Chapter 95: Drug Cartel
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 95: Drug Cartel
I don't really care if a Delivery Rider dies.
I can't even remember how many Delivery Riders I've killed with my own hands, so whether one gets dragged off and killed by someone else is none of my business.
Especially when it's not some pretty girl, but a middle-aged ahjussi in his forties. I couldn't care less.
But if that Delivery Rider plays a crucial role in a business I'm currently running, that's a different story.
At the very least, no outside faction should dare scratch my "Paradise Membership."
Joining the "Paradise Membership" doesn't mean I can protect everyone, but I must protect the people employed in the businesses run under it from getting hurt.
Only then will more people apply for my business in the future and work hard to reap the benefits.
If I hire a delivery rider and he runs off with the goods, I'll obviously kill him.
Just as I would rip off the motherfucker's head and put it on a spike as an example, if someone working faithfully suffers an accident on the job, I take responsibility and provide a solution.
In particular, the Delivery Beta Test is a brand-new business that started less than a week ago.
I promoted it heavily at the start, and I've been quite satisfied with the decent results, so an accident at a time like this is unacceptable.
This is a critical issue that could completely flip the highly positive public opinion.
Above all, the Delivery Riders must not feel anxious.
They need to perceive this job as easier and more lucrative than hunting zombies.
That is the core of this delivery business.
That's why I stepped in personally.
I wanted to find the headquarters of the drug traffickers anyway, and since they bit the bait just a day after I threw it out, there was no reason to hesitate.
I took the tram and then ran like hell following the map.
I wondered if it made sense to run at full speed just to save a Delivery Rider, but seeing his location move rapidly and then stop, I picked up the pace.
Fortunately, although they were in a car, they hadn't gone far, so I caught up quickly.
Since my Agility had surpassed Level 10 and even Level 15, running faster than a car was now entirely possible.
"Whew."
As the door of the stopped van opened, I stepped in front of it and smashed the face of the guy trying to get out.
"Urgh!"
Knocked flat by the sudden attack, the guy passed out instantly.
I thought I controlled my strength reasonably well, but then again, did I really need to? Because I just swung wildly, it didn't look like he'd be waking up anytime soon.
"Must be this building. Delivery Rider, you okay?"
The Delivery Rider must have been in a lot of pain because he started babbling disgusting things, calling me "Master" and whatnot, but at least he was alive.
I cleaned up the guys inside the van and looked at the building.
They seemed to be using an entire cafe building near Konkuk University Station. These bastards must have lost their minds; they were openly throwing a drinking and drug party on the first floor, while smoke billowed out of the second and third-floor windows as if they were manufacturing drugs.
Seeing how not a single person came out despite all this commotion outside, it was definitely one of two things.
Either they were complete idiots, or there was no one near Konkuk University Station who dared to mess with their faction.
It didn't matter either way.
Because I found them.
"Delivery Rider. Take this van and go back."
"Y-Yes... Thank you."
"Can you drive?"
"Yes..."
"I'll turn on the navigation for you, so go."
I wondered if he could even see anything with his eyes swollen shut like black eyes, but the Paradise Navigation would guide him through a zombie-free route anyway.
After sending the Delivery Rider off, I walked into the building.
It was a straight-up wild party.
Even though it was broad daylight, their eyes were rolled back as they did drugs and drank together.
In one corner, I could see men and women busy sucking, kissing, and fucking each other.
Although they had blocked the cafe windows with various things to keep people from seeing inside, it wasn't a perfect barricade, and the noise made it an absolute shitshow.
I could understand.
If your faction is strong and you don't have to walk on eggshells around anyone, you can do this.
As I always say, I'm in no position to judge anyone.
The moment I criticize someone, it's hypocritical no matter what.
Right now, even with people walking back and forth outside to the food store, I've had sex with Kim Ji-hee inside my studio apartment building more than once or twice.
The only difference is that my building is well-soundproofed, so they don't know whether I'm having sex or jerking off.
Anyway...
They were doing drugs and having sex because they wanted to, so it wasn't really my place to say anything.
Whether the wasted women were doing it because they wanted to or because of the drugs was none of my business.
"They have quite a lot of drugs."
It's definitely true that the guys who have their own manufacturing lines make the most money in the drug business.
Just like the guy I robbed yesterday, since they have so many drugs, I'm starting to get a strangely good impression of them.
I cleared away the scattered drug baggies and only took the unopened ones.
There wasn't much worth taking on the first floor.
It seemed they had just brought out small amounts to consume and inject among themselves.
I headed straight up to the second floor.
On the second floor, they were portioning and packaging the manufactured powder.
Seeing enough powder to fill a backpack divided into three or four backpacks, it seemed what I stole yesterday indeed belonged to this place.
"What the?"
Unlike the idiots on the first floor, the people here reacted immediately to a stranger coming up.
A tattooed thug with irezumi covering his entire body approached me.
"You don't need to know."
