The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 64

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#Episode 64
“You… you’re…”
Jo Bong-soo stumbled backward, his face contorted as though he’d just glimpsed the Grim Reaper himself.
“Why aren’t you answering?”
Choi Yu-ra’s eyes gleamed with dangerous intensity.
“What I just said—it was about me, wasn’t it? Or wasn’t it?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Don’t ‘no’ me. What did you say again? Something about tattoos all over… what was it?”
Choi Yu-ra spoke, searching her memory.
“You said if I picked up some tattooed lunatic, I shouldn’t even think about working—just call the office first, didn’t you?”
Eun-sung, who had been listening quietly, chimed in.
“And you also said, how does he even know that crazy woman?”
“So what if I do?”
Choi Yu-ra whipped her head around, her voice sharp as a blade.
“Even when I help, there’s nothing but trouble.”
“Who asked for help?”
Choi Yu-ra turned her gaze back to Jo Bong-soo.
“Anyway, that tattooed lunatic was me, right?”
“That’s a misunderstanding.”
Jo Bong-soo denied it desperately.
“What misunderstanding? Is there another tattooed lunatic besides me?”
“Bucheon’s got a truckload of women like that.”
“Shut it.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Jo Bong-soo, his pathetic excuses trailing off, hung his head low.
Truth be told, he wasn’t entirely wrong.
Bucheon was indeed home to countless tattooed individuals, regardless of age or gender.
Three consecutive large-scale Awakening incidents had reduced the entire city to a slum, transforming it into a crime-ridden metropolis teeming with unsavory characters.
“You look perfectly fine, so you must’ve gone to some professional healer for treatment?”
“I didn’t have enough money for complete recovery, so I just put out the most urgent fires…”
Thwack!
“Aaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”
Jo Bong-soo clutched his groin, shrieking in unbearable agony.
Despite the exorbitant healing costs that had barely kept him alive, Choi Yu-ra’s kicks showed no mercy.
“Ugh. Damn it.”
“I… I can’t watch this. Ugh.”
The taxi drivers from Taeil Transportation all twisted their faces in sympathy.
Being men themselves, they could all too easily imagine just how excruciating Jo Bong-soo’s suffering must be.
“You crazy bastards! Hnngh!”
“Just because you’re Hunters, you think you’re everything? Huh? Hngh!”
“You must have lost your mind wanting to die like this? Huff! Gasp!”
The Taxi Drivers pulled out various colored powders from their pockets and inhaled them.
Soon their eyes became tinted with the same colors as the powders they had inhaled.
“I knew it would come to this.”
Eun-sung smirked as if he had anticipated this all along.
The powder the Taxi Drivers had inhaled was a new drug called [Overdrive].
It was made by refining Etherium and mixing it with existing drugs like cocaine, methamphetamine, heroin, and fentanyl, and depending on the combination and proportions, there were countless variations.
So the effects and side effects ranged from simple pleasure to enhanced combat ability.
Yet they did share commonalities.
Even ordinary people could temporarily exhibit Hunter-level abilities when taking [Overdrive], depending on the grade and concentration of the Etherium.
While the drug was in effect, they could display superhuman strength, reaction speed, defense, and other extraordinary abilities.
“Tsk.”
Eun-sung clicked his tongue.
It was undeniable that humans under the influence of Overdrive were dangerous.
Even ordinary people could tear apart ferocious beasts like bears and tigers.
But no matter how much Overdrive one consumed, a civilian remained a civilian.
To a Hunter with professional training and extensive combat experience, they were nothing more than easy prey.
Mindlessly strong, but utterly clueless about actual fighting.
“Die! You bastard!”
“I’ll snap your neck!”
The Taxi Drivers intoxicated by Overdrive rushed at Eun-sung in unison.
* * *
It took Eun-sung less than a minute to dispatch the Taxi Drivers.
More precisely, I didn’t even feel the need to actually fight.
‘Red Moon.’
I pulled the [Red Moon] card from my deck and threw it.
Whoooooosh!
Crimson blades resembling a red moon ravaged the Taxi Drivers.
“Kyaaaagh!”
“Aaaaagh!”
Screams erupted continuously from the Taxi Drivers’ mouths.
“Ugh!”
“You’re killing us! Killing us!”
Yet, perhaps due to the Overdrive, the Taxi Drivers continued their assault on Eun-sung despite being drenched in blood.
“Honestly.”
Eun-sung smirked coldly as he drew up his Ether.
Whoooooooosh―!
The crimson blades became a fierce tempest, swirling and sweeping across the Taxi Drivers.
A scene of carnage far worse than what had unfolded in the office earlier materialized.
“Uweeeeeeeek!”
Yeom Taek-su vomited up the contents of his stomach.
Splurt!
“Gack!”
Yeom Taek-su’s head snapped back as the chain Choi Yu-ra swung struck him squarely, sending him sprawling to the ground.
“You filthy bastard, puking all over the place like this.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Throw up again. I’ll make you lick up every last drop of bile.”
At Choi Yu-ra’s threat, Yeom Taek-su’s face drained of all color.
“These damn bastards!”
“These insane fools!”
The other taxi drivers and organization members inside the office finally grasped the situation and erupted in curses.
“These cursed bastards! We’ll tear you apart—wait?”
