episode_0282

I’m the type to endure and pass by injustice on the street.

Helping usually just leads to being blamed.

Far from receiving thanks, I might even be counter-attacked for not helping sooner.

It was a life lesson learned the hard way, with a hefty tuition fee.

My life hasn’t been long, but after experiencing such things three times, I became quite good at enduring injustice.

But there is something even I cannot tolerate.

That is, touching a child.

For women, I judge based on the situation.

Aside from that, I rarely stepped in unless someone directly provoked me first.

But today was worth stepping in.

Lingering brazenly in front of my house?

They might do that to survive.

I used to raid supermarkets myself, so I understand.

But to go around acting like dogs on the street I’ve cleaned?

What more do these bastards, who hunt humans and shoot guns, need?

So I pulled out my minigun.

The astonished expressions of the bastards who saw the minigun appear and warm up were impressive.

That moment when their arrogant, fearless smiles vanished was amusing.

“Fuck! That’s a foul!”

Faces that perfectly expressed such feelings.

I have no hobby of bullying the weak.

But there are many of them, and I am alone.

It just fires at high speed; there are only six barrels.

6 VS many.

Still, I didn’t back down like a man.

Despite the disadvantage, I smiled and pulled the trigger.

*Whirring and roaring*!!!!

The bastards froze at the sight of the intimidating heavy weapon.

Before they could even react, a red curtain of bullets enveloped them.

*Thump thump thump thump*!

The sound of drums bursting echoed.

The sound of sticks rapidly drumming on a drum didn’t stop.

The 7.62mm NATO rounds ripped apart everything they touched.

I saw one bastard impaled by a bullet and sent flying backward.

There was also a bastard whose limbs were torn off as bullets ripped through him.

The one who took the rapid-fire assault with his torso, unable to fall, had his upper and lower body separated.

*Whirring roar*!!

From left to right.

I slowly rotated the muzzle as if cutting stone with a cutting machine.

The curtain of bullets drew a line, slaughtering every single one of the standing bastards.

The bastards reacted in two ways to the furious roar of the minigun.

Either freezing, or covering their heads and hitting the ground.

There was no sign of them intending to use the weapons in their hands.

The bastards were instantly mowed down, losing all will to fight.

I slowly took my finger off the trigger.

*Whirring down*…

Due to inertia, the barrel rotated a little further, then stopped, emitting thick smoke.

“Hng… *sobbing*…”

“Ugh… Ahh…”

Only the groans of the surviving bastards could be heard at the now quiet front entrance.

Even those were few.

They didn’t dare to even think of escaping.

Those lying flat on the ground couldn’t even lift their heads.

In the brief moment the minigun roared, the front entrance was utterly devastated.

The glass was shattered, of course, and the walls on both sides of the stairs were also quite ruined.

Those hit by bullets had spewed out all their blood and lay sprawled.

The fresh blood, pooling and then flowing, streamed down the stairs towards me, covering the walls and floor.

The remnants of the Molotov cocktail that had been burning in the doorway no longer showed flames, only smoke, perhaps due to the blood.

“…”

Watching the bastards writhe, having lost all will to fight, I put away the minigun.

*Clank*-

Instead, I pulled out my MCX, loaded it, and aimed at the heads of the crawling bastards on the floor.

*Thwack*! *Thwack*! *Thwack*! *Thwack*!

With barely a sound of gunfire, those who had their brains splattered were the last ones to move.

“Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Haaah…”

Even those who had stubbornly clung to life one by one stopped gasping and turned into lumps of flesh.

Honestly, bullets are wasted on bastards like these.

Nevertheless, I poured bullets into them because I didn’t want to be covered in their greasy, filthy blood.

Thanks to not conserving bullets, today was relatively clean.

Even I don’t like being covered in blood.

‘There have to be days like this.’

Thinking that, I slowly moved forward.

*Splish splosh*-

First, to ensure a complete finish, I went up the stairs.

With every step, my brows furrowed involuntarily.

The blood, as filthy as their appearance, was squishy and sticky.

The metallic smell of blood mixed with humidity and the scent of gunpowder felt like they clung to my mucous membranes.

“Gasp… gasp… *cough*…”

“…”

Among them, there was a bastard still breathing despite a large hole in his stomach.

His fading eyes, looking up at me, overflowed with resentment.

“Wh- *cough*! Why… why on earth…?”

“?? You ask because you don’t know?”

“Ugh-!”

He’s a stubborn bastard, with bloodshot eyes even as he’s dying.

“Why did you guys do that?”

“…Wh- what…?”

“Why did you cause such a ruckus?”

The bastard, about to speak as if he had something to say, suddenly vomited dark red blood.

“If you went around like that, weren’t you prepared to die like this? Your brain must be innocent as hell, huh?”

“…You, you bas-”

*Thwack*!-

He’s a bastard who doesn’t know his own fault even until his dying breath.

