The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 92

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟐: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

A skyscraper in Baltimore, America, overlooking the Patapsco River.

The 20-story building designed by a famous architect proudly flaunts its magnificent appearance, basking in the sunlight as if it were considering the aesthetic sense.

Siwoo couldn’t hide his annoying expression as he entered the lobby on the first floor.

The letters “GHQ, HSIU” written on the information desk caught Siwoo’s eye.

“Hunter Min Siwoo. Vice President Blackwood asked you to come up.”

At the employee’s guidance, Siwoo got on the VIP elevator inside.

The general elevator seemed to be designed to not be able to go up to the upper floors where Edward was.

Ding.

The door opened on the 20th floor.

The interior of the guest room was extremely spacious, large, and at the same time, it looked very bleak thanks to the consistent gray tone.

Siwoo sat down on any sofa.

The scent of tulips wafted from the vase on the table.

Then, a beautiful woman came out of the inner door with tea.

“Hello. I’m Angelina, Vice President Blackwood’s secretary. Please wait a moment, and the vice president will be out soon.”

She put down the teacup and quietly stepped back.

Siwoo stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

“Transfer ceremony. . . annoying.”

“You’re the only one who thinks that way. You impious bastard.”

Familiar voice was heard just in time, and Edward came in.

Tall and slender with a great appearance, and a gray suit that fits his body perfectly.

“You look like a typical British lackey.”

“What are you talking about? You bastard who I’ll shove into the troll’s anus.”

The two smiled brightly and shook hands in greeting.

They sat on the sofa and talked about what had happened.

“But can I, a parachute like me, be here? I heard it’s hard to belong to the headquarters.”

Siwoo asked curiously, eating the cookies the secretary had just brought.

“It’s okay. Even in this place, you can’t just enter the headquarters because it’s a meritocracy. Especially those who saw the ‘Doberman’ footage, they’ll never be able to say anything.”

There weren’t many Hunters who were excellent in close combat while using the super large skill, [Meteor Shower].

It would be enough to be welcomed if they were good at only one of the two, but in a situation where they were good at both, it wouldn’t be strange to go out to meet them.

In addition, Siwoo was the mastermind who had planned this operation from the beginning, and he had even caught Jiang Chen, so it wasn’t enough to say that he had done it all by himself.

“And if you belong to the headquarters, it will be easier for you to investigate. The lower ranks are different from the upper ranks.”

Edward continued to explain about the headquarters’ ranking system.

There are five levels in the headquarters: Special, Semi-Special, Senior, Intermediate, and Junior.

Senior and Intermediate are the same as the heads of the HSIU branches in each country, and from Semi-Special, they have enough influence to be treated as state guests.

By the way, the only Special in the headquarters is Edward C. Blackwood.

“But can I go straight to Senior?”

“Huh. For some reason, even the old guys allowed it. Maybe they think it’s nothing to do with me and you.”

Edward sipped his black tea and took a graceful pose.

“Shall we proceed with the transfer ceremony now?”

“You’re not going to make a big deal out of it, are you?”

“I don’t want to waste a single cent of taxpayers’ money on you.”

“. . .Then let’s pretend the transfer never happened.”

“Oh~ my dear friend. I want to waste not a cent but a million dollars! But what can I do? We are people who have to cherish the people’s taxes.”

Edward smiled brightly and put his hand on Siwoo’s back and led him into the room.

He entered the office and handed him an appointment letter and an HSIU notebook on his desk.

“Here, take it.”

“. . . Is that it?”

“That’s it.”

“. . . . . .”

Siwoo looked at Edward like he was a worm.

“Oh, I see. Ahem!”

Edward straightened his posture and cleared his voice, unable to withstand his gaze.

Soon after, a clear voice flowed out of his mouth.

“In the name of Edward C. Blackwood, Vice President of the 〈HSIU International Headquarters〉, I swear to dedicate your blood and iron to justice. Then we will become your shield and your bullet, and do you swear to destroy evil together?”

“I swear.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

Edward put his hands on his waist with a satisfied face.

“Anything else?”

Siwoo smiled and opened the notebook.

It was in the form of an HSIU ID card, just like the one he had seen in movies like CIA or FBI.

“If you show that around, it will be okay to some extent. The treatment is different if you belong to the HSIU of the headquarters, not the HSIU of each country.”

In fact, as the world’s only international organization that investigates awakened criminals, its prestige was not inferior to any other organization.

“I’m not interested in that.”

“You. . . will be.”

【𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.】

“Hmm.”

“Where did you get such a cheap pet? It’s like looking at Min Siwoo 10 years ago without the dreadlocks.”

“What theㅡ”

【𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠.】

“Oh. What was his name? Pre? He seems like he would be easy to communicate with.”

“Can you both shut up?”

Siwoo blocked Pre’s snout and shoved him into his pocket.

“Do you have any schedules after this?”

“Of course I do.”

“What is it?”

“Dinner with me.”

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ᴀ𝘸ᴇ𝕓𝚜𝔱ᴏ𝔯𝚒ᴇṡ.ċ̇𝐨𝘮

The place they arrived at was a restaurant that could not be entered by anyone at first glance.

When they went to the entrance, the staff greeted them politely and guided them to the reserved seat.

They were led to a private room and sat down, and soon after, the prepared food filled the table.

“Did you spend a lot of money?”

“Let me tell you, this is not public money. I’m paying for it with my own money.”

“It’s not like you, the son of a famous count, to do such a thing.”

