Chapter 54
Chapter 54
Chapter 054 of the Black-Haired Investor Awakening as a Superhuman
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Deep State.
The center of power that moves unofficially and secretly.
Often called the shadow government.
They do not reveal themselves on the surface.
But they are the ones who exert decisive influence behind the scenes, beyond the official governing structure of the state.
Politics, economy, and even war are triggered and ended according to their intentions.
While tracking Kyle Huntington, the CEO of Lucrezia Partners, I was able to glimpse a part of this vast network of power that had spread to England.
It wasn't that surprising.
When you think of the Deep State, it's easy to think of a grand conspiracy or a secret organization, but these 'unofficial networks' are common in our daily lives.
On my side alone, the ten groups participating in AlphaMind Fund are forming a network.
Even if you look into a kindergarten.
Little kids flock together and create subtle factions, and one or two 'little bosses' dominate the overall atmosphere.
The Deep State is everywhere.
It's just a matter of scale.
So when I found out that the Huntington family was the backbone of moving England.
I wasn't that surprised. There were already many stories about the Huntington family circulating in the industry.
However, what shocked me was that the absurd assumption that I had been denying myself had actually come to pass before my eyes.
Kyle Huntington.
That psycho harbored real malice in the opposite position with the losses he made in the investment market.
He's not normal.
"Huntington. Are those people going to invest?"
It would be a good thing, so she was asking why I was so wary.
Mom interrupted my explanation of the Deep State.
Not this side, but suddenly that far side. Mentioning the power structure of England would seem even more absurd.
"No. It's not an investment. Don't be surprised. Those people are investigating me. And the reason is..."
Even thinking about it again, I was so dumbfounded that I was momentarily speechless.
"Investigating? Investigating?"
"Yeah."
"Why on earth... why would those people investigate our son?"
"I hit the Jackpot in this oil minus crisis. They were on the opposite side of my position."
Mom frowned as if she couldn't understand. Her expression seemed to be asking, so what?
That's right.
This is a normal person's reaction and thinking.
"They lost a lot and went bankrupt. A Family Office flew away. I would accept it if they were investigating to find a reason to blame me. But it's not."
Mom's eyes widened again at the word investigation.
I stated definitively to her.
"I think they just want to retaliate."
Again, Mom couldn't understand.
"Just?"
"Yeah. Just."
* * *
I didn't want to hide anything from Mom.
As comrades who had overcome many difficulties together, she had the right to know and prepare for the threats we faced as they were.
However, as far as Red Montage was concerned, it was ultimately a matter of explaining 'my computer skills that were able to fend off attacks from the infamous hacker group.'
That eventually led to the current situation entangled with the Hangi Spirit.
So I only embellished the events that had happened with Red Montage.
While slowly and in detail telling the past events, Mom never interrupted me.
After the long story finally ended.
"I've never heard such a crazy story in my life. What kind of psycho is that?"
"I learned again this time that there are all kinds of people."
While agreeing with her, I felt relieved inside.
Mom was the same as me.
Mom was more angry than worried.
Perhaps the power families of England were not as frightening to Mom as those things.
Rather, things that are not alive—
Things that exist but are not visible would be more frightening.
Mom was only worried about that. Ever since Grandfather passed away.
Whether I was suffering from hypothermia and fever again.
Whether I was spouting delirious nonsense.
Those threats...
At least the Huntington family members are visible.
Mom asked again.
"They're not just trying to find a weakness, are they?"
"If that was all, I wouldn't have even brought it up. I've heard from my industry sources and investigated everything. That's the conclusion I came to. That guy is really capable of harming us."
Economically, physically, or whatever.
I didn't want to tell her specifically about all the criminal cases he was involved in.
It wasn't that I couldn't if Mom wanted to.
But I thought I had already vividly conveyed the situation we were in.
"So, what I'm saying is. Let's take care of our safety first. Mom..."
It was time to say what I really wanted to say.
"Would you like to go to Korea for a while? It won't take long."
* * *
John F. Kennedy International Airport
The check-in clerk carefully checked the PCR negative confirmation.
"The gate is B24. Boarding will begin 2 hours before the flight departure, and you must keep your mask on inside the aircraft."
I followed the clerk's instructions. Finally, I was able to put Mom's carrier onto the conveyor belt.
Even after checking in, I didn't feel at ease.
The reality that I had to send Mom to Korea, which was more of a mess with COVID-19 than here, because of one unimaginable psycho, was driving me crazy.
And then I heard this again.
"China... virus..."
My head turned sharply, nervously.
It was the conversation of people whispering about us. They were standing on the side of the check-in booth, separated by the belt barrier.
