How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 349



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349 That’s irresponsible

“Ugh.”

Shirley, who tried to get up with both arms on the ground, could not even try and had no choice but to lower her head.

‘What weight!’

It seemed like he was carrying a lump of iron on his back. If he had been wearing protective gear, he might have been able to turn things around, but it was impossible with his bare body.

No, even if he had prepared perfectly, it was unclear whether he would be able to predict victory. After all, he had already fought Gaon twice.

Yeah, that was the point where she was humiliated.

Why would he show mercy when he could kill himself at any time?

“What do you want from me?”

“Projector, why don’t you quit?”

Enemies appear and disappear alternately in the gold and blue eyes.

Shirley had a wish she couldn’t give up. That’s why she joined hands with Mastop.

“Kill it cleanly.”

“So even if that is an order.”

Although the voice was firm, Gaon was not disappointed. Wasn’t it a situation where a strange man unilaterally trampled on a girl who only talked? It was even stranger that he was so impressed that he turned to her as a colleague.

Persuasion started from now.

“You, who was discharged with a false charge, would like to be reinstated. But is that the end?”

Let’s say that the Mars Defense Forces will consider the lobby of Marstop. Then? Will the members of the Incinerator Unit also understand?

Actually, Shirley was also concerned about that. But she ignored it because she didn’t think worrying about it would lead to any good results.

“In that respect, Chairman Blake is not a good deal maker.”

“… … .”

Judging by Blake’s personality, he’d rather be given orders than be satisfied. In some ways, it could be said that he’s a good match for Shirley, who values ​​following orders, but that’s only possible if he’s competent.

He had spent his whole life manipulating public opinion, so he had no way of knowing about the situation.

“You caused defeat with your absurd orders, and now you’re strutting around like you’re so great and putting all the blame on me.”

Of course, even if we had won easily, the result would have been the same.

That way, you’ll have the upper hand in negotiations.

“So, are you telling me to betray Mastop and join Baekdu?”

“I never trusted you in the first place.”

Gaon, who came down from above Shirley, lifted her chin.

“There are many candidates who can achieve your goals. You just need to be wise enough to choose the one you like when the opportunity comes.”

In addition, it points out something that Shirley has overlooked so far.

“And even if you end up winning the proxy war after going through many twists and turns, it’s only because you trampled on someone’s life. For someone like me who’s a Bupyeong Elementary student, that’s no obstacle, but for you?”

It is obvious that the ridiculous situation in which she had to leave the Mars Defense Force because of false accusations of massacring civilians, but ended up being reinstated after massacring civilians, was created―

“President Blake will use that as an excuse to make unreasonable demands on you.”

“There’s no way I can tell you not to do that.”

Even though Blake knew her tendencies, Gaon was an unknown to her.

“That’s a reasonable opinion. But… … .”

Gaon sent a recognition tag to Shirley via short-range communication. Her odd eyes flared at the information that appeared on the device.

It is another identity of the problem solver called Tugwi―

“Honorary Major?”

A rank that can only be received when great achievements are made in a mission commissioned by the Mars Defense Forces. In some ways, it can be said to have a similar role to a medal.

“The one who currently vouch for my identity is Frauga. She is also close to the guy who will succeed her.”

If you’re talking about Frauga, you’re the leader of the moderates. Even within the Mars Defense Forces, you have a reputation as a group with a sound mind. It’s absurd for such people to appoint a strict person as an honorary major.

“First, if you accept, I will recommend you regardless of the outcome of the proxy war. And you will be transferred to a different unit, not just the incineration unit. There are plenty of battlefields where snipers can be active, so you will be able to start a new life in no time.”

Shirley’s worries didn’t last long, because the conditions were far better.

But there are still some questions that remain unresolved.

“Why me? You could have ended the proxy war all by yourself and taken all the glory for yourself.”

“Let’s say someone requested it.”

Alice’s identity was a secret even within the disciplinary unit. There was no reason to mention her name.

“… … Indeed, is that Chairman Baekseol’s opinion? I owe her a debt.”

Since you misunderstood, there was no need to say anything more.

“Then please take care of it.”

“It’s me.”

It was the moment when the strongest tag team was formed, a master of close combat and a master of sniping.

* * *

Shirley, wearing her protective gear as if trying to make up for the scuffle just now, asks as if she’s about to go out at any moment.

“So what are your plans for the future?”

“I’m thinking about it for now.”

“You said we should do it together, but you’re turning your back on me and pretending not to know? That’s irresponsible.”

“Hey, are you saying bad things as soon as we join your side?”

Is it just an illusion to think of an android housekeeper coming and going from home?

Gaon quickly changed the subject, fearing another nitpick.

“This is the Syndicate’s stronghold, right?”

“For now, I think that’s what I know.”

“For now?”

“Because you’re just renting it out indefinitely under someone else’s name. Strictly speaking, it’s private real estate.”

So, what he was saying was that Harrison was just a pants president.

