๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐: ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง 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.
‘๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ-๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ-๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ-๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด.’
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.
‘๐๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ ๐-๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ-๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ง๐ถ๐ญ.’
Siwoo tightened his magic circulation and kept his guard up.
Shwiiโโ!
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.
‘๐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. . .?’
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.
ใ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐๐ข๐.ใ
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!!”
“Ughhhhhhhใ ก!!”
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 youโ”
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.
๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท
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.
ใPandemoniumใ’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 ใPandemoniumใ.
“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 ใPandemoniumใ.”
“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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