Ranker Who Shatters Myths - Chapter 157
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The Broken Ranker
Devours Myths
Chapter 157
Guam (2)
Outskirts of Mexico City.
An underground conference room.
Beyond the glass ceiling of the conference room protected by steel soundproof doors, red lights were blinking.
“What kind of crazy bastard is this! A 3-month weapons route has been blown away!! Even the ammunition warehouse burned down, so how the hell are you going to take responsibility for this!”
At the scream of a middle-aged man, the woman sitting across from him bit down on a cigar and sneered.
“Acting like he’s the only victim. Disgusting.”
“What!? Are you calling that kind of thing words right now…!”
“My trade network to Southeast Asia has been cut off too. I was supposed to complete delivery within 3 days, but that’s been blocked! There’s no detour route now!”
“……”
“The ‘Fresh Blood Market’ side is the same. It’s completely out of control now.”
An elderly man who appeared to be in his 80s let out a hollow laugh and tapped his staff with his index finger as if troubled,
“Just the damage identified so far… Several investors have already started sniffing around and making inquiries. I’ve turned off my mobile phone, but I don’t know how long we’ll have to keep this up.”
The man in charge of finances adjusted his glasses and waved a bundle of documents.
The middle-aged man pounded his chest with his fist as if frustrated.
“Damn it! Don’t talk about those numbers, tell me how to kill that bastard! At this rate, we’ll all end up getting our arms cut off one by one anyway!”
On the long conference table, hastily written reports and maps were scattered about.
It was a sight that seemed to represent the confused minds of the ‘Fingers’ sitting in this place.
This was the scene Gwiroae had created in just half a day.
Rabbit hole arson.
The fire that started in the Far East region had now spread throughout the entire rabbit hole, causing tremendous damage.
Even reaching the front yard of the City Cartel.
“Javier! This is all because of the intelligence department you’re in charge of!”
“I’ve been busy enough just covering the Black Market damage… Are you suddenly turning your gun on me?”
“What kind of intelligence chief can’t even track down one person like Gwiroae! Last time too,”
“Ridiculous. At least the information in my hands seems cleaner than your face?”
“What?”
Thud!
The middle-aged man slammed the table hard and stood up. The man with glasses remained calm even then.
A hair-trigger situation.
The elderly man sitting right next to him grabbed the middle-aged man’s wrist as he tried to draw his gun.
“Stop it.”
“Let go!”
“Boss will be here soon. Will you act so recklessly in front of her too?”
At the word ‘Boss’, the middle-aged man who had been acting arrogantly flinched.
Right at that moment,
“What is all this commotion, Mi familia (my family)?”
The steel door opened quietly and a woman wearing a red cloak appeared.
Nayeli Vargas.
The head of the City Cartel who had summoned them.
The air in the conference room that had been hot just moments before turned cold.
Everyone stood up from their seats, half bowing their heads and half quietly breaking out in cold sweat.
Especially the middle-aged man’s complexion turned pale. His fingers trembled slightly. It was hard to believe he was the same macho who had been trying to draw a gun just moments before.
Thump!
Nayeli sat down in the central chair that the butler who followed her had brought out and crossed her legs.
Sharp eyes.
Instantly, more tension formed on the Fingers’ faces.
“Leon Ribelde.”
“Yes, yes! Boss…!”
The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed his head.
“It seems my words don’t sound like words to you?”
“Wh-what do you mean by that,”
“I told you that family members should never point gun barrels at each other, didn’t I? Gun barrels should only be pointed at enemies who have hurt the family. And,”
Nayeli smiled slightly and slowly got up from her seat, approaching the middle-aged man.
As her beautiful face drew closer, the middle-aged man’s complexion became even paler.
“Bo-Boss. Th-that is,”
“The only one among you who can do that is me, the Mama (Mother) who has the right to discipline. Right?”
The middle-aged man unconsciously slumped powerlessly into his chair.
Nayeli smiled brightly with her hands in her pockets.
“Mama! Please spare me! I absolutely didn’t mean to do that,”
The middle-aged man couldn’t continue his words.
Before he knew it, the butler standing beside him had pressed a gun to his temple.
Bang!
The middle-aged man buried his head in the table with his terrified face intact.
Leon Ribelde.
A Venezuelan who had been in charge of the cartel’s weapons smuggling network was dead.
Very futilely.
