Hunter of the Perished World

[69] Enforcer’s Fury (2)

It was a series of assaults.

Even though his joints were shattered, he could not die easily. Perhaps it’s because of his strong body, he begged Ramfil, unable to get up.

“Huh-huh-huh…. Please… save me… Save me.”

“You know best how meaningless that is.”

He never spared anyone’s life, but he eventually accepted the words. In Ramfil’s words, he repeated the same words like a parrot.

“Just in case, are you from the south?”

“Huh-huh-huh…. Huhuhuhuhu… Save… Help me…”

“I hope it’s not the rest of the day, is it? Maybe a few of them made it back alive. So they’re building slater houses to the north, and they’re doing the same thing? Is that too much of an elixir?”

“Heh, heh… Brother, you misunderstand… It’s a misunderstanding. I don’t pee in the south.”

“You don’t pee because you got frogs from the south, so you’re from the south.”

Ramfil looks down at him with a terrifying smile.

“Do you remember my face? I don’t remember your face.”

“I don’t know…. I’ve never seen you before today…. Help… Please help me.”

“If you don’t know, you have to look me in the face and tell me. If you say you don’t see it and you don’t know it, you don’t have the answers.”

Grrr!

“Queeeeeek!”

Ramfil kicks the leader’s groin and crushes his testicles.

“Now, take a good look.”

With the lather closed, he empowers his eyes desperately to regain consciousness in a situation where his eyes are about to roll over. Blurred vision, a cold impression catches my eye.

“Do you remember my face?”

“W…. I don’t know… How can I remember the honour of the Great One…?”

In the meantime, he was desperate to write a text that wasn’t there to meet Ramfil’s criticism. Slater back then. Survivors. I heard they wiped them out, but I don’t know how many survivors made it up north.

So instead of raiding the Wargrave, we use the Wargrave to turn the tide of our lives.

I don’t know.

“Well, that’s not the point.”

Importantly, seeing them reminded me of the memory I didn’t want to remember the most. Ramfil took his thumb to his eyeball.

“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!”

Cough

“Shhhhh!”

Ramfil simply sticks his thumb in the right eye of the leader to inflict pain. Boom, boom, boom! Along with the sound of cognition, the leader’s eyes burst and blood flowed.

“Huff-puff, huff-puff!”

“I felt bad in the first place.”

Cough!

Ramfil mutters as he squeezes his other eye.

“You scum are like Wargrave parasites. Our policy is to ignore the outside world, but it’s not an order.”

“Huff-puff!”

Pow!

Ramfil rises slowly to see the leader with two blown eyes unable to scream at the lather.

“Th, stop…. Please step back…”

“Hmm?”

He aims at Ramfil with a crude rocket gun where one of the slatters came from. Ramfil looks familiar with the slater.

“Step back… Saw, I don’t want to shoot….”

He was clearly the leading slater of those who had been put to death in Fortress. He flinches and aims at Ramfil. It was an attitude that begged me to back off in fear, rather than an assailant.

Ramfil stares at him with a firm look. The other slatters seemed to notice that there was going to be a fight.

“Why are you doing this…? Ooh, aren’t we supposed to be good? Buying each other, buying each other, imagining…. Huh? If you’re offended by this, I won’t do it… Yes… Please, have mercy, have mercy. S-actually, we didn’t want to do this! Look, look, look, look! No, you’re not!”

The screams of the frightened slater make others nod their heads. Soldiers are crazy or not, we have to live now.

“B, just now…. Whoa, I hear Wargrave doesn’t really care about the outside, as you just said. So… there’s no reason to kill us, is there? I won’t bother you… I’m sorry… I mean…”

They did not believe in their overwhelming numerical superiority. Ramfil hears that and slowly steps over the unconscious leader’s head.

Puck!

“!”

With a little empowerment, my head burst like watermelon and my bribe burst.

“Do you need a great reason to take out the trash?”

Ramfil declares:

“It’s dirty. That’s enough.”

Do I need a cause for taking out the garbage? There’s no need to get carried away by such a great justice to get rid of dirty things.

Mental, dirty, and disgusting.

So there’s not enough reason to get rid of all this junk in the world.

The time of choice has come. Shoot or not.

The shot in front of me has already made up my mind. Slater should also make a choice. In case you haven’t noticed, they’re 500, one enemy.

So, let’s just pick this guy and run. Even if Wargrave has a dragon charm, there’s no way we can track the slatters out in a junk wagon.

There is no Node like this, but life is more important in the end.

“Wrong! Th…”

Kukwabang!

But there was a huge explosion around Slater before the end of the sentence. On one side of the cage, which quickly became ashes, mushroom clouds bloom with the blizzard. The explosion consumed fifty slatters in an instant.

“There’s another one!”

Above the rubbish wall is a camp looking down, holding an RPG7 launcher. Ramfil and Gin’s gaze met. We didn’t have any conversations, but we both knew what was going to happen now.

“Grab your gear!”

Slatters have begun to scatter.

Heave-ho!

Ramfil pulls out the laser shotgun.

Tadak, Tak

As dawn breaks, Slater House is engulfed in flames.

“Hey, I think we’re done here.”

Gene shouts over the rubbish wall, and Ramfil nods, looking up at the camp on the ground. The battle took place overnight. It was impossible to kill everyone. Someone makes a run for it in a junk wagon, and there’s only two Ramfil and Gin to catch them.

The bodies at Slater House were another inferno from yesterday’s Abigail Cycle.

Gene took out the trash walls first, and Gene shot the ground from the highest ground. There was no structure higher than the rubbish wall here, so they said they wanted to be shot at for walking the earth.

