Chapter 411
Chapter 411
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 411
Chapter Title: Mr. S
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I opened the Playful Life app and examined the newly appeared quests. I had meant to check them sooner, but I'd put it off while going after Han A-young.
Become the undisputed Dance King acknowledged by all in the 'Dance King' playful world.
🎁 Reward: 300 points
'Was Dance King a teen drama? Anyway, this one's a pass. Dancing sounds annoying, and it doesn't look fun.'
More than anything, the reward was stingy. Just 300 points? Who was that supposed to impress?
Raise the declining Hwangbo Sega, ousted by the five great families, into the supreme clan under heaven. The Hwangbo Sega is on the brink of ruin due to the filthy schemes of other families. Restore the clan and exact revenge.
🎁 Reward: 1 Spirit Returning Pill, 1,600 points
'The reward's tempting, but... no way it's happening overnight, no matter what I do.'
I clicked my tongue. Destroying something? Easy. If it had just said to avenge the clan, I'd have picked this one. But rebuilding a clan? That was dozens of times more hassle.
You are an agent of America's secret agency, OPF. The world is in grave danger. Save it.
🎁 Reward: 1 Hevil Catalyst, 700 points
'OPF Agent... An old movie I saw once.'
'OPF Agent' belonged to the Adel Universe, a hero worldview—one of the parallel worlds with no major connections.
The reward was decent, and since I knew the plot of OPF Agent, completing the quest shouldn't take long.
'Alright, let's give it a shot.'
I was in a car. A steering wheel sat before me. The interior was clean and sleek, like a brand-new ride, complete with navigation. But looking straight ahead revealed an unfamiliar cityscape.
'...New York?'
New York showed up so often in movies and dramas that I recognized it immediately.
I checked myself over.
I wore a black suit. I pulled out my pockets: smartphone, wallet, pistol, ID. Smartphone first, then ID.
The ID wasn't your standard issue. It was made of special material, engraved with numbers.
'Mr. S, huh...'
Looks like I was a secret agent in this world.
'Hm... Guess I'll grab some food first.'
The moment I reached to start the engine, someone approached and slid into the passenger seat. I glanced at the woman.
Wavy brown hair, sexy figure. Black suit like mine, but it suited her perfectly.
Pale skin, brown eyes, F-cup breasts overflowing with volume.
I knew her.
Miss J. Jenna Wiley. The female lead of OPF Agent. Midway through the movie, she teams up with the male lead and protagonist, Mr. A.
"S. Got you a hamburger and cola."
"Ah. Thanks."
I caught the hamburger she tossed and tore open the wrapper right away. Glancing over, Jenna was unwrapping hers too. Even eating a burger looked gorgeous on a knockout like her.
I crammed the burger into my mouth and slurped the cola.
My mind was on how to bed Jenna.
OPF agents were all enhanced humans, superior to normals—but not to me right now.
Subduing and ravaging her by force would be simple.
'But where's the fun in that?'
Seducing Jenna didn't seem hard anyway.
'In the movie, she kisses the male lead over nothing. Overcome a few hardships, and we're golden.'
"S! What are you doing? Move! They're getting away!"
Jenna suddenly raised her voice. Up ahead, a black van was speeding off. Chasing it was probably the mission.
I sipped my cola and hit the accelerator. The car shot forward.
"Too fast! Forgot we're tailing them?"
"J. This is fine. Hey, who are we chasing again?"
"What?"
Jenna stared at me like I'd grown a second head.
"Kidding. Kidding. But looks like they've spotted us? Flooring it like crazy."
Jenna whipped her head forward. She glared at the black van, pistol in hand.
"No choice now—capture and secure them. Can't let them slip. S."
"Leave it to me. Time to show off my killer driving."
I floored it. Kept flooring it.
The speedometer soon topped 200 km/h.
"Eek! Ahead! Car!"
I casually swerved, barely grazing past. Horns blared behind us, but I ignored them. Jenna gaped in shock, clutching the overhead handle for dear life.
"...S. I knew you were reckless, but not this bad. Now I'll catch hell from Coat too!"
Coat was the agents' direct boss. He assigned missions.
"Got 'em."
I pulled up beside the speeding black van and rolled down the window. A skinhead in the passenger seat glared back. His fierce face and bald dome were covered in tattoos.
He rolled his window down too and snarled at me and Jenna.
