329. Don’t leave it to luck (1)
“It’s tough.”
The opponent said so and shook his hand.
I don’t know his name, but his nickname was famous.
Also known as hungry dog.
He’s not a member of a terrorist group, but he’s a son of a bitch with a bounty on his head.
In fact, it was a transformation that turned into a hound, and the word was a baby.
That kid was also a crazy kid who liked to hug pretty girls, preferably immortal girls.
When raping a woman, he chews off her shoulders or head with his Doberman head.
A collection of desires true to instinct.
A former trainee at the UK-based conglomerate Excuracy, he was overcome by his instincts, killed three of his classmates, and escaped.
As you can see, I became a piece of trash who got involved in this kind of thing to satisfy my desires and make money.
Estimated combat power is that of a Prometheus executive.
Umiho organized the information in her head.
Things were bad.
It wasn’t like this when I first got pushed out of the explosion.
‘Bad luck.’
When the explosion occurred, Umiho predicted what would happen next.
It was only natural that the opponent would send a strike team to carry out a purge operation.
I would have done the same myself.
The problem was that there were only Banggutae and Umiho here.
‘It’s hard to call it a coincidence.’
Because as soon as the explosion occurred, Bangtue covered himself.
Thanks to that, I avoided the rocks that suddenly fell from above my head, but I was trapped in a passage that was clearly like an ant hole dug by the terrorists.
I also came face to face with such an opponent.
The opponent was bad. Very bad.
“Miho.”
It’s a fart.
He tried to put on his helmet, which was half-split in front, but he took it off and dropped it down.
His left ear was half-crushed and bleeding profusely.
“Let me ask you a favor.”
I have a favor to ask in this situation.
“what?”
Umiho asked back. Then Gwitae gathered all his strength and opened his mouth.
“Cross your legs. I can see your panties.”
Umiho almost burst out laughing.
This crazy fart.
This damn fart.
Umiho chose Bangguitae as the only crazy guy in NS who can compete with Gwangik.
People around me used to say that too.
It is said that the fourth Choi-tto is comparable to the third Choi-tto.
The world’s strongest troll and the troll whose love is the best.
The company is doing well.
Umiho held back her laughter.
The pain radiating from my left thigh helped me keep myself from laughing.
The situation was grim.
The first blow broke and tore his left leg. He acted like a perverted, hungry dog, but he was a professional in combat.
It was right after I got out of the explosion.
Before she could come to her senses, a heavy blade flew out of the darkness. Umiho’s thigh was cut by the blade that ran through the cave wall.
It would have been better if it had been a hail of bullets.
Then the suit would have blocked it at first, and even if it had been pierced, it would have been able to withstand it with its regenerative power.
But the opponent used a well-made jungle sword.
The suit, which doubled as a bulletproof vest, did prevent the penetration of blades to some extent, but it was difficult to expect anything more than that.
The hungry dog struck the blade four times with force.
It all happened in an instant.
The impact was beyond the suit’s durability. The thigh bone was broken, and the suit, which had been cut by the blade, was rolled inward, cutting off half of the thigh.
That’s it, out of mobility.
The bastard was meticulous. As he swung his sword, he kicked away the rifle in Umiho’s hand and stabbed the pistol on her waist with the tip of his sword, sending it flying to the side.
If Gwi-tae hadn’t shot the laser rifle in such a hurry.
‘He might have died there.’
No, I wouldn’t have killed him.
Quickly.
That son of a bitch licking the blood off the blade with his tongue is a sadistic pervert.
‘I wonder if her head was bitten off after the r**e.’
The condition of the ears was not good.
Seeing him laughing with blood flowing from his ears, I can tell that he is not in a normal mental state.
His helmet was broken, and there were deep gashes all over his body.
Half of the blood on the hungry dog’s blade was Bang Gwi-tae’s.
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Instead of losing mobility, Gwi-tae blocked Umiho’s path, and the hungry dog cut Gwi-tae’s body with a knife as if playing with it.
Ting.
As I flicked the blade with my fingers, the vibration echoed through the passage walls and reached my ears.
That would have the effect of blocking the ears of the immortal who had keen hearing.
I think about it again and again.
‘He’s a pro.’
You could say he was a pro among pros.
The hungry dog moves again.
Cover your ears with the vibration of the blade being deflected and hide your body in the darkness.
Even if you hide in the darkness, you cannot avoid the eyes of an immortal to this extent, but your appearance has strangely become blurred.
He is a guy who has been holding out in the world of special forces as an independent.
There must be one or several hidden moves.
It’s probably one of those things now.
The moment he thought it was gone, the bastard fell from above Gwitae’s head.
Before I knew it, I was stuck to the ceiling and then fell down.
whiz.
The blade shook and was stabbed vertically.
Banggutae had no choice but to lift the laser rifle he was holding horizontally to block it.
Kkagagagagak!
The middle of the rifle was cut in half, sending sparks flying.
Bangtue kicked his right foot upward while holding the rifle.
phut.
A thin blade hidden in the sole of his boot rose. The hungry dog pressed down on the blade with more strength in both arms and swung its head sharply from top to bottom.
widely.