Slatters sneaking into the building try to kill Ramfil by grabbing at scrap metal guns, rocket guns and grenade launchers. Of course, because he didn’t have the energy to care about Jin, he literally took a free sniper position and shot countless enemies.

Ramfil did more gruesome things than digging into the building and fighting.

The laser shotgun is switched to Sabel mode to cut through the perfectly healthy columns in the building.

The buildings literally collapsed.

It was an absolute mistake to hide in the building to avoid hunter snipers and cyborg solders. They were buried alive with the building, and the people hiding in the other building had to get out before they could do the same.

Cover yourself from the snipers, but the rubbish wall surrounding them continues. That’s why as long as Gene moves into position, we can take out any cover we want. Gene moves around the rubbish wall and shoots at the hidden enemies.

Gene takes the high ground and shoots it down. Low ground Ramfil engages in a shootout. As a result, the large-scale slater house was only available to corpses.

Of course, Ramfil wasn’t fine either.

Even Ramfil had to allow a few rounds of ammunition to his armed enemies, and the grenade launchers, of course, were not directly hit by the rocket launchers, but were forced to get caught.

It’s not easy to subdue 500 men armed with firearms, even to Ramfil, who fought unharmed.

The uniform became a mop, the skin was covered with bullets, and the L20 was not healthy.

Of course, Gene at the high ground was perfectly unharmed. Of course, the enemy tries to climb up the rubbish wall and take control of the camp, but before that, everyone gets hit in the head with a single blow.

Gene knocks the corpses from the stairwell and drops them to the ground.

“This sucks.”

“It’s cheap.”

It is also true that the two of them vomited the flame of defeating Slater House. No major injuries.

Of course, Jean can’t do this alone. Rampildo would have died from a high firepower saturation if Jin had not held the sniper position and greatly slowed down their actions.

In the end, neither is invincible.

But we added one to one and more efficiency. Both of them destroyed over 500 slatters by confirming their roles. I did two impossible things on my own.

Of course, they were not those who enjoyed the strange nonsense that ignited the collective consciousness.

“That’s why I don’t have any fur.”

It’s been a long time since most of the buildings collapsed and if we don’t get those piles in, they’ll blow up. We should be able to salvage at most a few rounds of ammunition and a chip buster. Ramfil grunts and approaches the building where the Arena slaves are. I didn’t tear down that building.

They come out, dumbfounded, as Ramsay opens the door.

And I was once again appalled that Slater, who had threatened them all, was dead.

“Hunter. A favor.”

“Please?”

“Don’t rob this place.”

That’s what Ramfil said when he saw Gene digging up the body. Ramfil points to the freed slaves behind him.

“Is this a concession?”

“They’ll need weapons and chips to start a new life.”

“I didn’t know you were such a merciful type.”

“I don’t think it’s mercy….”

Ramfil reaches out to Gin, grumbling whether something is wrong with his body parts.

“I wish I could say empathy.”

With a strange smile from Ramfil, Jin rises from his hands with a bitter smile.

“You ran out of 7.62 millimeters.”

Rather than saying he was fighting for his life, Gene’s appearance was quite absurd due to the consumption of ammunition.

“…….”

“If you give me access to the Wargrave manufacturing facility, I can put away a whole heap of scrap metal.”

“Hah…”

If you can give up the 400 chips you were supposed to receive from Slater and use the Wargrave production facility, how much business you have left is a problem with your mouth.

Ultimately, Jean never loses.

Gene and Ramfil just let them go. They will live their own lives, whether they are united or scattered.

The role of Ramfil and Gin is to set them free, but not to do them any more favors. No one could deny that it was a precious grace in this wilderness.

Ramfil did not say what he had in mind.

However, Gene did not listen, but guessed what Ramfil’s sudden actions would suggest.

The previous raid was too far out of Ramfil’s usual attitude. And when you connect with the past that you don’t remember, it’s not that hard to realize.

Ramfil did not suffer from guilt. It was just amazing how I could have forgotten something like that.

“Is the Arena a common hobby for slatters? ”

Gin considers Ramfil’s question for a moment before answering.

“Rare, but not unusual. ”

“I see.”

Now we don’t know if they’re from the south or what.

I just knew that the fight was not a battle of logic and gain, but an emotional revenge. However, Gene didn’t care if it was an unplanned fight, as long as it was paid for.

Ramfil was a little confused.

So, for some reason or another, Ramfil said something that he didn’t have to say.

“Hunter, I have a question. ”

“What is it?”

“I got an offer from the Warlord. ”

Gene holds his tongue, and Ramfil walks away.

“The man who destroyed the North Korean defense ship was an undercover member of the Central Asian Army. We have information that could lead to a war between the Wargraves. ”

Of course, Gene already knew, but Ramfil was telling Gin something he shouldn’t have said.

“So?”

“If you track the Undercover, not the Devil, and kill it, the Wargrave civil war will not stand. ”

Blocks critical information before it reaches it. I don’t know what happens next, but I can put out the fire right now. But after that, there may be war under the leadership of the Central Asian Armed Forces. We don’t know what the future holds, but we can stop a war right now.

“Track down the hidden demon, or go after the Undercover. ”

You have to make one of two choices. Right now, the Devil is hiding, and the Demon Hunter is playing his role even if Ramfil isn’t after him.

And Ramfil continued to see with his own eyes that Gin’s skill was real. Demons may be hunted even if they are not themselves. If so, you don’t have to rely on hunting demons.

It might be better to go after the Undercover.

“What would you do if you were me now? ”

“Hmm…. ”

Gene picks his words and is silent for a moment.