SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

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(4) Kuwaaaang! The next bomb heard exploded a little closer.

The whole building shook.

The guild priests belonging to Manshinjeon all activated the aura at once and placed a shield.

Inside the shield, the Heretic Inquisitor, Gongja Kim, and Amethyst stood up with difficulty.

- I also like the maze! Despite the terrorism, the Inquisitor was bright.

-It is worthwhile to have it installed so that it will not be destroyed! - Thank you.

Heresy Inquisitor Mr.

Amethyst brushed the dust off her face.

As usual, she was calm as well.

- But the situation does not end there.

Now, the size of the organization that plotted terrorism is about 5 million.

Explosions can multiply.

- That means you have 5 million followers! How many of them are prisoners, and how many of them will actually go into action? ahaha.

Faith is an abstract thing, but death is a real thing.

-Again, even if one in a thousand, no.

Even if only one person in ten thousand takes action, there are 500.

500 explosions.

-Yes.

The man in charge of the religion of the tower fixed his hat.

-And 500 is a number we [can afford].

-.......

-It would have been nice if we could have identified terrorism in advance and eliminated it in advance.

But it's already too late.

So, as much as I made a mistake, I'll take care of the cleanup! Amethyst hesitated for a moment.

It was rare for her.

- What's behind the scenes.

- Of course, we kill all suspicious entities.

It is difficult to reduce five million to two hundred and fifty thousand, but it is not so difficult to reduce five hundred to two hundred and fifty, then one hundred and twenty-five, and again less than fifty.

-.......

-You must demand martial law from the Black Dragon Master! Seven years? Ah, it was a long peace! Gongja Kim was at a loss for words.

Again, the wall trembled.

It was also a bomb.

-How, Gongja Kim said unwittingly.

- How can you say that? -Well? The heretic interrogator looked back at Gongja Kim.

Gongja Kim looked at the eyes that seemed to fit the word innocent and innocent.

Reptilian eyes would be naive if they were naive too.

Preserving the innocence of the beast, the Heretic Inquisitor was smiling brightly.

-Why not say it? -.......

-Thinking, speaking, and acting in this way can lead to quicker and clearer conclusions.

Why can't we have a discussion like this? Is it because it offends Alba? - Such a problem...

.

- No, that's the problem.

After all, someone has to do it.

If it's something you have to do anyway, it's faster to run it without useless rhetoric.

It is the virtue of a politician to care about the mood of the public, but we promised [that] a long time ago to leave it to the Black Dragon Lord! Gongja Kim clenched his teeth.

A small hand grabbed his shoulder as he was about to scream.

It was amethyst.

- Confucius Mr.

-.......

-Don't try to change.

Now, I don't have time.

You'd better use him.

-Use… … .

-Surprisingly, the person in front of Mr.

Kim Gong-ja is [a person who can be persuaded by words].

Upon hearing that, Gongja Kim thought hard.

'We need to reduce the number of victims of the bombing as much as possible.

However, the victimization of innocent people just because they are suspicious should be reduced as much as possible.

What should I do? What should I do to convince the Inquisitor and use this person...

… .' use it -.......

That moment.

Gongja Kim realized something.

- It's Manshinjeon.

The Inquisitor stopped.

-Yes? - It's Manshinjeon.

Gongja Kim said urgently.

- The vice-principal you captured.

I'm dead.

But even if you die, you must have killed it in the pantheon, too! A little while ago, the blood of the pontiff was smeared on the left hand of the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor tilted his head.

-Yes.

yes? -How did the [the young man who played the video in the square] know right away that the vice-principal was dead! He must not have had clairvoyance, nor must he have looked into the torture chamber inside the Pantheon, but Gongja Kim saw the heretical inquisitor's eyes fluttering.

-The traitor inside the Pantheon informed the death of the pontiff! to your co-workers! The Heretic Inquisitor tried to make a sign.

It was not known whether he was trying to spread the shield or if he was trying to kill his aides who were present here, that is, the Panshinjeon officers.

became unknown.

explosions and roars.

The world is turned upside down.

It stood upright once, then leaned again right away.

Before long, Gongja Kim had collapsed.

Gongja Kim could hardly feel anything, except for the fact that something was covering his back, and that something was very warm.

Somewhere, it seemed like a cicada was crying long and thick.

Someone mumbled beyond the broken hearing.

- There was a bastard who was needlessly quick-witted.

Gongja Kim did not know who it was.

But it wasn't the Heretic Inquisitor's voice, and even less the Amethyst's.

If so, it must have been one of the Pantheon priests who were here.

