The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 255

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝟓: 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤

Wu Ko Xin led his subordinates to his old stronghold.

Kowloon Walled City, the largest darkness in the Kowloon Peninsula of Hong Kong.

It was a special zone that no country had sovereignty over, and it was the largest slum in Asia where even hunters could not travel.

The ultra-high-density illegal buildings continued to pile up in a 口 shape, starting from the lower floors and now towering to the height of a 50-story building.

However, its appearance was far from the elegant buildings in the city center.

It looked like a tattered quilt or blocks stacked randomly, giving it a frenzied appearance.

Moreover, the exterior was only the better-looking part.

The interior of Kowloon Walled City was like the winding intestines of a beast, a maze where one would never be able to find their way out once they got lost.

Of course, even if one knew the way, it was not a place where one could come out unscathed.

“Do you know how many people go missing in there every year?”

Wu Ko Xin asked the subordinate next to him.

“I’m sorry. I. . . don’t know.”

“That’s the correct answer. No one knows.”

“Huh?”

“No one knows how many people live there, how many babies are born, or how many people die.”

“. . .How is that possible?”

“That’s the kind of place it is in the first place.”

A human-made dungeon, the belly of a living, breathing dragon.

Kowloon Walled City was a vicious place that devoured even the adjectives used to describe it.

“That’s the gate to hell. You can go in as you please, but you can’t come out as you please.”

Wu Ko Xin recalled Kowloon Walled City when he was its master and steadied his breathing.

“By the way, they also sell organs, blood, bodies, and human flesh if you want them. If you pay, they can make it for you and deliver it the next day even if they don’t have it in stock right now.”

“. . . . . . .”

“That’s why they say that you have to offer one of two things to enter Kowloon Walled City.”

“What. . . is that?”

“Money and blood.”

Wu Ko Xin pulled out two hatchets from his side and scattered sawdust in a straight line.

“As the master, I will offer blood.”

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The heat in the laboratory did not seem to subside for a while.

“Master, while you’re here, why don’t you buy a weapon?”

“I’m thinking about it. Namir, aren’t you going to buy one?”

“I’ll turn into a stone anyway. . . I’ll see if there’s anything good.”

Her [petrification] is so powerful that if the weapon’s magic circulation rate is not high, the weapon itself will turn into stone. The mace she is using now is a weapon that she has been using because it has a high magic circulation rate and fits her hand well.

“Lo-an, do you need anything?”

“I’m fine. The Ruyi is a divine object that I can manifest with my skill anyway.”

“Even so, is there anything you’ve always wanted to have or anything you’ve been thinking about?”

At Siwoo’s question, Lo-an put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment.

“There is one thing I’ve always wanted.”

“That’s great. Let’s go item shopping.”

Siwoo grabbed the collar of one of the researchers who was chattering around the magic circuit.

“Kkeuueeueok!”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your exciting discussion. I’d like to buy an item personally. Who should I follow?”

“Uh . . . I’ll get someone who’s a good fit for you.”

The researcher who had been grabbed by the collar looked at Siwoo with a bewildered expression, then called someone to ask for guidance.

“Hello~ I’m Info~. Follow me~.”

As if a little girl was wearing her father’s clothes and imitating an adult, Info had a mature appearance and was wearing a sloppy lab coat.

She kept touching her large horn-rimmed glasses that seemed like they would fall off and guided Siwoo’s party to the item shop.

“This is a private shop~. It’s only open to our special clients~. You guys were allowed in because the President gave you permission~. But there’s a limit on how much each person can buy~.”

The item shop that Info guided them to was actually different from a normal store, starting from its size.

The shop, which was the size of a warehouse-style mart, sold everything from swords to firearms, armor, surface-to-air missiles, build-it-yourself mini tanks, and rideable robots.

Even Namir and Lo-an, who had not shown much interest, opened their eyes wide and dispersed without a word to Siwoo to look at the items.

“Oh my. It would have been a disaster if I hadn’t brought you here.”

Siwoo chuckled and was about to look around the store when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Say, Info?”

“Yes~.”

“Can this weapon be upgraded?”

He took out the Sword Off Shotgun that he had received from President Enrique of Mexico and placed it on the table.

Info had to step onto a footrest to reach the shotgun on the table.

“This is something our company made~. I remember it because I participated in the development~. Do you want to upgrade it because you want to use it in actual combat~?”

“I’m already using it in actual combat.”

“. . .I heard that this product was commissioned by Mexico and that it was not suitable for use in actual combat~. I heard that we later returned half of the production cost~.”

Info was also involved in the development of the latest hunter-exclusive shotgun.

It was an artifact-grade weapon made in collaboration between the magic engineering department and the firearms department, with all sorts of strengthening magic cast on it, and boasting the best firepower.

However, there was one problem that they had overlooked at the time: the user’s convenience.

Because of its high magic consumption and extremely difficult magic control, it was notorious as a ‘weapon that even hunters can’t handle’ and eventually became a failed product that was relegated to display.

“I’m still using it well, but I want it to be remodeled to my taste.”

“How do you want it to be changed~?”

