I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 180

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Episode 180
Ep. 180
Seongcheol knew that Jonggeon had dragged him to this place without warning, and he felt like screaming.
‘Does this bastard have any sense at all?!’
No matter how much one expands their business, there are people you touch and people you absolutely don’t!
From what he’d heard, Claude wasn’t merely the leader of Frontier—he was also an exceptionally skilled Hunter with a keen sense for reading situations.
Would someone with such extensive experience fail to detect the stench of a con artist approaching him?
This wouldn’t be the first or second time it had happened either.
If things went wrong, their carefully hidden dark secrets—though Seongcheol himself wasn’t involved—could be exposed in this terrifying situation.
“Jonggeon, let’s think about this one more time.”
“Yes? Hyung, why?”
“Why? Because there’s nothing to gain from carelessly antagonizing Frontier.”
Seongcheol tried to dissuade Jonggeon with desperate urgency, but he simply grinned without a care in the world.
“No, I have my own plan!”
“A plan…?”
It doesn’t seem like you have one at all.
Seongcheol didn’t dare voice such thoughts aloud, afraid of Jonggeon.
“Did you set up an appointment?”
“No.”
“Then, do you have some kind of connection?”
“Yes.”
“You do?!”
Seongcheol was shocked.
This bastard had been consistently going outside lately, and he’d actually managed to establish a connection with Frontier?!
As Seongcheol pondered whether Jonggeon’s abilities were far better than he’d anticipated, the man spoke with a sinister grin.
“Isn’t Ilgyeok the connection linking all people across the world? One world united through Ilgyeok~ Kya!”
“…?”
Seongcheol momentarily doubted his own ears.
“Frontier, the only organization to have conquered Ilgyeok alongside us. The One-Strike Service Corps, the sole Hunter organization spreading the spirit of Ilgyeok across the world! Doesn’t that paint a beautiful picture?”
“You bastard….”
Seongcheol couldn’t bring himself to curse outright.
Before he knew it, they had arrived at the hotel lobby.
‘Let’s just wait a moment… Yes. There’s no way the leader of Frontier would carelessly meet with suspicious strangers who showed up without an appointment.’
Seongcheol decided to stay calm.
Jonggeon seemed to think that since everything he’d done lately had gone well, this would also work out without any problems.
But the world doesn’t work so easily.
Perhaps it would be good for him to taste failure this time….
“Huh? Hyung, isn’t that person over there Claude?”
“?!?!?!”
Was this really working out so easily?
Jonggeon spotted Claude reading a newspaper while sipping coffee at the café beside the hotel lobby, and his face brightened.
“Perfect! Let’s go right now, hyung!”
“Uh, um… okay.”
Seongcheol followed Jonggeon into the café in a daze, wondering how things were unfolding this way.
Jonggeon greeted Claude first.
“Hi there. Aren’t you Claude?”
“Ah, I’m sorry, but I don’t give autographs in private settings.”
Claude smiled politely, apparently thinking Jonggeon was a fan.
Now that his face was known, Claude constantly dealt with fans approaching him wherever he went.
Moreover, Frontier, who already had a good image, was being treated almost as an honorary Korean thanks to the collaboration with One-Strike.
The fact that he’d demonstrated fluent Korean several times only heightened the sense of internal closeness.
“I didn’t come for an autograph though…”
“Oh, I apologize…”
Jonggeon and Claude awkwardly scratched the backs of their heads and bowed slightly to each other.
“Then what brings you to see me?”
Claude folded his newspaper and spoke, and Jonggeon naturally took the seat across from him.
“Hyung, come on over!”
He called to Seongcheol with an enthusiastic gesture, who was still hesitating at a distance.
‘This isn’t right…’
No matter how he thought about it, something felt seriously off about this situation.
Jonggeon had suddenly shown up at the hotel spouting some absurd idea about contacting Frontier, and now they just happened to run into Claude, their leader?
How could this possibly make sense unless it was some kind of social experiment or hidden camera show?
But he couldn’t just sit there blankly in front of someone as important as Claude.
Not knowing what Jonggeon might do to him if he did, Seongcheol handed over his business card.
“We are Han Seongcheol, captain of the One-Strike Service Corps, and Park Jonggeon, vice-captain.”
“…The One-Strike Service Corps.”
A chill ran through the air.
Claude’s eyes turned sharp and piercing as he alternated his gaze between the business card and their faces.
At the press conference, he’d only laughed it off, and his image had been set as a victim of outrageous overcharging—someone who seemed likable.
A cold shiver ran down their spines.
Facing that serious gaze, Seongcheol and Jonggeon felt their backs go cold.
It was like the eyes of a hawk searching for prey from the sky.
‘See? I told you we shouldn’t mess with Frontier!’
