Former Warrior Turns Into A Million-Dollar Actor [EN]: Chapter 149

Hazardous Location (4)

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Why do drug cartels fight?

There are many reasons.

Previously, a single large organization would control the distribution network, negotiate with political figures at all levels, and earn huge sums of illicit money.

That’s changed since Emmet Lowe, the head of that hierarchy, disappeared.

It’s truly a Warring States period [a time of intense conflict and competition] for drugs. Even so, most areas have been cleaned up, and the remaining groups with significant power are calling themselves ‘Clans’ and fighting.

Their fighting is a kind of factionalism. Half of it is actual combat, but the other half is more like a demonstration to the authorities.

‘Don’t interfere in our business. If you want to stop the fighting, offer appropriate compensation.’

Behind the sporadic shootings, there’s a message like that hidden.

‘It’s the people who are dying. As always.’

Under the shadow of the rusty tin roof, Gun recalled old memories.

Not memories from his military days.

He had various missions, such as suppressing Chinese fishermen close to triads [organized crime syndicates] at sea and suppressing Somali pirates, but shootings like this weren’t frequent.

-Hero, you’ve come!

-…What’s going on outside?

It was when he heard the news that the Third Demon, Valmon’s legion, was moving south and he was heading north.

The old count, who was said to be a nobleman from the northwest, boasted with a proud expression about what he had done.

-The demons attack places with many people first. So, before they arrived, I fought a territory war with Baron Girelle. Indeed, they didn’t come our way, glory and blessings to the almighty Asruel!

The hero’s eyes, which had become dull like an inanimate object at some point, moved below the fortress.

He knew from the beginning that Valmon’s army wouldn’t come here. Numerous soldiers have fallen on the plains, but there are no demon corpses anywhere.

Only human red blood… only traces of humans killing humans.

-Like this, how many more deaths….

He knows that if he doesn’t save the world, these people will die anyway.

In the repeated regressions, there were times when he directly drove them to their deaths. But at times like this, he suddenly becomes dazed.

In this hell, who is the hero God fighting for?

“I know now.”

Tearing off the hem of the shirt he was wearing and wrapping it around his nose, it became a mask.

It’s different from ‘God’ in the movie. Whether you’re a special forces member or a killer, concealing your identity is essential when carrying out a mission.

Gun walked and jumped over a low wall.

The smell of gunpowder filled the street. Rough shouts were heard from below.

“Damn it, retreat for now!”

“Shoot and fall back! Go back and reorganize the ranks in the houses!”

“Machine gun, if it weren’t for that damn thing, I would have skinned them all alive…!”

Violent Spanish accents reached his ears. As expected, the losing side of the two was retreating from the city and trying to occupy houses.

If that happens, it’s only a matter of time before the large group of 60 people is discovered.

“That can’t happen.”

Gun grabbed the handle of the submachine gun with the barrel cut off. The cold, heavy sensation that he hadn’t felt in a long time spread throughout his hand.

When his younger sibling was assaulted, when the villain in the industry targeted the people around him, when a piece of wood fell on his colleague’s head….

After returning, there have been many minor crises, but this is the first time he has used ‘real’ force.

Taang!

The recoil of the fired barrel is controlled by steel-like muscles, and the flying bullet penetrates the right arm of the organization member who was just firing.

“Aaaagh!”

Listening to the scream of pain, Gun immediately aimed at the next target.

Excessive shooting leads to bloody revenge. Here, it is right to shoot between the upper arm and lower arm, where there is no danger to life, fairly to everyone.

‘Just enough so they can’t hold a gun again.’

He doesn’t take away their mobility. It’s easy to prevent them from running away, but if they risk their lives with the police who arrive late, only unnecessary victims will increase.

“It’s a new guy! He’s coming from the side!”

When he took the gun from the fourth guy, one quick-witted guy shouted.

Bullets immediately began to rain down on this side. Gun knocked out the terrified organization member by hitting the back of his neck and left the battlefield.

Pshew, Ping! Fragments broken by bullets flew everywhere, but those are not a threat.

Camera and hapki [Korean martial art]?

This is also unnecessary. The red power burning in his hand is the power of the hero to fight demons, not the same humans.

If this were a documentary shoot and a camera was running somewhere….

‘My current condition is enough. There are no heavy weapons, and they are not trained agents.’

Gun erased his slight disappointment. The opponent is just a cartel member.

Not the enemy of his colleagues, nor the great demon who swept away soldiers with a single gesture.

Thud!

Another person fell. He ran past the collapsing man.

The next target is the machine gun shooters who are devastating the streets.

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Jimmy John, the third-in-command of the Nix Clan, thought he was crazy.

Or that he was seeing hallucinations during the battle because of the marijuana he smoked the day before.

‘No… actually, didn’t I die and go to hell?’

The sight unfolding before his eyes was so unrealistic that he thought so.

A guy with his face covered with a mask appeared and smashed the wrists of his subordinates from an invisible place.

Not only that, but when he jumped off the top of that roof without even trying to break through the machine gun barrage, he wondered if he was some legendary assassin.

“Reinforcements are here! The boss hired a killer!”

The idiots from the Kaya Clan, who were excited and chattering, could not avoid the same fate.

What was absurdly fair was that this crazy guy moved between this battlefield and that battlefield, knocking down both organizations equally.