"Damn government dogs, persistent as hell. Don't value your lives?"
"Shut up and pull over, baldy. I'll get you a cozy cell with bars. Let's keep it civil."
"Fuck you."
He drew his pistol. I hit the brakes hard.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out. He was firing for real. He kept shooting at us without stopping. I jerked the wheel wildly, dodging.
Quick glance at Jenna—she was ready to fire.
"What? We can shoot back?"
"S. Letting them go means victims multiply. Better end it here. And don't forget—they're not normal humans."
"...Right. They look so human, slipped my mind."
Jenna shot me an incredulous look, then leaned out and returned fire. Her marksmanship was top-tier.
Her bullet shredded the van's rear tire. It fishtailed and slammed into the guardrail.
The thugs piled out, pistols blazing as they scattered.
"Stop the car, S! They're fleeing!"
"Okay."
Unlike frantic Jenna, I parked leisurely, stepped out, aimed my pistol, and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets punched precisely into their legs. They dropped one by one with each trigger pull. In under ten seconds, all down.
"That should do it... Huh?"
The leg-shot ones stood right back up, turning toward us. Their eyes glowed crimson.
As they charged, guns raised, I fired faster.
Five of six took headshots and dropped dead. The last writhed, riddled in arms and legs.
"S... That skill..."
Jenna trailed off in awe. Too good for a normal human. I just flashed her a grin, no words needed.
Sirens wailed soon after—cops and ambulances. We headed to HQ with the lone survivor.
Coat chewed us out there.
Back in reality, I rewatched OPF Agent and scoured the net for info and analyses. As a former hit movie, plenty was out there.
'Oh yeah... I see an easy path here.'
I smirked and dove back into the playful world.
OPF agents usually worked solo, but dangerous ops got teams or partners.
Jenna and I weren't partners—just teamed for this mission. If I did nothing, she'd pair with canon protagonist Mr. A.
Not what I wanted.
I waited for Jenna in the HQ hallway. Spotting her, I closed in.
"Miss J. Need to talk."
"Talk? No idea what about, but I'm busy. Gotta interrogate that guy."
She didn't break stride.
"About Red Eye. Got killer intel on them personally."
"...Killer intel?"
"That lowlife won't crack. You know how tough they are."
"..."
Jenna stopped. I led her to an empty janitor's closet. It reeked musty.
"Coat's with Red Eye."
"...!!"
Her eyes widened.
Red Eye.
This world's evil organization—the boss I had to take down.
"No way. Lies."
Unfortunately, true. Revealed late in the movie.
"For real. Check Coat's PC—you'll see. And he's planning to off the captured Red Eye grunt soon. Then you'll have to admit he's a traitor."
"...If Coat's a traitor, why tell me?"
"Reporting up takes time. And if he's nabbed, Red Eye goes dark."
"...S. What do you want from me?"
Footsteps passed. We locked eyes in silence.
"J. Be my partner. Solo's getting tough."
"Sorry, not into partnering. I'll let the Coat thing slide—no stealing credit."
She turned to leave. I grabbed her shoulder.
"J. Not done. I know a Red Eye base. Could lead to their boss."
She froze.
Jenna joined OPF because of Red Eye. As a kid, her cop parents were killed by them. Revenge on Red Eye—especially their boss—was her endgame.
"...Where?"
"Tell you now, you'll go solo. Come with. Be my partner."
She pondered, then:
"Fine. Your partner. But if your info's fake, you're done."
"Won't be. Oh, can't go now—Coat can't know. Traitor, remember."
I grinned.
No more Mr. A for Jenna.
Time passed.
Jenna and I tackled missions as partners.
Caught a drug lord fleeing to Mexico, tailed a serial killer. Tracked alien traces, explored hidden underground caves. Mysteries were OPF Agent fare too.
Facing dangers together closed the distance between us. More than colleagues, less than lovers.
Dozing in an empty HQ break room chair, the door opened. Jenna strode in, flushed with excitement.
"Auditor dispatched from above. Coat's hands are tied. Our chance, like you said!"
The captured Red Eye grunt had died as predicted—ruled suicide, but higher-ups sent an auditor.
'Just like the movie.'
In the film, sans me, Jenna still nabbed the grunt.
I shot up from the chair.
"Our move."
"Spill. Where's the base?"
"Canada."