Chapter 128

Chapter 128 - Eye of the Typhoon, Dream Team (2)

Rome, the capital of Italy.

The Italian Parliament, located in the center of Rome.

There were now about 900 members of the Senate and House of Representatives gathered in Congress.

Those who can literally be called the Italian government itself.

But for some reason, they were talking about it with awkward faces.

“If so, what should I do?”

“Aren’t we going to die together if we go on like this?”

“Keuk... But there's no other way, so won.”

As more than 900 lawmakers spat out one word at a time, the atmosphere was almost the same as the market floor.

It is difficult to see the appearance of the Congress, which must be solemn.

Therefore, the appearance of the current parliament seemed to represent the current situation in Italy.

“The Prime Minister is entering.”

At that moment, a thick voice resounded throughout the assembly.

Lawmakers kept their mouths shut at the voice, and only then did the cluttered atmosphere begin to calm down.

It was a middle-aged man in his 50s who broke through the silence and appeared.

A representative of all the members gathered here, and an existence that can be said to be the head of the Italian government.

Italian Prime Minister Samuele.

Samuele strode across the council.

So Samuele, who climbed onto the podium, slowly looked over the 900 lawmakers.

At the same time, a heavy silence fell.

It was a charisma that overwhelms the atmosphere just by scanning the crowd.

Indeed, Samuele shows off the image of a country's representative.

However, despite such tremendous charisma, he could not hide his crumbly face and deep dark circles.

Samuele opened his mouth slowly.

“As the matter is urgent, I will omit the preceding steps. Please tell me the clerk's agenda.”

After that, Samuele looked to one corner.

Then the scribe took a step forward and opened his mouth.

“Currently, the mafia group has occupied the city of Catanzaro. We tried to negotiate, but we are taking a hard line and insisting that we will not accept any other terms.”

Catanzaro was a city located near Sicily, with a population of 90,000.

What the clerk meant was that 90,000 citizens were being held hostage by the Mafia.

“Which faction occupied Catanzaro?”

“This is Francesco.”

After Andrea's death, the mafia group split into three factions.

The Franciscan faction belonged to the Hardy faction among them.

“I will kill all the citizens of Catanzaro if you don't listen to my request within a week...”

Ha

...

That was because Samuele was well aware of how absurd the request was.

In general, it was inevitable to ask for a huge amount that was hard to even imagine.

Ironically, however, they did not ask for riches such as money.

It would have been better if it was related to that kind of money.

If it was a request for something simple and sure, like money, there was no need to worry so much.

No matter how much the request was made, I was willing to accept it positively.

However, what the mafia demanded was not material things like money.

‘I asked for the president's seat...'

It was none other than the president's seat.

Of course, Italy was a political system that adopted a bicameral system as a parliamentary cabinet system.

That's why the president exists, but in fact, it was just a position without great authority.

The Italian political system in which all the roles of the government are taken over by a prime minister elected by the parliament.

However, although he did not have great authority, it did not mean that he did not have any authority.

It was the president who had the power to appoint the prime minister.

Of course, even the prime minister appointed in that way was a permanent authority because it was passed by the parliament.

However, in a situation where a knife is in the throat, who will oppose it?

The reason why he coveted the presidency was obvious to anyone.

Intended to devour the Italian parliament and set all of Italy at its own will.

And the reason why the mafia made such demands to Congress, not to the people, was simple.

In Italy, the president is appointed by the parliament rather than by the people.

Samuele said, squeezing his throbbing temples.

“What's your situation, Mr. Antonio?”

“Currently, with the pro hunters, we are blocking them from coming out of Sicily...”

The scribe did not conclude.

But Samuele could fully guess what the scribe had swallowed.

Even now, mafia roaming around the capital Rome openly.

Just by looking at it, I could roughly tell what the situation was.

They were the ones who wouldn't have dared run amok while Andrea was alive.

The loss of restraint due to the hero's absence was now approaching so painfully.

Haa...

Samuele let out a sigh without even realizing it.

And it was then.

“It was a big deal!”

Suddenly, another scribe shouted as he burst through the council door.

A really rude thing to do in the middle of a meeting.

But no one here was blaming it.

Because the situation in Italy wasn't good enough to take care of it one by one.

“Now, it is said that the dungeons created in Latina have caused a Distortion!”

Unsurprisingly, what came out of the scribe's mouth was quite serious.

Samuele's head went from pounding to dizzy.

Did they say that when it rains, it pours in torrents?

I think I heard that in the East, this kind of situation is made worse.

Samuele let out a self-deprecating laugh.

But Samuele did not let go of his dizzy spirit.

He is the Prime Minister of Italy.

Samuele turned his head while maintaining a calm expression as much as possible.

“...... How many professional hunters can be mobilized right now. Marcello.”

To Samuele's question, Marcello, president of the Italian professional hunter association, answered.

“Currently... 500 C-rank hunters, 150 B-rank hunters, and 20 A-rank hunters can be recruited.”