One taxi driver reached for a rifle stored in the office, but froze in horror upon spotting Eun-sung.
From nowhere, Eun-sung was wielding what people commonly called a “Gatling gun”—an M134 minigun.
Rifle versus minigun.
The firepower disparity was absolute.
They weren’t even in the same category of comparison.
A rifle was designed for a person to hold and fire, but a minigun was built to be mounted on helicopters or vehicles for sustained suppressive fire.
Smirk.
A smile played across Eun-sung’s lips.
Whirrrrr!
The barrel began to spin.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr—!!!
The minigun spewed bullets at a rate of one hundred rounds per second, unleashing a torrent of fire toward the Taeil Transportation office.
Rounds tore through the container’s outer walls, shredding the office interior to ribbons.
And the people inside? They fared no better.
The taxi drivers and organization members of the Nine-Tail Crew inside the office couldn’t even maintain recognizable forms.
Walls torn to shreds.
Unidentifiable debris tangled in grotesque heaps.
And blood flowing from the office.
The scene was something you’d only witness on a battlefield or at a terrorist attack site.
The destruction was so complete that even a mercy kill seemed unnecessary.
But Eun-sung was thorough.
“Might as well finish the job properly.”
Eun-sung drew a card from the deck in his hand.
In the next instant, a flamethrower materialized in his grasp.
Whoooosh!
Flames roared forth!
Crimson fire consumed the container office building whole.
The insulation inside the containers fed the inferno, which swelled rapidly, blanketing the entire area in thick, toxic black smoke.
“I can’t even fathom how insane this is.”
As a Hunter, I’d prided myself on having encountered my share of lunatics, but Eun-sung operated on an entirely different level.
How could anyone commit such atrocities without a single flicker of emotion crossing their face?
“That should be enough. Let’s go.”
Choi Yu-ra flinched violently at the sight of Eun-sung approaching.
The flames roared and crackled.
Eun-sung’s silhouette against the inferno was utterly chilling.
Through the deep shadows cast across his face, his vacant eyes gleamed with an unsettling coldness.
“Where on earth did you even get those things?”
Choi Yu-ra asked Eun-sung.
Even in a world where firearms were commonplace, heavy weapons like miniguns and flamethrowers weren’t exactly easy to procure.
“That’s classified.”
Eun-sung shrugged and moved forward.
The spent casings clattered across the ground.
The shell casings ejected from the minigun caught under Eun-sung’s feet.
“Right.”
Eun-sung turned back as if remembering something.
“What, there’s more to do?”
“There are too many CCTVs.”
Eun-sung pointed to the taxis lined up in a row.
“Hold on.”
Eun-sung drew the [Plunder] card from his deck and summoned the ferrets.
The ferrets stretched out in a line and retrieved the memory cards from the dashcams installed inside the taxis.
“That’s it. Let’s go.”
“Y-yeah.”
Choi Yu-ra followed Eun-sung with a reluctant expression.
* * *
“You said there was something else besides this?”
Eun-sung shoved Yeom Taek-su into the refrigerated truck and asked.
“T-the labor office and employment agency….”
Yeom Taek-su answered in a trembling voice to Eun-sung’s question.
The truth was, Eun-sung and Choi Yu-ra’s assault on Taeil Transportation wasn’t simply to capture Gu Tae-il.
Capturing Gu Tae-il alone would never dismantle the Nine-Tail Crew.
To reclaim Bucheon Station, they would need to eliminate at least two-thirds of the organization’s members, sever multiple funding sources, and wipe out all their criminal collaborators.
“What’s the farthest location from here?”
“There’s Nine Nutrition in the Ojeong Industrial Complex… it’s a pharmaceutical factory.”
“A pharmaceutical factory? They manufacture Overdrive there?”
“Yes.”
“They really do have their fingers in everything.”
They’d even set up an entire factory to manufacture drugs.
“Wait. Nine Nutrition—isn’t that the company that makes protein supplements? The ones fitness YouTubers advertise?”
Eun-sung recalled the company name and spoke.
“That’s correct.”
“This isn’t even a web anymore.”
Eun-sung let out a cold laugh.
Just how deeply had they sunk their roots into this city?
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if the elderly woman selling tteokbokki and fish cakes at a street stall was also a member of the Nine-Tail Crew.
Bang!
Eun-sung slammed the truck door shut with force.
“Where to now?”
“Ojeong Industrial Complex.”
“You’re really going to dig through the night?”
“That’s the plan.”
Eun-sung skillfully drove the truck toward Ojeong Industrial Complex.
Weeeeeeee!
The sirens of fire trucks echoed from a distance.
“Sigh.”
“What’s wrong, suddenly?”
“Feels like I’m causing trouble for innocent people.”
“You feel guilty toward the firefighters?”
Choi Yu-ra furrowed her brow.
The sound of the fire truck sirens gradually faded into the distance.
“They risk their lives running around to save people. I’ve just added to their workload.”
“After killing people like that?”
“I don’t consider trash to be people.”
“I just can’t understand you.”
At Eun-sung’s response, Choi Yu-ra shook her head in exasperation.
Buzz, buzzzz….
Yeom Taek-su’s phone, which had been tossed to the side of the truck, vibrated.
Hyung Tae-il
The caller was Gu Tae-il.
The leader of the Nine-Tail Crew.

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