The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 66

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#Episode 66
In truth, Gaksidan masks were one of the Andong Hahoe masks, and since there were over ten varieties of Hahoe masks, distinguishing between them wasn’t easy.
Which meant the masks these people wore might not be Gaksidan masks at all.
However, since a drama titled [Gaksidan] had been a hit long ago, it was simply the most recognizable among the Hahoe masks.
“Are they Recka?”
Choi Yu-ra’s assumption stemmed from the fact that in this day and age, anyone tearing through the streets on a bike while wearing a mask was almost certainly Recka.
“Hmm. I don’t think so.”
Eun-sung shook his head.
“Not Recka?”
Choi Yu-ra tilted her head in confusion.
“The masks are different.”
“What?”
“Recka typically wear frog masks or clown masks, not Gaksidan masks.”
“Are you seriously saying that?”
Choi Yu-ra’s expression twisted with disbelief.
The audacity of distinguishing whether they were Recka or not based solely on mask differences was beyond comprehension.
“Gaksidan masks are symbols of longing.”
“…?”
“I’ve heard that Gaksidan masks represent a wife who died pining for her husband who passed away long ago. I think I’ve also heard they were revered as guardian deities.”
“…What are you talking about.”
Choi Yu-ra shot back as if he were spouting nonsense.
“Anyway, they’re not Recka.”
“Then what are they.”
“Who knows.”
“Ugh.”
Choi Yu-ra barely suppressed the urge to crack open Eun-sung’s skull and peer inside.
How many cunning serpents were coiled up in there….
From Choi Yu-ra’s perspective, Eun-sung had an infuriating habit of thoroughly concealing information he possessed.
Of course, as a hunter, it was an admirable and wise approach, but working alongside him made it utterly exasperating.
“You know something.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I don’t, really.”
…That’s what he said, but Eun-sung knew exactly who they were.
‘Of all times, to run into Gaksidan like this.’
Gaksidan.
They were a faction standing in direct opposition to the Nine-Tail Crew.
No matter how much of a den of iniquity Bucheon had become, it wasn’t populated solely by villains.
Gaksidan’s objective was to liberate Bucheon from the Nine-Tail Crew and, further still, to rebuild and restore the city to normalcy.
That was why they donned Gaksidan masks as a resistance force and stood against the Nine-Tail Crew.
Of course, the outcome was far from favorable.
‘What a shame.’
I recalled the final moments of Gaksidan as reported in the news, shaking my head in dismay.
The members of Gaksidan, along with their families, had all ended up hanging in front of Bucheon City Hall.
“Keep going, don’t stop.”
“Let’s head over and observe. We need to see how things unfold.”
“Alright, then.”
“Let’s go.”
The bike, melting into the darkness, glided silently across the road.
Vrooooom!
Gaksidan, comprised of roughly thirty members, literally ‘raided’ the Nine Nutrition factory.
The hunters wearing Gaksital masks unleashed indiscriminate attacks on the Nine-Tail Crew members guarding the factory, and combat erupted.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Boom, crash!
“Kill them!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Wipe them all out!”
Gunfire, explosions, shouts, and screams pierced through the Ojeong Industrial Complex, which had been silent as a grave.
“Ah, please.”
I covered my face in anguish.
An enemy stronghold ought to be destroyed ‘quietly’.
The fundamental principle was to prioritize remaining undetected, infiltrate covertly, strike the target, and withdraw swiftly.
But Gaksidan didn’t even adhere to such basic tactics.
They simply stormed in loudly, killing and destroying everything in their path.
It was as if they had never intended to conduct an ambush in the first place.
As a veteran hunter born into a family of special forces soldiers, I found Gaksidan’s tactical judgment nearly unbearable to witness.
“They’re not exactly dying to be heroes. Sigh.”
“What do you expect from kids riding delivery bikes.”
Choi Yu-ra chided me.
Indeed, among the bikes Gaksidan rode, many were delivery motorcycles.