The owner of the voice made a sound of footsteps and walked away.

- pity.

I would have been able to use it for a long time in the future.

Who are you talking to? -As long as you act like a doll and move like a doll, that's enough.

Manshin Jeonju.

-.......

-But the marionette has nothing to do with the broken thread.

is disposal.

Fortunately, today is a big deal, so the time loss is minimal...

… .

And Gongja Kim has lost the chance to see the traitor's face forever.

A flash of light went off, and a scream rang out.

The man who had enjoyed the success of his betrayal could no longer speak.

To the extent that he could betray his boss, the boss would not have trusted him completely.

No, the traitor overlooked the fact that his boss had never completely trusted anyone in the first place.

-Ahaha...

… .

A small hand patted Gongja Kim's cheek.

-Are you okay? Are you alive? -Ugh...

… Fuck...

… .

- Judging from the swear words, it is true that Mr.

Yeomje is a subordinate.

What is the name of the? -Gongja Kim...

… .

-If you can swear and say your name, you are actually doing half of your life.

Can you open your eyes, Gongja Kim? Gongja Kim opened his eyes.

The heretical inquisitor was smiling brightly in his blood-red eyes.

Gongja Kim slowly realized that the reason his eyes were red was not because he was the only one who bled.

- Good.

Fortunately, the.

There is only one person left who is aware of the current situation.

The Inquisitor was also covered in blood.

There was a strong scent of blood in his voice.

- Pantheon, Lord...

.

-Yes.

-Amethyst manager...

… ? Gongja Kim opened his mouth with difficulty.

amethyst? The Inquisitor just said that it was fortunate that [there was one other person left besides me].

Gongja Kim longed for an error in the arithmetic.

- Now is not the time to care about others.

The Inquisitor vomited Kellogg's blood.

Excessively clear blood.

It's not just blood.

A few pieces of flesh are mixed.

- Treat...

… .

Confucius barely spoke.

The Inquisitor raised a hand and stopped him.

- No need.

It's not on time.

I can't survive.

-If you don't try that...

… .

- You know it even if you haven't tried it.

Rather, it is more efficient to do what you can do now… … .

Again, the Inquisitor vomited blood.

Blood splashed on Kim Gong-ja's cheek.

-Eww.

Without realizing it, Gongja Kim stood up on the floor.

I remember going to an amusement park with the director when I was very young, and it was difficult to balance the dark red world as if I was in a squirrel box, but I managed to do it.

As he got up, something covering his back slipped and fell to the floor, but he desperately refused to pay attention to it.

Gongja Kim captured the image of a heretic interrogator in his sight.

He was sitting right in front of Gongja Kim.

However, Gongja Kim did not know if he should say that the posture was [sitting].

With the lower back torn off, the Heretic Inquisitor opened his mouth.

-As Kim Gong-ja's point was implied, it seems that this terrorist attack was prepared more deeply than I thought.

It's stuck.

- Don't tell me...

Now, your body.

- It's the opposite.

Now that I'm in this state, I have to say something.

So, blood and cough.

-Ah, it's like this when the proud US island explodes from the inside, the damage situation...

It must have been like this in other places, eup.

-Manshin pole, be a little quiet, I call people, -Instead of calling them, these.

The Heretic Inquisitor pulled something out of his pocket.

there were two A hand mirror adorned with a small doll and a black dragon with a black border.

The heretic inquisitor smiled at Confucius who had unwittingly accepted it.

-The first is what is called an idol.

It means my agent.

The Pantheon is yours for the time being.

Gongja Kim froze.

- Why, to me.

- As I said before.

Gongja Kim is the only one who can move here now.

Gongja Kim clenched his teeth.

He didn't look around or look back.

The Inquisitor's words continued.

-However, honestly, I wonder if that mark has any meaning...

I don't know if the system I've built up will continue even after I die.

Still, it's better than nothing, so...

More importantly, this second thing.

mirror.

-Mirror......

-It is called Heukryonggyeong (黑龍鏡).

To communicate with other guild leaders...

… These are the emergency tools the Black Dragon Lord gave us.

They tell you you're my agent...

… .

The Inquisitor stopped speaking.

Gongja Kim waited for the next words.

It took me some time to realize that it wouldn't exist.

-.......

Gongja Kim opened his mouth.

- All Gods Jeonju? There was no answer.

There was never going to be any.

- Lord of the gods.

Life goes on and on, and then disappears without warning.

Gongja Kim looked down at the two remnants left in his hand.

Silently in a ruined room.

It wasn't long.

There was a determination on his face.