A total of 600 people.

But the people gathered here knew very well that that alone was not enough.

“Hunters from other countries?”

Samuele asked, but did not expect much.

It is also true that foreign nationals were only foreign nationals.

It could be seen that there was no Hunter who would risk his life to help in Italy like this powder keg.

It was a situation where they asked for help from other countries through Jinrihoe, but everyone just shook their heads, making excuses for one reason or another.

As expected, Marcello shook his head with a dark expression.

It was just this.

Even the movement was so fast that I couldn't keep up with the speed even though I was riding a helicopter.

Faaaaang!

Every time you step on it, a horrifying sound is emitted and the scene changes.

In addition, despite its amazing speed, it was amazing to find the place where the monster was.

Seo-joon found a place that he couldn't even see well even when he looked up from the sky.

The reporter shouted, looking at the camera with a voice full of excitement.

“How great is the great sense of humor to be able to do that!!”

It was amazing.

No, this was beyond amazing, even phenomenal.

“Women, can you see now!”

The reporter who watched the whole scene from the sky couldn't help but shudder.

It is as if the paint spreads and spreads in clear water.

Just like polluted land is purified.

The sight of the monsters that caused the break being swept away was nothing short of spectacular.

“Oh my God...! Oh my God...!”

The reporter stomped his feet with a fuss-free expression.

And ironically, such a reporter's fuss was becoming a ray of hope for the Italian people.

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“Come this way!”

Elena was evacuating people to safety.

“Live! We live!”

“thank you! thank you!”

People were shedding tears and rejoicing that they had survived this terrible situation.

Distortion dungeons popping up in the middle of downtown Latina.

In fact, along with the Distortion, the deaths of countless people were as if they had been decided.

It was because the level of the monsters bursting out due to the Distortion was considerable.

However, there were no actual casualties.

‘How could this happen...'

Elena still couldn't believe this nonsense.

It didn't even take that many people to pull off this nonsense.

only 5 people.

Also, 5 people from the Orient were doing that nonsense right now.

‘What the hell are they doing...'

Elena began to be very curious about the identity of the Dream Team.

And right at that moment.

“Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”

Suddenly, a terrible noise erupted from a corner.

Inside a pile of monster corpses.

With a sudden grasping sound, something huge came out from among the piles of corpses.

“Ki eh eh!”

It was none other than a basilisk.

It seemed that one of the basilisks had not died and had fallen into a sleepy state.

“Everyone, step back!”

Elena quickly ran out in front of the people.

Elena, an A-class hunter.

No matter how much it was in a state of hypocrisy, the basilisk was a powerful monster that could not be easily dealt with.

Still, Elena ran towards the basilisk to protect the people.

No... To be precise, I was trying to run away.

Aaaaaaaaagh!

Suddenly, an enormous explosion erupted in front of Elena.

Elena reflexively stopped running, and when she looked back, there was a basilisk that had exploded without a trace.

“......?”

Elena's mind goes blank for a moment.

Seo-joon's voice came to Elena's ears.

“If you’re a singer, I told you to check your condition, but what are you going to do if I go without checking?”

Even when it came, Seo-joon was standing in front of the bursting basilisk.

Seojun retrieved the spear that had fallen next to the basilisk.

I thought it must have exploded the basilisk.

Seo-joon looked at the window blankly and muttered.

“And the divine power keeps pouring in on its own, so it’s harder to control the power.”

Then I glanced at the exploded basilisk corpse.

“I have to collect all the corpses after work and dismantle them... but if I do this, I won’t be able to get paid properly.”

Aaaaaang!

And then, in an instant, it disappeared from sight.

“......”

Elena didn't know how to take this.

“Who the hell is that person?”

And the people who watched Seo-joon like that asked Elena.

Elena hurriedly came to her senses and answered.

“He is a person from Korea who came to help Italy.”

“In Korea? You mean you sent an S-class Hunter from Korea?”

Elena shook her head and corrected her words.

“I’m an A-class hunter.”

“That... is that an A-class hunter?”

The facial expressions of people who are stunned for a moment.

It was because he was at the level of nodding his head even if he was a hero of cataclysm, let alone an S-class hunter.

That's why Elena couldn't say anything.

Because Elena was asking the same question.

“......”

“......”

In the meantime, a stunning silence.

Tiri-ring.

At that moment, the cell phone ringing in my arms rang loudly.

Elena confirmed the sender and couldn't help but be nervous for a moment.

[Association President Marcello]

It was because the sender was none other than the President of the Pro Hunter Association.

His best boss, Pro Hunter Association President Marcello.

Elena took a deep breath and answered the call.

“I'm Elena, Team Leader in Asia, Hunter Management Department.”

Along with Elena's words, Marcello's words were heard over the receiver.

“yes. That's right. Currently, I am in charge of the Dream Team... Yes?”

And at Marcello's words that followed, Elena was stunned for a moment.

Elena muttered involuntarily.

“Are you saying that the Prime Minister himself... came?”