Success Story of a Master Level Mercenary Chaebol

005: Live and see (5)

He grabbed one of the legs of the man who had been stabbed in the shoulder and approached the door.

A narrow and steep staircase appeared under the glass door.

Tuk!

“Aaaaaaah!”

He lightly touched the sword stuck in his shoulder with his foot.

Even though he was stunned by shock, he screamed with all his might, as if he felt pain.

ur ur!

“What, what’s going on?”

Startled by the screams, they crawled out of the basement door under the stairs.

And when he saw Cheol-woo, he thought it was an attack, so he quickly ran up the stairs.

swish!

When I was halfway up the narrow stairs, Cheol-woo threw the guy he was holding in his hand down the stairs.

The man, who seemed to weigh more than 90 kg, flew through the air so easily and fell down the stairs.

Woodang!

“Aww!”

“Damn, what is it?”

The two men, who were coming up along the narrow passage with nowhere to hide, grabbed their colleague who was falling and threw them together.

The legs of those who rolled down the stairs were bent in different directions.

‘Are there now 3 people who can fight?’

Cheol-woo came down the stairs, stepped on the people on the floor, and thought as he climbed over them.

His retina was displaying the positions of those in the basement.

Two men stood on either side of the basement doorway, waiting for them to enter.

They had things like baseball bats in their hands.

According to the Warrior’s prediction, the chance of a metal bat was over 80%.

If it hits the head, the probability of going to the goal is that high.

Slurry!

Shhhhhhhhhhhh!

“Die, you bastard!”

As soon as the automatic door made of translucent glass next to the stairs opened, a black object rushed in.

The guys who were waiting mercilessly swung their bats and aimed at the head of the incoming guy.

Whoops, whoops!

The sound of the pot breaking was heard and the person who came in collapsed helplessly.

“Huh, tongue… bro?”

The identity of the prey was revealed in the eyes of the man who was checking the fallen prey.

He was a senior in the organization that had just gone out a little while ago.

The man’s eyes, realizing that something was wrong, reflected a shadow flying outside the door.

The two tried to defend themselves in a hurry, but their memories were just there.

A while ago, Cheol-woo picked up a man crumpled on the floor and pushed it into the automatic door.

I let go of the man’s clothes I was holding when I heard the sound of the pot breaking along with the light hitting sound of the metal bat.

Then, just in time, he flew into the door.

With both hands, he struck the chin of the man who had a dull face.

With their eyes wide open, they fell to the floor as they were.

[Throwing a dagger at 9 o’clock!]

Without even checking their status, the Warrior informed of the enemy’s sneak attack.

Before the Warrior could signal, he had already slipped behind the door.

A sharp sense sensed the sound of the sword cutting the wind.

puck! Barr!

A military dagger trembled against the wall he was standing on.

At first glance, it looked like it was made in Switzerland, but considering the clumsy shape, there was a high probability that it was a Chinese copy product.

Even before entering the basement, he knew that there were people there.

Through the Warrior’s radar, the movement of people in the room had already been grasped.

However, the unusual throwing technique of the enemy was a little surprising.

There must be a professional in the amateur group.

Just by listening to the sound of flying, I could figure out the level of the thrower.

Pulling out the sword stuck in the wall, I went through the door and looked at the place where the guy who threw the sword was.

Rather than the toy-like knives possessed by thugs, the combat knife was much more reliable, even if it was a fake.

Judging by the weight it held in my hand, it was still not genuine Swiss-made.

The center of gravity of the knife mixed with miscellaneous alloy was also slightly out of balance.

If you look at the accurate throwing at the target with this kind of thing, he was quite a skillful guy.

The opponent also came forward with a quiet step, wondering if he was curious.

Like Cheolwoo, he had sports hair.

His kidneys reached his chest.

A rough beard on his haggard face was telling of his condition.

He looked like a retired mercenary or drug-studded waste.

But the twinkling eyes were not dead yet.

Maybe he was a murderer who was hungry for murder and wandered from place to place.

In any case, it was by no means an active duty mogol.

The man who entered the light had a knife in the shape of a beast’s claw in his hand.

The Karambit is a tactical knife.

It was an item not to be used if you were not confident enough in close combat and knife fighting.

It was a small, sharp, memorized knife specialized to cut off the opponent’s blood vessels or nerves, making them incapable of combat.

Shh!

It entered a combat stance with one foot and one arm outstretched.

His body was flexible and his posture was flawless.

“进来吧 (Come in).”

“What, were you a mercenary too?”

I felt a strange sense of unity.

Irrespective of nationality, emotions that only those who roll with one body in another country can feel it rose from the bottom of her heart.

But the reality was cold.

Those who were aiming for the life of their opponents with weapons, be it knives or guns, were always ready to die and be killed.

At this time, emotions were luxury, and luxury was closest to death.

Cheol-woo also stretched out his feet and lowered his waist.

The moment their hearts touched each other, a battle for life or death began.

A search battle ensued between the two.

Both had no gaps.

Cheol-woo spread his front feet first.

He had no intention of dragging on for a long time.

When Cheol-woo gestured for him to come in, he also responded quickly.

Aiming for the open gap in the center, he quickly sprinted in half a beat.

In this case, he usually avoids by waving his upper body or attacks by stepping backwards, but Cheol-woo’s behavior was unusual.

He looked into his opponent’s eyes and twisted his body slightly.

The man who had been digging into Cheol-woo’s arms changed hands and covered his view with an empty hand.

Beyond the obscured view, a blade like the claws of an animal was aiming at the vital point of the human body.

