Success Story of a Master Level Mercenary Chaebol - Success Story of a Master Level Mercenary Chaebol 107

107: Do it once and see (4)

bang! dump!

Cheol-woo’s pistol fired fire first. In a single blow, a little Latino kid bled through his head.

“Damn…! These bastards…”

Cheol-woo, who instinctively pulled the trigger, cursed and stepped on the accelerator. The modified truck roared and jumped forward.

I turned around the body of the collapsed child and headed for the front door of the junkyard. His plans were completely changed before he even started.

Even in the sandbox (Iraq), there was a terrorist attack using children. Children in bomb vests would run at the soldiers or mercenaries on vacation.

The children ran recklessly even with tears and runny noses. While hoping that the weak-minded target will delay firing even for a moment…

What do snub-nosed children know? It’s all because of the fucking adults. The cowardly bastards used even ignorant children and drove them into a madness called the Temple.

No matter how much money-blind Yankees were, they couldn’t even bring their own children into the battlefield. Cheol-woo believed that it was worse than those who instigated war with money.

But in the city of New York, the same crazy thing happened again. What the hell does that little boy know?

Do you really understand what he was holding and trying to shoot, and what it means to kill someone?

The child had no choice. She simply regards the environment in which she was born as an everyday thing.

It was the parents’ responsibility and the neighbor’s responsibility. It was my duty to teach my children that the world wasn’t the only thing like that.

Children had a right to know that a life full of gunfire and violence and looting was not normal. And the opportunity to choose for yourself…

Of course, there were no such adults here. Rather, there were only beast-like things that made a child hold a gun in his hand.

Boo! Quang!

He jumped off the truck he was running. Axel was secured with a rifle he stole from the bastards in the back of the truck.

The truck crashed into a rusty iron door at the junkyard with a loud bang, and without stopping, pushed it through the cracks in the broken door.

Truly! Tadadadang!

The sound of roasting beans was loud. After rolling several laps on the floor, Cheol-woo hurriedly ran to the side, climbed the fence and passed inside the junkyard.

“What, what kind of bastard?”

“I do not know. The truck must have been modified by us, but it suddenly hit and came in.”

Unfamiliar Spanish was heard through Cheol-woo’s ears. Those words were translated and heard in real time through the Warrior.

At the same time, the situation inside the junkyard unfolded on Cheol-woo’s retina. All moving dots are 32. There were about 20 people outside the building alone.

He took off the jumper he was wearing. Sunglasses hung over his face.

I was wearing what was inside the truck’s dashboard. It was the Ray-Ban style that was used during the operation.

It was often worn due to the compulsion of his mercenary teacher, Jeff, rather than his taste. His theory was that if he was an elite mercenary, he had to use a Ray-Ban.

Inside Cheolwoo’s jumper were a thin body armor and a MOLLE-type plate carrier. Various weapons were attached to the weapon storage belt that was wrapped around the upper body.

And there was a rifle wrapped around his back. The rifle was a Colt AR-15, and the magazine had a German-made 30-round steel magazine.

AR-15, along with the Kalashnikov family represented by the AK-47, were the two major mountain ranges of human rifles. The M-16, mainly used by Korean reserve forces, was also a derivative of the AR-15.

This rifle was also stolen from the gangsters in the truck. The other was still pressing the accelerator of the now stopped truck.

Tang, tang, tang, …!

Puck, puck, puck, …!

Cheol-woo picked up the rifle he was carrying on his back, aimed it, and fired one shot at a time. It was such a fast burst that there was no aiming time.

Even though it seemed like they were shooting like crazy, they always fell down one at a time. Starting with the ones hiding in high places, his gun moved slowly to the ones below.

Tulle, tulle!

Tadadadang, Tadadadang!

The gangs, startled by the out-of-the-box bullets, quickly responded. But where they sharpened their guns, no one was there.

Cheol-woo was shooting with an irregular rhythm and constantly moving a short distance. After a brief silence, he repeated that when the gun was fired over the cover, a few people jumped backwards like a scarecrow without fail.

A single shot, more frightening than a riot, continued uninterrupted. The enemies completely lost their fighting spirit as they watched their colleagues fall down one by one for every shot every 1 or 2 seconds.

“Ha, surrender!”

bang! puck! dump!

There was a bullet hole in the head of the guy who stood up with the gun above his head. Cheol-woo had no intention of keeping the ones who even let the nosebleed child hold a gun.

The initial plan was to grab their boss and start a fight with other organizations. In the confusion of seeing each other’s blood, he planned to quickly accomplish what he wanted.

But already out of control, he thwarted all his plans. At least it didn’t look like the anger would dissipate until he put a bullet in the head of the MS-13 boss.

Whether to negotiate or threaten him, he was going to think about it later. If you’re wrong, you can blow up the whole thing here. There was enough explosives in his suitcase.

The room suddenly became quiet. Those who had been shooting intermittently were now all lying on the floor bleeding.

At least the Warrior confirmed that there were no survivors in the junkyard vacant lot. The AR-15’s heated muzzle was also slowly cooled by the wind along with the smoke.

Cheolwoo removed the tight magazine and replaced it with a new one. There were a few bullets left in the magazine, but if you use them sparingly, you’ll end up running out of bullets during the fight.

All the bastards who died on the floor were using the same guns. After all, it was free, so there was nothing to save.

After changing magazines and picking up a few more, Cheol-woo quickly approached the three-story building at the end of the junkyard. With only the shoulder attached, the muzzle was lowered to chest height and moved forward quickly.