Was there really no other organization of scammers to contact that they had to target someone as formidable as Frontier?
Seongcheol wanted to immediately berate Jonggeon for this.
In fact, he was just about to open his mouth to do so.
Claude suddenly stood up.
“Welcome! The brother nation of Korea! The beautiful One-Strike Service Corps!”
“?????”
Claude clapped his hands and flashed a bright smile.
Seongcheol, who had worried he might be dragged away from his seat, looked up at Claude with confusion, wondering what on earth was happening.
Korea might be a brother nation, but this wasn’t some picturesque landscape—why was the One-Strike Service Corps showing up here?
…And why was he welcoming them?
‘That fool!’
Seongcheol ground his teeth quietly and glared at Claude, who was chuckling away.
“Haha, I’ve heard excellent things about the One-Strike Service Corps’ activities. Honestly, when I heard about the safe route through the 70s, I was astounded. ‘Oh, something like that is possible!’ I even instructed my agents to review it.”
“You’re too kind. We deeply admire Frontier’s achievements as well.”
Meanwhile, Jonggeon stood up as if he’d anticipated this very reaction and shook hands with Claude.
“Now that I think about it, that scarred face looked familiar for a reason—you’re the commander! It’s an honor to meet you.”
“Ah, no… I’m the one honored, Claude.”
Seongcheol also rose and shook hands with Claude.
‘No wonder he wears glasses—his eyesight must be terrible. To mistake con artists like us for… well, I’m not one, but.’
Seongcheol harbored a thought that would deeply sadden Claude if he heard it.
“But why have the One-Strike Service Corps come to see me?”
Claude sat back down and asked the two men.
Seongcheol and Jonggeon surely hadn’t come to this hotel just to stay.
Then Jonggeon naturally took up the conversation.
“Actually, we’re looking to transition from the One-Strike Service Corps and be reborn as the One-Strike Foundation.”
“Oh? And what of the Service Corps?”
“We plan to keep them as an organization under the Foundation. The Foundation will support the Service Corps’ activities worldwide.”
‘I didn’t say it would go that far?’
He was remarkably eloquent.
But in any case, Claude nodded as if it were a truly good idea.
“Yes, I see. Indeed, the organization has grown too large to be called a service corps anymore… truly wise. Is this Commander Seongcheol’s insight?”
“Of course! Our leader… I mean, Commander, he really sees things that someone like me struggles to keep up with.”
“Hahaha! You’re an excellent leader for your organization.”
As they continued flattering each other.
Jonggeon finally broached the main topic.
…Something even Seongcheol didn’t yet know.
“As we transition to the Foundation, we want to expand our reach further, and first and foremost, we’d like to sponsor Frontier.”
“Sponsor?”
“Sponsor?”
At Jonggeon’s words, both Seongcheol and Claude turned to look at him simultaneously.
“Wait, Commander, why…?”
“Ah, well, it’s not just sponsorship, but official sponsorship—that’s what I meant. Official, official. One word makes all the difference, you know. Haha.”
Fortunately, they’d gotten past one crisis.
So that’s why they’d come to Frontier—to propose sponsorship!
Only then did Seongcheol understand Jonggeon’s intention.
Though they claimed to uphold the spirit of One-Strike, the One-Strike Service Corps actually had no real connection to One-Strike.
Back in Korea, everyone simply enjoyed supporting the One-Strike Service Corps enthusiastically, but foreign perspectives would be different.
Why wouldn’t people naturally criticize an organization with no connection to One-Strike for acting so brazenly?
Yet Frontier was undeniably a real, established organization.
Given their global scope of operations, their high reputation, and the fact that they’d collaborated with One-Strike on dungeon raids before, they were an excellent partner to complement the One-Strike Service Corps’ weaknesses.
‘So this bastard Jonggeon is actually clever?’
Seongcheol, caught completely off guard by this unexpected move, found himself studying Jonggeon’s profile anew.
No wonder the slush fund had been quietly accumulated so skillfully, evading the accounting volunteers’ scrutiny.
But that was merely the One-Strike Service Corps’ perspective—Frontier would surely have their own considerations.
Claude immediately spoke with a measured tone.
“Hmm… Frontier doesn’t typically accept sponsorships. We’re not in dire need, and entangling financial matters often creates complications.”
“That’s absolutely right!”
Seongcheol nodded in agreement with Claude’s words.
Of course, that’s what someone with sound judgment would think!
Surely no reasonable person would casually accept money from an organization they barely knew, sponsorship or not.
Seongcheol, who had no desire to escalate matters unnecessarily, secretly hoped Claude would reject the sponsorship proposal.
Indeed, Claude, a leader as wise as they come, swept his piercing gaze across both Seongcheol and Jonggeon.