“You know quite a bit about it.”

“I’ve even been offered to join the syndicate.”

“Hoo.”

As expected, the syndicate seemed to have their eye on Shirley. Well, it would make sense, since she wasn’t a common item.

“Did you repair the griffon through that person too?”

“yes.”

“Who is it?”

“He’s a former mafia named Banzino Lombard. I don’t know about anything else, but he’s a very clean slate when it comes to getting things done.”

A smile escapes my lips at the mention of that half-expected name.

“You’re not close, are you?”

“We’ve only had a few transactions. I guess it’s a relationship that we can maintain because it’s mutually beneficial.”

“Then this will be the last time.”

Gaon, who had said that, stood up from his seat as if he had been waiting and turned his back. What caught his gaze was a prosthetic hand that was emitting the characteristic luster of enamel.

The man lowered his sunglasses slightly and glared.

“Who is the last one?”

“As expected. When you do a favor, good luck comes back to you.”

* * *

After blowing up the plant and taking over the blueprints for the special purpose androids he had acquired, Banjino couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight before his eyes.

Ever since I heard the news of Harrison’s murder, I knew I would run into Gaon someday.

But who would have thought that he would arrive at the base without fear?

“You asked me to kill you? Who gave you the order to do it?”

“… … .”

Instead of answering the question, he turns his gaze to Shirley.

Her abilities were also highly regarded by the Syndicate. They had put in a lot of effort to recruit her as a comrade. That was why they had agreed to the somewhat odd request of repairing the griffon.

however-

“Did you eat it in the meantime?”

“I know it’s shocking to be dumped, but don’t ignore it.”

“I wish you would just shut up for a bit, you punk.”

Baek Ga-on.

A person that ‘he’, who hired the syndicate, dislikes. I don’t know if there is some cause and effect that makes such an indescribable big shot like ‘he’ hold a grudge against a mere troubleshooter―

“It’s better. You came all the way to the gravesite yourself, so there’s no reason you couldn’t bury him.”

“Wouldn’t the order of entry change? I don’t know about anything else, but I already picked the last number.”

“That dog is rambling on and on.”

The reason Ban Ji-no didn’t step forward in person was because the big undertaking was right in front of him. He would have been bothered if he had been stepped on by another force. It was definitely not because he was afraid of Ga-on.

“You entered the tiger’s mouth without knowing when to interfere and when not to, so the result is predetermined.”

In the four major dark departments, the term ‘executive’ meant a strong person whose guarantee had ended.

Moreover, the name was different within the syndicate, which had to get by with individual skills as the absolute number was insufficient.

It was also the nickname of a one-man army.

Banjino took out Silenzio and immediately inserted it into the device.

Immediately after, the complicated emotions subside and are replaced by cool-headed reason.

Having tried countless times to get himself into a state of no-self, he rushed towards Gaon without warning.

The atmosphere was distorted in an instant as the volume was thrown out.

Gaon manages to shake off the fierce attack by just raising his elbow at the right time, but is followed by a sharp, sonic boom that it makes you wonder if it’s an island.

Banjino’s prosthetic hand is a special unit that utilizes ultra-vibration.

The hand, which moved back and forth four million times per second, was similar to a tool for carving a cliff.

Of course, what Gaon was paying attention to was not the performance, but the entity that used it.

Fingers curved like a scythe.

A technique of stabbing a deformed irrigation system with a single, continuous strike.

It is clear what martial arts Ban Ji-no has mastered.

‘Dangrangkwon?’

When people talk about Dangrangkwon, they usually think of its unique hand movements, but what they need to be more careful about is the subsequent techniques.

Hooking an opponent’s leg and limiting their range of movement was also the foundation of Chinese martial arts.

Sticking your finger in was just a necessary technique to finish it off.

“I will support you.”

“are you okay.”

Gaon, who had tried to intervene but was blocked by Shirley with a single wave of his hand, kicked Ban Ji-no’s shin as he rushed towards him.

For a moment, the center of gravity is disturbed.

Gaon, who had taken advantage of the gap, broke Ban Ji-no’s arm.

“?!”

“Why? Do you think you’re the only one who’s good at Tanglangquan?”

Although the characteristics of martial arts are varied, their forms share many common denominators.

Although retreat may seem like an unfamiliar concept, it is a basic movement that all martial arts that have become mainstream have.

It might be easier to understand if we call it a bridge walk.

What Gaon had just cast was just an extension of that.

“Stop being a jerk.”

Giggigeek, the joints of the prosthetic hand are forcibly twisted and repositioned. A performance that can only be shown because it is a machine, not a human body.

The prosthetic hand, transformed into a reverse joint, hits Gaon.

Boom!

It was a hammer that could even chew through a concrete wall, but Gaon stood still and absorbed all the impact. This was the result of taking preemptive measures before a counterattack could even begin.

Yes, Ban Ji-no’s actions were surprisingly unexpected.

“You don’t do any martial arts at all.”