It’s a Villain， but People Like It 137

Chapter 137 – #138 Return of the Terrorist

#138 Return of the Terrorist

Fluffy-!

“Prisoner number 1027. It’s a meal.”

“Oh! Bob!”

When the meal came in through a small gap in the door, the man who was confined in a small solitary cell took the plate with pleasure.

The plate consisted of hard bread that would break your head if you hit it, pale soup that you couldn’t tell what was in it, and a sour-tasting salad, but the man said it was delicious and ate it up.

“I’m sorry… I want to eat more.”

Maybe he doesn’t shave often, but his chin was thick with beard that reached down to his collarbone, but the man ate the soup with his hand, as if he didn’t like the soup on his beard.

There are several prisons in the Dark City, but this man is staying in [South Prison], The most notorious prison for criminals.

There are many reasons why South Prison has become notorious, but the most crucial reason is that it is an exclusive concentration camp for villains.

Since the villains have superpowers, they were absolutely impossible to control in ordinary ways.

So, in Dark City, once you enter the South Prison with a huge budget, you can never come out until the end of your sentence.

State-of-the-art unmanned surveillance systems developed by Sanctuary are installed throughout the prison, so if even a footstep is out of the designated range, a laser will immediately fly in and pierce the body.

Also, the villains always had to wear restraints on their necks, wrists and ankles.

When using psychic powers, the restraint ball automatically detects the use of psychic powers and has the ability to explode.

In addition, this place is surrounded by the sea on three sides, where heroes take turns resident and stand guard, making it virtually impossible to escape.

Even if you were lucky to escape by jumping into the sea, the sea was the domain of marine monsters.

The marine monsters were not merciful enough to leave intruders in their territory alone.

Thanks to the enormous amount of manpower and budget, no villain has ever succeeded in breaking out of South Prison.

“Ghm… I’m hungry…

The man, who was hungry even after eating a small meal, began to lick the plate. And I was able to confirm the phrase written on the location of the soup.

-It’s about time, comrade.-

“At last.”

The man who checked the phrase, Wikaido Binden, continued to lick the plate with a smile. Until the phrase disappears.

*****

That night, one of the prison guards brought someone to Binden’s solitary cell.

“Now comrade.”

“Thank you, comrade. And have a hard time, comrade.”

“The word of the stars. Please spread the word of God, comrade.”

“Of course, comrade.”

The man brought by the prison guards looks exactly like Vinden. From the curvy and shaggy face to the thick beard.

Starting today, this man will serve the remainder of his sentence as prisoner number 1027 in place of Vinden.

As the man went into solitary confinement, Binden followed the prison guards. Surveillance cameras were installed everywhere, but they were all turned off.

After confirming that all surveillance cameras were turned off, Binden looked at the guards walking ahead with thrilled eyes.

‘This man is the fruit of the 203 project!’

The most difficult thing for terrorist organizations was the supply and demand of human resources.

I had to be constantly brainwashed and had to make only the omnipotent God exist in my head. It was quite difficult to nurture fanatics who would only follow the word of God.

The easiest way is to abduct children who have not yet established themselves properly, brainwash them and educate them until they become adults, but this is time consuming and costly.

In addition, even if you train hard enough to become an adult, most of them will die in the first operation or be arrested by the hero.

Talents cultivated over a long period of time can only be used once.

So, in the terrorist organization, we thought a lot about how to properly use our talents, and we carried out many projects accordingly.

One of them was the man in front of Vinden.

The 203 Project was an operation to put members of the gang into the notorious South Prison, where villains are confined.

Most of the gang members arrested during the operation were imprisoned in the South Prison, so the gang members were employed under the guise of prison guards there, and the gang members were recycled through prisoner replacement in the same way as now.

Of course, the 203 project was no easy task.

This is because the prison guard at South Prison is a former and current hero. In other words, I had to disguise myself as a hero as a real member of the organization.

It has been 10 years since the 203 project was carried out, and it has finally come to fruition.

“First, wash, shave your head, and shave, comrade.”

“I see, comrade.”

Binden, who followed the guards to his room, cut his hair and beard using a barricade and a razor. Then the shaggy man disappeared and a man with a clean impression appeared.

His hair and beard were good camouflage.

Clap-! Clap-! Clap-!

After the haircut and shaving, the prison guard released the restraints installed on Binden’s neck. And he gave him new clothes.

“Follow me comrade.”

“Your comrade.”

The prison guard went out of the prison with Binden, who became a new person. No one noticed that the prisoner had changed.

*****

I took the cash, gold bars, and jewelry I had been storing in the safe and headed to the Hero Bank in District 7.

“Hmm. That’s the Hero Association.”

Looking at the Hero Association located opposite the Hero Bank, I admired its majestic appearance.

“Most of them are the ones who were beaten by me.”

A large electronic display board was installed in the association building, and the S-class heroes that the Hero Association boasted alternately appeared on it.

Among them, the White Knights, the Genifiers, and the Tough Guys were the ones beaten by me. Fuck you guys.

“Welcome… Ehh?”

When I entered the Hero Bank, the guard at the entrance greeted me with a puzzled expression.

“Huh? That person over there…”

“Oh, that’s not true. The Hero Association is nearby…”

Other people who found me were also whispering.

“Hmm.”

Did you think you should have taken off your mask?

With nothing to bow down to, I proudly came to the Hero Bank dressed in steel armor. Maybe that’s why people looked at me with long faces.

“Do I need to take a number ticket?”

“Yes? Ah, yes…”

Tiff-!

