302. Just Walking (1)
“The boss seems busy, so have someone in charge come out.”
The atmosphere was strange.
Has there ever been a gang that raided a black market?
No, there were a lot.
There was even a time when the government declared war on the country and the police came in.
Therefore, it is an uncommon occurrence.
Because this kind of thing happened so often, those who have been in the market for a long time have seen this kind of scene often.
But this was a little different.
Black market locals chatted with the naked Thunderbolt as he emerged from the alley and harassed the nearby merchants.
“It’s great to go alone.”
“It doesn’t look like it was sent by any organization.”
“It even hides the face. It’s a holographic mask.”
Among them, there were many who had a good eye.
This was a black market, a place where merchants gathered. The eye for goods was so good that it could beat even the researcher of a large corporation.
“They say that these days, because of the Seochoi Special, young special agents are running around without knowing what’s going on. Tsk.”
There were also many who clicked their tongues.
Something strange has been happening among the young special species lately.
The number of people who engage in vigilante activities such as eliminating criminal organizations under the guise of “learning to live the best life in the world” has increased.
Some of them used this as an excuse to steal, but funnily enough, they even fought among themselves and had midnight rituals.
It’s a social problem.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that the Ministry of Public Administration and Security or the police had any complaints about Gwangik.
Because it wasn’t the right atmosphere.
It wasn’t Gwangik’s fault either.
Some of the merchants turned out to be thieves who had fallen into the hero mentality of honesty.
“You came here with the intention of doing so. It’s quite something.”
“Where are you from? That.”
It’s not just merchants who have a keen eye.
There are many people who go back and forth to the black market.
There were also retired combat-type special types.
There are currently many mercenaries working on the front lines.
Their eyes followed the traces of honesty’s movements.
You can’t tell their origins just by looking at a few movements, but there are bound to be differences in the way they fight, whether they’re immortal, shapeshifters, or superpowered special species.
Among them, a retired mercenary with high standards opened his mouth with his arms crossed.
“It’s clean. I learned it properly. It smells like an immortal and a shapeshifter, but its power is light transformation.”
He was a peculiar man.
However, no one took it seriously.
Where is this place?
The residence of the king of back alleys, the noise market.
How many assassins are there at the level of the Immortal Church?
“That guy, he won’t be able to see the sun tomorrow morning.”
The retired mercenary added a word of pity.
It’s common to enter the black market wearing a holographic mask.
The CEO of a new company who was listening from behind and the special species called the hero of humanity were also wearing masks.
The head of a certain company did not agree with the retired mercenary’s words, but did not open his mouth.
Because there was no need to do that.
* * *
Honesty has grown a lot.
I felt it even after getting hit a few times.
That skill has really improved a lot.
Especially when I used light transformation and jumped right after getting hit a few times during sparring, I saw that the staying power was several times longer than before.
Looking at that, my mother’s words came to mind again.
“What is the foundation? It is physical strength.”
It’s something I heard every day while climbing the mountain.
Even though he was immortal, transformed, and had not yet awakened, he used to climb cliffs.
“A good spirit rests above physical strength.”
That’s what my mother said.
It was a cliff that I climbed with only a rope tied around my waist.
It was really dizzying at that time.
I didn’t even know my mother was a shapeshifter.
I held on tight, feeling like if I fell I would end up diving off the cliff with my mother.
My mother’s theory that everything will be solved if I increase my physical strength has been proven.
Jeongjiki’s superpower has blossomed.
That honest man was now in the middle of the noise market, knocking down every single guy who came rushing at him.
A guy who rushes in with determination.
A guy who just attacks without paying attention.
A guy who rushes in with a competitive spirit.
There were also shape-shifters who attacked in their transformed form, and the tactics used to deal with them were impressive.
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Honesty showed him the light transformation several times. He used it as bait.
As he ran head-on into the charge of the shapeshifters, Jeongjik’s body became blurred, and the shapeshifters reflexively turned their bodies around.
With the intention of striking down the honesty that passes through him immediately.
And honesty used photoconversion as a trick.
It was a great painting.
He then stabbed the back of the head of the deceived shape-shifter with his elbow like an awl.
The shapeshifter foamed at the mouth at the weight of the blow.
I found myself clapping my hands without realizing it.
“oh.”
With admiration.
There were a few people around me who had a keen eye for detail.
