Chapter 10 : Seoul Sea Of Fire (3) (Part-2)
by fnovelpia
“Director! Isn’t your vehicle armored? Get in and escape the area!”
“Even with that, we’re outnumbered! What are you talking about?”
“That guy is insane! It’s too dangerous. At least you should escape! We’ll bring the car around!”
“Are you crazy? Getting in a car during a gunfight is suicide!”
Ignoring Director Park’s opposition, one of the staff jumped into the driver’s seat of the armored car.
The engine roared to life, and the armored car began pushing through the cars in front of it.
Just as it was moving forward…
Whoosh—an explosion rocked the area, and the armored car was shredded like paper.
A rocket launcher?
This guy was going all out.
“Goddamn it…”
In that fleeting moment, Director Park conducted a thorough survey of the area, and he observed that his staff were in a truly terrible state.
Their faces were all notably pale, and their morale had entirely plummeted.
With a sense of frustration, Director Park clicked his tongue and reached for a megaphone.
“Min Cheol-woo! This is Park Seungjun from Geummyung Security!”
There was no response.
Does he not know who I am?
Is it not the norm these days for employees to memorize the names of their superiors and executives right after joining the company?
“I know this is because of Manager Yoo! I have no personal feelings toward you! There’s still time to turn back, Min Cheol-woo! I’m making one last offer! I’ll pay off your debt if you come over to Team 2! Team 2 won’t treat you unfairly just because you want to leave like Team 1 does!”
Had that gotten through?
It had to have.
If it did, not accepting it would be stupid.
Luckily, the response came quickly.
“Are you really going to pay off my 100 million?”
“What? 100 million? Is your debt only 100 million? You’re stuck in this company because of a measly 100 million?”
Director Park’s face turned pale in disbelief.
100 million? There were plenty of employees here who owed much more than that.
“Yes, is there a problem?”
“No, there’s no problem. Fine! I’ll pay it off!”
“Understood. Then you’ll pay off my debt, and I’ll resign now.”
“What?”
“You said Team 2 doesn’t retaliate when someone leaves, right? I’ll join Team 2 and then immediately resign. Basically, screw you.”
What in the world is happening?
Director Park found himself at a loss for words for a brief moment.
Did Manager Yoo, that infuriating woman, genuinely believe she could exercise control over a being as formidable as this one with merely 100 million?
It was irrelevant whether it was Manager Yoo or Min Cheol-woo—Director Park’s sole desire was to eliminate them all.
“There’s no other way. Should we dose up?”
“Do it. Goddamn it.”
Director Park ordered in desperation, and the staff took out packets of blue pills from their pockets.
They crushed them and snorted the powder through their noses.
In an instant, the staff’s eyes turned bloodshot.
“What kind of ridiculous suggestion is this?”
Pay off the debt and come back?
How could anyone trust him again?
Min Cheol-woo laughed derisively.
The entire Geummyung Group was in on it, and Manager Yoo was crazy while the executives were out of their minds.
He didn’t even know what the point of appealing was.
After making the offer, he glared silently at the opposition and quickly reloaded his rifle.
It was the last magazine.
“The rifle is too big and heavy.”
After trying it out, Cheol-woo concluded this.
A handgun is small, light, and doesn’t have a buttstock, making it easy to hold close to the body.
With a handgun, the muzzle can quickly swing from one target to another, but a rifle is too long and heavy.
It takes forever to turn the muzzle and shoot the next target.
In a fight against many opponents, it’s too disadvantageous.
The problem is, no handgun in this world has reliable accuracy beyond 100 meters.
Is there such a thing as a rifle-caliber handgun?
If there is, Cheol-woo felt like that was exactly what he wanted to use.
“Should I go in first?”
After waiting for a while with no movement from the other side, Cheol-woo stood up.
He couldn’t just stay stuck here while they were locked in a standoff.
As he maintained the muzzle direction and began to move forward, a head popped up from the other side.