If the entire clan had moved, there would have been more troops, but then it would be a real war.

Therefore, there were less than twenty people here. Two-thirds of them had already had their guns taken away by that guy and were lying unconscious.

“Chuck! Where is he!”

“Crazy bastard, look ahead! That bastard left a while ago!”

The two organization members, who had been shooting at each other, fell into a lull without being able to do anything.

And finally, in front of John, who was faltering with two of his subordinates, the guy appeared.

Thud, thud.

The loud gunshots and explosions are gone now. Did he think they were no longer a threat?

In the moonlight, the masked man who walked the dirt road dropped the magazine of his pistol in front of him.

“….”

Even though it was a distance where they could shoot, the organization members, who were overwhelmed for a moment, stared blankly at the enemy.

The same black hair as them… he was dressed as an ordinary traveler, but all kinds of firearms were hanging from his front and back.

John quickly recognized it. Those guns were not brought by that guy, but were spoils taken from the two organizations fighting here.

“This bastard, shoot!”

“Kill him!”

His subordinates’ eyes were turned upside down and they fired their guns, but the guy was no longer there.

Bang, thud! Like the whirlwind that often swept through this area, the masked man who knocked down three people in an instant put the muzzle of his gun to the back of his head. It was before John could even aim his gun at the guy.

‘It won’t work. It doesn’t matter how many people there are, how can the authorities have such a human weapon….’

When John was in despair, surprisingly, he heard Spanish.

“Is this all the personnel?”

It was a stiff, accentless pronunciation that a model student from the capital, who had lived in Bogota all his life, would use.

John gritted his teeth and replied.

“Support will be here soon. If all of our clan members move….”

“Bragging is not helpful. With the current level of armament, even if a few more come, only the number of victims will increase.”

The masked man, who spoke calmly, looked down at the quiet street.

As if a storm had swept through, organization members were lying unconscious on the devastated roadside.

He only hit their arms, but what had happened before that was an actual shootout.

Some were seriously injured or killed, and groans were heard here and there.

“Go back. And shoot each other, don’t harm innocent people.”

“…This is our area….”

“Thirty-five people.”

The masked man, who cut off his words, lowered his gun. As if he could subdue John at any time.

“Three of them died, and two were seriously injured. If I had made up my mind, everyone else would have died.”

“….”

John closed his mouth. There were nineteen organization members he brought, and the rest would be the number of Kaya Clan members.

This side was all armed with pistols and rifles… even though there was more than one machine gun on each side, they were all subdued.

Even considering the surprise attack at night and during the battle, it cannot be said that his performance was monstrous.

“Who are you… who are you? Are you a new individual raised by the authorities?”

“Maybe.”

After throwing an answer that was neither affirmative nor negative, the masked man suddenly looked straight into John’s eyes.

“Life is short.”

“What?”

“Don’t stain a short life with pain. Not everyone needs to enter that cycle.”

Following the enigmatic words, a palm was extended. John was bewildered and looked back and forth between his hand and the guy.

“What, what do you want?”

“Give me your weapon. You were the last one.”

He seemed to have let his guard down, so if it’s now….

The competitive spirit befitting the third-in-command of the clan flashed through his mind, but an instinctive feeling stopped John.

‘You’ll die if you do that, you idiot.’

In the end, he shook off his weapons and handed them over to the robber.

The masked man, who already had a lot of guns, stuffed John’s pistol into his waist and scratched his insides until the end.

“The condition of the guns is all bad. When you go back, tell them to take care of them before shooting.”

“….”

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After Park Gun suddenly disappeared, the ‘God’ team staff had to wait in fear.

The sound of gunshots from the city became intense and then subsided, and eventually disappeared completely, but no one could open their mouths.

And when Park Gun finally returned,

“Hyeong [older brother]!”

Park Seon, who had been anxious, greeted his brother with tears in his eyes.

No matter how much it was Park Gun, the opponent was a real gun, and on top of that, the notorious South American drug dealers.

Park Seon was afraid that his brother might be hit by a stray bullet, and Kim Yang-ho and the Korean stuntmen were barely holding him back from running.

“It’s okay. It’s all over.”

When Raymond, whose face had turned pale, approached Park Gun, who was comforting his younger brother, and asked.

“What happened? The gunshots stopped.”

When Park Gun answered calmly, a commotion spread. He had shown unbelievable movements throughout the filming, but after all, wasn’t he just an actor?

Moreover, alone, did he really subdue all the drug cartel members?

“Untie this, you bastards I’m going to tear to pieces! I’ve seen you all. Our clan will skin you alive and hang you on the power lines!”

The organization member, who was tied up like dried corvina [a type of fish] with his eyes covered, shouted.

Raymond, who was watching the scene, rubbed his forehead.

“…How, no. There’s no point in asking. What should we do now?”

Park Gun glanced up at the dim sky.

“The police will arrive soon. Hand him over there and move.”

“Where to move….”

“To the accommodation. It will be safe until tomorrow, everyone is injured and the guns have been taken away.”

People’s eyes widened when Park Gun took out the rifles, pistols, and several revolvers he had been carrying.

It was not difficult to guess where he got those weapons.

“…This, it was actually the opposite. Was the character in the movie playing the actor?”

When one of the staff members muttered, another staff member nodded.

“That’s right. The real God was here.”

Local time 05:32 AM,

The shootout is over.

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