Several people were also lying at the entrance of the three-story building. I cleaned up a few guys that jumped out of the building near the end of the shot.

Unlike modern firearms, which have little repulsion, the AR-15 has a significant repulsion force. Just looking at it, it was a copy of it from somewhere in the South American jungle.

So the first step was expected to miss the aiming point. And, as expected, the first step went terribly wrong.

However, since the subsequent rounds were fired almost in seconds, there was no chance to avoid the target. And it was only the first one that missed.

Cheol-woo, who ate the repulsive force of the roaming gun with his power just before leaving the human world, stably put the bullet into the aiming point corrected by the Warrior.

There was no need to turn the muzzle and re-align the scale to the eye since the aiming point after all calculations was displayed directly on the retina.

Approaching the building, a remote triggerable compound was attached to the entrance. He then returned to the back of the building, still in an immediate firing position.

It was after he had already identified the number of people who were trying to escape by the Warrior. He pulled the trigger one by one at the people running to the car parked behind the building.

Tang, tang, tang, …!

I heard the same sound one after another and threw myself to the floor one by one. The bodies with holes in the back of their heads could not overcome the resilience they were running and dived into the ground ‘cheolpuduk’.

[Check the person trying to escape through the front door! Detonates a bomb remotely.]

A roar was heard from the front of the building. It was the sound of the bodies of those who slyly changed their escape route through the front door, disappearing without a trace.

The building shook slightly with the explosion. Again, I couldn’t beat the mood and installed an excessive amount of bombs.

Since the explosives were so expensive, it was like a kind of hangover that I hadn’t used to my heart’s content before returning. Satisfied with the cool fireworks display, Cheol-woo entered the building.

The warrior had already figured out the terrain and the location of the enemies in the building. Thanks to him, there was no hesitation in his steps.

Again, in battle, the Warrior was like a god. Literally, such an existence as the god of battle…

[The words of exaltation . . .]

He was a warrior who learned human behavior patterns through constant learning. If I could only control the level of messages with women, I don’t think I could ask for anything more…

I entered the interior of the building with the silence of the unknown warrior. The battle in the compartment was a situation in which there was no choice but to be tense even if 5 or 6 people formed a team. However, since the Warrior had already fully grasped the inside of the compartment, there was nothing to be nervous about.

It was time to go up the stairs leading to the second floor by passing the first floor like that. At the end of the stairs on the second floor, a person came out.

Cheol-woo, who was habitually trying to pull the trigger, stopped his finger. Again, a child who appeared to be in his early teens appeared with a gun.

“Drop the gun! Or shoot!”

“Sa, please save me!”

The child cried at Cheol-woo’s shout and threw the gun to the floor. In fact, her child’s muzzle had never been turned towards Cheol-woo.

I was able to stop the fire by habitually keeping my finger outside the trigger. And thanks to the child’s sloppy posture, as if he had never held a gun, he was able to make quick decisions.

“Who are you this bastard? Why are you here?”

“Hey, just because the men told me to stand here…. Well, I didn’t do well. Whoops!”

Damn gangsters!

Cheol-woo bit his molars hard. He gave a gun to a child who didn’t know much about the world and told him to keep this place.

Even when I was working as a mercenary, this was the most difficult case. The child jumped out, and even though I knew it was a dangerous area, I couldn’t pull the trigger.

It was only after he lost a friend he shared with him that he was finally able to pull the trigger relentlessly. However, the aftereffects were still not easily shaken off.

Big eyes with dark skin. A 10-year-old boy with a typical Latin American face was crying with tears and a runny nose. Cheol-woo shouted and drove her child out of her door.

It was fortunate that the child had never fired a gun. If he had ever shot a gun like a dead child outside a junkyard, his stance with the gun would have been different.

After adjusting his posture again, Cheol-woo slowly climbed the stairs. There were still 5 figures left above me.

Wishing that there were no children among them, Cheol-woo turned his gun forward. The stairs leading to the third floor ended in an instant.

“Wait, put down our arms and negotiate.”

A man with a tattoo on his face so that the skin on his face could not be seen raised his hand holding a pistol over his shoulder and expressed his intention to negotiate. But Cheol-woo’s muzzle blew out without a second thought.

The face of the man whose head was blown out was unrecognizable. However, after comparing the man’s face before the Warrior was crushed with a photo known as Tamuz, he confirmed that they were the same person.

Only after removing the cause of his anger did his anger begin to dissipate. Of course, even at that moment, the gun was quickly turned towards the people on the third floor.

“Hey, surrender. I surrender!”

Again, like those who had been arrested, they knelt down on the floor and put their hands behind their heads and interlocked. It was the attitude of surrender favored by the NYPD.

After thinking for a moment whether to blow all the heads of those who had given up resistance, he removed his finger from the trigger. The anger ended here. His anger over this seemed to saturate his unconscious with blood.

“Who is the vice-boss?”

Cheol-woo asked in English. There was no way young people in New York didn’t know English.

The men lying on their backs glanced at each other. Cheol-woo moved the gun to their heads and kindly forced them to make a choice.

Three out of four glanced at one side. He was a black man with half of his face covered with tattoos.

“Is it you?”

“···Yes.”

“Are these guys…?”

Cheol-woo asked while pointing his eyes at the other three. The pony-head didn’t answer anything.

The other three had their heads broken off. And Cheol-woo raised his gun.

“Are we really going to negotiate now? Very gentlemanly…”

The man made a bewildered expression.