It’s a Villain， but People Like It 470

Chapter 470 – #471 There’s a Tunnel Under My House?

#471 Is there a tunnel under my house?

“Hmm.”

After forming a temporary alliance with the president of the Valencia Association, I was lost in thought. Of course, what I was thinking of was the White Night.

“Why on earth is this bastard spreading that stuff?”

It’s nice to meet you and give it to me. It’s because it explodes. White Night was a successful life in which he acquired all wealth and honor at a young age.

I couldn’t understand at all why a guy who lacked nothing and had nothing to regret was spreading terrible things like tentacles.

What a great reason, why did a hero join hands with a villain who is no different from an enemy, and also called the worst villain, the Shadow Killer?

So far, there is no evidence that the White Knight and the Shadow Killer have joined hands. However, there is no physical evidence, and I am convinced that the two bastards held hands.

Without the help of the Shadow Killer, it would be impossible for a kid like the White Knight to escape my and the Sanctuary’s surveillance network.

“Oh, did you go outside?”

It’s certainly possible to escape the surveillance of me and the Sanctuary Corps intelligence team if I’m out of the Dark City, that is, into the land of monsters.

“No, that’s not it.”

There was no way that Sannim, who had lived in the Dark City all his life, would go out without fear. Of course, it’s not completely impossible, but in that case, it’s hard for him to work in the Dark City.

Left the shadow killer behind the scenes and went out?

That didn’t even make sense.

How can you trust a bastard like the Shadow Killer?

If I were a White Knight, I would never believe in the Shadow Killer. He is a crazy psychopath with real personality. He’d rather take care of things by himself than trust a bastard like that.

“Even though we know about Shadow Killer well, we join hands… If that’s the case, then the two have a common purpose enough to forget the grudge and join hands…”

Why can’t these two hold hands?

“… Me?”

No matter how much I thought about the current situation, I was the only one.

The Shadow Killer went through the humiliation of being torn in half by me, and the organization disintegrated because that wasn’t enough. Most of his subordinates died at my hands.

It was the same with White Night. It’s just that he wasn’t torn, and he burst out whenever he met me.

‘Why! Can’t I kill you? I want to beat you like crazy! I want to kill you like crazy!’

When I got the host, I remembered what the guy who was giving me away said. His eyes, burning with anger, contained frustration and despair about the wall he couldn’t overcome.

With that level of anger, hatred, frustration, and despair, it was enough to join hands with the Shadow Killer in order to kill me.

“Huh… Then what? Could it be that the two of you really joined hands because of me?”

I just laughed out of embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh… Geniuses always have envy and jealousy. Do you think so too, Riel?”

“Haung… Neeng… Haang…”

I asked the dark lady who was eagerly sucking my cock under the desk. Then she put her cock in her mouth and nodded her head. Hehe. It was a strange sight that was truly pleasing to the eye.

She reached down and unbuttoned her buttons. She put her hand through her gaping front island and gripped her soft breasts tightly. It was a really great chest.

“Lea, please do Paisley.”

“Puha… Your master.”

The Dark Lady sandwiched my cock between her voluptuous tits. My cock was buried between my big, soft breasts.

“Hah…”

She rubbed her breasts between her sides, while lowering her head, licking her protruding glans.

“Ah… It’s really good.”

It was soft and moist and gave the best impression.

‘But I can’t stay still, can I?’

The strongest hero and the worst villain joined hands. A catastrophe will surely happen.

If you sit still, you will be helpless, so you should prepare in advance.

*****

“Intercessor.”

“Yes boss.”

“Let’s make one of our shelters.”

“Yes? Shelter?”

“Huh.”

At my command, the intercessor looked at me as if it were absurd.

Shelter.

It means a shelter or shelter, which means a space where you can evacuate for safety in case of a natural disaster or emergency.

And in Dark City, it is mandatory to build at least one of these shelters in every building.

Natural disasters are also a problem, but the biggest problem was because of the villain.

Psychic power is a mysterious power that can save or kill people depending on how it is handled. However, most villains use this mysterious power more to kill people than to save them.

As a result, the Dark City City Council mandated the installation of shelters for the safety of citizens. In fact, thanks to the shelter, human casualties have been reduced.

However, it was not necessarily followed just because the human heart was a duty.

Building shelters is expensive. Because we have to endure superpowers, we have to use special materials, which are very expensive. For reference, the materials used here were used for the steel barrier surrounding the Dark City, so they weren’t usually expensive.

As a result, even if they build shelters, there are buildings that use cheap materials or don’t build them at all.

Civil servants go around to check if shelters have been built, but it was too much to go around all these wide areas, and moreover, there were many cases where they got paid and went over.

For reference, there is a properly built shelter in the basement of my house and hideout.

“Uh… I, the boss?”

“Why?”

“That… I don’t know the exact meaning of making a shelter, right?”

“No, if you make a shelter, you’re making it. What’s the exact meaning?”

I clicked my tongue as I saw Joong-bo making a dumbfounded expression. No, a shelter is a shelter. Is there another one?