He too was an excellent Hunter comparable to Rankers, but the butlers Nayeli employed were hitmen raised solely for killing.
“Oh my. Another finger has been broken. How unfortunate.”
A tone completely different from the content of her words.
“Clean it up.”
Other butlers hurriedly dragged the dead body outside.
Thud!
Nayeli sat back down in her seat as if nothing had happened.
Three Fingers remained.
The man with glasses indifferently adjusted his glasses, the woman slightly avoided Nayeli’s gaze, and the elderly man smiled warmly.
Just by appearing, she displayed the charisma to effortlessly subdue the minds that now aimed beyond Central and South America to North America.
Even the skill to regain control of a business foundation that could have been shaken by the rabbit hole arson.
This was a passage that showed why she was able to build not just a simple top Ranker, but one of the world’s leading forces.
“The number of people sitting is fewer than I expected?”
“Four are away on long-term business trips or at war according to Boss’s orders.”
The elderly man bowed his head slightly and answered as the representative.
Bruno Calisa.
A plantation owner who cultivated all kinds of poisonous and narcotic plants in the Caribbean.
He was also the person who calmly managed the belligerent Nayeli from the side.
Both in character and personality, both Nayeli and the Fingers relied on him greatly. And he was also Nayeli’s ‘real’ family.
That’s how he earned the title ‘Left Thumb.’
“Ah, that’s right.”
“They sent me a message just a while ago saying they could only ask for leniency for not being able to respond to Boss’s call.”
“Oh my. They don’t need to feel that sorry about it.”
“Aren’t we all friends who have grown this much and been able to feed our families thanks to the Boss’s grace? So we always carry a sense of guilt toward the Boss in one corner of our hearts.”
Nayeli smiled with satisfaction, as if pleased with the answer.
“Everyone must be busy dealing with the situation, so I’ll get straight to the point.”
Nayeli spoke while biting into the cigar that the butler had respectfully offered, as if chewing and swallowing it.
“Camila died in Korea and her card key was stolen. Because of this, nearly 40% of the rabbit hole is currently damaged.”
Several fingers unconsciously let out gasps.
40%.
The damage had already spread that much while the fingers were being summoned.
“Currently, the damage is spreading centered on the networks heading toward the western and southern Pacific.”
“Could the rabbit hole… really be tampered with so carelessly, Boss?”
“No. That’s exactly why I’m so angry.”
“Then how on earth… Huh. Was Gwiroae, that bastard, clever enough to break through the security system you painstakingly created, Boss?”
“It’s because of the fire he set. No matter what methods we try, it won’t go out.”
“Oh my. That’s quite a serious problem.”
“So we’ve closed all gates leading to the damaged dungeons to prevent further spread, and replaced all the encryption systems, but…”
“We don’t know where the sparks might fly next, so we need to keep a close watch.”
“Exactly. That’s it.”
Nayeli nodded heavily at Bruno’s answer.
The fire that Gwiroae had unleashed was like a computer virus.
Like a Trojan horse, it had secretly crossed through the tunnels, and no one knew when it might suddenly spread the flames.
‘How on earth did he do it? How did he crack the passwords, and how did he figure out the complex structure of the rabbit hole? How did he infiltrate the sparks? There were many areas that Camila’s card key couldn’t access. He knows the rabbit hole structure too well, even the parts that the young lady… no, even the Boss doesn’t fully understand.’
Bruno’s eyes grew deeper with his thoughts.
The rabbit hole was a network that Nayeli had personally planned and created.
With the legacy and divine authority of a top ranker embedded in it, it should never have been easily breached under normal circumstances.
‘Is there really someone else behind this? If not,’
Bruno’s sharp gaze turned toward the remaining two fingers.
‘Is there a rat among them?’
The problem was that the damage to the rabbit hole was so cunning that it wasn’t easy to track Gwiroae’s movements or objectives.
‘He’s a cautious one. We absolutely cannot let him continue running wild like this. We must catch him and find out how everything is connected… we need to pull out the roots.’
Bruno was the head butler who had been by Nayeli’s side since she was an infant. He could never tolerate anyone who betrayed his young mistress.
He was already considering, no, was certain of the existence of a traitor within the organization.
“Camila, that clever friend, caused us trouble on her final journey. Heh heh.”
Bruno clicked his tongue regretfully, but his eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
“That’s why I summoned you all. Be extra careful that your respective territories don’t suffer damage, and calm the subordinates so they don’t get agitated.”