Black!

puck!

Kudang!

The eyes of the guy who thought he had won the victory with the most confident posture widened in embarrassment.

Even though he obviously blocked his view, Cheol-woo’s knife blocked the front of the wrist he was aiming for.

Quickly turning, the blade headed for the next closest and deadly part.

However, Cheol-woo’s sword stuck like a magnet, hindering the progress of the blade.

At the same time, his fist flew and hit the chin.

The mercenary’s blade, which drew a sharp arc, narrowed and passed right over Cheol-woo’s clothes.

The fabric of a thin sports jumper mixed with white and blue opened, showing off the sharpness of the blade.

“Hey, this is my favorite.”

Although Cheol-woo was sad, he pursued the mercenary flying backwards.

I forgot that it wasn’t the tight-fitting combat uniform I always wore, but a richly styled outfit.

The Gore-Tex fabric was cut because the distance was calculated incorrectly.

As he regained his appetite, he lightly kicked the shin of the man who was trying to get his broken posture back up.

In close combat, it was more effective to hit the vital points lightly than to hit hard with force.

A fatal blow only needs to be done once afterward.

‘Cause there won’t be any after that.

The guy who kicked his shin swallowed a moan and rolled back.

Anyway, it was a craft to widen the distance.

Satisfied with the old man’s movements, he also narrowed the distance.

He had a taste for fighting with his opponent’s skill, but he had no intention of letting go of the victory he had once captured.

When the distance did not widen as much as expected, the hand of the man who was rolling again went inside the jacket.

And the moment he took the pistol out of his arms, Cheol-woo’s sword pierced his shoulder.

Whoops! Whoops!

Because of the blade that digs into the shoulder joint, there was no strength in the hand.

Cheol-woo swiftly stepped on the hand holding the gun with his foot and suppressed it.

He even took the gun from his hand.

Curved exterior, black heavy weight.

Tula Togarev.

It was called a ‘swarm pistol’.

It was a very old firearm used during the Korean War.

It was a bestseller for smuggled firearms whose genealogy was unknown as a result of repeated improvements as numerous copies were mass-produced in Asia.

Judging from the shape, it was a handmade product made in Southeast Asia or the border area of ​​China adjacent to Southeast Asia.

The accuracy rate was poor due to the poor manufacturing environment, but it was famous for having no minor breakdowns due to its simple structure.

When I looked at the antiques for a while, memories came to my mind.

This is the dual pistol that Joo Yun-bal heard in the movie.

“杀 (Kill)!”

What did the man with a knife in his shoulder say?

It’s probably meant to kill you.

“Are you crazy, who do you like?”

chewed lightly

The shoulder blade was of no use.

If you want to die, do it yourself.

Killing has to be money.

Doesn’t a guy who acts like a mercenary have no morals?

Where do you want to eat raw?

He looked closely at the pistol.

The eight rounds were full of bullets.

Listening to the state of the muzzle and the sound of the parts, it was a handcrafted product made with considerable care.

Cheol-woo, who took care of his pistol, lightly kicked the mercenary’s jawline.

The guy fell off in an instant.

Now I don’t have to deal with this guy any more.

As always, the mercenaries’ encounter was short and intense.

He pulled out the sword stuck in his shoulder, wiped it on his clothes, and put it on his waist.

Now it was time to start serious negotiations.

No matter how enjoyable the pre-welcome ceremony was, I couldn’t skip this game.

Even more so if a large amount of compensation comes and goes.

Cheol-woo’s footsteps grew a little faster.

I stood in front of the room located in the innermost part of the store.

It was the moment to open the thick door for sound insulation.

The door on the other side of the hallway opened and a head poked out.

it was a woman

A woman with thick make-up, who looked slightly older, was staring at her and scrutinizing her eyes.

She seemed to be the madam of this place or an agent who took care of the young lady.

“Shh!”

Cheol-woo looked at her and raised his index finger and brought it to his lips.

Then he raised his hand and beckoned him to come in.

She nodded slightly, then closed the door quietly.

Intricate lines were clustered up and down the ceiling.

As you can see from the outside, there must be a CCTV recording in that room.

Finally, if you visit that room and delete the recorded video, this job is complete.

No, it would be good to take all the recorded video and put a copy if there is anything to be saved.

Because there are a lot of weaknesses of poor people who are rich and powerful.

Anyway, now is the time to catch and kick the guy named Kang at the front door.

With the same pounding heart just before scratching the lottery ticket, he opened the thick door.

There was a strange stinky smell in the room.

It was the smell of drugs that I smelled a lot in the back alleys of Europe or in the quarters of mercenaries who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

As much as the number of bullet holes engraved on their bodies, the years of taking their drugs were as long.

In the spacious room, a man and two women were spread out on the sofa.

They all looked naked.

I climbed up on a table as wide as the room, lay on the sofa, and stood in front of the distant man.

Tuk, Tuk!

He lightly kicked the man’s face with his toe.

The blood stains on his sneakers were drawn on his face.

Whether it be clothes or shoes, you have to throw away everything and buy a new one.

Thinking about the unexpected expenses, I decided to drastically raise the unit price of the negotiation.

After kicking his face a few more times, his eyes fluttered open.

Rolling her disfocused eyes to and fro, she struggled to find out about the unfamiliar intruder.

Cheol-woo squatted on the table with his knees bent.

Then, approaching Kang’s face, he asked.

“Are you the youngest son of that conglomerate, you Johnman?”

Kang’s eyes widened sharply.