“Make the firepower as strong as possible. And instead of a simple magic bullet, I want the nature of the bullet to change to the element I emit. I’d also like it to have a demonic energy detection function.”

“. . . . . . .”

Info covered her small mouth and grabbed her head, trying to catch up with what Siwoo had said.

“That. . . I think I’ll have to call the Team Leader who was in charge of making that gun~.”

She stepped down from the chair again and ran out to call the Team Leader.

【𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫!】

At that moment, Pre’s cheerful voice came from behind.

Siwoo sighed, knowing what he was going to say even without looking, and turned his head.

【𝐔𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨!】

Pre hovered over Siwoo’s shoulder, beaming with delight.

“. . .Yes, it goes well with you.”

Siwoo nodded reluctantly, looking at the metal gauntlet Pre was wearing and the stainless steel earpick he was holding.

【𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥! 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧!】

“Yes. . . I’ll buy them for you if you want.”

【𝐖𝐨𝐰! 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫!]

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A full-scale gang war was currently raging in the eastern United States.

This was because the flow of drugs from Mexico had been cut off, and they wanted to control their own routes and seize power.

“Damn it! The ‘Skulls’ bastards from 3rd Street are attacking our guys with guns again!”

“Those damn bastards. . . We’re going to fight them with all our might today.

The leader of ‘Hereditary’ clenched the heavy gold necklace around his neck and spoke to his subordinates in the same room.

“But the cops have been a little strange lately. . . With the whole ‘Ranker’ hunting thing going on, I think it might be better to put off the all-out war for a while.”

“You idiot! If we keep putting it off like this, the ‘Skulls,’ ‘AK-13,’ and ‘Asian King’ will look down on us!”

Marcus, the leader, growled, revealing the gold grills that adorned his teeth.

“I’m sorry. . . .”

“We’ll wait for the ‘Skulls’ to go to the club tonight. We have to kill the leader and second-in-command of the ‘Skulls.’ That’s the only way to break up the organization. Contact the allied gangs in advance.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marcus irritably took out the marijuana he had and put it in his mouth.

Just as he was about to light it, gunshots and screams began to ring out from outside.

“What the hell. . . Is it the ‘Skulls’ bastards?! Those bastards. . .!”

He took out two pistols from a drawer, loaded them, and headed out of the room.

The large living room was covered in blood, and Marcus’s surviving subordinates were sitting on the floor, peeing themselves and out of their minds.

“Hmm- for an Awakener to be damaged by a gun, they need to aim for the cornea or the inside of the mouth.”

In the middle of the living room, which was covered in corpses and blood,

A large man wearing a mink coat over his naked body grabbed the head of one of the men who had attacked him and blew it up.

Pufferooer!!

Bright red blood splashed all over the mink coat and the man’s body.

The man licked the blood from his face with his tongue and took off the sunglasses he was wearing and put them on his dreadlocks.

“Ah, I like that my hometown hasn’t changed. These idiots are always the same.”

“Ty. . . Tyron. . .?”

Marcus, recognizing the other man’s face, stuttered as if he had seen a ghost.

“Hmm? Who are you to know me?”

Tyron took a step towards him.

“Th. . . That’s, I’m Marcus, a member of the lower organization of ‘BTK,’ the organization you used to be a part of. I’m currently the leader of ‘Hereditary’. . . .”

“Oh? Hehe. The world is small. You were a brat from our family?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll spare your life.”

Tyron stroked Marcus’s face and shoulder with his bloody hand.

“T-Thank you. . . .”

“But are you the only organization in this area?”

“No. There’s also the ‘Skulls’ and ‘AK-13,’ and the ‘Asian King.’”

“What a mess. There was only ‘BTK’ when I was around.”

Marcus nodded with fear in his eyes.

When Tyron was the boss of bosses who controlled this street, no, the entire United States, there was no such concept as a hostile organization.

Because Tyron had disintegrated all the organizations that had been hostile to him.

He tore apart the leaders of the opposing organizations and even the hunters who came to catch him with his bare hands, killing them alive.

Because of his crazy and vicious methods, all the gangs either scattered or joined him, and eventually the American government, which could no longer tolerate it, launched a large-scale operation to arrest Tyron.

During the arrest, dozens of hunters were killed or seriously injured and retired, so the notoriety of ‘BTK’ was bound to continue for a long time after that.

Of course, since it was an organization that Tyron had founded on his own, it gradually lost its power and disintegrated after he was gone.

“But suddenly. . . What’s going on in this city? Are you trying to revive ‘BTK’?”

“Hehehe. That wouldn’t be bad either, but no. I came to have a party.”

“A party. . .?”

Marcus gulped at the ominous feeling.

“Didn’t you hear? There’s going to be a HSIU International Headquarters special agent promotion ceremony in this city soon. The world’s first SSS-rank Hunter.”

Min Siwoo.

“I’m thinking of playing a great band at that party.”

“I-Is that so?”

“Those organizations you just mentioned.”

Tyron slowly took the gun that Marcus was holding and began to crumple it in one hand.

Waddadduk, kwaddadduk!

“I think I should gather them into one organization before the party. Guide me.”

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