The bastard grabbed the blade with his mouth like that.
In the meantime, the rifle split in half.
Bangtue rolled backwards as the rifle was cut open. Then he grabbed his stomach.
Gulp.
Blood flowed between his fingers.
The skirmish just now left a hole in my ship.
‘when?’
It wasn’t even visible to Umiho’s eyes.
Instead of rushing at the hungry dog standing still, he twirled the palm-length needle in his left hand with his fingers.
In that short gap while he was swinging his sword, he stabbed Gwi-tae in the stomach with it.
That was exactly what a battle-worn shapeshifter would do.
“You dodge well. Is that, like, an immortal’s intuition?”
Enjoy it. I could tell without looking closely.
He was just enjoying this moment.
It was fun to have Umiho behind me, and the presence of Banggutae, who didn’t give up and kept pounding on me, was also fueling the sadistic desires of a hungry dog.
The hungry dog licked its lips with its tongue.
Just looking at it made me feel sick.
Because it is in a transformed state, its face is already that of a dog’s head. The shapeshifters also tend to have different transformation forms, but this one was closer to a beast-like form.
It made me sick to my stomach to see that guy speaking human language and licking his lips with his tongue.
Even if you want to carry out a tactic of throwing a few flashbang grenades and hand grenades and causing an explosion.
‘Then I guess we’ll all be buried together.’
Of course, if it’s too much trouble, I’ll do it that way.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
The ghost smiles.
This crazy guy must have decided to laugh when he’s sick.
Guitae opened his mouth as if he felt Umiho’s gaze.
“Don’t you think we’re dating since we’re alone?”
“… … Didn’t you just get a hole in your stomach? You didn’t get hit in the head, right?”
The two of them took advantage of the other’s composure and injected Blood Jacks into each other.
I also swallowed a few drugs.
But the two are of mixed blood, that is, of a different mixed blood from Yoo Gwang-ik.
I never dreamed of something like rapid replay.
Fart Tae-do also got one leg cut off. However, instead of it being cut in half, it was just a deep gouged wound.
It was the work of a hungry dog that struck the suit with its sword several times, eventually tearing a hole in it.
What a f*cking bastard.
Just now, I lost my laser rifle, which could have caused fatal damage to my opponent’s body.
And yet, they say the word ‘date’ while smiling.
Isn’t it obvious that there’s something wrong with your head?
“And with my legs like this, are you noticing my panties right now?”
“My name is Bang Gwi-tae. I’m a man who has always dreamed of being alone with the woman I love, but I never take advantage of this opportunity.”
What is he saying? Has this kid really lost his mind?
The hungry dog watched, grinning, as if it was amused.
Banggutae continued speaking.
“But you’re a man who speaks your mind. Will you marry me?”
The world is crazy.
“You’re not even dating?”
“As for dating, I’ll stop after marriage. My name is Bang Gwi-tae, and I’m a man who doesn’t live according to the rules of the world.”
Umiho found herself laughing heartily.
Umiho opened her mouth, laughing hysterically.
“Let’s do it, let’s do it.”
It was the first time he had laughed since he found out about the fart.
Their eyes met.
From the beginning until now, Gwi-tae has never lost his smile.
Bangtuae, who had turned around, muttered.
It was a voice that could not be heard by the other person, but only by the immortal sitting right behind him.
“Don’t give up, honey.”
You crazy bastard, honey.
If only my body was okay, I would have laughed out loud.
“Are you done playing?”
Srrrrrrrr.
The hungry dog twirled the knife in his hand here and there, then pushed the needle in his other hand diagonally.
A needle-shaped weapon, which could be considered an awl, made an eerie sound.
“Anyway, I’m going to eat it all up and down. It’s fun, a game of love.”
He talked and talked. He was quite a talkative guy.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to do since long ago. You’re immortal. Even if I cut and stab you a hundred times here and there, you won’t die, right? You always say that. If your mind doesn’t die, you won’t die.”
Immortals do not die easily unless their bodies are shattered into pieces of flesh.
However, if the mind becomes worn out, regeneration does not occur. Sadistic torture was one of the means of killing the immortal.
“I’m confident I can make it more fun than that torture investigator. You can look forward to it.”
The eyes of the hunting dog turned red as lust boiled over him.
It wasn’t a good sign.
The battle continues again.
The fart was pounced on.
Thanks to the blade that cut through the skin and the suit, it wasn’t long before Bang-Gwi-Tae was wearing a blood-soaked suit instead of his tattered trousers.
I got stabbed in the eye.
A sticky liquid flowed out from between the burst eyeballs.
My toes were cut off.
He didn’t even groan once. He just opened his mouth like he always did.
“My name is Banggutae. A man who never gives up.”
My whole body is covered in blood.
Ears are cut off. Fingernails are torn off. Fingers are cut off. Flesh is torn off.
“My name is Bangwitae, the man who beats trees until he falls over.”
Still, Bangtuae said.
The hungry dog swung his knife with great effort.
His ankle was cut off and his fart was spread out on the floor.
