I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 251

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 251

The Target Is

Chungnam Yesan, a small mountain not far from Tzuyou’s residence.

How long had I been waiting at the entrance?

A luxury sedan appeared in the distance.

The sedan slowly glided forward and stopped in front of me.

The car door opened, and someone I was happy to see but never expected to meet here got out.

“Hello.”

“It’s been a while.”

Sato Tsubasa bowed his head.

If anyone saw this, it would probably flood social media.

The current Prime Minister of Japan visiting a rural village in Chungnam.

“It took a while, didn’t it? The immigration procedures we discussed have all been completed.”

Tsubasa went to the other side and opened the door.

Hanamori Saburo, who had given us the seeds, got out.

Unlike when we last met, he was dressed neatly in a suit.

“Welcome, Grandfather Saburo.”

Saburo let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re really indulging this old man’s stubbornness.”

“Of course. I made a promise.”

When we received the seeds, Saburo had said.

That he no longer wanted to stay in a country he’d lost affection for.

So I had promised.

That I would prepare a place for him to settle in Korea.

Sato Tsubasa had agreed to handle the procedures for coming from Japan to Korea on my behalf.

“This way, please.”

I guided Saburo to the house.

A nature-friendly thatched cottage built with his preferences in mind.

Yet it was equipped with everything necessary, so there would be no inconvenience in living there.

“It’s such a wonderful house, more than I deserve. I only gave you a single seed, I don’t know if I should accept something like this.”

“Oh, even without the seed, you’re Camilla’s friend, Grandfather.”

Just as Saburo was about to say something more.

Whoooosh.

Smoke puffed out from inside the house.

“Stop being so formal and come inside, Saburo. The tea I prepared will get cold.”

Saburo’s eyes widened.

I guarantee it was the most welcoming greeting possible.

“Thank you.”

Saburo gave another greeting and went inside.

I gave a thumbs up and went back outside the house.

“The election schedule overlapped. I’m sorry for being late again.”

“Oh no, not at all. Thank you for taking care of this, Prime Minister.”

Tsubasa shook his head with a strange smile.

“Just Tsubasa is fine. I’m still not used to the title Prime Minister.”

“Haha… Then Mr. Tsubasa it is. But I didn’t expect you to come personally. If you had contacted me, I would have come to pick you up.”

“I was thinking I should do that, but I happened to have unofficial business in Korea. Also, I wanted to see the Runner who’s become much more famous than when we first met. There’s a term that’s been coined recently, isn’t there? The Runner Effect.”

“Ugh… That gives me chills.”

Cheon Se-yeon had told me about this term, but hearing it from someone I know feels different.

Tsubasa smiled once and opened his bag.

Tsubasa handed me a file containing documents.

“By the way, this isn’t something the Prime Minister of Japan is giving to the Runner, but a small token of gratitude from Sato Tsubasa as an individual to a friend and benefactor.”

I wondered why he was saying this.

The words “Classified Document” were stamped large on the first page.

“I’ll have to say I found it on the street.”

“That sounds good. Please do that.”

I smiled and opened the documents.

Most of it was about certain individuals and criminal organizations.

“These are people making names for themselves in Japan. They’re currently in Korea. And this still needs more confirmation, but.”

Tsubasa took a breath.

“They say the target is the Runner.”

“Oh.”

I rubbed my chin.

Something I might have done to be targeted… I’ve done a lot.

I tried to recall but gave up.

There were too many candidates.

“The fact that the target is the Runner is just a rumor floating around in the underworld, so we can’t trust it 100%. It’s just at the level of possibility. Neither Japan nor major Western agencies know the Runner’s identity.”

Jinhyeok let out a thoughtful sound and spoke.

“It might be because they’re major agencies that they don’t know. If it were individuals who had contact with me, they might not be certain but could at least make educated guesses.”

“That could be the case.”

Tsubasa nodded and looked at Jinhyeok.

Given Jinhyeok’s stance shown last time, it made perfect sense.

A strange stance of not trying to reveal his identity but not desperately hiding it either.

If Jinhyeok had desperately tried to hide it, he probably wouldn’t have survived their first meeting.

“Do Korean agencies know about this too?”

“No. But Korean agencies are probably already moving. We didn’t inform them, but it seems they’ve already been tipped off.”

Ring ring ring.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

It was Jin Yun-ho and Cheon Se-yeon.

Warning to be careful as unspecified forces were targeting me.

“Perfect timing. Thank you for letting me know in advance.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Ding!

Then Tsubasa’s phone rang.

Tsubasa frowned.

“They say all the individuals in the documents have traces of receiving money from a specific company. The amount isn’t clear yet.”

“The possibility of personal grudge has decreased.”

“Yes, probably.”

I smiled.

No one comes to mind immediately, but it seems I’ve earned quite a grudge somehow.

Tsubasa, who had been staring at Jinhyeok, let out a hollow laugh.

“You’re not worried at all. Not even a little bit.”

It’s a bit absurd.

These are criminals who are renowned in various countries.

Normally, when targeted by such people, worry would come first.

But Jinhyeok doesn’t seem worried at all, more like “Oh, really?” and that’s it.

