The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 228

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝟖: 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐧 1

“Kukukuku. Two shots each, you say.”

“This is why those who live in peaceful places don’t know the real world.”

The Sicario members pointed their guns and swords at Siwoo.

Taang-! Taang-!

Red muzzles flashed as bullets flew straight for the center of his forehead.

However, the bullets were blocked by a shield that Siwoo had already deployed, and they ricocheted off in different directions. Seeing this, the Skull Mask immediately infused his sword with magic and tore through the shield.

“Kukukuku. Did you really think you could block our attacks with just a flimsy shield like that?”

“You’re not bad at talking big.”

Siwoo smiled faintly.

Although it was only a single-layer shield, the fact that the Skull Mask had torn through it with a single swing meant that his magic density was quite high.

“This bastard, I’m going to drag him to the boss and watch him squirm.”

“I’ll cut him into pieces and feed him to the crocodiles when we’re done.”

Perhaps offended by Siwoo’s words, they immediately drew more magic from their dantians and released their auras.

Kwadeudeudeuk-!

The windows shattered, and the ceiling and floor shook violently.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥-𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.’

Judging from their magic and aura, they seemed to be at least S-rank or S+ rank.

Considering the influence and rarity of S-rank, the strength of the Sicario Kartel was certainly understandable.

‘𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯 𝘚-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭.’

Siwoo tightened his magic circulation and kept his guard up.

Shwii━━!

Suddenly, the opponent’s sword lunged at Siwoo without warning.

As their name, Sicario (assassin), implied, it was a silent and stealthy attack.

Siwoo turned his head to avoid the attack.

However, the man next to him didn’t just stand there and watch.

Another sword came in, and the two consecutive attacks completely blocked Siwoo’s path, cornering him more and more.

The rapid and invisible thrusts were like a torrential downpour.

The neon lights from the windows shattered into tiny pieces as they touched the blade.

Siwoo dodged the attacks with minimal movement, observing the gaps in their defense like a seasoned hunter.

“Don’t show off your snout like that again!”

The Skull Mask growled and swung his sword at Siwoo’s abdomen.

It was an angle that could have been fatal if it had pierced him, killing him instantly.

Staring at the blade that was as sharp as a viper’s tooth, Siwoo infused magic into the rings on his two fingers.

Dark purple lightning flashed, and two Sword Off Shotguns materialized in his hands.

They were in the form of loopers, about half the length of a normal double-barreled shotgun.

‘𝘈 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. . .?’

The Skull Mask, who was swinging his sword, wondered to himself.

No matter how he thought about it, a gun was not a suitable choice at this timing.

Furthermore, it wasn’t a fast-firing pistol, but a bulky shotgun?

He was puzzled, but he didn’t let up on the force of his thrusting sword, aiming for his opponent’s vital points as much as possible.

Teureung!

“What the. . .!!”

However, the sword that was supposed to pierce Siwoo’s abdomen was blocked by something hard, making an unpleasant grinding noise.

【𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞.】

Pre’s materialized [Song of Iron: Aegis of the God].

“Nice timing.”

Siwoo raised one corner of his mouth and smiled faintly, then pulled the trigger towards their thighs.

Bang! Bang!

The thighs that were hit by the bullets exploded, and the legs became rags.

“Kuaaaaaaaagh!!”

“Ughhhhhhhㅡ!!”

The Sicario Kartel members rolled around on the floor in agony, clutching their thighs.

No matter how strong a shotgun was, this should not have been impossible.

Their bodies were reinforced with magic, and they were not ordinary people, but S-rank Hunters.

It was understandable that the bullets would pierce them, but for their legs to explode?

Looking at the blood-soaked floor in an instant, Siwoo whistled softly.

“This thing is good.”

Siwoo seemed to like the shotguns in his hands and smiled with satisfaction.

In fact, he had received this item from President Enrique before leaving the presidential office.

It was a Hunter-exclusive shotgun that the president had personally commissioned from Lockheed Martin for the cartel eradication operation.

It was a weapon that cost 15 billion per unit, not with normal bullets, but by infusing the caster’s magic power and firing it.

Since it could be used semi-permanently as long as it was constantly supplied with magic, it was expected to be very effective on the battlefield. However, the problem was that it required very delicate magic control and a vast amount of magic, in proportion to its strong firepower.

President Enrique had initially intended to give this weapon to Javier Fernandez.

However, Javier had to give up after not being able to fire a single shot.

Although the total amount and output of his magic were fine, his delicate control was lacking, so he was unable to materialize the bullets.

In the end, President Enrique had no choice but to keep the shotgun in storage like a shiny peach, and he had given it to Siwoo on a whim.

“If you use it well, it’s better than any sword. The firepower is also my style.”

The S-rank Hunter’s body, reinforced with magic, had been turned into a pile of flesh by a single bullet.

This fact alone was enough to pass this weapon.

Siwoo unsummoned one of the shotguns and checked on Javier’s side.

“Damn it. . . They broke the window and escaped. I’m not good at tracking. Are you okay?”

Javier scratched his head and said with a troubled expression.

“I’m fine. And it’s okay to let one of them go. I caught the other two.”

“You’re amazing. . . In a 2-on-1 situation.”

