The drone flew across the hallway, scattering smoke.
The image is transmitted from the camera mounted on the body to the display. The screen shakes so much that it feels like you'll get motion sickness if you look at it for a long time.
'It's harder to operate than I thought.'
Anything is hard at first. Fortunately, the route was simple. After running through a straight corridor, it was the moment when I finally made a difficult turn at the corner.
'Is that it?'
We captured an armed mafia group.
The muzzles of the guns were all pointed at the floor. Bullets rained down on the drones that were gliding along the carpet. After a moment of dodging the bullets and moving forward, the screen quickly turned upside down.
Whether it was luck or skill, it was destroyed faster than expected.
'I need to practice operating it a bit more.'
But the results weren't bad.
The drone was well worth the price.
Kim Yi-hyeon left the room with [Ivory] tucked into his waistband. Smoke rose up to his ankles in the path the drone had passed. The smoke became thicker as he got closer.
"...Stop shooting! Stop shooting, stop!"
"Damn, where did you get this stuff?"
There was a sense of confusion around the corner. The view wasn't completely blocked yet, but this was enough.
A grenade appeared in Kim Yi-hyeon's hand. He pulled out the safety pin and threw it low into the smoke screen.
Degururur.
No one heard the bomb roll across the carpet.
Kwaaaaang─!
The hotel was rocked by a loud bang. It was a power on a different level from the [clay bombs] that had been used as tricks in the past or the non-lethal grenades that had been used in the mock battle with West Creek.
'I can definitely feel it.'
The agent level has increased three times so far. This was the biggest change. I could feel the vast increase in the types of equipment I could craft.
'It can even compete with any 5-star player.'
I also think it was a good idea to come to Banjar. In rap, you can't run wild like this without any consideration for means. It felt like a way to test the limits of my current abilities.
'The problem is that there are quite a few people for whom this isn't enough.'
There is no need to go all the way to the godmother. It will be sorted out at the Nigrum line. Camellia might have a better chance of winning, but it would be difficult to fight a powerful enemy alone.
"Over there! Get there quickly!"
A voice shouted from behind.
A hallway in the shape of a dig. Mafia members appeared one by one from the opposite corner, symmetrical to this one. As soon as they found Kim I-Hyeon, they pointed their guns at him.
'Why are there so few people?'
It seems like the intention was to push in from both sides.
It is a strategy that has become meaningless once one side has been scorched.
Kim Yi-hyeon hid himself by entering the curve. After confirming that there were no moving silhouettes, he passed between the corpses.
It was when I looked back while pulling out the [Ivory] that I had put in.
'If we just sort this out here... ... .'
In the smoke that had already half disappeared.
There was a man lying face down, holding his breath.
Bang, bang!
A gunshot rang out nearby. And half a beat earlier, Kim I-hyeon threw himself and rolled on the carpet. His forearms and thighs stung as if he had been grazed by a bullet.
It's not a serious wound. Compared to the other person.
'How can you be so conscious like that?'
A face with a fever and a torn skin. Blood was flowing from the neck, as if a grenade fragment had lodged there. If he had pretended to be dead, it would not have been easy to notice.
Soon a strange phenomenon occurred.
New flesh grew over the flesh that had melted away from the burn.
'Is it a spell?'
Details are unknown. It is assumed to be a self-healing ability.
'When you're bored, these guys pop out.'
Kim Yi-hyeon swallowed a sigh inwardly. He almost died a dog's death. To a mafia member who didn't even appear as an extra, let alone a boss.
I can't let my guard down at all.
Knock, knock!
"Why at this time of all times...!"
A look of despair spread across the half-regenerated face of the man. It was a malfunction. He jerked up and slammed the bottom of the magazine. He pulled back the slide and the chamber ejected.
It was a skillful move. But there was no reason to just sit back and watch.
"큭!"
[Ivory]'s bullets struck the man's upper body one after another. The tattered bulletproof vest protected his vital points, but his shoulder and right arm were not unharmed.
The healing power did not reduce the pain. The man dropped the gun. He did not bother to pick it up, but instead ran towards Kim I-Hyun, protecting his head with both arms.
Just before they collided, a shield came between them.
'Was this the spell…!'
Mafia and Beldes also recognized Kim Yi-Hyeon's abilities. The source of the guns, smoke grenades, and various equipment was finally revealed.
But it was a realization that came too late.
Phage crackle!
Electricity was released from the front of the [Static Tower]. Beldes' body, which was electrocuted and unable to move, trembled like an aspen tree. He fell down helplessly, foaming at the mouth.
"It's too bad. You were born with such a good spell."
Isn't that what I should be saying?
Kim Lee-hyun muttered and lowered the gun.
bang!
A single gunshot rang out. A man who had worked for the Ricardo family for over five years and had only recently begun to receive recognition had ended his life in vain.
'Five shots left?'
Kim Yi-hyeon let out a sigh. He had finally filled up his magazine, but he was worried about the remaining bullets. He thought one magazine would be enough, but how many rounds did he have to shoot at one person?
"Well, it's a hundred times better than dying from cherishing something."
As time passed, the sound of footsteps came closer. As I looked around, my eyes fell on room 411 right behind me. The crack in the door had been wide open for some time.
I found a peeking eye here.
When their eyes met, his pupils fluttered. Just before the door closed, Kim Yi-Hyeon's foot squeezed through the crack in the door.
He smiled pleasantly.
"Excuse me."
* * *
Toodoodoodoo!
Gunshots rang out loudly from the closed emergency exit. Shells that had fallen from the corn rolled down the stairs. After confirming that there were no enemies left, Rium cautiously climbed the stairs.
'It's definitely comfortable.'
Despite the overwhelming difference in personnel, we are moving forward smoothly.
