How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 332
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How to Live Immortally Episode 332
332 That’s the right decision
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The night sky of the seed colony.
A transport using optical camouflage casts a hovering spell.
That’s when a two-meter-long gun barrel popped out through the rear ramp door.
A masterpiece designed solely for long-range sniping is aimed at the target.
A bipod is essential for posture control and recoil suppression, but a woman who is ready to fire simply rests her elbow on the barrel shroud and stares absentmindedly at a target eight kilometers away.
There are two goals.
Kookbang!
As she looks at him and pulls the trigger, her hair flutters behind her and the transporter shakes.
It took just 4 seconds for a 15mm supersonic bullet to pass through one area.
“Clear.”
The woman, who saw Carlos and Christopher falling through the telescope, muttered indifferently.
As she retrieved the gun and blinked, her constricted pupils—the lenses—dilated and gradually regained their sharp focus.
It was at that moment that Blake, the president of Mastop, who had been observing the situation through the woman’s other eye, opened his mouth.
[An unexpected ambush occurred in the middle of the battle, but it was a blessing in disguise. It gave time for the police to be dispatched in place of Carlos.]
“… … .”
[It looks like you have some complaints]
It was exactly as he said.
“It’s inefficient. Now that they’ve recognized our presence, they won’t be able to easily attack us next time. Judging by the skill you’ve shown, we might be counterattacked. That was your last chance.”
[Is this the level at which even the great ghost of Matan is wary?]
The Ghost of Matan.
When Blake mentioned the title he had left behind when he was discharged from the army, the woman’s brow furrowed involuntarily.
[Relax. It’s all for the scoop.]
What Blake wanted was Gaon’s complete downfall. He wanted him to experience all the pain he could possibly experience in life. That’s why he created an environment where the candidates’ attention could be focused.
No matter how strong he is, as long as he is a member of society, he cannot oppose the system.
[It’s a shame. If it had clashed with the police, it would have been a much more plausible picture. Did you sense something unsatisfactory and instinctively endure it?]
“How about getting involved now? If we just kill a few of the special forces, I won’t be able to help but… … .”
[stop]
The moment the woman added, Blake’s voice lowered.
[You are my agent. That means the judgment, the decision, and the results are all mine. So you just have to follow my orders without saying a word. Or do you want to follow Carlos?]
“… … .”
[Don’t act cocky. You were drafted to pay off your debt. You need to adapt to the new battlefield as soon as possible.]
“I will keep that in mind.”
[Then return and wait for further instructions]
“All right.”
The woman sat down in the cockpit of the transport plane, leaving the contact behind her.
In that moment, the badge around her neck begins to shake.
As if shouting at them not to forget that they are chains.
* * *
Inside the interrogation room at the Buk-gu Public Prosecutor’s Office, District 39.
Gaon responded to countless interrogations, laughing at the choice of a place that clearly showed his true intentions.
“I told you, it was self-defense. The champion you only saw in Holovision rushed at you, so of course you had to defend yourself. And I wasn’t the one who killed him.”
“Isn’t it true that he was beaten to the point of death? Many people are mistaken, but the position of a 5th-grade officer is not like a license to kill. It is an honorary position that assists the special agent.”
The sudden death of a celebrity has caused quite a stir in some way. Especially if it is a legend that all the citizens of Mars are crazy about.
Failure to accurately determine the cause will backfire on the prosecution, and for them, high-intensity pressure investigations to avoid responsibility have been a time-honored tradition passed down from ancient times.
“I understand that you want to frame me, but you’ll only end up hurting yourself if you do that.”
“Is that so? I’m saying this just in case, but I already know that you are from the Baekdu owner’s family. And yet I’m sentencing you. There won’t be any sanctuaries.”
If a mere sheriff had said that, I would have laughed, but the person in front of me was a special agent.
He was in a position where he could bring my argument to life infinitely.
but-
“You can tell he was shot just by looking at the bullet marks on his body. It has nothing to do with me.”
“There may be an accomplice. A grudge isn’t something that can be determined in a single word.”
“For something like that, you made a conclusion about the suspect too easily. You don’t have an accomplice, do you?”
The special agent who had been quietly glaring at Gaon who was making a fuss suddenly got up from his seat.
“If you are this uncooperative, we have our own thoughts.”
bang!
The special agent disappears, not hiding his anger but revealing it.
Gaon, left alone, tapped the table with his index finger.
Even if he went to court anyway, he would only get a suspended sentence, and no matter how hard he fought, he wouldn’t get anything more than negligent homicide.
In the end, it’s just a meaningless struggle.
Even a child could tell that this was not a ploy to enforce justice, but simply a waste of time.
It’s obvious that there’s someone behind it―
‘Was Carlos the gun that announced the start of war?’
