I’m Not That Villain

12 – New Face (2)

Execution Agency.

A national security group that practically takes responsibility for public order in the current era.

Since all members are superhumans, their number is small. But, you see, they are much stronger than those private troubleshooters or so-called heroes who claim to be the core of maintaining public order.

They receive formal training and are directly chosen by the state to act.

Each one of them is an elite. Mediocre superhumans can’t even get in here.

…But.

To subdue two such enforcers at once?

Even if they were inexperienced, there’s a problem. A very big problem.

Enforcer ‘Baeksan’ put a cigarette in his mouth. He fiddled with his chin for no reason and leaned against the wall.

He didn’t light it. The building was a non-smoking area. But just holding it helped organize his thoughts to some extent.

However…

Even if things are organized, it doesn’t mean the problem is solved.

It feels like I’ve taken on an impossible task.

“Senior!”

A new recruit who joined recently comes running. He stares blankly at the girl who is only full of enthusiasm.

He detached himself from the wall. He moved past her with a slight step.

“Se, senior?! Where are you going?!”

“Seeing you gives me one more headache. I need some fresh air.”

“What did I do…?!”

“There are people who are burdensome just by existing… just like you.”

“I’m not burdensome at all?!”

He ignores all the noise she makes while chasing after him.

There is a reason for doing so. You see, enforcers, even though they seem like the highest authority, actually have the highest mortality rate among all institutions.

Just because they are superhumans doesn’t mean they don’t die. In the first place, the criminals that enforcers mainly capture are all superhumans.

They have weapons, and we have weapons, so we die if we make a mistake. There are many cases where we die even if we don’t make a mistake.

And generally speaking.

Those who are only full of enthusiasm die early.

“Relax your shoulders.”

“I didn’t put any strength into it.”

“You’ve become that amazing enforcerlower your shoulders a bit. That’s not a good thing. It’s no different from saying you might die at any moment.”

“But…it’s an important institution that maintains the country’s security…? I can’t help but have a sense of duty!”

The rookie who got tied into a team.

The rookie ‘Yui’ lowered her voice slightly.

“…Someone has to punish the criminals. We have to stop them. So that there are no unjust victims.”

Was it a case where her parents were killed by a criminal?

Baeksan didn’t add much to the conversation. He just hoped that this sense of duty wouldn’t lead to mistakes.

“So, senior. What’s my first mission?”

“Why are they giving such a mission to a rookie…”

“What, what is it?! Is it an incredible mission!? Catching a big-time criminal or something…?!”

He suddenly stopped walking. Yui, who was diligently following, bumped her head against his back.

“Ouch…”

It’s not incredible.

Just catching an illegal weapons manufacturer who ran away.

But you see, there was an unknown assailant involved in this case who silently subdued two enforcers.

Maybe it has something to do with the captured criminal, Bad Sector. So it’s not really a mission for a true rookie.

Even so, the fact that this mission was assigned to him…

That damn superior must be trying to get him this time.

“…I just want to live a quiet life, why do they keep bothering me like this.”

“Senior?”

“Let’s go.”

“Uh, where are we going?! Just tell me to do anything! I’ll sacrifice myself to uphold justice…!”

“Forget the grand sense of duty. When an enforcer starts working, there’s only one thing to do. Track the traces.”

“Track the traces?”

“Yeah. The illegal weapons manufacturer called ‘Viper’ who made weapons for Bad Sector…”

They completely left the building.

He lit the cigarette in his mouth.

“Find the traces of Lee Seo-jun.”

“An illegal weapons manufacturer involved with a big-time criminal…right?! But, senior. It’s a no-smoking area in front of the building.”

“Shut up.”

. . .

“Sister.”

At the short call, Choi Yeseo, a member of the Shark Tooth Office, put down the newspaper that had been covering her face.

Sleepy. The thing about post-meal drowsiness is that it’s inevitable. The feeling when you lean back in a comfy chair after a meal.

It was indescribably precious. I wish I could close my eyes a little longer, but…

Still, I should start working soon.

She stands up, scratching her butt. She can’t remember the name of the junior, so she opens her mouth slightly.

“Um…”

“Han Dojun.”

“Ah, right. Dojun.”

“Sister, isn’t it about time you remembered my name…?”

Annoying.

There are so many annoying things in the world. But even so, there are too many things that need to be done.

Working is especially like that. I just want to lie down, sleep, eat delicious food, and laze around, but without a source of income, that’s impossible…

So, I’m affiliated with this Shark Tooth Office. To make a living. And already, just with that, my mind is saturated. I don’t want to do anything beyond that if I can help it.

Remembering names is like that too. Why bother remembering names that don’t need to be remembered? Human relationships are like sandcastles that can easily collapse.

So there’s no need to remember.

And since there’s no need, I don’t make an effort.

Besides, juniors change frequently. This one seems to be lasting a bit longer, but he’ll disappear soon too.

So, I wave my hand roughly.

“Yeah. I remembered. I remembered perfectly.”

“You said that last time too.”

“Did I…? This time is different. Really.”