Jeongjik showed great skills, but I thought the black market’s power was also considerable.
If you want to hire mercenaries for hard work, isn’t it better to go to the black market rather than the sunny side?
It was worth it.
The assassin’s movements felt more stealthy than those seen in the Immortal Church.
The net of senses that had been spread out in all directions from long ago caught it.
Can I really just leave this alone?
I suggested eating black market food.
When Banggutae heard that, he got excited and said he would do it right away.
Kim Yohan sighed and said, “Is it work again?”
Jeong Gi-nam said that if he left him behind this time, he would teach him magic and put a curse on him for the rest of his life.
You little shit, I’m under a curse.
Kim Geun-yuk and Jeong Ji-jik are the type of people who just do whatever they are told to do.
Rose asked for some free time because she was busy.
Hye-min, what are you talking about? She said she’d follow me if I went.
And Umiho and Panda.
They asked for three days and after that, I was given one task.
“Just look.”
“You’ll do this on your own. You say it’s for practical use?”
The two of them said that and planned a plan without telling me.
But just leave it like this?
Jeongjik takes a drag on his cigarette. Half cursing, he looks for the manager or the person in charge again, and kicks the pot right next to him.
The pot owner got hit in the jaw while shouting at him.
Is that kid’s vocation as a gangster?
The back of the alley is honest. Since it is underground, it is dark and no light can penetrate.
It seemed as if at any moment a hand would shoot out from behind him and plunge a knife into Honesty’s neck.
Child, don’t even move your seat.
Perhaps intoxicated by his boasting, he leaned against the alley wall and smoked a cigarette.
After that, a shadow seeps in. It’s the immortal’s way of killing the presence. It was excellent.
If we leave it like this, the blade will cut Jeongjik’s neck?
Can I really just leave it alone?
Panda and Umiho also said something like that.
Whatever happens, don’t interfere.
I tried to shake my head.
“If you’re going to treat your employees like your burden, why did you start a company?”
My mother’s words touched my heart.
That was right.
So I left it to see.
It would be sad if Jeongjik died, but what can I do?
The road ahead will be rougher.
Of course, I still reflexively grabbed a hand bullet in my hand.
I can sense the immortal assassin watching for his opportunity.
If you mess up, I’ll shoot you.
When you make up your mind and sharpen your senses.
A new sensation passed through the net of my senses.
It’s a near-perfect silencer.
It’s the level I’ve only seen from the Phoenix team, including my father.
Or, it’s something you can only feel from the super elite of the pureblood political class.
In some ways, it’s a better way to kill someone than the Immortal Church’s assassins.
The protagonist catches up with the assassin.
Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel it and read the situation.
The assassin reflexively felt the presence and turned his body.
The second immortal to appear used it as a trick.
To deceive one’s senses.
Throw the first dead sound.
While the opponent was reacting, he grabbed him from behind and stuck a knife into his neck.
Professional movements and actions that do not even make a small noise.
The second immortal dragged the assassin into the alley.
It is a series of actions that no one present noticed.
The situation is over.
The second immortal was the dogwood Jeong Gi-nam.
Umiho, do you really have everything planned out?
“Oh, where is the boss?”
Things get weird. A troublemaker and a bunch of thugs are ruining the black market ecosystem.
* * *
Ki-nam reminisced about the time he spent with Gwang-ik.
That time, it was dense. It was strong.
“Don’t try to catch up with everything. You can’t. You’re born different. But you can overcome one thing, just one thing. Find that.”
My brother was harsh.
Ki-nam felt a sense of superiority towards Gwang-ik.
I don’t think there’s such a thing as mixed race.
At first, I couldn’t accept that I was being pushed around by a mixed-blood, but who could say that after seeing Gwangik now?
Ginam made up his mind.
As time passed, Gwangik left the company and he joined NS.
Kinam had to work hard.
So as not to fall behind.
So that we don’t fall further behind, let alone catch up.
It was not the time to be picky about cold rice and hot rice.
On his day off, he went to his parents’ house without telling his brother.
“You didn’t come when the family came looking for you, but now you’re coming to find me?”
The gaze of the head of household is sharp. His speech is sharp.
The relationship between Pureblood Jeongga and Gwangik is not friendly.
There is also talk recently that they are putting pressure on the government.
I am the one who joined the company founded by such a crazy person.
There were also requests to return to the pureblood family, but they fell on deaf ears.