- You have to move...

… .

But how? And where? As an E-class hunter, it was something unknown, but fortunately, it was not only the Inquisitor who died at this moment.

Gongja Kim was not the only survivor.

People were desperately moving, and as one of the consequences of that movement, a voice was heard.

- Damn it...

… .

The sound came from the mirror in his hand.

- Boy.

Do you have any kids alive? Please answer me if you have.

Gongja Kim knew the main character of this voice.

Probably everyone who lives in the tower knows about it.

- Black dragon guild leader? -Yes? what are you...

… Who is it? Gongja Kim took a deep breath.

And briefly explained the situation.

After a moment of silence over the mirror, the voice continued.

-okay.

but.

He wasn't the kid who lived in my name.

-… … Do you believe me? -Yes.

There is one skill that I received from a paladin in the past.

Roughly with that...

Oh shit.

Black Dragon Zhu let out a long sigh.

It wasn't just thin saliva, it was a saliva filled with sticky blood.

- Are you hurt? -little.

It's been a long time since I've been stabbed by an assassin...

… .

Hunter Ranking 2nd.

The one who holds the greatest power in the tower, both in name and reality.

Even in the real world that such a person was assassinated, Gongja Kim maintained his reason.

Perhaps it was just that reason was paralyzed by a series of major incidents.

Neither of them flowed except for the voices of the Black Dragon Lord and Confucius in the Heilongjing.

Although time passed until Gongja Kim fully explained the situation, no one took part in the correspondence.

What it implied, the Black Dragon Zhu quietly spoke.

- It's a bit big.

Maybe it's the second largest since the tower was built.

-.......

-Well, I've been getting a lot of grudges...

… .

sneeze.

-The guy who stabbed me was the guy who was the chief and deputy chief of the US Department of Foreign Affairs.

I thought I was just being pushed out of power and living a normal life, but damn...

These CIA bastards really...

… .

Now they're doing it, they're even using pseudo-bastards to fuck us...

… ? - Black Dragon, where are you? I'll see you.

Coughing and laughter flowed.

- What do you do when you come? I don't know if it's the secretary's sheep or your master.

It was something that Gongja Kim knew more than anyone.

- Still, you can't stay still, can you? -You're young...

.

There was sorrow at the voice of the Black Dragon.

It was a very brief sigh.

That mourning immediately fell before the cold calculation.

- But there is no power.

I don't need that anymore.

Before Gongja Kim could react to that, Black Dragon Zhu continued to speak.

-Usually, in situations like this, the guild leaders hold a meeting and decide the leader.

But now the situation is the situation.

-The Black Dragon...

.

-I'll take the command.

The black dragon took a deep breath.

-From this moment on.

said the owner of the city.

That voice did not come only from the Black Dragon Scenery.

In the already ruined Square of Babylon, in the streets, in the slums, in the street lamps installed in each street, and from the speakers attached under the street lamps, her voice began to come out.

- Declare martial law.

I am the guild leader of the Black Dragon Guild, the Black Dragon Lord.

I'll say it again.

Martial law is declared as of this time.

Between the horses of the Black Dragon Lord, there was a sound of blood draining.

-Currently, the outside world has mobilized unidentified equators to set off several explosions inside the tower.

All the guild leaders have lost the news.

The casualties could be in the thousands, maybe even tens of thousands.

cough.

-anyway.

The tower didn't belong to anyone since it was built.

There were those who said the tower belonged to the gods and killed humans, there were those who said the tower belonged to the United States and killed the enemy, and there were those who said the tower belonged to thugs and slaughtered humans.

The fact that the person in authority giving the order was bleeding echoed through the loud voices and through the crumbling squares of Babylon.

- But now, ten years have passed.

we can say bluntly This tower is ours.

It's our territory.

We are tower humans.

The sky of the tower is our airspace, and the water stream of the tower is our territorial waters.

The land of the tower is our territory.

And we say that he who pollutes our heavens and our waters and our earth is our enemy.

The Black Dragon Zhu swallowed his saliva once.

Maybe he swallowed blood.

While retaining the red body, a cry of Black Dragon Zhu burst out from beyond the speaker.

- It's war.

In all the alleys of the city where the speakers were installed, a reverberation rang out at the same time.

- This is war.

Even the mother's back, which was tightly wrapped around the child under the speaker, echoed.

-In this situation where the security of the tower has seriously collapsed, we, the Black Dragon, have declared martial law, and we will declare that we will win this war as quickly as possible.

And I promise.

That he will show zero-tolerance revenge to those who dare shake the tower.227.