166. How do you like my gloves?
Park Ho-soon closed his eyes tightly and opened them.
‘What did I say earlier?’
He said the accident costs would be handled by the head office.
In Ho-sun’s eyes, he saw a mess with Gwang-ik running around.
What can I do? People come first.
Hosun also agreed with that statement.
However, I am just worried about what happens next.
‘I thought you said things weren’t going well at the company these days.’
“situation.”
A communication came in from a walkie-talkie used in case of an emergency.
It was a reinforcement group.
“On the verge of eliminating the threat.”
Hosun said reflexively.
“Remove the threat?”
The reinforcements asked back.
“Property damage rapidly increases.”
Park Ho-soon spoke calmly about what was in front of him.
The agent who joined as reinforcements warned him.
“You must not underestimate the weak Invader energy.”
“You can look down on me.”
Park Ho-sun answered while looking outside with blank eyes.
“What about hostage conditions?”
“Zero deaths, um, majority of injuries.”
Where do you have the spirit to count them all?
Park Ho-soon was just curious about when this battle would end.
No, battle, that is an insult to the word battle.
This is not a battle.
It was a beating.
It was refreshing in its own way, but the problem was the weapon Gwangik used.
“You crazy bastard.”
I know because I heard rumors. I just knew.
Park Ho-sun, who saw it with his own eyes today, was sure of two things.
First, Yoo Gwang-ik’s abilities cannot even be compared to that of any decent immortal.
Two, that kid is not normal.
Gwangik’s shout was heard from below.
“Take it, rocket punch.”
Boom.
It is a crash sound similar to an explosion.
Thinking about what happened afterwards, that didn’t really sound cheerful.
Still, it doesn’t change the fact that I saved someone.
No matter how you look at it, Yoo Kwang-ik was a great agent.
* * *
My fellow panda brother said.
Don’t kill him, make him incapable of combat.
But the one who was kicked by me earlier and the one who was blown away by the storm got up again.
“Hehehe, let me experience a nightmare that will never end, give me, give me, give me.”
“Is it buffering?”
The guy kept stuttering. If you wait for me to finish speaking, the sun will rise, you child.
“Lord, kill me!”
This is the guy with the vein on his forehead.
Jang Pil-ho, I’m also the guy whose face I saw on TV.
I don’t know how it got into that state, but it’s none of my business.
I crossed my arms as I watched the people rushing towards me.
You can’t kill them all with a gun, but should you catch them one by one and break their ankles?
Hwarim will take care of the damage, right?
“Hey, Hosun, this is me doing the work instead of the special forces. “Don’t forget.”
I will have to take care of my labor costs later.
I am no longer part of Hwarim, so if I work, I have to get paid.
“what?”
“Don’t forget, I’m a freelancer.”
“What nonsense, hey, front, front.”
He is immortal. Instead of shouting, the voice only contains urgency.
Even if it wasn’t Hosun’s words, the presence of those approaching was clear.
I jumped to the side.
A human fist passed by where I was.
“careful!”
I could also hear the manager’s shout. I had some time to spare, so I glanced around and saw my head peeking out of the car.
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I saw Lee Yu-na looking at me with her fists clenched, as if she was nervous.
The reinforced human attacked again.
Pump your fist and swing your knife.
I dodged it with a gap of about half a fist.
Sway, duck, step.
I arch my back, dodge the fist, dig into the arms of the guy wielding the kitchen knife, and plant my foot.
The guy who fell suddenly rolled to the side.
As I looked at it, I kicked the ground.
It is a footwork that escapes the opponent’s line of sight.
The guys running towards me were obvious, but too obvious.
They only had two arms and two legs, no firearms, cold weapons, and even short weapons.
The attack range is limited. You couldn’t threaten me like this.
As I was moving, I saw something that could be used as a weapon.
He is an ordinary person whose body has been strengthened, so he catches every single person who attacks him and causes fractures all over his body. He needed the right tools.
Kwasik.
I stuck my fingertips into the bonnet of a car parked on one side of the parking lot.
When it comes to the power of the shapeshifters, this is no problem.
thud.
I have already learned the battle of the shapeshifters.
One of them came to mind.
It was also something I really liked.
“Don’t let your opponent think about attacking you. Take control, you know?”
My uncle said, and my mother sparred and showed me.
I almost fell.
But why does this car have a bonnet as a trunk?
I stuck my fingertips in like a knife, but I felt empty inside.
I saw a mark where the horse had raised its front legs.
“That’s it, Porsche!”
said the stutterer.
In a situation like this, shouldn’t you be surprised by something like this?
“… … “It’s 300 million.”
The manager said, still sticking his head out the window.
I swung my right hand too.
It was aimed at the car parked right next to it.
Kwasik.
This time it’s the bonnet. I put my hand in a position where it wouldn’t damage the engine, and turned around while holding on to something I could grab.
“Maybach.”
