Chapter 88: The Vein of the Ungodly (3)

Chapter 88: The Vein of the Ungodly (3)

A tennis court and swimming pool, a tidy and elegant European-style garden. The villa nestled in the mountains with two annex buildings was truly the epitome of bourgeois aesthetics. How could this be called the personal property of an individual communist party official? If Marx had seen this place, he would have cried out that class struggle was necessary here.

It was late at night, just before dawn. The enemies response was completely chaotic, except for the guards on duty who had gone to sleep. Although some had woken up to the noise of armor-piercing shells penetrating the walls, there were not enough to mount an organized response.

At the point when the enemies escape route was completely blocked off, I descended the slope and entered the villas spacious grounds. The dogs that had been barking noisily had become lumps of meat cooling down after being hit by bullets. As I crossed the garden as if taking a stroll, I steadily relayed information to my subordinates.

1-1 to 2-1. There are 2 enemies in ambush around the next corner. Both are using 95-style (QBZ-95) with 50-round drum magazines. They dont have any spare magazines or sidearms, and only one is wearing body armor, looks like Level 3.

1-1 to 4-1. There are no threats between your current position and checkpoint B-3. Advance at full speed and secure the position, then provide flank cover for 3-3 until they move out to B-2.

1-1 to 3-2. The enemy you are currently engaging has less than half a magazine left. One has broken off to grab more ammo, should take about 1 minute for the round trip

In this fashion, the enemies have no chance of winning.

2-1 to 1-1. Situation room secured.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Upon receiving this report, I had just stepped into the main building. The marble floor was sticky with blood, making an unpleasant scraping noise with every step from my feet. On top of that were the shouts and noises mixed with electronic tones. The source was the walkie-talkies of the dead mercenaries, still switched on with their eyes open.

Damn it! Anyone there?! Theres too many of them! Were being overwhelmed by firepower! Help me, it hurts so much Everyone shut up for a second, you fcking bastards! The comms are a mess! Someone try to get a handle on the situation- Situation room! Situation room! Hey! Are you jerking off in there, you stupid bastard?! Mom, mom! Waaah When are the SWAT teams coming! They said theyd respond if we hit the panic button! Phone! Anyone got a working phone?! Fuckkkkkk!

The cries grew more frantic and desperate by the second. As I flowed past like a stream, listening to the whimpering radios, I asked Kyung-tae, aka 2-1, who had reported securing the situation room.

Is there a PA system in there by any chance?

2-1 here. No, there isnt What do you need it for?

I was thinking of broadcasting a surrender offer, but nevermind if there isnt one.

I didnt see any broadcast speakers in view, but there were intercom handsets in each room. I wondered if it might be possible to conference call them simultaneously, so I asked just in case. But having to negotiate surrender one by one would be tedious, might as well just kill them all. As I was thinking this, 2-1 asked back.

If they surrender, were you planning to let them live?

Of course not. I was thinking of capturing them alive and filming their beheadings.

The brutality of the Black Childrens Party bike squads was vividly etched in my mind. The one who leashed severed heads and dragged them around, the one who held enemy necks under flowing blood from decapitations, the ones who executed rows of enemies who had surrendered by kneeling them down for mass beheadings.

Therefore, in order to turn the blame against the Black Childrens Party, we must also emulate their brutality. To avenge the grudges of those who have lived their whole lives under the shadow of the class system. It would be surprising if even a shred of mercy remained for those who sang of fury, having reached the era of myth.

In the revolution they dream of, the death of communist aristocrats and their lackeys was an absolutely essential component that could never be omitted.

Just capturing some combat footage should be enough for our purposes here.

Editing together footage of the fighting carried out by my subordinates and uploading it online would provide decent decoys, as well as material to use for propaganda by the fake Black Childrens Party.

Kill them all.

I reiterated.

Whether theyre Combatant or not doesnt matter. Armed or unarmed also doesnt matter. Everyone in this villa is an enemy of the people. So spare absolutely no one, kill them all. Rip open their bellies and stomp their torsos until their guts spill out. A peoples revolution is a tree that grows by drinking blood.

Understood. We will carry that out ruthlessly.

With the original directive firmly reestablished, the process of transforming the bourgeois villa into a bloody spectacle progressed even more intensely.

In history, Chinese and Jewish people frequently utilized this technique. The Chinese because the country was often in turmoil, and the Jews because their nationality itself was a target of discrimination and persecution. Just smear some dirt on the outside and bake it, and that was all there was to it. It was easy to make. Even now, in ancient Chinese houses, gold bars hidden by the old residents were sometimes discovered during redevelopment.

I instructed,

Explode here to erase any traces. Gao Shusen shouldnt find out about these bricks.

Yep.

Even with just the gold bars here, it would easily amount to tens of millions of dollars. It would be better to send it to Macau over time rather than using a cruise ship.

After collecting the treasures found here in the mansions garage, the amount piled up exceeded the rough estimate I made at first, filling nearly five 2.5-ton trucks. Excluding bulky art pieces and artifacts like ceramics and paintings, it seemed impossible to fill all five trucks.

Using the telekinesis technique, I quickly finished loading onto the truck, the same type Kyung-tae was in and left the mansion grounds. There was now the task of returning, but with my eyes and a disguised identity, there shouldnt be significant difficulties. Internally patting myself on the back for a satisfactory hunt, Kyung-tae, who took the steering wheel, muttered something strange.

I didnt intend it, but it looks like weve ended up helping China quite a bit.

What are you talking about?

Isnt it obvious? Even if we only use a portion of the harvested treasures as evidence, at least tens of millions of dollars will be recovered to the national treasury. Its much better than ordinary patriots.

Recovered to the national treasury?

Realizing Kyung-taes misconception, I couldnt help but feel a bit bewildered. His misconception, stemming from his overly innocent view, was a stark contrast to someone who had been working in this field for a long time. Sensing something unusual from my reaction, Kyung-tae cautiously asked while looking ahead.

Uh, did something go wrong?

Wrong is an understatement. Honestly, its beyond wrong. Its even embarrassing. Did you seriously think that seized assets would quietly go into the national treasury? In this country that has rotted to the core to the point, theres no more rotting left?

Ah, ugh.

Kyung-tae groaned with a strange sound.

I underestimated it, Hyungnim. Im sorry.

No need to apologize.

There were often aspects in various matters that one tended to overlook without much consideration.

In this country, in every oppression that took place, the losers gold became the loot of the winners. Illegitimate profits obtained through the war against crime also became the loot of those in power.

Therefore, the vein of the ungodly flowing through this continent had never been cut off for a single moment. Beasts of cronyism devour each other, creating a continuity of gold from the past to the present. Although some of it might flow to other continents or across the seas.

Today, wed plundered one small tributary of that dirty history. Being an illegitimate person myself, I had no shortage of continuing this history.

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