The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 72
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#Episode 72
Silence descended upon the room.
From outside the building came only the intermittent sounds of gunfire and screams, the whir of helicopter blades and the rumble of armored vehicles.
“…I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Blue Rabbit played innocent.
“You can’t exactly fight while wearing that thing. Stop being stubborn.”
A smile played at the corners of Eun-sung’s mouth.
After all, no one would willingly don something so cumbersome in a life-or-death situation.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. This is actually more comfortable than I expected.”
Eun-sung tapped the White Bone Suppression Mask as he spoke.
“Though it is stuffy, so taking it off wouldn’t be a bad idea either.”
Eun-sung slipped off the White Bone Suppression Mask.
Sweat-dampened hair clung to his forehead and the bridge of his nose.
“A face I’ve never seen before.”
“That’s what you’d expect from a small-timer like you.”
“…Kuh.”
A chilling laugh emanated from within the rabbit mask.
“I don’t know where you crawled out from, but the fact that you’d show your face… you must be confident. Confident that you’ll just kill everyone anyway.”
“You’re perceptive.”
“Are you from the Defense Strategy Department?”
Blue Rabbit mistook Eun-sung for a hitman sent by the Defense Strategy Department and asked.
“Aren’t you overestimating yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
“Does the Defense Strategy Department have time to worry about someone like you? Sure, dealing with trash like you is their job, but you’re not in their league.”
“You talk too much, you bastard.”
Provoked by Eun-sung’s relentless taunts, Blue Rabbit ripped off the rabbit mask and hurled it aside.
“Jung Mu-jin. Defense Strategy Department, Bucheon Branch.”
Eun-sung’s expression twisted into a cold sneer, as if he’d expected exactly this.
Thud, thud.
Clink, clink….
The sound of chains dragging across the ground echoed through the space.
“…How could you possibly do that.”
Choi Yu-ra’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light as she laid eyes on Jung Mu-jin.
“Are you… are you even human?”
“….”
Jung Mu-jin did not answer.
“You two talk.”
Eun-sung stepped back smoothly.
Blue Rabbit.
The auctioneer of Golden Sun.
And the true culprit who killed Choi Yu-ra’s ex-boyfriend and Eun-sung’s best friend.
Dealing with him should be Choi Yu-ra’s responsibility, not mine.
* * *
Handing Jung Mu-jin over to Choi Yu-ra didn’t mean I had nothing left to do.
I had my own part to play.
“Ugh!”
Gu Tae-il.
The leader of the Nine-Tail Crew, the criminal organization that had ruled Bucheon like a king for the past several years.
He was pushing his stocky frame upright.
“Damn it….”
Gu Tae-il cursed as he peeled grenade fragments embedded in his face.
He had emerged unscathed even from an explosion where five grenades detonated simultaneously.
An ordinary person would have been shredded to pieces….
There was nothing strange about it.
Gu Tae-il was a 5-star hunter.
He had long since ascended to a level where conventional human weapons no longer worked.
“You bastard. You’re that Cha Eun-sung guy or whatever, right?”
“Yeah.”
I wore a bewildered expression, genuinely taken aback.
How did Gu Tae-il know my identity when even Jung Mu-jin didn’t….
“You know who I am?”
“You’re that newbie from the Technomart incident.”
“Ah.”
I recalled that time and nodded.
Back then, reporters had happened to gather in front of Technomart, so I’d been unavoidably exposed to the media.
“Damn it.”
Gu Tae-il suddenly spat out a curse.
“I don’t get what’s so great about a bastard like you. Why do they all lose their minds over you?”
“What?”
“Do women have some disease where they go crazy over any pretty-faced bastard???”
“…What are you talking about.”
I stared blankly, genuinely confused.
The vulgarity and crudeness of his language aside.
I couldn’t understand why he was spouting such nonsense in this situation, his eyes gleaming wildly.
“Isn’t it funny? The way the world works?”
“What, what is.”
“Strength? Money? Power? It’s all bullshit. Hehehehe, hehehehehehe. In the end, it all comes down to this one thing.”
Gu Tae-il pointed to his own face as he spoke.
His lips twisted into a grotesque smile.
Already looking impoverished, his expression grew even more grotesque, and I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.
“Why do women always lose their minds over pretty boys like you? Complete strangers, worthless bastards, yet they become fans just because you’re handsome, creating fan accounts and….”
A strange expression crossed my face.
I didn’t know what kind of life Gu Tae-il had lived, nor did I care.
Why would I want to know about the life of human garbage?
But one thing was abundantly clear—Gu Tae-il’s inferiority complex about his appearance was beyond imagination.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be endlessly rambling about appearance-related matters.
“So….”
Whoosh!
Claw-shaped ether blades materialized in both of Gu Tae-il’s hands.
“When I see bastards like you, I want to kill them. I won’t be satisfied until I shred that pretty face of yours and sever those long legs.”
Crack!
The concrete beneath Gu Tae-il’s feet shattered into fragments.
His figure vanished from my sight.
An explosive acceleration.
Boom!
The deafening sound of tearing air followed a beat too late.
“…!”
My pupils contracted instantly.
My eyes couldn’t track him in time.
Beside my ear.
Screech!
A chilling killing intent flashed.
Clang!
The machete and claws collided, scattering sparks.
“Ugh.”
I furrowed my brow.
Throbbing, throbbing!
My shoulder tingled painfully.
The impact of blocking the claws had traveled up my arm and straight to my shoulder.