What’s more, a few days ago, my older brother turned our family home upside down.
“If we continue like this, we will fail. We must throw away what needs to be thrown away and throw away what needs to be thrown away.”
Jeong Ho-nam, my brother spoke without even sitting down.
“what?”
“Cut off ties with those who talk behind your back.”
Gaju snorted.
“You’re going to accuse me of something without any evidence?”
This is a pure-blooded political party that has already taken a step towards collapse.
However, as the saying goes, even if a rich man goes bankrupt, his fortune lasts for three generations, so there was still some room left.
My brother made a sound to cut down a few of those pillars of strength.
Terrorist groups, irregular criminal organizations, a bunch of mad scientists.
They were one of the sources of income for the government.
“This is not an order, this is a request, Father.”
“Call me Gaju.”
A ghost tied to the honor of an old era.
He’s an old fart who’s stuck in the past.
The house has changed so much.
The old family wasn’t like this.
He was a man who moved forward. He was a man who shed blood to protect his family.
Now, even Gi-nam knows what Ho-nam is trying to do.
What does my brother want?
“Do you want to move the family as you wish? Then you should take the position of the head of the family. Put a leash around my neck and throw me into the sea. I will not die, but will come back and bite off your head.”
Gaju spoke with bloodshot eyes. It was obvious that he had lost his composure.
Even without trying to figure out what was going on, everything was visible.
That’s the way it is.
“Bigi, I want to learn what the Vision family had.”
“… … It seems like he came to collect a debt.”
“That’s not it, though.”
Kinam hesitated to speak.
“Once, just once, no matter what, Se-Choi-Teuk will stand on the side of the family.”
There is a price to pay for the deal. Kinam has sold a part of his future to move forward.
As I was looking down at the castle, I stopped when someone grabbed my arm.
It’s Jeong Su-ra-da.
An immortal who developed his abilities during a family crisis. As a result, he ended up standing by the head of the household and was given the nickname of ‘the prophet one inch ahead.’
Gwangik was also an immortal who saved his child.
“house owner.”
She stopped the family.
There was a need to be cool-headed.
If Yoo Gwang-ik had been a member of the Immortal Special Forces in the past,
Now he was the representative of NS,
It was the most special,
He’s a blue knight slayer.
Then what about Jeong Gi-nam?
‘The two are not close.’
Jeongsu watched Yoo Gwangik right next to him.
On the outside he looks like a crazy guy, but the reality is a little different.
‘Take care of people.’
He also saves a lot. Ki-nam’s current position is as a friend of Gwang-ik.
That’s what Jeongsu thought.
If Gi-nam works hard for his family, will Gwang-ik let it go?
The calculation called Jeongsu was fast.
She whispered in the master’s ear.
Because he is immortal, he speaks very quietly, just enough to be heard by the family.
The man who heard the whisper had a blank expression.
He opened his mouth a few times and then stopped.
Then he stared at Gi-nam for a long time and then said.
“Good. However, it’s not my fault that the actor lacks talent.”
“I’ll take care of that.”
You can teach, but you can’t blame them for not learning.
Ki-nam did not stand here with half-hearted determination.
I wasn’t happy that my idea was accepted.
It was Lee Dong-hoon’s idea.
I gave Dong-Hoon a large sum of money for this.
I wanted to get some advice, but it turned out that the person I was talking to was someone who charged a consultation fee.
‘You’re pretty crazy too.’
I don’t think it was like that during the Immortal Special Forces days.
It’s all because of that bastard Yoo Gwang-ik.
A stinky farting bastard.
The Immortal Special Forces orientation is a time engraved in his mind.
Therefore, Yoo Gwang-ik is a farter.
As I continued to think, my tongue moved on its own.
“Are you a new mother?”
Kinam blurted out something that sounded like a joke without realizing it.
Towards Jeong Su-ra and Ga-ju.
“… … Are you half-crazy?”
The head of the household answered.
At those words, Ginam reflected.
I can’t even say it was a joke. The atmosphere was a mess.
“Is this a provocation?”
The head of the household asked again.
“That was a slip of the tongue.”
‘Why would I say something that only a farter would say?’
Ki-nam thought that he had unknowingly said something provocative because of his past bad relationship with the head of the household.
It’s self-rationalization.
Ki-nam didn’t know that he was also influenced by Gwang-ik.