It’s the voice of the manager.
Was that guy a tea enthusiast? Explain everything in detail.
I strengthened my arms.
Strength went into my biceps, triceps, and all of my arm muscles.
The car was lifted straight up.
“How do you like my gloves?”
I asked for reviews.
“Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi.”
“I want to go crazy.”
There was a lot of buffering, so I finished the sentence.
What was this song? It was a girl group song.
I want to go Mimi Mimi Mimi.
I want to jump, jump, jump, jump.
These were the lyrics.
My uncle is a fan of girl groups from the 2000s. I heard this in a sad tone during training.
I swung both hands like that.
“300 million punch.”
He also added words.
bang.
A human being who was involved in a collision with a car was blown away.
Crackling, crunching.
It was natural that one of the arms or legs would be broken.
I just controlled my strength.
I did it countless times while training.
The foundation of transformation is moderation.
After resection, it is control.
“Maybach uppercut.”
I excitedly scanned the floor and punched the Mercedes.
T-di-di-di-ding.
The car’s bumper cracked and sparks flew out on the parking lot floor.
And my punch sent the three guys flying into the air again.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, rice cake.
Thump thud.
Three people walked out in unique ways.
“Gandaaa.”
As I spoke, I tried to strike a fighting pose with both hands, but gave up.
This glove is a bit big.
I ran and swung.
The Porsche and Maybach were worth the money.
After about 30 people were blown up, it lost its original appearance, but it still did its job.
“Take it! Rocket Punch.”
He threw the half-shredded Porsche.
The flying vehicle broke your leg again.
“You, you, what, what are you?”
Jang Pil-ho, the guy who is now the host said.
Why does that guy seem to be stuttering more and more?
“I’m a bodyguard.”
So, I’m Lee Yu-na’s bodyguard, and I’m working part-time for a little while at her earnest request.
“Well, you could say I’m a part-time worker.”
Because this is not the main mission.
“All in, charge.”
The remaining guys rushed at the words of host Jang Pil-ho.
There are about ten people left.
bang.
I threw the Maybach and caught them one by one and threw them against the wall of the building.
Even though his head was broken and bleeding, he attacked me and stepped on both my ankles, breaking them.
It’s strengthened so you won’t die like this.
If this place were all ordinary people, it would have been the scene of mass murder.
Well, they didn’t commit a crime, they were manipulated, so there’s no need to kill them all.
There is the ability to control it without having to kill it.
So, take your time.
“Hey, why are you using that car?”
I heard Hosun’s voice.
“It tastes good.”
I also gave a wink to my classmate.
I don’t know why, but this guy’s complexion is very bad.
I shook my hands and looked straight ahead again.
“Do you want more?”
Jang Pil-ho, a celebrity who has gone out of fashion, is the only one left.
Those who had a roughly mixed-race transformation and were in their fifties were able to go from quarters to pull-ups.
For the average immortal, it may be a dizzying force to fight alone.
What about me?
It’s the level of exercise after a meal.
Our Pilho clenched his molars.
Drizzle.
I could see the jaw muscles rising above the skin.
My eyes also turned redder.
I looked at the host, Jang Pil-ho, from head to toe.
It seems like he only recently awakened his abilities.
The problem was that my sense of smell picked up a strange smell.
It is the scent of Invaders.
It’s very pale.
It was to the point where I didn’t even think that the actual Invaders were here, so the lingering scent of the chicken delivery passing by me was just that.
The smell remains, but the subject is not visible.
No, it’s not invisible. Are you hiding well? The smell started to get stronger.
Should I call Panda again?
I couldn’t tell if killing the host would solve them or make the problem worse.
While he was thinking for a moment, Jang Pil-ho, the host, was grinding his molars and twisting his entire body muscles.
I’m debating whether to keep this up or call him. There was no need for that. I heard a shout from behind.
“A long time.”
It’s a voice I know.
“Is Gwitae okay?”
I answered.
“I wish I were dead, but I’m alive and well because I’m immortal.”
Is this a joke or serious?
It was Woo Mi-ho, the agent who secretly pretended to be popular behind the scenes.
“support?”
Woo Miho hates wasting time. He knows it well. She immediately got to the point.
“The other day, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky. It disappeared as if the black hole energy was projected onto it. “I thought it was a machine error and moved on.”
Woo Miho clicked and loaded the pistol.
Woo Mi-ho did not take her eyes off her opponent, Jang Pil-ho. It was a cautious attitude.
He continued speaking in that state.
“Now that I look at it, it seems that the gap I thought was an error was not an error.”
“what?”
I asked back.
Woo Miho blinked a few times.
Since he wasn’t wearing a helmet, his eyes were clear and clean.
The eyes are a mixture of black and brown.
Perhaps it was a process of organizing his thoughts, and he continued speaking one after another.