“I might be a bit surprised if I got hit without knowing, but thanks to you, Mr. Tsubasa, that won’t happen.”

“Haha…”

I had forgotten for a moment.

That the man before me was the one who single-handedly brought down Sugihara and turned Japan upside down.

“Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease.”

Tsubasa sighed at the continuously ringing alarm.

“I should go. If I don’t show up soon, there’ll be chaos. By the way, I said it was okay to come down and greet us.”

Tsubasa walked to the driver’s seat and knocked on the window.

A familiar face appeared through the lowering window.

“Huh?”

What kind of day is today?

It’s one unexpected appearance after another.

“Yo!”

Japan’s official 7th-ranked Player, Matsuna Hiyori, waved her hand.

“Hiyori, long time no see.”

I thought she came without security, but there was a reliable friend in the driver’s seat.

Tsubasa, who had stepped aside, spoke up.

“The Japanese Cabinet decided to wait for now, but knowing that Runners are being targeted, I couldn’t just sit still. So I personally requested help from someone who feels the same way.”

Hiyori giggled and raised the corners of her mouth.

“I don’t know how many are coming or when and where they’ll strike, so you won’t be able to sleep peacefully, but I’ll definitely reduce their numbers.”

She gave a thumbs up.

That’s enough.

“Well, I’ll escort the Prime Minister and come back, so see you later.”

Hiyori waved and rolled up the window.

Perhaps because she was on solo escort duty, she seemed calmer than usual.

“I’ll see you again.”

“Drive safely.”

After shaking hands, Sato Tsubasa got into the back seat.

I watched the sedan quickly disappearing into the distance.

“Hmm, assassination contract.”

There was no mention of murder, but they wouldn’t have paid money just to go play around with Runners.

Judging by their impressive track record, it must be that kind of request.

“I wonder who it is.”

I smiled.

I’m very sorry that you’re angry, but I can only hope.

That you won’t do something you’ll regret.

At that time, on a mountain ridge about 5 kilometers from Seobandgyo.

Personnel carrying large bags climbed the stairs.

“Here it is.”

Those who arrived at the predetermined altitude unpacked their bags.

Various striking equipment appeared one by one.

How much time passed as they assembled with skilled hands?

Five mini missile batteries were installed in the center of the mountain ridge.

“The target?”

“He hasn’t come out of his house for several days.”

“Are we sure he’s a Runner?”

“It’s an assumption.”

The man who heard the answer shrugged his shoulders.

Actually, it didn’t matter if what was inside wasn’t a Runner.

The request the man and his unit received was to blow up that mansion without a trace.

That would complete the mission.

“Still, I hope it’s a Runner. It would make for good credentials.”

“I agree. The industry competition has been fierce lately. It would be excellent publicity.”

The man took out his radio.

“This is Head. Attack preparations complete. Alpha, Delta, are you ready?”

# Crackle. This is Delta, we’re ready.

# Alpha ready.

The unit’s name was Los Saileros.

A special forces unit belonging to a massive Colombian cartel, their main duties were VIP assassination and major facility terrorism.

El Colmillo, the leader of Los Saileros, looked around the city surrounding the mountain.

No gunshots, no screams could be heard.

‘How peaceful.’

He raised the corners of his mouth.

Thanks to that, the job became much easier.

Being so steeped in peace, they couldn’t even imagine.

That missiles would rain down on the mansion.

“37.382 North latitude, 127.075 East longitude. Confirming coordinates.”

# Alpha confirmation complete.

# Delta confirmation complete.

Colmillo stepped back and raised his hand to the button.

“Fire.”

Kwaaaaaa!!

Fifteen missiles simultaneously shot up from three directions.

Missiles launched from different points flew toward one location.

Yoo Jin-hyeok’s house in Seobandgyo, which had just finished remodeling.

Jinhyeok’s house in Seobandgyo.

Beila, who had climbed onto the roof, picked up scattered banana peels.

Wherever the Kanmo Duo passed, traces always remained.

They didn’t drop them on purpose.

Even what remained now were just shells they unknowingly dropped.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp.

Beila, who was cleaning the roof, tilted her head.

Chirping sounds coming from somewhere.

When she went closer, there was a small nest built there.

Inside, baby sparrows were opening their mouths wide.

She sat quietly and watched expressionlessly for a moment.

Swoosh.

Beila got up from her spot and walked to the center of the roof.

Then she alternately stared at objects flying from three directions.

“Unidentified explosives confirmed, remaining distance 3,271 meters, final impact point confirmed, considering this an attack directed at this location.”

Beila remained still, watching the approaching missiles.

Her master Yoo Jin-hyeok hadn’t set any specific goals or missions for her.

He only said she could live freely as she wished.

So she established her own mission.

To maintain this mansion exactly as it is now.

“Remaining distance 2,991 meters, entered interception range.”

Light from magical engineering flowed from Beila’s left arm.

The arm instantly transformed into a long railgun.

Beila knelt on one knee and aimed the railgun.

“Engaging.”

Before her voice could scatter into the air.

Fire erupted from the railgun’s muzzle.

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