Chapter 57

Tingr.
A smoke grenade landed at Kim’s feet. [S-6 Tactical Smoke Bomb]. Gray smoke erupted from the open barrel, spreading rapidly in all directions.
“Oh no…!”
The fastest to react was a soldier who was watching Kim closely. But there was a slight delay. As the atmosphere was building, his eyes were on the podium.
At first, the soldiers weren’t too wary of Kim. To this day, he hasn’t caused any incidents or questions, and he doesn’t even have a knife in his hand.
They were only keeping an eye on it because Mithril ordered them to. Some of the soldiers even thought it was a waste of manpower.
Just a second or two of laxity. That’s what proved fatal.
The smoke was soon ankle-deep. A machete formed in Kim’s hand and flowed like water into Westcreek’s right hand.
Quack!
The blade was in the soldier’s throat before he could draw his gun. His collarbone crushed easily. The faint electricity from the spell activated Westcreek’s muscle cells.
Bam!
Another soldier’s face was gouged out.
Unarmed, Kim suddenly found himself holding a shield and a pistol in both hands. He’d gotten used to handling them, and now he was a master.
Westcreek ran all the way down the right side and cut down the enemy player. Kim, on the other hand, calmly pulled the trigger. Now was not the time to fight with a clear head.
When to prioritize strategic judgment.
Make sure you read the flow correctly.
“Gahhhhhhhh!”
“Terror, terror!”
The random gunfire and smoke caused panic among the populace. There was no semblance of civilized order as people pushed each other to escape.
After Kim cleared the front, he got as close to the podium as he could. This ensured that the Ovaltan aimed at him would not hit the back of an Atlanta citizen.
“It’s not like there won’t be civilian casualties.
There are many people who fall and get crushed. Civilian casualties, even if they were self-inflicted, were the last thing Kim wanted.
“There are only two enemies, shoot!”
Thud, thud, thud!
A hail of bullets pounded the shields.
Kim’s head coolly assessed the situation. There were about 50 troops now, and they were increasing, not decreasing. The soldiers guarding the rear of the execution grounds had also come here.
All attention was focused on Kim and Westcreek. Mithril didn’t show up, and no one paid attention to the podium.
It was the perfect aggro. The signal shot went off with a flourish.
Next. It’s their turn to make a move. We’ve set the stage for them, and they’re not going to stand still.
It was as expected.
Some of the Legionnaires turned their muzzles, and their targets cried out in surprise.
“What are you, a black eye?! Who are you talking to…….”
Bam!
A gun pointed at an ally burst into flames. Three men. A small number, but enough to wreak havoc.
“I’ve been planting spies after all.
It was the perfect way to fill in the gap. But there was more: one by one, members of al-Qa’umaar’s organization, hidden among the crowd, emerged.
Armed, to say the least, was an understatement. A few had guns, but they were crude, old-fashioned revolvers. Others drew knives from their holsters and lunged at the enemy.
But reinforcements were scarce. Weapons could only be replenished by killing enemies.
The battlefield quickly became crowded.
The gray smoke from the smoke bombs had also noticeably thickened. With the attack on him loosened, Kim quickly checked his surroundings.
“Where is Darun? Where is he?
It’s not like they didn’t come. I’m not the kind of person to watch from afar with my arms crossed. But everywhere I looked, there was no sign of Darun.
They’re probably in disguise. And there’s a good chance he’s spelling. The most effective way to utilize Darun’s abilities at this point is to…….
“Up on the podium.
There was a click and a small groan.
When he turned, the Chief Justice lay bleeding to death. The soldier leading the prisoners had turned into a corpse. Drops of blood dripped from nothingness.
“There it is.
Invisibility. The spelling of Darun.
Makes your body invisible, as well as objects that touch your skin. There is a mass limit, but a dagger is enough to apply the ability. In game, this ability is represented by Stealth.
I’ve never seen a better scam in person. It’s useless in the face of detection… but the possibilities are endless.
Kim stuck her tongue out and started to walk up to the podium, but stopped in mid-step.
“…… means Darun was in the square from the beginning.
If so, Mantra would have already known about it. Mantra’s information is immediately relayed to Mithril. The cunning man didn’t make any preparations?
There’s also something that’s been bothering me for a while now.
“The quality of the soldiers is too shoddy.
They weren’t trained soldiers by any stretch of the imagination.
You could tell by their faces. With the exception of a few, the troops were mostly Atlanteans, but it was still an occasion to execute the son of the head of state.
All the while, the blood trail continued to move closer to Ismail. Ismail knelt, staring blankly at the devastation in front of him. Then Darun’s figure appeared in front of him.
“Ismail, can you get up?”
“Are you… are you…?”
“I’m sorry, but we’re pressed for time.”
Darun was about to help Ismail to his feet when his eyes snapped open. At the foot of the dais, a soldier with a hooded face stared back at him.
He was a master of disguise, so it was easy to recognize him. No, anyone who looked hard enough would have recognized him. It wasn’t just his towering physique… it was his murderous aura.