Among them, a middle-aged black man glared at me and muttered again.
"Go back to your country."
Crack!―
Height is 188cm.
Weight is about 95kg.
A physically well-trained body. Especially the shoulders are broad and the arm muscles are prominent.
However, judging from the slightly sagging line in the abdomen, the amount of exercise has likely decreased in recent years. Probably between the late 40s and early 50s.
Loose jeans and a simple black leather jacket.
Shafter & Walker is a brand favored by the middle class in Brooklyn. An old Tag Heuer watch on the right wrist.
Eyes, posture, even the movement of the arms.
He looks like a police officer or someone in that line of work.
Crackle!―
As if my head was being wrapped in electricity, my head was already full of scenarios to subdue that man.
Especially considering that the angle of the opponent's left knee and ankle is slightly unnatural, there is a high probability of an old injury or chronic arthritis.
If he rushes at me first, I will evade the attack and take a tackle position.
One hand firmly fixes the back of the opponent's left knee, and the other hand obliquely pushes the waist to break the balance.
However, considering the opponent's physical abilities.
The upper body strength should not be underestimated.
At the same time as knocking him down, quickly wrapping the neck with the right arm and pulling it back will render the upper body helpless.
Finish by locking one leg to block further counterattacks. End.
'Try attacking if you dare. Who knows who will lose?'
Having checked the location of the CCTV, I was fully prepared.
But then, Mom's voice came in.
"Let's go. Why bother with someone like that."
The fighting scenarios that had been calculated countless times in my head, and the fighting videos that were being played back perfectly to fit the current situation, scattered in an instant.
Mom grabbed my arm and poured out a word to the black man.
"We're not Chinese, We're American."
Then, after a little hesitation, she added.
"...From Korea!"
* * *
It's not a remote rural town in Texas, but in the middle of New York's JFK Airport.
Before I knew it, I had no choice but to add 'From'.
The very situation where that word had to come out of Mom's mouth was already racism.
But the sudden COVID-19 situation has made this kind of discrimination a natural occurrence.
The second reason I decided to send Mom to Korea was this.
Even if you wear a mask, you can't hide your skin color.
And cowardly, this Asian hate is directed at 'easy targets' like Mom, not strong men like me.
Even though Mom doesn't complain to me, elderly Asian women are experiencing hate and discrimination every day.
I had been worried about watching the increasing number of hate crimes through the news.
Those worries ended in an instant with the appearance of the psycho named Kyle Huntington.
So now Mom was holding a KE082 flight ticket in her hand.
A direct flight from New York JFK Airport to Incheon International Airport in Korea.
Departure time is PM 12:00.
The seat is first class, which is the first time in our Mom's life.
It was one of the small considerations that contained my apologetic feelings.
"Mom is not uncomfortable even in economy. Really-"
Mom brought up the story that had been interrupted by the quarrel earlier.
Again, I just smiled and nodded.
But it was definitely true that my nerves were more sensitive than usual.
I wouldn't have cared if I was alone.
'To even think about fighting with someone even in a place with Mom?'
It seemed like my head was full of thoughts of fighting Kyle Huntington.
I had decided not to repeat the mistake of knocking down someone from the Trump re-election campaign last time...
It was similar this time.
Perhaps it was because my brain was soaked in all the violent videos I had been watching whenever I had the chance.
It wasn't just UFC highlights or martial arts lectures like kickboxing and jujutsu.
More practical videos.
Darker videos that aren't on YouTube―
There were quite a few places on the Dark Web that collected such videos.
Gang wars, drug cartel executions, and even actual special forces operation videos.
There was even a close combat video of Delta Force special forces targeting the ISIL leadership in the Battle of Mosul in 2017.
There was also a firefight video of the Green Berets in Kandahar, Afghanistan.
Assuming the worst-case scenario, I had absorbed even those videos without discrimination. As a result, I was able to fill my brain with the information I wanted.
Skills to survive in combat, how to deal with various threats.
But I also discovered side effects reminiscent of PTSD, like just now.
Just as soldiers returning from the battlefield immediately return to the old battle situation and cause incidents even with small stimuli in everyday life, my thinking also reacted excessively to the quarrel just now.
I said as I walked with Mom.
"Sorry. Was I too sensitive?"
Mom chuckled.
"Like mother, like son. Your personality won't go anywhere."
Ah. It wasn't a side effect, it was just my personality.
Maybe so.
The three years I spent at Goldman Sachs had suppressed me a lot.
But before that, I was also called a psycho.
Kyle Huntington, he picked the wrong opponent.