“…?”
But something was off.
The eyes were bloodshot, half-rolled back, unfocused, and the person staggered as they walked.
It wasn’t just one.
Two, three, four, five.
They kept getting up and stumbling towards him.
“Ah, shit.”
A sense of deja vu flooded him.
It was the same kind of thing he’d encountered before, when he’d shoved the barrel into their eye socket.
According to the doctor’s words, they were addicts.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The rifle rounds slammed into the addicts’ chests, four shots in a row.
They fell back, but then quickly got up and came running again.
“Body armor?”
He didn’t feel the “kick” when a round hit body armor, but now, with a sharp sensation in his hand, he realized it had definitely penetrated.
How were they still running?
Bang! He shot the addict in the forehead, and this time, the addict crumpled, blood spurting out, never to rise again.
“What, are they zombies?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The rifle fired, shredding limbs and creating holes in their heads.
Even with broken legs, they crawled.
Even with blood pouring from their necks, they kept coming.
It seemed like unless you destroyed their heart or brain, they wouldn’t die.
He had heard that addicts could survive gunshots, but was this what they meant?
These weren’t small handgun bullets; they were 5.56mm rifle rounds.
If a shard tore a major artery, they should be collapsing due to blood loss, not staying upright.
It felt like common sense was being violated.
“Unnie, start the car.”
“Y-yes!”
Throwing away the rifle magazine, Cheol-woo pulled out his handgun and moved closer.
Bang! A 9mm round struck the addict’s forehead.
There was no “kick” in his hand.
“…Just as I thought.”
The addict, shot in the head, swayed and lowered his head but continued charging toward Cheol-woo.
Before, his only option was to get close and aim at the eye socket, but now it was different.
A moving target.
A small eye socket.
He felt like he could hit it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! He fired several shots, hitting the eyeball.
Only then did the bullet penetrate and lodge in the addict’s brain, bringing him down.
There were still three more of them.
Cheol-woo, feeling dizzy, shouted and retreated.
“Bring the Stannag magazine! The one that looks the same as the one I’m using!”
“Uh, uh?”
Did she understand?
No way.
She probably didn’t even know what a magazine was, given she’d never played any shooting games.
Cheol-woo didn’t expect much and pulled the trigger again.
These guys were stumbling and moving, making it hard to hit the eye socket.
He barely took one down, but before he could turn, another one had already gotten close.
“Uhh!”
“Ugh!”
The sound of their bodies crashing together nearly pierced his ears.
Cheol-woo avoided the impact, slamming the addict to the ground.
He inserted the silencer into the eye socket and fired a few shots, and the addict collapsed.
Where was the last one?
As he quickly turned his head, he felt a presence above him.
Before he knew it, an addict jumped from above, yelling as they fell.
Cheol-woo barely avoided the attack, but because of the silencer, he couldn’t get a clean shot.
“Uaaah! Uaaah!”
“What kind of strength is that?!”
The addict, making grotesque noises, grabbed Cheol-woo’s wrist with a knife in hand.
Cheol-woo tried to push them off with force, but the addict didn’t budge.
Instead, he started to overpower Cheol-woo.
It wasn’t just strength; the addict’s grip was getting stronger, and Cheol-woo could feel his wrist bones nearing the breaking point.
“Ugh…”
“Shit.”
With a horrible sound, the addict’s mouth opened wide, revealing his blackened, foul-smelling insides.
The addict’s mouth came toward Cheol-woo’s face like he was about to devour it.
Shhhh!
Just then, the sound of slicing wind pierced the air, and the addict stopped.
A gruesome sound filled the air as the addict’s face split open horizontally.
At the same time, a slight cut appeared on Cheol-woo’s cheek.
Blood gushed out, covering him as the addict’s head was split open.
“S-sorry! I didn’t know which magazine to use!”
Yuri, holding a longsword, was stomping her feet anxiously.
0 Comments