If I meet him in the next life, I’ll make sure to kill him painfully.

With this bastard, there were no survivors left.

And the two bastards suspected to be the ones the two people wanted were also not visible.

To be precise, there were some fat ones.

Several had their faces so smashed that it was hard to recognize their forms.

I did roughly scan their faces right before I went on a rampage with the minigun…

…I can only hope they weren’t among these bastards.

‘They said about forty.’

The corpses here number well over forty.

It’s confusing because of the fragmented bodies, but it’s roughly 60-70.

No presence could be felt around, and all that remained was the lingering smell.

Realizing there was nothing amiss, I finally relaxed my stance.

I gently put the gun into my inventory.

Realizing anew what a cruel weapon the minigun was, I belatedly surveyed the building.

The first floor, right next to the road, was barricaded with various things piled up, blocking it completely.

All easy access points were blocked.

Roughly, it seemed the bastards used the 3rd and 4th floors.

It was probably a decision to hide from the zombies, even if just a little.

As if to confirm that thought, signs of living were concentrated on the upper floors.

‘Where are they…?’

Neither the two people who went in to kill nor the abducted people were visible.

It was when I wondered if I’d have to tediously search everywhere.

*Bang*!-

“Aaaargh! You motherfuc—aaargh!!”

A single gunshot indicated their location.

Walking slowly, following the sound, I encountered the individuals themselves.

“…”

Four living humans encountered in the 4th-floor hallway. Around them, several dead bodies lay fallen.

Looking at the fatal wounds, they were made by blades, not guns.

And at Park Moojin’s feet lay a blood-soaked knife.

It was clear from the crowbar Choi Kang-doo was holding, entangled with blood and hair.

Those two definitely had no intention of killing them easily.

‘They managed to catch them.’

Despite handicapping themselves, they succeeded in catching their desired targets.

One fat bastard clutching his profusely bleeding knee.

One bastard bowing his head low before Choi Kang-doo.

Their descriptions matched the wanted posters.

Standing proudly before these two bastards, the two men, covered in copious amounts of blood, gave off an eerie feeling.

Blood droplets beaded and dripped from the ends of their hair.

Blood droplets.

Blood droplets collected on their chins, then dripped down, *drip drip*.

The blood soaking their tools and clothes was all from their enemies. The two men themselves showed no wounds.

‘Wow… they’re enduring that.’

Rigid expressions and dry, emotionless eyes.

Is it because they’re not worth dealing with?

Or were they worried about killing them immediately?

Park Moojin and Choi Kang-doo were suppressing their rage.

Whatever the story, just when I thought these two bastards wouldn’t die peacefully.

“These tenacious bastards. To follow us all the way here and cause such a mess…”

“…”

“You motherfuckers. You bastards! You’d better run now!! See how quiet it is outside? Now that my subordinates are coming, you’re all dead!! Understand?!”

The fat bastard yelled, his flesh jiggling.

Park Moojin showed no reaction to this.

I’m slightly curious what he’s thinking with that calm expression.

As I slowly approached, watching the fat bastard spout furious curses, he finally turned to look at me.

“…”

“It wasn’t forty.”

“…Huh?”

“Your subordinates. There were about 60-70 of them.”

When I told a bewildered Choi Kang-doo that I’d wiped them all out, the fat bastard convulsed.

“What is this bastard again! Who are you trying to fool?!”

“It’s true, though?”

“You motherfucker-!!”

“No, I’m serious! I swear on your mom.”

For a moment, the fat bastard was stunned, then his face contorted hideously.

“You bastard!!”

I chuckled softly, watching the fat bastard’s knee bleed even more profusely, as if his blood pressure was rising.

“Are these the bastards you were looking for?”

Park Moojin nodded silently.

“I’ve dealt with all the bastards who came out downstairs. Unless there are more hiding, these two are the only ones left.”

“…”

“I’ll step out, so have your fun.”

“…I’m indebted to you.”

I gave a light nod to him as he offered a brief, weighty remark.

Meanwhile, Choi Kang-doo was crushing the back of the head of the bastard who was bowing down.

A sickening disgust could be felt from his crushing foot movements.

It didn’t match his gentle impression—

“…Kim Gwanghyeon.”

Park Moojin murmured softly and lowered his stance.

“…Seonyeong. Where is she?”

“…What?”

“Where is Seonyeong?”

The fat bastard, whose eyes went wide at Park Moojin’s question, soon fell backward, bursting into laughter.

“Pwahahahahaha- *cough*- Pfft… Ah~ This crazy bastard… *chuckle*~”

The fat bastard, struggling to raise his upper body again, smiled sickeningly.

“Did you really come all the way here for that kid?”

“…”

“Wow… a fairy tale prince has arrived… *gasp*!”

Park Moojin roughly grabbed the jabbering fat bastard’s Adam’s apple.