“What if the black hole opened a gap and the Invaders came out? Since it was in the air, it would naturally have been an object capable of flight and weak enough not to be detected by radar. “There are few people like that.”
I thought from the beginning, this kid has really good hair.
It is inversely proportional to personality.
“The Invader is a desire worm, and the host is believed to have used the desire worm to mentally control people around it. The reason it became the first host for a desire worm that cannot control a special species is timing. “It can be assumed that the egg was hatched just before becoming a special species with superpowers.”
Light shines in the eyes. It is a brain that can figure out the cause of what has happened just by looking at the situation.
I almost clapped my hands.
“Have the company released the analysis results?”
This is essentially what the analysis team does.
Finding the reason, identifying the cause, and preparing for it.
“no.”
Woo Miho shook her head.
So, this is a conclusion that I really came to by thinking on my own.
It’s surprising how well your head works.
Looking closely, Miho continued speaking.
“Because the result is already in front of you, it is the final form of desire.”
This means that if there is a result, it is easy to find the cause, but is it really that easy?
Most kids pass by without even knowing what is happening right in front of their eyes.
After hearing the explanation, I also realized what had happened.
It was an incident that occurred due to the overlapping of supernatural powers and lust.
“Kwaaah!”
The host, Jang Pil-ho, ripped out his head.
The hair was torn off and scattered in the air.
Blood flowed from my scalp. The same goes for red, bloodshot eyes.
I also had a nosebleed. Blood also flowed from the corner of my mouth.
Tuk-tuk.
Between the nose, ears, muzzle, eyes, and scalp where scratches were made with fingernails.
Something that looked like a plant stem or tentacle came out of a hole at the top of Jang Pil-ho’s neck.
“It’s a long-lived desire. It’s worth researching. Above all, because it controlled the blood of a special species.”
“To put it simply?”
“It’s expensive. Damage to civilians is expected.”
Woo Miho, possessed by Sherlock Holmes, looked away and said.
The tentacles were spreading out in all directions, reaching out to everyone around them.
The moment that tentacle touches, a new slave will be born.
Or should I just kill him?
“Weakness.”
I asked.
“Cut off the head and it’s over. The greedy bug would have only eaten the brain.”
Miho answered.
“Aaaah!”
Tentacles also climbed up the walls of the building.
People were curious and stuck their heads out of the windows inside the building.
I was watching what was going on with my manager.
They scream.
If it causes damage if you leave it, then you can just not leave it there.
It was easy to talk about it if it meant killing him.
I just wasn’t sure about it until now.
I took a step forward.
Add strength to your muscles and split time.
To put it simply, it means kicking the ground with force.
Goong.
Dash, a basic art of shapeshifters that allows an immortal to step out of the range of their senses with just one step.
I saw it kicking the ground and running.
The tentacles came together like a coil and made a drill-like shape towards me.
I looked at it and stretched out my left fist.
I guess they think I’m wearing gloves for no reason.
This was because it was harder to control the force when hitting with bare fists.
Extend your left fist at the timing of stepping forward with your left foot.
Won, it’s a jab.
Even though I reflexively have a two-straight stance.
pop.
It wasn’t really necessary.
The acceleration and the transformation group’s super strength combined to explode the tentacle drill created by the opponent.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The other person was looking behind me with his eyes open in surprise.
The gaze hasn’t even reached me yet.
This stutterer can’t even follow my shadow with his visual acuity.
He scanned his waist with his right hand, pulled out the knife, and held it back.
I drew it once horizontally and once vertically.
With the first cut, the stuttering host’s head was cut off, and with the second cut, the head was split lengthwise.
widely.
The right foot followed by the left foot touched the ground.
The fight is over.
A tentacle head that fell off.
The tentacles that were targeting everyone stopped. I lost my strength and fell to the floor.
“If it’s okay to kill, it’s already over.”
When I saw that, I said.
And looking at that day, Woo Miho said.
“You are not an ordinary immortal.”
He is a mixed race immortal. It’s also a transformation race mixed race.
There is no need to say it out loud.
Instead, it is. He asked, holding the fallen head in both hands.
“Shall I give you this?”
He said it was worth researching.
In other words, this means it is expensive.
Be it the Old Force, the Excuracy, the Supernatural Society, or any officially supported research institute.
The emergence of new phenomena is always a subject of research.
They buy this with money.
So it’s expensive.
And I know Woo Miho. Throughout my time at work, I ignore even when interpersonal relationships within the company are cold, and I ignore even when someone criticizes me.
The kid who ignores everything reacts to money.
If Jeong Jeong-nam was a hyena who was greedy for achievements, Woo Mi-ho was the type of hunter whose eyes lit up at the sight of additional rewards and bounties.
So I brought this up just in case.
Woo Miho rarely stopped speaking and gave an anguished look in her eyes.
“Research value, that is, expensive.”
I added.
Woo Miho swallowed her saliva at my words.
It was a very coveted sight.
fantasy,