As if he could see through the hidden dark intentions lurking within them—or rather, within Jonggeon.
‘See? You thought Frontier was some neighborhood shop that would eagerly accept sponsorship out of the blue? Just give up on this!’
Seongcheol wanted nothing more than to elbow Jonggeon in the ribs and leave immediately.
In fact, he was truly about to do exactly that!
But then.
“However, Korea—our brother nation! And a sponsorship from the noble One-Strike Service Corps… that’s something we should certainly consider with an open mind. We’ll conduct a positive internal review.”
“This crazy—!”
“Pardon? Captain, what did you say?”
“…It’s maddeningly wonderful! The day has come when we officially sponsor Frontier. I’m so delighted I could go mad with joy.”
“Hahahaha! You’re quite the passionate one. I understand completely. And I too am maddeningly delighted.”
Claude rose and extended his hand for a handshake with Seongcheol.
Seongcheol reluctantly stood and shook his hand, though it pained him.
‘How is this even happening?!’
Was there truly not a single apostle of justice in this world to punish the wicked?
‘At this rate, I really should find One-Strike and turn myself in voluntarily…’
Seongcheol lamented as he imagined the grim future of this planet.
Drip—
Tears actually streamed down his face.
“Oh? Captain, why are you crying?”
“Haha, the captain is so overjoyed he’s shedding tears! Thank you so much, Claude.”
But Seongcheol’s heart remained oblivious as Claude and Jonggeon were embracing each other, deepening their bond.
Several days later.
– We have breaking news. The One-Strike Service Corps has announced the establishment of the One-Strike Foundation. Vice-Captain Park Jonggeon held a press conference at the Service Corps headquarters today, stating: “The Service Corps will be reborn as the One-Strike Foundation, with the Service Corps becoming a subsidiary organization… Furthermore, by officially sponsoring the international Hunter organization Frontier, we will further elevate the noble spirit of One-Strike.”
The news of the One-Strike Service Corps’ name change and the positive progress of sponsorship discussions between the One-Strike Foundation and Frontier dominated the headlines.
“Huh?”
“That man over there… I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before, Master?”
Hearing the unexpected news, I tilted my head in confusion while watching the news at home with Elsie, scratching my belly.
“Why are they suddenly doing that again?”
I had simply accepted the idea of the One-Strike Service Corps establishing a foundation above itself.
From my perspective, the One-Strike Service Corps had grown so formidable that it was difficult to call it merely a service corps anymore.
To such an extent that memes like “10 Reasons Why the One-Strike Service Corps Without One-Strike is Equal to or Greater Than Religion” circulated across the internet.
But sponsoring Frontier was truly unexpected.
As far as I knew, Frontier didn’t accept sponsorships.
From what I’d heard in passing, they resolved Towers and Gates and received compensation fees from the respective governments.
‘I should ask Claude about this when I see him next.’
At first, I had suspected the One-Strike Service Corps of impersonating my ID and causing harm to people, but lately it seemed they had genuinely gathered with the intention to serve.
With Hunters belonging to their organization, their volunteer work was remarkably efficient.
I had watched a video of it once, and I couldn’t help but admire their work.
Having met Seongcheol and his subordinates in the past, I had even reflected on myself about not judging people by their faces alone.
Since Frontier was also an organization doing good work and a positive cycle would occur if they suited each other, there seemed to be no need for me to step in and object.
‘More than that… I’m too busy handling all my own tasks right now.’
After capturing Pulisto and Mikhail on the 80th floor, I took a few days of rest.
During that time, I steadily received sales payments from Deokhuun, and learned information about the 80s through him bit by bit.
And using the perfect Avant, I left the supermarket to Jia for a day and went on a long drive with Minjeong and Donghoo.
– Isn’t a used car a bit much? We don’t even know who drove it… If you want to rest, just have Jia come in to work.
– What if we buy an expensive car like the Avant? If anything, something like a Lunch or Flash, a compact car… The supermarket doesn’t need a truck, so just Jia… Ha, we’re not saying we’ll work her to death, it’s just that it feels lonely with just the two of us~
– Come on, Mom and Dad, just try it once.
– !!!!
– How is it? Should we go get a refund? We could if you wanted.
– Dear, where should we go today?
– Well, there’s a nice café in Dongseong County.
– Get a refund? If you say so, we will.
– Hyeon, what are you doing? If you bought a car, you should practice driving too.
Minjeong and Donghoo couldn’t escape the allure of the perfect Avant either…
In any case, after enjoying those leisurely days of rest, it was now time to enter the Tower again.
‘Finally, the 80th floor.’
Determination flickered in my eyes as I stretched lazily.
A place that included South Korea’s highest floor, and a zone where virtually every country except the United States was stuck in a deadlock.
I was finally about to set foot in that 80s range.

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