That likely meant not all of them were hunters.
“What do you want to do.”
“We should help them.”
“You?”
Choi Yu-ra’s eyes widened in surprise.
“The enemy of my enemy might be my ally. Regardless of how foolish those bastards are.”
I twisted the throttle harder.
The bike surged silently toward the battlefield.
* * *
Meanwhile, Gu Tae-il, who had been indulging in pleasure with beautiful women in a jacuzzi, jolted up at an urgent incoming call.
“What?! Those bastards in Gaksidan masks?!”
Gu Tae-il was utterly flabbergasted.
According to the report, masked assailants had launched an attack on the Overdrive manufacturing plant.
“Send in the foreign workers first, and dispatch everyone from the dormitory and office. Wipe them all out.”
– Yes, boss!
“Oh, and one more thing.”
Gu Tae-il added as if something had just occurred to him.
“Don’t kill them. Keep them alive if possible. I need to make an example out of them and their entire families. Understand?”
– I’ll keep that in mind, boss.
“Report back when it’s done. Lock up anyone you capture in the warehouse. Once everything’s finished, I’ll go there myself.”
– Yes, boss.
“Heh.”
Gu Tae-il clutched his head as if in disbelief, laughing to himself.
“Gaksidan? The audacity is unbelievable. They dare attack our factory? Hehehehe, hehehehehehe.”
Ssshhhhh….
Ether poured forth from the enraged Gu Tae-il.
“Oh, oppa!”
“Ugh!”
“Ahhhhh!”
The beautiful women in the jacuzzi clutched their chests in agony.
For ordinary people, the ether emanating from an enraged Hunter was more harmful than radiation itself.
They gasped for breath, blood streaming from their noses, their hearts wracked with excruciating pain.
Splash, splash!
“Cough!”
Soon they were coughing up blood and collapsing into the jacuzzi one by one.
“How should I dispose of these things… Should I flay them alive… Or burn them to death… I’m getting tired of chopping them up anyway. Maybe it’s time to try a different method. Hehehehe.”
A sinister smile spread across Gu Tae-il’s lips.
“Make absolutely sure this doesn’t leak out. Keep your mouths shut. Understood?”
“Yes, boss.”
Gu Tae-il’s subordinates standing behind the jacuzzi responded.
‘If the Alliance finds out about this… ugh.’
Gu Tae-il’s expression hardened.
The Overdrive manufacturing plant wasn’t solely owned by the Nine-Tail Crew.
The primary ingredient, Etherium, was mined directly by the Nine-Tail Crew from the Bucheon Station Gate.
However, the various drugs needed to produce Overdrive were entirely dependent on the Incheon Alliance.
The Incheon Alliance imported all manner of narcotics from around the world through Incheon Port.
Since the subordinate organization Nine-Tail Crew handled manufacturing and distribution while remitting profits, a major incident could spell trouble for Gu Tae-il as well.
“What audacious bastards would dare attack the factory… ”
But only for a moment.
“Could there be a… traitor?”
Gu Tae-il’s eyes flickered with alarm.
Only a handful of people knew about the Overdrive manufacturing factory.
But if someone had stormed the factory, it meant information had leaked from somewhere.
“Damn it.”
Gu Tae-il picked up the phone again.
* * *
Though chaotic, Gaksidan seemed to hold the advantage, having launched the preemptive strike.
But it was only temporary.
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
Gaksidan began to lose ground steadily.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Boom, bang!
The Nine-Tail Crew’s members deployed heavy weapons—machine guns and grenade launchers—unleashing a torrent of firepower.
And that was merely the beginning of their counterattack.
Whoooosh!
Foreign riders on worn motorcycles arrived in succession, raining down fierce assaults on Gaksidan.
They didn’t look like Hunters, but their eyes were all stained a vivid crimson—almost certainly they had consumed Overdrive.
“Kill every last one of these bastards!”
“Our boss is furious! You’re done for!”
“You! Dead! I’m tired of overtime!”
