Chapter 133

Chapter 133 - Prelude (2)

“Hehehe...!”

With a rough inhalation, Albano's spirit woke up in an instant.

For an instant, confusion arose due to the disconnection between the mind and the memories that had been cut off.

However, the image of himself with his whole body tied up.

And this terrifying pain that strikes the whole body.

“Ugh...!”

Memories that had been cut off between them began to emerge sparsely.

It started with the raid on the hotel where Seojun Kim was.

My mind was cut off in front of that overwhelming force.

After that, I woke up and started to cry, and then I lost my mind again.

Until now waking up again.

“...That's not what you're talking about.”

Albano muttered involuntarily at his miserable situation.

“More than that...?”

After roughly recalling his memory, Albano slowly turned his head to look around.

Then, what I saw was a small, shabby little space.

In addition, the musty smell of shit stung the nose.

It seemed to be a space where animals were raised, like a stable.

“Why am I here...?”

right at that moment.

Kwa Dang Tang!

Suddenly, the door of the stable broke open and someone rushed inside.

The look I saw with my eyes narrowed was somewhere familiar.

“Cesare...?”

It was none other than Cesare, an officer and colleague belonging to the same faction.

Albano could not hide his doubtful feelings at the sudden appearance of Cesare.

That's also because Cesare had to be in Catanzaro now.

To be precise, he had to burn Catanzaro to ashes and stay in Sicily.

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Albano could roughly guess the situation.

“Cesare, did you hear about me and come to help?”

Albano involuntarily let out a laugh.

The number of mafia who occupied Catanzaro was about 1,000.

A whopping 10 times the strength of Albano's attack on the hotel.

No matter how much Kim Seo-jun had, it was not about 1,000 people, even if he said that he had excellent military power.

Because that really couldn't have been possible without Andrea stepping up.

Therefore, the fact that Cesare is here now means that Cesare wants Kim Seo-joon...

“Please consider buying it!!”

“huh?”

Albano's expression began to stun for a moment.

“Please consider my servant!!”

That was also because Cesare suddenly knelt down and began to beg.

“Suddenly something...”

Albano paused momentarily.

It was because the shape of Cesare's face was a little strange.

Rather than being strange, the shape of the face was grotesquely distorted.

It was hard to find the shape of the nose bone.

His teeth were shattered and only his gums remained, and

his jaw joint was missing and he could not even speak properly.

“I don’t know about that, but when Elena-sama asked me a little later, just tell the truth. Just tell the truth.”

And a familiar voice from somewhere.

“Kim Seo-joon...?”

Albano could not understand the situation at all.

Because the current situation meant only one thing.

‘Cesare was also beaten by Kim Seo-joon...?'

Against a whopping 1,000 mafia?

‘What nonsense...!'

Albano thought over and over again, but he couldn't accept the situation.

And whether or not you know how Albano feels.

“What, are you awake too? It just went well. You should answer the questions Elena-sama asks later.”

bang!

Seo-joon left the stable with only those words left.

“......”

Albano could not hide his bewildered feeling.

“Sa Sarami no.. uh how... this is...”

Cesare looked like someone who had gone insane in a panic.

Among the S-class hunters, Mafia Cesare, who belongs to the upper class.

Cesare, the Under Boss of the Franciscan faction along with Albano, is showing such an appearance?

In addition, he was a ruthless person enough to take on the task of annihilating 90,000 Catanzaro citizens.

“Hee hee!!”

But what I see now...

‘What the hell did he do...?'

Albano could not have imagined.

And just then.

“Seojun oppa!”

Suddenly, outside the stable, a conversation was heard along with a human voice.

“How was it?”

“The magic bomb has been completely disarmed. Since the charged mana has been completely dissipated, there is no need to worry about it exploding unless it is recharged again.”

‘What? The magic bomb was disarmed?'

But somehow, the content wasn't serious.

“Mr. Seoyoon. What about the people?”

“I took shelter outside the blast radius in preparation for an unexpected situation, but after hearing Suyeon’s words, I’m coming back in turn now. Now Ha-yun is leading with the spirits.”

‘What is this...!'

Albano's eyes widened.

“Everyone has suffered.”

“What are we struggling with? I didn't have much difficulty thanks to the captain drawing all the attention by himself.”

“that's right. Seojun did everything.”

“Even by the time we went to help... ugh.”

A voice that cannot speak.

Albano just glanced at the panicked Cesare.

“This... I really don’t know how to thank you for this...”

“Thank you. And the work isn't over yet. Please go inside.”

“yes.”

jump.

The door to the stable opened again, and Seo-jun and Elena appeared together.

And Elena looked at Cesare and Albano with a cold gaze and asked.

“Your guys plan is over. now tell me How did you get out of Sicily?”

“Why do we...”

“Bimitoro is Itsumi!”

At that moment, Cesare fell flat and shouted.

Cesare trembled like an aspen tree and began to confess everything.

“Bimitoro is Itsumi! Get out of Sichiriar there and Tsumida!”

“Cesare!”

Albano hurriedly tried to shut Cesare's mouth.

“You’re a bird—”

That moment.

Wow!

Explosive noise erupted from Albano's body.

With the sound of bones breaking, Albano's voice was no longer heard.

A new type of Albano that is drooping.

Seojun kicked Albano in the face once again.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

in a harsh atmosphere.

“How did things go?”

Italian Prime Minister Samuele opened his mouth slowly.