“Kekekek!”
Gu Tae-il, now inches from my face, wore a manic smile.
“Oh, so you can react after all?”
“…!”
Razor-sharp ether-infused claws.
The talons of malice relentlessly targeted my face.
* * *
The Defense Strategy Department deployed special forces and hunters to Golden Sun the moment they surrounded the hotel.
“Execute, Execute!”
Bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The elite special forces operatives, honed through rigorous training, swept through Golden Sun’s interior like fish returning to water, seizing complete control.
As was customary among highly trained special forces units, clearing the building’s interior fell squarely within their domain of expertise—their speed and precision were unmatched.
Click!
The moment power was restored, the lights in the Main Hall blazed to life.
“W-what is this?”
“Ugh.”
The special forces operatives and hunters nearly lost their minds at the horrific spectacle laid bare before their eyes.
A hellscape.
There was no other way to describe what lay within the Main Hall.
The floor was nothing short of a sea of blood.
Still-warm blood seeped into the carpet, squelching beneath every footstep.
Nearly a hundred corpses lay scattered throughout the space.
Walls, pillars, ceiling—all bore splatters of blood and fragments of flesh.
And atop this horror, figures wearing animal masks lay entangled with naked men and women in a sight both grotesque and abominable.
“Uuugh, uuuaaagh.”
“P-please. Save me, please.”
Amid it all, the groans and pleas of those fortunate enough to survive echoed through the Main Hall like the wails of the damned.
“Blech.”
“Urgh.”
Several operatives and hunters bolted outside, unable to contain their retching.
“…So this is what they call a river of corpses and sea of blood.”
A low sigh escaped from Lim Captain’s lips.
What on earth was Eun-sung doing to leave such carnage in his wake wherever he went?
“P-please save me! Ugh!”
The gentleman in the bear mask struggled to his feet.
He, who had been entangled with his purchased [merchandise] on the bed, was barely managing to rise.
“Hands up!”
“Hands up! You bastard!”
The special forces operatives leveled their weapons at the customer in the bear mask.
“Remove it and verify his identity.”
“Yes, sir.”
The bear mask resisted fiercely.
“Let go! Let go! You bastards! Release me! Ugh!”
But being an ordinary civilian, the bear mask was subdued far too easily by the special forces operatives.
Soon, the identity of the bear mask was revealed.
“Huh?”
“W-wait a moment.”
The special forces operatives froze in shock.
The bear mask belonged to someone everyone would recognize.
“A congressman…?”
Lim Captain’s expression twisted into one of utter disbelief.
The man behind the bear mask was a congressman.
Moreover, he was a heavyweight in the political arena—a former party leader of the ruling coalition.
“No, no! It wasn’t me!”
He desperately thrust his head down, vehemently denying the accusation.
“Check the identities of everyone wearing a mask.”
“Yes, sir!”
It didn’t take long to discover that the former ruling party leader was merely the tip of the iceberg.
“Stop!”
“Don’t remove it! You bastards! Do you know who I am!”
“Please, just leave the mask on… ugh!”
Conglomerate chairmen, supreme court justices, police executives, university professors, opposition party senior members, established actors—the list went on.
With each mask that fell away, the air in the Main Hall grew heavier and more suffocating.
“….”
At some point, the operatives fell silent, their jaws clenched tight as they mechanically removed masks and fastened handcuffs.
Their faces had hardened into rigid masks, and behind the balaclavas, their eyes gleamed with a chilling contempt.
“I’ll give you anything! Anything you want!”
“We can cover this up, can’t we? Huh? Let’s handle this amicably.”
“Get your superiors on the line!”
“Please, can’t we just let this pass quietly? If the public finds out….”
Those whose identities had been exposed scrambled to find their own paths to salvation.
Some dangled money, others leveraged connections, and still others resorted to threats.
“Damn it, seriously….”
A curse slipped from Lim Captain’s lips.
This was no simple case.
It was a mega-scandal—human trafficking with key figures from every sector of society implicated in a cascading chain.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much chaos this would unleash.
It was a catastrophic incident that would shake not only South Korea but the entire world.
Moreover, the circumstantial evidence was so ironclad that there was virtually no chance any of them would escape.
“These… these goddamn bastards….”
One operative let his suppressed rage break through.
“How can you… how can you call yourselves human?!”
“Cough!”
Crack! Smack!
The rifle butt struck the former police commissioner’s face.
No one stopped him.
They were all holding back, but they all felt exactly the same way….
“You there.”
Lim Captain pointed to one of the operatives and spoke.
“Yes, sir?”
“Got any cigarettes?”
Lim Captain found himself unable to suppress the craving any longer.
If he didn’t smoke, he feared he might do something reckless.
His hand trembled as he brought the cigarette to his lips.
Click.
“Ahhhhh―.”
Lim Captain inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs, then exhaled slowly.
“Remarkable how this garbage keeps rolling along so smoothly.”
Bitter resignation escaped from Lim Captain’s mouth.
Yet he knew the truth.
South Korea hadn’t collapsed thus far not because of people like these, but in spite of them.
Lim Captain’s gaze swept across the surroundings.
In this hellscape drenched in blood.
There were those who quietly performed their duties.
People administering first aid to survivors, removing the bodies of the dead, placing handcuffs on criminals—each fulfilling their role without complaint.
“Perhaps… humanity’s true enemy isn’t monsters at all. Sigh.”
The melancholic murmur dissipated with the cigarette smoke.
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