The hungry dog standing on top of it spun the needle around and around and stuck it into the back of his left hand.
Then, the ground and my palms became one.
Ting.
As he did something, small blades popped out from the needle pillar.
“This was originally a hunting tool for immortals.”
It is a type of sword that is inserted into the body and the blade sticks out and gets stuck there.
“My name is Bangguitae, the man who cuts down trees that don’t fall even after being hit a thousand times.”
That tree, what the hell is that?
“Okay, good job.”
Identical needles were inserted into the forearm, starting from the left wrist.
Soon one arm was stuck in the ground like some kind of butterfly specimen.
And Umiho, who was watching that, opened her mouth.
“Stop it, you horny little dog.”
The hungry dog sniffed at the tone of voice that was more excited than ever.
“I like it better when a woman rebels.”
The bastard turned around as he spoke.
There was a glimpse of excitement like a child welcoming a new toy, leaving behind the toy that had lost interest.
Because it was the face of a hunting dog, Umiho thought it was even more unlucky.
No, actually, there was no room for such thoughts to creep in.
Behind me, I could see the fartman with one arm crossed on the floor like a butterfly specimen.
Umiho, who was looking at that ghost, bit her molars and said.
“My name is Umiho, a woman who has decided not to give up.”
“……what?”
A hungry dog walked over and asked back.
Then he soon snickered. It didn’t matter what those two did. That’s what he thought.
That’s the moment when you hit the floor.
Tick.
Tick? What piece did you step on?
humming.
Directional explosive device.
It was a mine-shaped explosive that would shoot out iron balls the moment you stepped on it.
The hungry dog was in a hurry.
He first showed his full strength in this battle.
All the muscles in the body are instantly condensed, splitting time.
How many times have your life been threatened while living in a special world?
This wouldn’t even be considered a threat.
‘It can be avoided.’
This is the moment when a confident dog kicks the ground.
chin.
Someone grabbed my ankle. The timing was perfect. The dog lost his balance halfway.
The hungry dog’s body tilted to the side. As it tilted, it checked what had happened to its ankle.
“My name is Bangwitae.”
I could tell just by looking at the shape of his mouth. He was mumbling like that.
Both eyes were gouged out and invisible, the ears were cut off and bleeding profusely, and there was not a single intact part of any of the limbs.
In the meantime, he even stuck it in the ground.
It seemed like he would enjoy hearing about the fun he was having with Umiho.
But what is this?
‘이 미친 또라이 새끼가.’
Bangtue came crawling after cutting off my arm to kill me.
There was a long trace of his approach. The flowing blood drew a long line.
In the meantime, I killed the sound and didn’t feel anything approaching from behind.
Are all immortals like this?
No. Not all the immortals he met were like this. It couldn’t be like this.
The injured and exhausted Bangtue could no longer hold on to the hungry dog.
It was a blessing for the starving dog.
Bam!
As the explosion occurred, a hungry dog kicked the ground in a short space of time.
In an instant, I flew with all my might.
The iron ball shot upward with a loud bang. The explosion sent sparks flying like firecrackers, and tore a hole in the upper part of the passage.
A squeal of air escaped from the hole and a pile of dirt fell down.
It seemed as though it would collapse, but the passageway held on.
“Kkaaaah!”
Umiho heard a terrible scream. It was the scream of a shapeshifter who had given himself over to pain.
“These crazy bastards!”
The dog did not die. Instead, it bled profusely from its right shoulder to its waist.
The starving dog’s last gasp paid off.
He twisted his body, limiting the aftershock of the explosion to the right half of his body.
In the meantime, his right arm was blown off, but he still lived.
Krrrr.
Blood flowed from the corner of the hungry dog’s mouth. The dog tensed its arm muscles as it looked at the fallen Gwitae and Miho.
Crunch.
As the muscles tightened, the blood flow decreased.
Muscle control is the strength of the Transformers.
The dog just kept its gaze on me and roughly cleaned up my wound.
My murderous intent was boiling. I was even more angry that I had been defeated by two immortal idiots.
“You can’t kill someone nicely.”
As he says this, the bastard approaches.
It was a dizzying moment.
“My name is Bang Gwi-tae, I am a man who never gives up.”
The fart blocked his path again.
This crazy fart.
When I go back, I will really kiss you. If I come back alive, I will really do that.
Umiho thought about that and somehow got into a stance and looked for something that could be used as a weapon.
I see a sharp stone and pick it up. I support the ground with one knee and pick up the stone. It will be a one-sided fight that can hardly be called a battle.
Does that mean I should give up?
‘I am also a woman who never gives up, my name is Umiho.’
Umiho imitated Banggutae’s tone of voice inwardly. Banggutae’s back did not waver.
It seemed like he really didn’t have the slightest regret about dying like this.
It wasn’t Umiho. She was sad. That’s why she desperately wanted to live.
Thud thud.
It was the moment when a hungry dog came three or four steps closer with its fangs exposed and anger.
“Up to there.”
Someone intervened. To be exact, a large woman jumped out of the hole created by the explosion.
The hungry dog frowned at the sight.