It’s certain that Mastop didn’t have any expectations of him from the beginning. They probably just cast him with the intention of making him die in a shocking way.
You could say that it’s a celebrity archetype rather than a strong archetype.
In that respect, it was highly likely that Christopher was a replacement recruit from somewhere unrelated to Marstop.
If he really intended to win, he would have attacked at the same time.
It was highly likely that the sniper who executed those two was the one chosen by Mastop as the real fighter.
The skill to use a gap of over 6 kilometers as an effective range was more than enough to represent humanity.
In other words, doesn’t that mean the entire city is an airspace?
First of all, it seemed certain that he could land a critical hit anywhere as long as he could secure the position of the opposing fighter.
Considering the nature of the token, it seems difficult for a hitman with such an extreme disposition to survive until the final battle, but the fact that Mastop was supporting him from behind was a big variable.
As rulers of the mass media, they were the first-class organization within the category of information.
Even if the sniper didn’t move, he would have been able to tell the fighters’ history while sitting down.
And faster than anyone else.
A truly exemplary and complementary relationship.
After all, a proxy war is a complex race that can only be won if the pace between the fighter and the company matches.
Right now, at this moment, it is the same.
Negotiating with the public is not the realm of the fighter, but of the company supporting him.
Of course, if Mastop can do it, Baekdu can do it too.
As expected, the communication restriction placed inside the interrogation room is lifted and a sheriff enters.
“I’ve temporarily disabled the internal camera. You have ten minutes to drill. For your information, the sword and equipment are in Evidence Locker 12-B.”
And then he leaves as if he hadn’t said anything.
Immediately afterwards, the device beeps loudly to notify Snow White of a call.
[Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?]
“It’s okay. But I guess the negotiations aren’t going well? It seems like this is all I can do.”
[It seems like there isn’t just one megacorp involved. Even within the public prosecution, opinions are divided.]
So, because of the intervention of a third party, the balance of the scales has collapsed, and the factions within the police are unable to make decisions and are engaged in a showdown―
“One will be Mastop, and the other one?”
[I don’t know until then. I think he must have met with the police chief in advance and given them a heads up, but he’s really good at hiding his whereabouts.]
It was Baekdu who also traced the traces of Mastop. There were only a few cases where Baekdu encountered difficulties.
“There is probably no place where information control is more certain than the board of directors.”
[Is it MTI?]
If they were the ones who first obtained information about the proxy war and were presumed to be targeting Snow White, then there was a possibility that they were receiving protection from a certain director.
Then, I could interfere and not get caught like I do now, but it was all just a story.
“I’m not sure, so let’s come back to that later. What are your plans?”
[First, I sent Ivan. There is a completely different nuance to your escaping while shaking off the reconnaissance and to our side forcibly taking over. I will be reprimanded, but holding on to Iljusol is the priority, right?]
“That’s the right decision.”
The fact that Snow White didn’t move was also a bonus.
As long as the person who had terrorized the plant had not been revealed, it would only be harmful for her to step forward. Perhaps an unidentified group was only waiting for this moment.
But time did not wait for Gaon.
[Wait a minute, what article is coming up?]
When I access the portal site following the surprised voice of Snow White, I see the media outlets supported by Mastop reporting the same content at the same time.
The social pages are filled with one person’s misdeeds.
[The illegitimate child of the Baekdu owner family who murdered famous fighter X. The extravagant second generation of the conglomerate. How far should it be tolerated?]
People in the network who only spew out letters without clarifying the facts. The malicious intent that is spread overflows and is fixed at the top in an instant.
It is absurd for Gaon, the person involved, but it is not something that can be done by claiming innocence.
Because it was an article that Mastop had planned and planned.
They’ll probably put out a correction later anyway.
Of course, Baekdu had the power to suppress it even without that. But that’s not what’s important.
‘The location has been discovered.’
Mastop is saying this. Baekdu’s fighter is in the public notice, so if you’re interested, go and compete. If it’s now, you can bury it with the corruption.
Even though he planned to kill the tea master, no one in his right mind would give in so easily. He would be on guard, thinking that it might be a trap set by Mastop.
But what if they still come?
Kookbang!
There’s no way he’s in his right mind.
* * *
The 39th District Buk-gu Police Station shook along with its axis for a moment. Gaon, who realized that it was the impact of a grenade, immediately went out of the interrogation room and headed to the evidence storage room.
Countless police officers pass by, but no one seems to catch them, as if they were distracted by the sudden attack.
The moment Gaon, who had successfully regained his white night, put on the scabbard along with the auxiliary device, the light in the police station disappeared.
The bustling atmosphere that had existed just a moment ago was nowhere to be found, and only silence filled the air.