1979, Manager Kim is Inheriting Dictatorship! - Chapter 133



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Episode 133

Fear always comes from the unknown.

Just like when we were children and were afraid of what was under the bed, fear exists in places that are unseen.

So why did humans evolve this way?

Why do we fully embrace fear?

Perhaps this is one survival strategy that humanity has chosen to survive.

So that we can feel fear through the cowardly product of imagination instead of through our vulnerable instincts.

So that we do not approach rashly the fear that makes our hairs stand on end like now.

We felt it clearly.

A bloody boot lies alone in the darkness, barely reachable by the light of a flashlight… … .

[hey!]

The voice of Manager Choi, desperately calling us from behind an invisible space… … .

[Hey, over here! Over here!]

It is a danger that must never be approached, a fear incarnate.

“… … .”

A cold sweat began to run down my back from the overwhelming sense of alienation and the invisible fear.

My limbs were getting increasingly creaky, and my open eyes were constantly feeling stiff.

The only thing that could move now was my dry throat, which was swallowing dry saliva.

No one gathered there could move or open their mouths hastily.

Tick, tick.

Meanwhile, the heavy second hand continued to turn, beginning to condense the fear.

I decided that it would be dangerous to delay any longer, so I forced myself to open my mouth and answer.

“Manager Choi.”

[Hey! Over here, over here!]

“Show yourself.”

[Hey! It’s here, here… … !]

Stop.

At that moment, Manager Choi’s voice, which had been desperately calling for help, was cut off for a moment.

It wasn’t that he closed his mouth, but rather that the sound suddenly disappeared, as if the speaker had been turned off.

Silence falls.

Cold sweat drips down the bridge of my nose.

I tried to warn the being on the other side once again, to which there was no answer.

But that was only for a moment, as a strange whisper was heard behind the voice that had suddenly stopped.

[Hey, here? Hey, hey here- gi ee? Hey?? Ii-ik ee? Here? Yagiyo, ya, here? See- this here? Hey, hey here- gi ee? Iik ee? Here? Yagiyo, ie-ie ee evil.]

A voice that didn’t sound human at all, let alone high or low, passed by my ears.

‘That thing’ spit out all sorts of words and sentences, like an animal learning to speak.

I wonder what they want to say, or maybe they’re just upset that we didn’t come.

But one thing is certain: the being giving the voice is definitely not human.

Hoooooow-!

At that moment, a cool breeze blew from the darkness and brushed past my sweaty hair.

At the same time, a thick goosebumps rose up and my nerves, which had been on high alert, were pulled taut like a bowstring.

We aimed our guns at them and took two hesitant steps back as if we had made a promise.

‘Went.’

But on the contrary, the voice and presence that had been heard from far away disappeared in an instant.

Along with a pair of military boots lying in the darkness, like a mirage.

Gulp.

People were speechless for a while, as if they were possessed by something.

The only ones who were maintaining their sanity were the group standing shoulder to shoulder.

I lowered my gun belatedly and spoke to the PMC agents who were still in a daze.

“Everyone, come to your senses.”

“iced coffee…….”

“The search will stop here.”

Originally, we were supposed to join up with the missing Team Leader Choi’s team members and then go out to find the scattered VIPs.

But all of this was disrupted by the unidentified ‘being’ they just encountered.

Now was the time to quickly ascend to the upper level and wait for the helicopter to return.

The PMC agents seemed to have the same idea, as they began to follow my instructions with blank expressions.

In the middle of the city, in an isolated space teeming with infected people, something existed inside.

* * *

When I first encountered Q1, I was astonished, and when I first encountered Q2, I was momentarily overwhelmed.

It was certain that mutants were beings that shocked humans in some way.

But the encounter with ‘it’ was so alien that it made me ignore all my previous experiences.

If the emotion called fear could be visualized, it would probably have that kind of presence.

The best we could do at the time was to aim our guns and stand our ground.

It was an experience I had never felt before in my life, and it was a fear that I could not resist.

“… … .”

I was careful about every step I took and every breath I exhaled, just in case I made any noise.

He had a hard time looking through dark places, and he was sensitive to even the smallest noises and was startled.

If even the most experienced members of the party are like this, how much more so must the PMCs be who are seeing mutants for the first time.

They were following us with difficulty, blinking their bloodshot eyes repeatedly.

But unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to take care of them one by one.

Because I was in the lead, I really had to use all my nerves to detect the presence of ‘it’.

Sniff sniff.

It was really fortunate that Coco and Volvo were there to detect the mutant’s approach.

The two guys kept flaring their noses, keeping an eye out for any danger around them.

Unlike his usual excited expression no matter what he did, his ears were droopy and the tips of his hair were puffed up.

The process of climbing up to the upper floors was filled with anxiety and tension.

20th floor.

30th floor.

The process of returning was so sluggish that I was out of breath, in contrast to the busy process of getting down.

Despite the bitterly cold air, our faces were covered in cold sweat.

Only the numbers on the stairs, going up one by one, gave me hope that I would arrive safely.

As time passed, we arrived at the 40th floor, which could be considered the upper floor.

Woof woof!

Coco, who had been twitching her nose for a while, sniffed something and then raised her front paw and barked.

The surprised group and agents quickly raised their guns and began to look around in all directions.

“Shh! Put the gun down.”

But I knew it wasn’t detecting the mutant, it was smelling it.

I lowered my gun and sent a hand signal to Coco and Volvo, telling them to follow the scent.