Siwoo approached the men on the floor with his shotgun.

“Keueueueuk. . .!”

“You bastard! When the boss finds out. . . He’ll chew you up and spit you out. . .!”

“Oh? Where can I find that boss?”

“Kukukuku. . . up to your asshole, you son of a b*tch.”

“Hmm.”

At the opponent’s spiteful answer, Siwoo decided to remove their masks first.

“Get lost, you son of a b*tch!”

“If you touch my mask, I’ll kill you!”

“It seems you still don’t know your place.”

Siwoo picked up the swords that they had dropped and stabbed them into their tattered thighs.

A piercing scream echoed through the building.

“Don’t you think it’s bad to be so forceful? They don’t seem like the kind of people who would open their mouths.”

Javier watched Siwoo from the side and spoke to him.

“Oh, they’ll talk. That’s my specialty.”

“Uh. . . . . .”

“Don’t worry. These guys can’t die even if they want to. Not until they give me the answers I want.”

Siwoo hummed softly and leaned down towards them.

Unlike his bored and annoyed expression, his eyes held a chill that was like a winter gale.

“Hey, trash.”

“Keueueueuk. . . . . .”

“You son of a b*tch. . .!”

“Where’s your boss? Or your hideout.”

“I have nothing to tell you━”

Kwaaaang

Siwoo pulled the trigger at the man’s elbow.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and his arm fell off.

The man rolled his eyes and fainted, foaming at the mouth.

Siwoo clicked his tongue and used his skill on the man’s limbs.

Golden light flashed, and warm heat spread through the man’s body, mending the severed parts.

The broken parts of the body, which had been thrown like clay, stuck together and regenerated to their original state.

Javier looked on in amazement at this ridiculous skill.

He had never seen or heard of such a skill in his entire life.

“Now then.”

Siwoo raised his fist and punched the unconscious man’s face.

There was a loud crack, and the man came to his senses.

“Keuheueueok. . . W-What?!”

As the man got up from his seat with blood dripping from his nose and mouth, Siwoo shot his thigh again with the shotgun.

A sharp cry of pain echoed through the room.

Siwoo spoke to the man’s ear in a calm voice.

“Let’s play all night. I’m overflowing with magic.”

The three people, excluding Siwoo, felt the blood drain from their faces at his eerie words.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Pure white marble, high ceilings, a space larger than any grand banquet hall.

A man sat on an ornate chair that rose like the sun on a huge platform erected on one wall.

〈Pandemonium〉’s 1st Hierarchy and the one called ‘master’.

Three people knelt before this man who ruled over thousands of awakener and greeted him respectfully.

“. . . Raise your heads.”

As the master waved his hand, his black robe fluttering, the three people raised their heads at the same time.

“Congratulations on your promotion.”

His voice was simple, but it carried a heavy weight that pressed down on the shoulders of the three as if it were filled with ghosts.

“First, Liu Xing, Alkesul. Congratulations on your promotion to 2nd Hierarchy.”

“Thank you, master!”

“It is an honor, master.”

They bowed their heads briefly and then raised them again.

“It is unfortunate that we lost Giovanni, but the weak cannot be helped. To be weak is a sin.”

“Yes, master!”

“Yes, master.”

“You were originally stronger than Giovanni, so now I expect you to do more than he did.”

At the master’s stern words, Liu Xing and Alkesul nodded vigorously.

“But master, what about Diakan?”

According to their informants, Diakan was currently imprisoned in the deepest part of the most secure prison.

They asked about his disposal, whether they should get him out like Ryu Ji-hwan had gotten Greul, or leave him there.

“Send an assassin to clean it up.”

“We will do as you command, master.”

Alkesul replied in a voice devoid of emotion.

Diakan had been in the same 3rd Hierarchy as them, but there was no such thing as friendship or affection within 〈Pandemonium〉.

“And. . . Congratulations on your promotion to 3rd Hierarchy, Ryu Ji-hwan.”

“Thank you, master.”

Ryu Ji-hwan looked down with sharp eyes and assumed a respectful posture.

“In terms of ability, you are good enough to be 2nd Hierarchy, but considering the time you have joined the organization, I have promoted you to 3rd Hierarchy, so please understand.”

“I am grateful.”

“Yes. And Alkesul and Liu Xing will be given a mission as soon as they leave.”

“We will follow your orders, master!”

“What is it, master?”

At that question, the master snapped his fingers.

Then, a huge screen appeared on one of the walls.

“It is a place where our organization has sown its seeds, but it is said that the situation is currently in turmoil. Go and clean it up, and dye the area in the name of 〈Pandemonium〉.”

“We will keep that in mind, master!”

“Understood, master.”

As their greetings ended, the master’s figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Alkesul and Liu Xing sighed, releasing the tension they had been holding in.

They brushed off their knees and stood up, turning their attention to the still-floating screen.

“We have to go there. Ryu Ji-hwan, can you kill Diakan for us?”

“I will do so.”

Ryu Ji-hwan nodded readily at Alkesul’s question.

“Liu Xing, let’s get ready and leave right away. The master’s orders are important.”

“The master’s orders must be carried out without fail!”

“Then. Mexico. . . It’s a bit far, but let’s go.”

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