“I let him live on purpose, and now he’s doing his own thing.”
The soldier lifted his hood. Mithril’s gnarled face was revealed. He grinned and raised his rifle.
Tududududu!
Shot at close range, less than 10 meters. He didn’t care that Ismail was there. He was going to be executed anyway, so there was no harm in killing him himself.
A criminal organization staged a terrorist attack to save Ismail…. The scenario was pretty good. We just need to round them up, kill them, and then start taxing them.
Set an example and no one will be tempted to riot. It was time to weed out the soldiers. For Mithril, it was an opportunity to make things easier.
Bam, bam, bam!
“Shit…!”
Darun pressed Ismail’s back, pressing him close to the ground. Shots whizzed past his hair. The relatively high dais made it easy to hide.
“Tsk, tsk, guns are bad for my temper.”
Mithril threw down the gun he was firing. There was a momentary opening. A pin-pricked flashbang rolled at his feet, just in time.
Boom!
Flashbangs scattered booze and shock everywhere. Darun leapt downward with Ismail on his shoulders. Kim approached, along with the rest of the gang.
“Hand over Ismail. I’ll take him and run.”
“No, you can’t….”
“No time, asshole!”
Kim scolded Darun. He was right. Mithril’s silhouette began to change in the thick smoke.
I’ve never actually witnessed this, but it’s been reported a few times. A Mithril who casts a spell is said to have no bullets or spears.
The odds are slim.
Your first priority is Ismail’s survival. Darun’s spell cannot hide even a human. Ideally, you want to disrupt as much as possible and then slip away.
“……Okay, we’re stuck.”
Darun handed Ismail’s recruit to Kim and motioned for Rabiya to follow behind. This was for escort and surveillance.
“We’ll take care of it.”
“Yes.”
Kim nodded thoughtfully, and before he could turn away, Mithril stepped through the smoke.
A blue mineral that covers its entire body. Jagged blades grew from its shoulder blades. It was shaped like a megalith, forged from metal.
“Go!”
Daran drew his gun from his hip. At the same time, his men threw themselves at Mithril like dogs.
Without further ado, Kim stomped the ground. Screams erupted from everywhere. Eerie plosives intermingled with voices of agony.
“Ugh, bam, this, this is what’s going on. You’re….”
I didn’t have time to answer Ismail’s question. We’ve only used one smoke bomb. The view is not completely blocked, and the smoke is limited in scope.
Bang, bang!
Without Rabiya, he would have struggled. Kim smiled inwardly at his conversion. After a few moments of running, taking in the terrain around her, she spotted West Creek.
“String, this way!”
At his feet, the bodies of enemy soldiers lay like garbage, apparently cleaned up by himself. I’d ordered the escape route to be cleared in advance, but I hadn’t expected this.
“It’s not a six-star for nothing.
Kim took to the road along West Creek. The operation at the execution site was in its final stages. He traveled the route he had mapped out and arrived at a commercial building.
On a street corner, you hear the exhaust of a car.
“You do what you’re told. Asshole.”
A stolen car, of course. Turkam’s specialty and hobby was working on cars. He even had the knowledge and hand skills to cut the wiring and start the car.
The ragged van pulled up in front of the building. Westcreek opened the door immediately. As he pushed Ismail into the seat, Turkam stuck his tongue out at him from the driver’s seat.
“Gee, you really did it.”
“Really, then. And you?”
“Shot him in the abdomen. I can’t confirm… but he’s probably fatally wounded.”
“Okay, you’ve got this one covered.”
“Oh, that’s about….”
Turkam cleared his throat as if he was embarrassed. But he was neither bluffing nor exaggerating. Not only had he taken care of the mantra, he’d brought a vehicle to get away.
No Westcreek, no Turkham. This was an operation that could not have succeeded without any of them. I don’t care if they’re elite or reserve, they’re all at the top of their game.
And it was all according to Kim’s plan.
“Where the hell were you thinking, ……?”
Rabiya’s face was tinged with horror as she watched. She had hoped to be a mere decoy, but it seemed that both Legion and Al Quamar were playing right into her hands.
Kim stared at her, then gave a short answer.
“Until next time.”
Tak.
The car door is closed. You didn’t pick up Rabiya.
– What, what, what are you doing?
Bang, bang!
Rabiya slammed her fist against the door. Kim didn’t even glance in her direction. He just stared straight ahead and muttered something.
“Go.”
“Uh, what? I’m not done?”
“It’s all burned.”
That was enough for Turkam to know what Kim meant. Ismail was saved. He got his information. Now there’s nothing to do in Atlanta.
That’s what they were saying.
“No… but….”
The hand on the steering wheel trembled. But there was no time to hesitate. The Legion’s soldiers appeared from the other side.
They looked different from the soldiers in the square. They all wore gas masks. This was the Legion, Turkam realized at once.
“I see.”
The car started to drive away.