Chinese-Korean, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, Nepali, and more.
The members’ nationalities were remarkably diverse.
But the one giving Gaksidan the most trouble was a muscular Hunter in shorts and a sleeveless shirt.
Boom, whoosh!
He wielded a massive hammer-shaped spirit blade, its destructive power absolutely terrifying.
Hwang Doo-hee.
A former fitness competitor and Hunter.
It seemed he had been staying at the factory at the time.
Bang!
“…!”
The Gaksidan member struck by Hwang Doo-hee’s hammer literally ‘exploded’.
The kinetic energy packed into the hammer was so immense that the body couldn’t withstand it and burst apart.
It was a force reminiscent of a speeding locomotive.
“Damn! I’ll stop him!”
A burly Gaksidan member stepped forward to block Hwang Doo-hee’s path.
The member’s spirit blade took the form of a colossal greatsword, though curiously about two-thirds of it was broken.
Normally, a spirit blade maintains its permanent form as long as the Hunter lives….
Crash, boom!
Kaboom!
Hwang Doo-hee clashed with a Gaksidan member wielding a broken greatsword.
“Ha! You bastard?”
“Ugh!”
“Does your head need to split open before you come to your senses? Huh?”
The Gaksidan member with the broken greatsword was no match for Hwang Doo-hee.
The gap in their abilities was clearly two or three tiers apart.
“Huh?”
Eun-sung tilted his head as he looked at the Gaksidan member wielding the broken greatsword.
“Isn’t that him? Your classmate?”
Choi Yu-ra also recognized the distinctive shape of the greatsword and asked Eun-sung.
“Classmate, my ass.”
Eun-sung scoffed and charged toward Hwang Doo-hee on his bike.
Vroom—!
The front wheel of the bike ran over Hwang Doo-hee.
Crash!
“Ugh!”
Hwang Doo-hee held onto the bike and resisted.
The abnormally thick thighs and veins in both his arms bulged as if they might burst.
“Oh, you’re holding on?”
“Ugh!”
“Then try handling this too.”
Eun-sung twisted the throttle harder.
Vroooom!
The etherium battery unleashed a monstrous output.
Screeeech!
The asphalt and tire ground away simultaneously as the rear wheel slowly pushed Hwang Doo-hee backward.
“Uaaaaaaah—!!!”
It was the moment Hwang Doo-hee gritted his teeth and held his ground.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Eun-sung’s Desert Eagle roared to life.
Seven rounds from the .50 caliber handgun tore through Hwang Doo-hee’s face.
Thud!
Hwang Doo-hee collapsed with a dull sound.
“…He’s completely reckless, isn’t he?”
Choi Yu-ra wore an expression of exasperation.
“If you’re stupid, you deserve to die.”
Eun-sung replied as if it were nothing.
“Huff, huff!”
The Gaksidan member with the broken greatsword gasped for breath.
He had nearly had his head crushed by the hammer Hwang Doo-hee had swung.
“What are you doing here?”
I approached the Gaksidan member holding the broken greatsword and asked.
“Ah, Eun-sung hyung…?”
A Gaksidan member.
No, Oh Tae-kwon flinched in surprise.
Though he wore the face mask that special forces operators favored, there was no mistaking it—it was Eun-sung.
How could he not recognize the silhouette and voice of the benefactor who had saved his life countless times?
“I’m not Cha Eun-sung.”
“Huh…?”
“And you’re not Oh Tae-kwon either, right?”
I smiled wickedly as I spoke.
“Uh, yeah.”
“So you’re Oh Tae-kwon?”
“Well… no, I’m not.”
“Then I’m not Cha Eun-sung either.”
“Haha…”
“Why aren’t you getting up? Should I lend you a hand?”
“Ah, no!”
Oh Tae-kwon scrambled to his feet.
“We need to talk later.”
With that, I drew out the machete with a sharp sound.
The crimson aura within the machete rippled like blood itself.

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