1979, Manager Kim is Inheriting Dictatorship! - Chapter 59



Only Krnovel

Episode 59

There are always mines on the good road, and there are always skilled snipers on the high ground you have to pass.

Having learned this through experience, I knew that I had to choose a route, time, and environment that the enemy could not anticipate.

One of them is a snowy mountain in the middle of winter when the temperature drops below zero and a blizzard sweeps through.

Winter hiking, which some might consider suicidal, was something I was quite familiar with.

No, maybe a snowy mountain with a blizzard like this would be more comfortable than a mountain cabin with a fireplace.

Sabak, Sabak, Sabak!

The criminal, whose identity was revealed, was desperately running away along the mountain path.

He probably believed that the blizzard, which made it impossible to see even an inch ahead, would hide him.

Hehe!

But that is entirely a miscalculation.

Here, there is Coco, a clever hunting dog who can move with his eyes closed.

Coco chased the culprit at a crazy speed, following the scent of blood that her eyes could not erase.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Of course, what makes this chase possible is the incredible speed at which the hounds chase after them.

I quickly ran up the snow-covered slope as if I was walking on flat ground.

Neither the blizzard blowing hard nor the dense trees blocking the road can be an obstacle.

The distance he thought he had opened up to 200m was closing in real time.

Hooooooooo – – – -!

After some time had passed, a sharp wind suddenly blew.

At the same time, the snowstorm briefly blew in the opposite direction, and a blurry shape began to appear.

The bastard seemed to think he had completely outpaced me, so he started slowing down.

A faint smoke, presumably breath.

Maybe I’m just tired.

Because of the pitch-black darkness, it is virtually impossible to identify anything.

At times like this, you have to trust that sensitive sense that tickles your fingertips, not your eyes.

I stopped in my tracks, knelt down on one knee, and aimed my crossbow.

A blurry figure wandering around.

Aim at the figure between the crosshairs and gently place your index finger over the trigger.

Light as a feather.

Just leave it there.

Phew!

Bolt leaves the Crossbow and moves forward through the heavy snowstorm.

Kwajik!

Shut up!

The bolt flew like that and hit the bastard’s left shoulder.

I calculated the wind and aimed for the head, but my senses weren’t the same as before.

I quickly reloaded the bolt and tried to pull the trigger again, aiming at the bastard.

widely!

But the bastard quickly hides behind a tree, creating a blind spot.

Did you realize the direction of the attack in that brief moment?

He’s definitely not an easy guy.

My expression hardened, and I quickly closed the distance to try to deal with the guy.

Hooooooo – – -!!

But at that moment a gust of wind blew.

The blizzard that had been raging suddenly turned into a headwind and tore through the mountain.

The strong wind, reminiscent of a blizzard, instantly blurred my vision.

It’s a coincidental timing.

I quickly covered my face and tried to turn in a direction where the wind was less blowing.

Shhh!

But then, suddenly, I got goosebumps and all my senses reacted to danger.

Phew!

I instinctively lowered my head.

Phew!

A sharp machete passed overhead, barely a sheet of paper thick.

The guy hiding behind the tree took advantage of the backlash and swung his weapon at me.

Suddenly, my neck almost flew off, so I slid back and exhaled.

Phew!

A normal human would panic at the blowing wind or look for an opportunity to run away.

But he used this to his advantage and counterattacked me.

It’s an animalistic sense.

Finally, when I came face to face with the culprit, I took off my hat that was covered in snow.

“… … .”

Plain attire, plain face.

He is an ordinary man in his 30s who doesn’t even come across as a serial killer.

But you can tell by looking into their eyes.

The eyes that are filled with a genuine murderous intent show the karma he has accumulated over time.

I took out my greatsword from its sheath, smelling the pungent smell of blood.

widely!

The guy and I both rushed at the same time without saying who would go first.

Phew!

Bang! Kikkikkik!

A series of steps of dodging, stabbing, and swinging as if gauging an opponent.

The blade, shining between black and gray, drew numbers in an instant.

‘It’s not easy.’

There was a reason why Sergeant Park suffered.

Although it is not at the level of an active-duty soldier, it is definitely not at the level that ordinary people can deal with.

If I hadn’t been able to get into shape by then, I would have had quite a hard time here.

What this means is that it is not at a level where you have to give up flesh and take bones.

I stepped back as if I was being pushed, exhaling roughly.

Pick-.

Then the guy rolled his eyes, unable to hold back his laughter.

The old man is so old, his pride and confidence are gone and his legs are weak.

I quietly stepped back with my left foot, reading the thoughts that were clearly visible on his face.

Bam!

Then, as if he had been waiting, the bastard secretly scattered the dirt he had been holding forward.

Chomp!

I quickly covered my face.

The blurry vision becomes completely blocked and the bastard’s form disappears.

The fluff stands on end.

Our senses transmit information in real time.

The smell, the wind, the sounds, all these things told me it was coming.

widely!

I turn my head as if I have dirt in my eyes and move my body sideways.

And then, naturally, he lowered his posture and kicked the right ankle of the guy running towards him.

Kwajik!

A powerful kick coming from low.

The man whose right ankle was kicked lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The guy’s expression hardens at the absurd situation that has unfolded in an instant.

Were you fooled?

But before he could realize it, he had to face the trajectory flying towards his face.

Kwajik!

I just turned the axis around and hit his head and kicked him in the chest at the same time.

Ugh!

The one who suddenly allowed a fatal attack falls over with his face distorted.

If he hadn’t raised his arm quickly to block it, his neck would have snapped and he would have died instantly.