I took a numbered ticket, sat down, and waited for my number to come out. Then people let out a sigh of relief.

“Look at that. It’s not.”

“I see. If it was a real steel armor, would the guards just let it go?”

It wasn’t long before people turned their attention away from me, and I passed the time looking at magazines. There are so many people because it is Tsuba weekend.

Tuk-tuk-!

“Huh?”

Someone slapped my forearm, so I looked to the side and there was a little boy with a nasal drip on his nose and looking up at me.

“Mister Mister Mister.”

“Why?”

“Are you a bad person?”

“Me? Why am I a bad person?”

“Excuse me.”

The little boy pointed to the wall. There were villain wanted letters attached, and mine was among them.

“Heh! Yes, I am Steel Armor! Kwang!”

Hee hee!”

As he opened his arms and said playfully, the little boy burst into laughter as if he was having fun.

“Look at me. I’m just a cosplayer.”

“I see. There’s no way Steel Armor will end up in the Hero Bank.”

People who had been looking at me wondering if I was playing with a child soon started laughing and whispering.

“Mother. Can I play with him for a while?”

“Yes? Oh, yes.”

“Come here little boy.”

Since there was still a long way to go before my number came out, I decided to play with the little boy to ease my boredom.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Alex! But I’m not a kid?”

“Really? Are you a grown-up if you’re not a kid?”

“Ugh! I’m mom’s bodyguard!”

“You know what the term ‘all~ bodyguard’ means? Alex is not a kid, he’s an adult. He’s cool!”

Hee hee!”

Alex laughed bashfully as if he was happy with my compliment. I took a tissue from my inside pocket and wiped the mucus dripping down Alex’s nose.

“Adults shouldn’t be wearing something like this. Make fun of me as a kid. Come on!”

“Huhhhhh!”

“…”

The toilet paper was covered in mucus. What a runny nose… Isn’t this guy a real adult?

“Alex, if you were an adult, would you listen to your mother?”

“Ooh! I listen to my mother!”

“Okay? Shall I ask? Mother. Does Alex listen to you?”

Then the woman who was looking at me and Alex with her happy face said with a new look.

“No. I don’t listen. Even if I told you not to eat candy at night, I secretly ate candy and my teeth rotted. So when I went to the dentist, I cried so hard that I didn’t want to go, right?”

“Oh no?! Really Alex?!”

“That, that’s…”

“Oh my God! At night, he ate candy without Mom’s knowledge, and cried loudly because he didn’t want to go to the dentist! Alex was not an adult, but a kid, right?”

But I don’t like going to the dentist either. It’s fucking scary there. In my mouth, wheeeeeing! It’s a street scared of dogs

“No! I’m an adult!”

“Okay? Then what should Alex do next?”

“Ugh… I have to go to the dentist without eating candy at night…”

“Right? And from now on, you have to listen to your mother. You have to study hard. Can you make a promise to me?”

“Yes!”

“Ohhh! You made an appointment right away! Alex, you’re a real man. Cool!”

Hee hee!”

Alex laughed bashfully at my praise. After she played with Alex, it was Alex’s mother’s turn and I played with Alex until she finished her work.

“Thanks for playing with Alex. Let’s go Alex.”

“Ugh! Hello Mr. Ajo~”

“Goodbye Alex.”

She waved to Alex as her mother held her hand and walked out. He’s a cute kid

“But when will it be my turn?”

Tsuba is still far away.

*****

After waiting another 30 minutes, it was my turn.

“I’d like to keep some of this.”

I handed the bag containing cash, gold bars and jewels to the bank teller.

“You want to keep it? Can you tell me your name?”

“Steel armor.”

“Yes?”

“Steel armor.”

“…?”

“…?”

The bank teller looked at me with a bewildered face. So I also looked at the bank clerk with a puzzled face. What? Can’t you understand Korean?

“That… Name is ‘Steel Armor’… Poetry?”

“Yes.”

“Uh… Yes, wait a minute?”

The bank teller searched the computer for something to check. And told me

“Um… It’s not registered under the name Steel Armor?”

“It will.”

“Yes?”

“Because I’m kidding. Could you try searching for Fabre Nobre?”

Fabre Nobre.

I asked Jungbo to use Hero Bank, so I asked him to find an identity that could hide my identity among the customers registered at the bank, and he brought the identity of Fabre Nobre.

“Haha… Yes, I understand.”

As if my joke was not funny, the bank clerk put on a puzzled expression and started searching by the name I said.

The expression on the employee’s face is like that of a subordinate who has no choice but to laugh and clap when the company manager makes a gag.

“But can I change the name to Steel Armor? I’ll be renaming it soon.”

“…I’m sorry, but if you haven’t changed your name yet, in principle, you can’t change your name. Would you like to come back after changing your name?”

“Shit…”

It doesn’t work.

“Yes, it has been confirmed. The item to be entrusted with… Oh my God.”

The bank clerk’s eyes widened when he opened my bag. If you could cash out everything in your bag, it would be $5 million. The gold bar alone was 50 kg.

“Would you like to come this way?”

“Ahem. Yes. Please guide me.”

After confirming that the bank clerk’s eyes had changed as he looked at me, I cleared my throat and followed the clerk with a condescending sigh. The bank employee led me to the VIP room.

“Could you wait here for a minute?”

“I see. Oh, can you get me some cocoa?”

“Yes? Oh, yes, I understand.”

Cocoa is, after all, bank cocoa.

If you drink it, your farts will be terribly painful.

*****

“…”

“…”

A group of men entered the Hero Bank as Steel Armor followed the bank employee into the VIP room.