“You said that the time before last too…”

“Did I…? Anyway, junior. Yeah. What’s your name again? Dojun? Right. Dojun. Your coming here means I have work to do, right? What did that annoying boss assign me?”

“I’ll brief you.”

“There’s no need to go that far… No, go ahead.”

“Thank you!”

He turns on the beam screen as if he had prepared it in advance. It was installed in the office, but…

No one has ever written that properly until now. He’s the kind of talent the director would like. He looks like a third-rate villain, but in this aspect, he’s quite sharp.

Choi Yeseo gently put the toothbrush with toothpaste in her mouth.

She doesn’t really want to manage cleanliness, but she hates having a smelly body. This is also one of those things she has to do.

Ugh. So annoying…

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You mean to explain. Got it.”

The screen changed.

A photo appeared.

“26 years old. Lee Seojun. He was an apprentice at the Black Chain Workshop, but is currently a fugitive. The crime he committed is illegal weapon manufacturing. The enforcement agency caught him once, but it seems they let him go.”

“Is he skilled?”

“Yes, he is. However, it couldn’t be confirmed if he possesses any abilities. The outline wasn’t clear, so it’s unknown whether he hid his power or had an accomplice. We wanted more detailed information at the time of the arrest attempt, but since it was the enforcement agency, there were limits to the information we could obtain.”

She spat out the toothpaste and returned. She slumped back into the chair and looked at the beam screen with languid eyes.

White hair. In an era of diverse personalities, white was a common color. Moreover, these days, with the influx of various foreigners, it feels like half foreigners and half Koreans. Colorful hair is common.

An unadorned appearance. The hair is slightly long. The face beneath it…

It’s not groomed, but if it were, it would be quite something.

The peculiarity is that he’s thin… He has muscles, but they don’t look that big. He’s a bit tall. Around the early 180s, I guess.

“The client?”

“The owner of the Black Chain Workshop, Kang Taesang.”

“The Black Chain Workshop… that means…”

“It’s a very large workshop in the country. It exports various weapons, including specialized equipment, to many groups, earning a huge income.”

“A big shot?”

“Yes, that’s right. The commission amount is also substantial. The director said we must complete this task somehow. So he decided to entrust this task to you, ma’am…”

“He usually says I’m unreliable, but he only looks for me at times like this.”

“Because you’re amazing, ma’am.”

Choi Yeseo leaned against the desk.

Work. It’s work. So let’s start thinking.

When it’s time to do it, you have to do it. Only then can you relax again.

Do it when you have to.

Play when you can.

And now is the time to do it.

“Where could Lee Seo-jun, who ran away, be now?”

“I don’t know. The trail has completely vanished.”

“Candy.”

“Here it is.”

There is nothing more dreadful than putting a lemon candy into a freshly brushed mouth.

But because of that, the dread wakes up the dormant brain. The work of a troubleshooter is mostly about solving problems that can’t be pushed through with mere strength.

“Let’s go to work.”

Due to the lack of capable personnel in the enforcement agencies, some large troubleshooter offices also take charge of the security of their affiliated areas. This is the implicit reason they are called heroes.

At first glance, it sounds like a really nice nickname. If you praise them by calling them heroes, it feels good. Honestly, it feels good. There are even people who join with the dream of becoming a troubleshooter because of that.

Desire for honor. It’s important. But, you see.

Apart from that good feeling, the most important thing is money.

So let’s go make money.

The troubleshooter of the Shark Tooth Office, Choi Ye-seo, left the office with her junior, Han Do-jun.

To work.

. . .

Famous people have followers.

And that is no exception even for criminals.

In fact, there are followers who are fascinated by and worship big-time criminals.

A collection of broken humans.

The rampaging group NOISE, impressed by the villain, Bad Sector.

Theresa, an executive there, unfolded a letter she had read again.

“…Ah…”

To put it nicely, it’s a letter, but to put it differently, it’s just a piece of paper.

But the important thing was who sent it.

Theresa quietly read it again. Then she hugged it tightly and whispered.

“Thank you for trusting me, Bad Sector.”

He specifically mentioned her.

He told her to secure Viper’s identity before he went out.

Theresa gently placed her hand on her cheek. Among the many executives, there was only one reason he specifically mentioned her.

Everyone’s hands are rough and fierce. There’s no trace of kindness to be found.

But she was different. She knew how to deal with people, how to maintain them, not just break them.

Securing identity. Not bad. Teresa smiled faintly.

“…Oh my God.”

Bad Sector was her god. The very symbol that taught her true freedom.

So she had to follow it, didn’t she? After offering a sincere prayer, Teresa stood up.

To be honest, she was clumsy with machines. But if you run around diligently, everything gets solved somehow.

Instead of searching for information through a poorly used mobile phone, torturing people yields more reliable information. Is that all? Twist a finger, and they even organize it in an understandable way.

So let’s find the starting point and chase it.

The weapon maker that Bad Sector is currently looking for…

To find the person called Viper, who has completely disappeared now.

“I will prove it. My faith.”