“My predecessor said, ‘Make a scene even if you have to create it.’”

“And that predecessor lost half of his fortune in gambling?”

“. . .Why don’t you shut your oaky mouth when someone else is buying you things?”

As Edward pointed a knife at Siwoo, Siwoo smiled and finished eating.

“By the way, that pet. . . He eats well. He eats better than us.”

Edward was amazed at the sight of Pre putting a whole rib eye steak in his mouth and grumbling.

Usually, the summoned beasts or warhorses that Hunters bring with them hardly eat.

This was because their main nutrient was magic power, not food.

【𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲~ 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.】

‘𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.’

Edward smiled at Pre and made up his mind.

After finishing the meal, Siwoo asked first.

“So, what do you have to say?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going.”

“You’re quick to notice.”

Edward wiped his mouth with a napkin and took a sip of water.

“There’s an organization you asked me to find out about.”

“. . . Did you find anything?”

“Wasn’t it 〈Pandemonium〉?”

Siwoo nodded.

In fact, this was the reason why he transferred to the HSIU headquarters.

It was very difficult to gather or extract information from the lower ranks of the 〈HSIU Korean Branch〉.

Of course, if he asked Baek Geon-ho or Edwin, they would have figured it out enough.

However, it was not in Siwoo’s personality to do so.

He would ask for a favor, but he had to jump into the center and get the information himself to get his fill.

“At first, I thought it was related to those IZIZ bastards. It’s no exaggeration to say that it’s related to 80% of the terrorism that’s happening these days.”

“But?”

“But. . . it was as you expected.”

“Ha.”

Siwoo ruffled his hair.

He had hoped it wouldn’t be as expected.

Why are bad feelings always right?

“So those bastards are in the endㅡ.”

“Yes. They were associated with the demon race.”

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𝘢𝚠ė̇𝚋𝔰𝘵ᴏ𝚛ɪ𝘦s.𝕔𝘰𝘮

A desert area in Nevada, USA.

On a dark evening when even the stars were hidden, a man with a hood over his head was walking through a rocky area.

The cliff with an incredibly high height was steep enough to drag you to death if you took even one step wrong.

He walked through the darkness as if he was familiar with it.

The man who finally arrived at his destination.

However, the surroundings were filled with the same rocks and boulders.

There were no houses or lights in this place full of the dry desert wind.

The man went down below the cliff and took out a ring from his arms and brought it to the rock.

Clatter.

Then, a gap large enough for an adult man to enter opened, and the man disappeared.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The interior lights gradually appeared, and soon after, a huge research institute appeared.

About a hundred researchers seemed to be busy doing something.

The man looked around for a while, then pulled his hood down deeply and entered a corridor on one side.

The lights gradually dimmed again, and a laboratory appeared before his eyes.

〈4th Research Lab〉

The man opened the door and went inside.

An old man reading a magic book in one corner of the room full of red lights raised his head.

“What brings you here. . . .”

The old man’s voice sounded rough, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

The man brought a chair in the corner and sat down near the old man.

“Doctor, how is the research going?”

“Can’t you see it when you look?”

The old man called the doctor answered with his whitish eyebrows wriggling.

“I know you’re researching. But what we want is results, not the process.”

“You’re impatient and hasty.”

“Be careful not to speak out of turn when we’re helping each other.”

“There’s no one else but you anyway.”

“That’s true, but.”

The man put his hand in his arms and took out a bottle filled with black liquid.

A thick liquid of less than 100㎖.

Then, the old man’s eyes sparkled when he saw the bottle, and his hands began to tremble.

The man placed the bottle on the doctor’s table with a thud.

“Let me say it again. . . Doctor, you’re addicted to this.”

“Keukheukheuk.”

However, the doctor didn’t listen to him and inserted an empty syringe into the mouth of the bottle and sucked up the liquid.

Then, he injected it into his arm as if he was used to it, letting the black liquid flow in.

“This is not a drug.”

“I. . . know.”

The doctor took out the syringe and threw it in the trash.

He sighed and gulped down the water next to him.

“It’s not my place to say this, but this won’t change you.”

“Phantom is talkative today.”

“I was bored because I was alone on my way here.”

“Crazy bastard.”

The doctor glared at him and turned his gaze back to the magic book.

The man with the hood on his head put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the chair.

The magic book the doctor was reading now was not an ordinary book.

A black magic book that the organization had barely obtained.

The book, written in an ancient language, was not something that even those who knew a little about magic circuits could understand.

That’s why they brought in the doctor to study it.

“First of all, there was an opinion from above that we should try at least one within this month.”

“So?”

“What do you mean, so? You’ve been researching all this time, so let’s try one first. Don’t you think about my position as I make excuses for the doctor?”

At the man’s words, the doctor clicked his tongue after opening his mouth.

That damn phantom bastard pretends to be pitiful even though he’s not.

However, the doctor did not refute it.

He must have gained ‘power’, and the timing was perfect for testing.

“Okay. But I’ll decide where to experiment.”

“To that extent. . . I’ll compromise.”

The doctor gathered magic power at his fingertips.

The blue magic power turned into pitch-black magic and exuded a fierce aura.

“Do you have a place in mind?”

“I found an interesting place on the Internet this time.”

He looked at the world map on the wall and flicked his finger.

Then, magic power dug into a certain point and left a black mark.

“That’s. . . Ah, the one that was on the news?”

“It’s a place called Korea.”

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