Ugh, ugh!

The man who had fallen on the floor got up with difficulty, groaning in pain.

His eyes, which had been full of life, trembled as if he was really taken aback by the sudden blow.

Yeah, this is probably the first time this has happened.

How surprised would a wolf, who had only hunted sheep until then, be to see the reality outside the fence?

Even brutal murderers and crazy psychopaths were just dogs without leashes in front of active soldiers who were hovering between life and death.

He knew the difference.

Through the excruciating pain felt in the body.

Percussion!

I continued to attack the staggering guy, teasing him with my now lighter body.

Plucking, poking, grabbing, twisting, it was like a cat playing with a mouse.

The one who had already lost his momentum had no choice but to allow the attack to proceed without being able to do anything.

You probably know without me having to tell you.

That sight is very ugly.

“Eww!”

The bastard finally reaches the limit of his patience and starts flailing his body and screaming.

And then I throw down the machete I was holding and choose to run away.

It’s the end now.

I let out a sigh and sent a beep signal to the guy who was hiding somewhere.

Boom!

Kkwaak!

Then Coco jumps out as if she had been waiting and bites the bastard’s right leg.

The mood was quite murderous, as if he was trying to return the pain suffered by the victims.

“Hey, this little shit!”

The guy who had already thrown away his pride and everything else tried to stab Coco with the knife in his pocket.

Crunch!

But I ran over and picked up the machete he had thrown, and cut off his right hand.

Blood spurts into the air along with the blood-curdling sound of flesh and bone splitting apart.

Kkaaaak!

The man screams in pain as he clutches his right hand, which was completely severed.

Red blood spurts over the white snow.

White snow.

Black night.

A cold world dyed in blood.

I walked into the middle of it and looked down at the guy with cold eyes.

It would be nice if the world were like this.

Because even if you did whatever you wanted, and did it while giggling, no one could resist.

I kicked my severed right hand to the floor and handed it back to the guy.

Then the bastard glared at me as if he was going to kill me, feeling a humiliation worse than the pain.

In those eyes, instead of regret and self-reproach, hatred and malice were burning.

The bastard now seems to understand and starts flailing his body and gritting his teeth.

“This is yours!

“I realized it too late. Your work was not as good as I thought. That’s why it was easy to follow.”

“AAAAAHHHH! I’m gonna kill you! I’m gonna kill you!”

The copycats, the traps, the chase, all of this was designed and executed by me.

The man who just noticed it screamed with his face distorted like a demon’s.

Not only was my work bad, but it was also easy to copy?

This was coming with a pain worse than having one’s stomach ripped open and limbs torn apart.

Stop.

As I lift up the greatsword with blood flowing from it, the gust of wind stops like a ghost.

The snowflakes falling on the sharp blade also quickly melted and disappeared.

“Still, we must be aware of reality.”

“……what?”

“You lost.”

There is no place to run, no way to escape.

A psychopathic serial killer who thought of himself as a genius artist was on the defensive.

This must be the first time something like this has happened.

And that first has now become the last.

Ting!

I flicked the blade at the bastard as if to show off.

Then, with a suffocating silence, the guy slowly looks around and rolls his eyes.

There will be one more weapon.

Just as a painter has more than one brush.

I walked very slowly, trying to crush the last bit of pride I had left.

“asleep!”

The bastard took a knife out of his pocket and rushed at me as I slowly approached him.

Ugh!

But I grabbed my Adam’s apple instead of the sword, as if it wasn’t worth fighting back.

Crunch!

Then he lowered the blade he was holding and stabbed it deeply under the diaphragm.

Oh my god.

The cold sensation digging into his diaphragm and lungs makes him open his eyes wide.

But I writhe in pain, knowing I can neither scream nor breathe.

fizzle.

I turned the blade regardless.

Crunch, crunch, the bloodcurdling sound of intestines being ripped apart resonates in all directions.

The bastard groaned and opened his mouth in excruciating pain, which he felt for the first time.

What are you trying to say?

I didn’t want to hear it, so I covered my mouth.

“I don’t really expect any atonement.”

I know people like that very well.

This refers to the type of people who were born differently from ordinary people and lived their entire lives like this.

The tears they shed in atonement evaporate as quickly as crocodile tears.

So, it has to be engraved with blood.

Deep down, to atone for the evil deeds I have committed.

“Just remember. That you were a worthless person, and that in the end you had nothing left.”

Knock knock, knock knock.

This feeling, this pain, this hellish shackle that I can’t escape no matter how hard I struggle.

As I pulled out my sword, blood flowed out from between the torn intestines.

dump!

The bastard sat there trembling without even being able to scream.

I would die slowly, feeling the blood draining from my body.

Can this kind of revenge really bring comfort?

Unsure, I wiped the blood from my eyes and put my hat back on.

Before we knew it, the gust of wind had died down and the snow that had been falling from the sky was now swirling around the sky.

It was so bitter that it felt like I was seeing incense rising to the sky.

I exhaled, adding weight to the scent, then slowly wiped the blood off the knife.

Woof woof!

At that moment Coco barked.

Then, lights flashed in the distance and the group and soldiers came running busily.

“uh….”

“oh my god.”

Those who arrived were speechless at the sight of the horrific scene riddled with blood.

But no one vomited.

No, rather, as if he had known this would happen, he secured the bastard’s body and controlled the surrounding area.

One winter night, a blizzard was falling harshly.

The next day, a short notice was posted on the main entrance of the main building to reassure the residents of the shelter.

Case closed.

The criminal died during the arrest process.