The fingers nodded.
“You need to deal with Gwiroae. Have you decided on a method?”
The woman, Natalia Espina, asked.
A drug dealer who controlled the maritime drug routes around Cartagena.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. He broke my finger and laid hands on the familia’s assets. We can’t just kill him.”
“Then…”
“I’m thinking of sending Carido.”
“Ah, if it’s that friend, he’s trustworthy.”
Natalia’s eyes curved into crescents.
If one of the Boss’s most cherished butlers was moving, this chaos would soon come to an end.
The other two fingers also nodded.
“Javier.”
“Yes, Boss.”
The man with glasses bowed his head.
Javier Rojas.
He was not only in charge of finances but also handled the intelligence organization.
“Track Gwiroae’s location. So Carido can cross over smoothly.”
“Yes. Then excuse me for a moment.”
As Javier tapped on the laptop he had brought a few times, complex code was soon reflected above his glasses.
“According to the report that just came in… he seems to be in Guam. ‘Cielo’ was just turned into chaos. Not only our people but all the customers were hit too. Oh no… even the safe… And… hmm…”
Though Javier wasn’t good at reading people’s emotions, he instinctively trailed off and watched Nayeli’s reaction.
The other fingers were the same. They all fell silent.
Cielo was one of the establishments with the most cash flow among the businesses run by the cartel.
The interests connected to this place were also enormous. It was also used for money laundering and managing VIPs like high-ranking political figures and important businessmen.
But for such a place to be hit meant it wasn’t just one establishment that was destroyed.
It meant hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash had been stolen, and the flow of political lobby funds connected to international financial routes had also been cut off.
‘…Plus, the wiretapping devices and DB servers installed in the VIP rooms would have been destroyed too, so the whitelist information would have been completely burned. The weakness data of collaborators would also have been lost entirely. No, considering Gwiroae’s cautiousness so far, he probably took the entire server?’
Bruno couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
‘Plus, if we assume he’s systematically hitting other establishments in Guam… it’s terrifying.’
The significance of Guam in the underworld was that great.
The cartel hadn’t invested massive resources and time to maintain control over Guam for nothing.
But if all of that was completely severed?
The cartel’s honor wouldn’t just end up in the gutter. The cartel’s very foundation could be shaken.
Nayeli’s authority would be diminished by that much too.
Now Gwiroae’s purpose seemed clearly visible.
War.
‘An individual, really intending to wage war against us? Why on earth? Does he have a grudge against us? Or is someone behind him targeting our necks? Where? Who?’
The problem was that there had been too many forces that had opposed the cartel…
‘Come to think of it, there was suspicion about some connection between Gwiroae and Jet, wasn’t there? His appearance in Korea, and his use of lightning too.’
Bruno’s eyes grew deeper.
‘I should check if Jet is really in Korea.’
He began to suspect that Gwiroae’s true identity might be Jet.
Though their fighting styles were completely different, and their legacy characteristics were too different, there would be no harm in confirming.
“……”
No emotion could be found in Nayeli’s expression anymore.
A deeply flowing silence.
“…And he seems to be targeting other establishments in Guam as well. Because of this, Guam is in chao—”
Crack!
Nayeli could no longer maintain her composure and clenched her teeth tightly. Javier, though he had committed no crime, hurriedly bowed his head.
“Send Carido to Guam! Right now!”
“B-but that’s also a problem…!”
“What else!”
Killing intent poured out.
Javier’s head sank even lower.
“A-all the gates leading to Guam and the surrounding Mariana Islands have been c-closed. We’ll have to go by p-private jet or ship…”
“…!!!”
Finally, Nayeli’s eyes blazed with fire.
“Aaaahhh! Gwiroae! Gwiroaeeee!!!”
Crash!
* * *
“They’re burning very well.”
Casino, bank, resort, entertainment establishments, brothels…
Lee Hyeon looked with satisfaction at the various City Cartel establishments burning brightly in the flames.
Just watching made him feel full. In fact, his inventory was already packed to capacity.
Cash, artwork that those guys had secretly owned, items that gamblers had put up as collateral, and even Sacred Relics.
Now it was all his.
On the other hand,
Tremble tremble tremble…….
The server next to him had now become like an aspen tree.
Despite the muggy weather, he seemed to have caught a cold.
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