"Urgh!"
I quickly struck his neck with the edge of my hand. He clutched his throat with a pained expression, his waist bending.
His head was fucking huge, but I grabbed it and snapped it.
Thud!
I shoved him aside and calmed the people who were portioning the drugs.
"It's okay, it's okay. Keep doing what you're doing. When you're done, put them in here."
I packed the backpacks into my Level 4 Backpack and immediately went up to the third floor.
The third floor was the manufacturing factory.
The pungent smell of chemicals, wherever they got them from, assaulted my nose.
"Ugh, the smell."
I reached into my backpack and pulled out a bottle.
[Molotov Cocktail(★)]
- A Molotov cocktail that explodes when thrown. If flammable substances are present, it burns rapidly and causes a fire.
The Visiting Black Market Merchant sells all kinds of things.
Since these minor items are quite useful in a zombie apocalypse, I bought them whenever I saw them, and now it was time to use one.
I didn't really need the manufacturing factory, so I threw the Molotov cocktail at a desk covered in flasks.
"Huh?"
"No!"
The guys manufacturing the drugs gasped in horror and tried to block the flying Molotov cocktail, but this wasn't just any Molotov cocktail—it was a Level 1 Molotov cocktail.
Crash!
It shattered, and the fire spread instantly.
I didn't know what went into making drugs, but surely at least one or two ingredients were highly flammable.
Watching the blazing fire, I leisurely walked back down.
Seeing that some of the guys portioning the drugs were gone, they must have run away.
It looked like they might have taken some of the portioned drugs with them too.
I didn't really care, so I packed the remaining packaged drugs and went downstairs.
Only then did I see the guys who had snapped out of it, waiting for me fully armed.
Guys high on drugs.
Guys drunk on alcohol.
A guy who still hadn't grasped the situation and was still having sex with a woman.
I was a bit envious because the woman, whom they had brought from somewhere and drugged out of her mind, was quite the innocent type.
But since she was already used goods, I wasn't particularly interested.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
They were definitely a faction capable of playing around like this in broad daylight; in just a short moment, about forty faction members appeared, each holding their own weapon.
If I waited a bit longer, more would come.
And the scary thing about a drug faction is that this place isn't their entire operation.
If they already had a presence before the zombie apocalypse, they might be spread across all of Seoul.
"Me? I'm from the Seongsu Apartment Autonomous Organization. Why?"
"You son of a bitch. Are you insane? Do you know where you are?"
"Where is it? Isn't this a charity? I came here and they gave me so many drugs. I'll be rich if I sell them all."
"Put down what you stole right now."
I laughed, dumbfounded.
"You dumbass. Would you put it down if you were me?"
"..."
I mean, asking someone who walked all this way to steal drugs, stole everything, and even set the place on fire to just quietly return them?
"This bastard won't listen to reason."
Still, the drug faction members weren't fools, probably because they had rolled around in rough places.
No matter how much they outnumbered me, they didn't let their guard down, keeping in mind that I was alone.
They instinctively realized I was no ordinary person since I had already breached this far.
The guy stepping forward and acting as the leader seemed especially cautious.
With forty people, he could have easily yelled, "Get him!" but instead, he only formed a perimeter and kept his distance.
His movements are suspicious.
At the same time, seeing his hand reach inside his coat, I had a hunch.
"Oho."
The way he was gripping it was definitely a gun.
I immediately activated [Cat Step] and dashed forward at full speed.
In the split second his gaze drifted slightly toward his chest.
The moment he was looking at me but his focus was distracted by the gun.
I was already standing right in front of him.
I grabbed the gun he was holding and, using the momentum of him pulling it out, snatched it right into my hand.
"...!"
And the moment he realized the gun had completely transferred to my hand.
His expression turned sour.
He realized it.
That his trump card had fallen into the enemy's hands.
"You have a very interesting toy here."
Click.
I've used guns quite a bit myself.
Especially pistols.
Cocking it and aiming it at his head didn't even take a second.
This is the beauty of having high Agility.
All my movements are invisible to the opponent.
From their perspective, they merely blinked, but because the world seemed to lag and skip to show my actions, their cognitive functions couldn't help but glitch.
Well, nothing changes.
Because the fact that a gun is pointed at his head and the trigger is being pulled remains unchanged.
"I wonder if the first round is a blank?"
Click.
As I squeezed the trigger, a bullet fired.
Bang!
A hole opened in his head, and he collapsed.
"It was live ammo."
At the same time, the moment I saw a trajectory aiming at me from a blind spot, I fired another shot in that direction.
Bang!
I retrieved the gun of the other guy who collapsed while holding it.
"I'm thirty years old, and I feel like crying. Fuck... I haven't seen Santa once in thirty years, but it turns out they were all gathered here."
Why even bother farming a Level 3 Dungeon?
When you come to Konkuk University, they hand out things far better than that.
The drug faction was looking absolutely lovely.