Then Marcello, president of the Italian Pro Hunter Association, replied.

“The movements of Francesco and Agnes are unusual. It seems... the two of them held hands.”

“Are you holding hands? What do you mean?”

Samuele was startled and asked Marcello.

But the answer came from somewhere other than Marcello.

“It looks like Francesco and Agnes are preparing for a full-scale war.”

It was none other than Antonio.

The official successor of Andrea, the hero of Cataclysm.

Now without Andrea, he was in fact the godfather of the mafia.

And as Andrea's official successor, his skills were natural, and his will was also inherited.

When Andrea died and the mafia went live, he was the first to take the lead and block Sicily.

Because of such Antonio, Italy has been able to hold on so far.

Antonio continued with a dark expression.

“The news of our member who was planted inside has been cut off. It seems that his identity has been discovered.”

“I can't just watch it like this. We must also prepare.”

“Huh...”

Samuele burst into a sigh involuntarily.

Things were getting worse and worse.

Now that the Dream Team is responsible for the safety of all of Italy.

I thought I was barely balanced, but rather it was like hastening the fuse of a bomb.

The combined strength of the mafia belonging to the Francesco and Agnes faction reached a whopping 150,000.

Each and every one of them was a pro-hunter class, and it was an enormous power.

Of course, this side's power was not inferior to him.

A whopping 200,000.

It was the strength of the mafia and professional hunters of Antonio's faction.

Clash between 150,000 and 200,000.

“Like Marcello said, I think we should prepare for war as well.”

War.

It was literally like a war.

In terms of power alone, it was a victory for Congress.

Probably, as long as there were no other variables, the result would have come out that way too.

They say Francesco and Agnes are over there, but

Antonio and Marcello are here.

The problem was the damage caused by the war.

War between 150,000 and 200,000.

Power is dominant, but not overwhelming.

It was clear that there would be huge casualties to say the least.

Countless pro hunters would have lost their lives.

Let's say you win that way.

What's next?

Samuele, as the prime minister who had to be in charge of Italy, couldn't help but think about the situation after that.

But you can't go to war.

That shouldn't be the case either.

A situation where you can neither do this nor that.

“Haa...”

Samuele felt like he was caught in a trap.

‘If only Andrea had been alive...'

Absence of overwhelming power.

It left a lot of regret, but now was the time to look ahead.

It went on for such a long time.

It was just then that Samuele's mouth slowly opened.

smart.

“Hey... I’m really sorry during the meeting.”

Someone carefully opened the door and entered with a knock.

In the sudden situation, the three of them turned their heads at the same time, and what they saw was none other than Elena.

“Elena? Why are you here?”

Marcello asked with his eyes wide open.

That's also because Elena was supposed to be in charge of the dream team.

Elena continued with a puzzled expression.

“That... Hunter Kim Seo-joon said he wanted to meet the Prime Minister, the president of the association, and Antonio...”

“What?”

Samuele asked with a surprised expression.

In fact, those who can be called the current head of Italy.

These weren't people you could meet just because you wanted to.

“I will see you soon.”

But Seo-joon fully deserved it.

“Where is Hunter Kim Seo-joon?”

“You are outside now.”

Then, at Elena's words, Samuele, Marcello, and Antonio hurriedly went outside.

The appearance of Seo-joon that he faced like that.

Seojun greeted the three with a shy smile.

“Haha, I guess I’ll see you soon. ah! Nice to meet you, Antonio.”

“A follower of the Truth Society...?”

And Antonio showed a puzzled expression at Seo-jun's voice that came without an interpreter.

“no. It's like... a soul interpreter.”

Seo-joon bizarrely finished the explanation because it was short.

Lee Ha-yoon explained the concept properly once, but what did he mean?

Every time I met someone new, it was too complicated to explain.

“Soul Interpreter...?”

As expected, Antonio didn't seem to understand properly, but Seo-joon didn't care much.

“Other than that, what are you doing here?”

And Samuele's question that follows.

Seojun immediately opened his mouth.

“It's nothing else, I'm trying to do some smuggling. Because I don’t know Italian market prices well.”

“Smuggling...?”

At Seo-jun's sudden words, the three people's expressions began to dim at the same time.

All of a sudden, trafficking?

Only Elena was shaking her head.

Seo-joon threw something forward from behind.

Kwa Dang Tang!

Cheeky!

Two objects thrown aimlessly.

“Oh Albano?”

“And that... Cesare?”

It was none other than Albano and Cesare.

“Why are Francesco’s two officers here...?”

Antonio felt like he was losing his mind because he couldn't be embarrassed.

Who are Albano and Cesare?

They were none other than Francesco's right-hand man and so-called left-hand man.

Why are those two executives here?

What's more, that miserable face...

Soon, Seo-joon's words were heard.

“I said the ransom of these two is 70 million euros, so 100 billion won in Korean currency?”

At the same time, Seo-joon began to take something out of his pocket.

It was obviously a pocket the size of a fist, but what came out of it was a huge spherical object.

Whoops.

It is none other than the magic bomb that was installed in Catanzaro.

It was a bomb with enough power to turn a city into ashes in an instant.

Soo-yeon scattered the charged mana, so it didn't explode, but on the contrary, it could be used if the mana was recharged.

Seojun smiled and said.

“Then, I wanted to ask them about the price of what they should pay for the ransom of 150,000 people.”