“Tell me. Where is Seonyeong?”

“*Gasp*… *Chuckle*… You… you mother…fucker… *gasp*!”

The fat bastard mocked Park Moojin, even as his eyes turned bloodshot.

“…Hyung.”

“…”

At Choi Kang-doo’s soft call, Park Moojin released his grip.

“*Gasp*… *cough*- *cough*!”

“…”

Kim Gwanghyeon, who massaged his throat with a hand stained with grime, grinned widely, revealing his yellowed teeth.

“She’s not with me. I didn’t pay attention to her because she was just a kid, so she ran away in the middle, my friend~”

“…Where? Where did she run from?”

“How would I know, you idiot~ Hahahahah! Now that I see you, you were a really naive bastard! Pwahahahahahah!!!!”

What can I say.

He truly was a hellish bastard.

Choi Kang-doo’s kicks grew rougher, as if he was offended, but Park Moojin’s expression remained unchanged.

Instead, his eyes grew shinier and shinier, indicating a sharp increase in danger.

The fat bastard, oblivious, jabbered on without pause, as if his mouth had been thoroughly loosened.

“Hey, you fucking Park Moojin. Clean out your ears and listen carefully. She’s not with me. She ran away on her own. If you don’t believe me, go search around, why don’t you?”

“…She was definitely alive, right?”

“I said I don’t know? I didn’t care about her~”

Seeing his sneering face, he was clearly asking for it.

He wanted to die.

The fat bastard, who had mocked him for a bit longer, slowly let his smile fade.

“Even if she was alive when she ran away, do you think a young girl would survive alone outside?”

*Twitch*-

“She died long ago~ You idiot! Hahahahahahah!!”

*Grab*!-

“*Gasp*?!!!”

“…”

The fat bastard’s face, whose Adam’s apple was grabbed again, instantly flushed red.

Blood seeped out from between Park Moojin’s tightly pressed lips, which held the Adam’s apple.

Kim Gwanghyeon, whose eyes were slowly rolling upwards, suddenly glared.

“Th-that bitch… I wanted to have a taste… but sh-she wouldn’t, *gag*! *Gasp*! *Chuckle*… *chuckle*… *gurgle*- *gasp*-”

*Swish*!-

*Grab*!-

I quickly grabbed Park Moojin’s outstretched wrist.

The tip of the knife, which had appeared in his hand at some point, stopped right before the fat bastard’s eye.

Park Moojin slowly turned his face towards me.

“…What are you doing?”

A rigid voice, trembling ever so slightly.

His face, which had maintained an emotionless expression until now, twisted hideously, like a murderous demon.

From his eyes, blood mixed with tears streamed down his face, drawing a single line.

The wrist I held trembled violently.

As if yelling to be released…

But I didn’t let go immediately.

“Calm down.”

“…You!!!”

“This bastard is provoking you on purpose to die.”

At my words, Park Moojin’s arm stopped trembling.

“He’s doing that on purpose because he wants to die quickly and painlessly.”

“…”

“I’ve seen a bastard who did the exact same thing before. You can trust me.”

Perhaps my words had an effect, as his expression softened slightly.

“These bastards. You don’t intend to kill them easily, do you? That’s why you asked to leave them for you.”

“…”

“Then you should calm down and treat them seriously. For as loooong as possible.”

“…Indeed.”

“Don’t you want to see them beg for death?”

“…You’re right.”

Only then did Park Moojin release the strength in his arm.

I felt Choi Kang-doo’s gaze from beside me, but this was necessary.

To kill him quickly after such a soul-shattering provocation made no sense.

Did my thoughts reach him?

Park Moojin released the fat bastard’s neck and took repeated deep breaths.

He quickly regained his composure, his face returning to its emotionless state, which in turn made the fat bastard’s complexion rot away.

“Today, I’m… indebted to you several times.”

“It’s fine. It’s nothing much.”

“While I’m at it… I’d like to ask for one more favor.”

As I stared at him, he murmured softly.

“…I’d like you to leave us.”

It wasn’t a difficult request.

I readily agreed by stepping back.

“Kang-doo. You step back. This isn’t something you should see.”

“Hyung. Seonyeong was like a younger sister to me too.”

“…”

“No matter what, I’m with you.”

At his unhesitating reply, Park Moojin slowly nodded.

Then he roughly grabbed the fat bastard’s injured leg and hoisted him up.

“Aaaargh!! You bastard!!!”

“See you in a bit.”

“…Huh?”

“Alright then.”

“W-wait-”

The two of them, not listening to me, dragged the two bugs into the conference room and closed the door.

“…I was planning to go home…”

No answer came to my dwindling words.

Instead.

*Aaaargh*!!

“Aaaargh! Stop! Stop! Stop!”

“…”

The terrible screams from beyond the tightly closed door served as an answer.

*Aaaargh*!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to go home.