Then, the two guys quickly kicked open the emergency exit door and quickly entered the inside of the floor.

My companions and I quickly followed after him and soon arrived in front of the elevator that had stopped working.

“Huh!”

As soon as I arrived at the elevator, a disgusting stench along with the smell of blood began to assault my nostrils.

I quickly covered my mouth and nose, signaled to stop, and rummaged through my tactical bag.

Then he took out a red flare for rescue, lit it, and hurled it in front of the elevator.

Chijijik!

A moment later, the space that had been shrouded in darkness came into view as the flare flared up.

At first I thought it was just a mixture of red lights and objects falling down.

“… … What the hell.”

“Ugh!”

But soon I came to my senses and realized that the walls and floor were covered in blood.

Also, what we thought were fallen objects were actually dismembered human corpses.

We couldn’t hold back the swearing that burst out at that moment, and Kang Soo-ji even vomited on the floor.

The scene was horrific, and the condition of the mutilated bodies was horrific.

“Please verify your identity first.”

He urged the party members who were still sane to identify the dismembered corpses.

I also took out the upper half of the body that was in the best condition and carefully examined its condition.

“Brother! All of our agents are missing.”

“It feels like VIP here.”

As expected, the PMC agents and VIPs who had initially gone missing returned as corpses.

Having half expected this result, I discovered a military tag on the upper body of the corpse.

“This is Manager Choi.”

Although his entire body, from the neck up to the lower half, was gone, the name on his military ID card revealed his identity.

“Choi, Manager Choi?”

“no…….”

When the PMC agents heard that this piece of meat was Chief Choi, they covered their faces and trembled.

In just half a day, all of my colleagues and leaders who were alive met with tragic ends.

Even if you are a veteran who has received a lot of training and has been through a lot of combat, you can’t help but lose your mind.

But I had to give instructions to them who were still in shock.

“Get the ammo back.”

The engagement with Q2 consumed about half of the ammunition I currently had.

Considering the upcoming battle, we must recover any ammunition buried among the corpses.

Even though it sounds cold, there’s nothing I can do.

Because those who are meant to live must live.

The agents who knew this held back their tears as they searched through the pieces of flesh and internal organs.

Meanwhile, I looked at the pieces of the body lying on the floor as if I were a detective.

And soon after, they discovered one thing in common among the torn body parts.

‘I played with it.’

The main cause of death of the soldiers was excessive bleeding, not fatal injuries from attacks on vital points.

As if to prove this, the body had many wounds that looked like they had been stabbed, beaten, or torn.

The most vicious of these was the mutilation of limbs such as arms and legs while the victim was still breathing.

This was a different behavioral pattern from previous mutants whose purpose was simply predation and transmission.

‘Same wound as Q2.’

Rather than cutting it with a sharp object, the flesh and muscles were torn off as if separating clay.

This was the exact same wound pattern that we found on the body of Q2, whom we had killed.

It seemed to have become much weaker. Did it run away to avoid the ‘thing’ that was attacking it?

If the evolved Q2 could handle it, I couldn’t imagine how strong a mutant it must be.

It is impossible to oppose.

You must escape as quickly as possible.

I felt that the situation was becoming more serious than I thought and tried to call my companions.

Brrrr.

But at that moment, the satellite phone, which I had forgotten to turn off, began to vibrate.

After confirming that the sender was Team Leader Kang Chan-ho, I quickly pressed the receive button.

[Mr. Daesu, can you hear me?]

“I can hear you.”

[I am contacting you on your behalf because communication with Manager Choi was cut off. Is there something wrong?]

Team leader Kang Chan-ho noticed something strange and asked about the current situation in a serious voice.

So I lowered my voice and told him everything that had happened up to that point without leaving anything out.

Then, Team Leader Kang Chan-ho was silent for a while and then asked back in a trembling voice.

[Manager Choi… … died?]

“Yes, that’s right.”

Less than half a day into the operation, two-thirds of the rescue team was wiped out.

Team leader Kang Chan-ho was speechless for a while after hearing the shocking news that he had never expected.

But that was only for a moment, as he quickly realized reality and began asking me for a solution.

[Mr. Daesu, please answer honestly. Can the remaining people escape now?]

“I can’t be sure.”

[We’ll send a helicopter as soon as we finish refueling. Please hold out for three hours, please.]

Why does the three hours that I would normally pass by feel like three days today?

I felt a vague feeling for the first time and wiped my forehead with my bloody hand.

“Please come as soon as possible.”

[All right.]

No matter how much you plead or urge, you cannot turn back what has already happened.

I hung up the phone after telling him to come as soon as possible, and let out a deep breath.

Then, fortunately, my head, which had been incredibly complicated, began to clear up as if dust had been cleared away.

“Brother, the recovery is complete.”

The group and the soldiers who had been rummaging through the corpses gathered in one place after replenishing all their ammunition.

I looked around them quietly and told them everything I had talked about with Team Leader Kang Chan-ho.

“The helicopter that will pick us up is expected to arrive in three hours.”

“Hey, it’s been three hours since I got here?”

“That’s the shortest possible time. It might take longer.”

People’s expressions darkened by the minute when they heard that they would have to wait another three hours.

Although no one said anything, it seemed like everyone intuitively felt that it was realistically impossible.

But I wanted to hold on to hope until the end, even if there was only a 1% chance.

“Let’s move.”

As it always has been and will always be, from now on it is time to move to survive.