The superiority of the equipment was effective. A rifle suitable for a soldier, and a durable bulletproof vest. On the other hand, the opponent was almost naked and could only shoot a pistol.
'It would be difficult to arm them all the way to the bottom.'
Nuova Era has been actively acquiring weapons. They have been using fake names and even using fake money out of fear of being controlled by other organizations. While others were only interested in business profits, they have been steadily preparing for war.
Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't have been this easy.
'What on earth are you doing… … .'
The enemy's attention was extremely distracted. Even now, urgent footsteps could be heard from above. Even voices in panic. It seemed that there was no time to be on guard for the lower floors.
It completely caught my attention.
To just one intruder.
"We have arrived on the third floor. Would you like to join us?"
Oh, really? Just wait a minute.
"예?"
It was when Rium tilted her head.
There was a sense of presence from below. The sound was quite suppressed. Rium aimed her gun at the stair railing and watched the second floor.
After a moment, his eyes widened.
"...Why are you coming from there?"
Karajam, who had taken the elevator up earlier, appeared from below. Just a few minutes ago, there had been an explosion, and now he's come down again?
"That's what happened. But..."
Karajam's eyes narrowed.
"What about Puka?"
"That's what happened."
"Why did you feel so anxious?"
He scratched his head. Even though we weren't close enough to cry and mourn, he could at least offer condolences. As someone who had at least exchanged a few short words of conversation.
Although I can't say I was grateful, I felt a sense of alert.
People die simply, no matter how good they are or what accomplishments they have had in the past, with just one bullet.
"let's go."
You can't let your guard down until the very end.
* * *
"Haaah."
Echidna let out a weary breath. When she ran her hand over her cheek, a sharp pain and blood came out. Not only on her face, but also on her arms and legs, there were small wounds.
The Ricardo family.
A mafia organization that has been active in Timorta for nearly 10 years. One of the most powerful forces that dominates the city. They are money-crazy guys, but they are still rotten, and their resistance is fierce.
It was exactly as I thought.
"Ugh, huh, hoooooooh...!"
Ricardo stared at Echidna from his seat on the ground. Wrinkled eyes, freckled cheeks, a hint of gray hair. He looked like a man who was well into his middle age.
When he took off his mask as the head of a large mafia, he looked so shabby.
"It's a nice night."
Echidna ran her hand through her hair. Even though she was drenched in sweat, she felt refreshed. Looking around, she couldn't help but feel refreshed.
A grotesquely deformed barbed wire fence. A charred farm. A fortified stronghold called 'the House' was littered with corpses. Among the dead were her men, but at a very low rate.
It was a landslide victory.
"I should have done this a long time ago. Isn't that right?"
"You… do you think you'll be okay after doing this?"
"Better than you?"
She spoke in a singing voice, giggling.
"You see, I've always hated drug dealers. They use drugs as an excuse to get what they want. At the time, I was high on drugs and out of my mind. It's always the same."
"...."
"For the same reason, I also really hate drunkards. I like drinking in a healthy way, though."
Ricardo was the representative race that Echidna hated. How irritating it was every time she received disgusting looks at a party, and every time she heard rumors of drugs circulating in the area.
It felt like a rock that had been sitting in my chest all along had disappeared.
"…Ha, then what about you, four years old?"
"huh?"
"How do you plan on taking responsibility for this? You have crossed the line. You have broken the order of Timorta! All organizations will be hell-bent on destroying Nuova Era."
It wasn't a boast.
The unwritten rule that Echidna herself had told Karazam. She had broken the invisible rules of the Cartel. She was going to trample on Nuova Era before it ran wild, before it grew too much to be controlled.
That's why she's endured it time and time again.
I have endured, endured, and persevered until now.
In the end, this is what happened.
"I see. Well, won't it work out somehow?"
"How irresponsible. Do you really care how many of your subordinates die?"
"How could that be?"
Echidna snorted.
"I just realized it when I thought about it again."
He put the empty pistol back into its holster. Then he pulled out a dagger from his bosom. It wasn't really a favorite item or anything, but somehow it was something he had been using ever since his hometown.
For her, the identity of the 'mafia' was similar to this dagger. She happened to be born into a mafia family and grew up deeply connected to it, so she lived the same way in a foreign land.
Ricardo would have been in a similar situation. It is the same for most foreigners who settle in Timor. It is rare for someone to be able to change himself as he gets older.
I hate that identity.
"This place is too rural to cling to and try to please the old people."
Echidna liked anything new, except food.
Phew!
The blade easily dug into his neck.
The strength slowly drained from Ricardo's wide-open eyes. The spark of life went out. Echidna looked down at the dagger, but eventually got up without pulling it out.
It was something I no longer needed.
"Ugh."
After stretching, she turned her head.
"How about the other side?"
"A radio call just came from the Parachai Hotel."
"say it."
"They say the cleanup was successful."
"Really? Good job."
The corners of Echidna's mouth curved at the news her subordinate had relayed. Her eyes were not wrong. Despite the rather unreasonable demands, Karajam had proven his usefulness.
"It seems like they are taking care of the victims now."
"Victim?"
I didn't ask because I didn't know who he was referring to. The Parachai Hotel is a place where dirty desires swirl around. Since it's famous, it's a famous facility, so it's impossible not to know.
It was just unexpected.
At first, he showed up all of a sudden and acted like a gambler. When he was doing his 'work', he was a cold-blooded person with no mercy and when he asked for money, he was seen as a miser.
But now they are taking care of civilians again.
"I can't get a handle on it."
"Should I tell them to hurry and join us?"
"No, do whatever you want. There's no need to interfere."
Echidna looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.
The night sky was decorated with softly shining stars. Even though acrid smoke was rising, the air was strangely cool.
"It's a nice night, really."