subordinates by his side, but he had no choice but to rescue the hostages first.

“Hey, where do they come from? Could it be… Yuseongak?”

“Yuseongak…? For some reason, it’s a name that sounds like it’s good for frying sweet and sour pork.”

“···?”

“Ah, just saying that made me want to eat it for no reason.”

“Can’t you just make it yourself like last time? Even if you call it sweet and sour pork, it is ultimately fried pork.”

“Sseu-eup…! What nonsense…! What a profound dish sweet and sour pork is!”

“Hmm… Is that right?”

···?

what···?

I don’t think it’s usually crazy at this level…?

“And what’s more… fried food at home doesn’t taste like eating it outside. Cleaning up afterwards is also a problem.”

“It’s not your house anyway.”

“That’s true, but…”

Even in the midst of my bewilderment, one thing was certain… the other person was caught off guard.

Could it be that the presence of the hostage in his hand made him let down his guard?

‘···now!’

Since ancient times, in a fight between expert and expert, being careless can lead to death.

From his point of view, there was no reason to wait that long, so he did everything he could to get rid of the man he presumed to be a man and rescue the hostage.

What a joke!

And the fist flew out with such a powerful sound that it hit the unsuspecting fat man in the face.

‘···Wait a minute, fat guy?’

uh···?

Uh oh…?