“Are you saying we want to build a shelter in our hideout? If so, there’s no need to build one. The hideout already has a shelter.”

“No, not that.”

“Yes? Sure?”

“So… No. It’s probably faster to explain this in person. Go get a map of the Dark City.”

“Yes? Oh, yes. Hey! Go get me a map of the Dark City!”

“Yes!”

When I asked to bring a map, it was an intercessor who gave orders to his subordinates waiting outside the door. There was a hint of a mid-boss of the Skull Head team.

“Ol~ We’ve grown a lot, haven’t we?”

“Yes? Ahaha… This is all thanks to the boss.”

“Cancer! Thanks to me.”

As if embarrassed, Jungbo scratched the back of his head with a bright smile.

When I first founded Skull Head, mediation was nothing. It was just a sapper who acted quickly and got the middle boss position.

So, even in the early days of Skull Head, Joong-bo was a mid-boss and a dog who looked out for his subordinates.

However, the mediation that was like that has changed.

I cured his mother of an incurable disease and gifted him the Sanctuary Armor. After receiving grace and gaining strength, Joongbo became the real Skull Head mid-boss.

Seeing Joong-bo become more dignified, I was happy for no reason.

‘No, but thinking about it makes me feel bad?’

The joy did not last long.

‘You mean, this young bastard looks at me as if I’m absurd whenever I say something these days? It’s like you’re thinking, ‘What bullshit is this bastard talking about?’

If I said something, Joongbo looked at me with strange eyes. Sometimes she seemed to not even listen to me.

Even now. Didn’t she immediately react as if she was absurd when I asked to build a shelter?

‘The intercession is chewy. You have to catch me and beat me up sometime.’

If Jungbo is the middle boss, then I am the boss. I have to catch me sometime and discipline myself properly.

“Here it is.”

“Good job.”

Moments later, a tattoo idiot came with Dark City. The intercessor spread the map on my desk.

“Let’s see… My district is from here to here?”

“Yes Boss.”

“Hmmmm~ It’s terrifyingly wide~”

There were as many as 42 districts under my control. There are 144 districts in the Dark City, so over 30%.

But, of course, we shouldn’t be satisfied here.

I had to move diligently until all the remaining 102 districts were occupied.

“From now on, we’ll just make ‘one’ shelter.”

“Yes boss. Where should I build a shelter?”

“From here… To here.”

“… Yes?”

“I’m going to build a shelter that connects everything from here to here.”

As I pointed to the map, the mediator looked at me as if he had heard something strange.

“That… Boss?”

“Why?”

“So… Did you say ‘from here to here’?”

“Huh.”

“… Is that possible?”

The mediator asked me.

From here to here.

The idea was to build a large-scale shelter that ran through all 42 districts, from end to end, under my jurisdiction.

“Impossible? It’s Impossible. And Im is the Emperor’s surname, so I have to take it out. Then what remains is Possible, which means possible.”

“Yes?”

The mediator kept tilting his head as if he couldn’t understand my words.

Tsk tsk. You don’t know the Terran Emperor. Doesn’t that mean you haven’t even seen the legendary Samyeonbeong? Didn’t you know the legendary Samyeonbung who finished the game before the chicken he ordered before the game even arrived? Have you ever seen such a poor bastard?

Anyway, that’s not the point, pass.

“Money is what makes the impossible possible. Joongbo.”

“Uh…”

“Call the presidents of construction companies and tell them to build a shelter, no matter how much it costs.

“That… Boss. No matter how much I think about it…”

“Intercessor.”

“Yes boss.”

As I looked up, Joong-Bo corrected his posture.

“If it’s black, black. What are you talking about so much?”

“…”

“Answer.”

“Yes boss. ‘One!’ I will build it.”

It was a mediation that gave an accent to Hana.

Thus, the operation [There is a tunnel in the basement of my house?!] Was carried out to create a super-large shelter that virtually penetrates the entire Dark City.

*****

“Whoa…”

Entering the bathroom, Emily let out a sigh as if she was nervous. In her hand was something shaped like a stick.

“Ugh? Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Huh?! Oh, nothing!”

“Huh?”

Rachel tilted her head as she saw Emily, embarrassed, hurriedly hid what was in her hand behind her back.

“Mom, where are you sick?”

“No. Why is my mom sick? Since she’s fine, go and eat. I have to go to school.”

“Yeah… Mom.”

“Yes why?”

“If you’re sick, don’t hold back and go to the hospital. Or, no, should I ask you to help me?”

“… Hehe. Were you worried that my mother, Rachel, would get sick?”

“Huh…”

Rachel nodded her head with her sullen face. Seeing that, Emily smiled.

“Really, mom is fine, so don’t worry. If she gets sick, she’ll definitely go to the hospital, okay?”

“Yeah. Do I really have to go to the hospital, okay?”

“Okay. Promise.”

“Promise!”

“Hehe. Then go and eat, my cutie.”

“Huh!”

Rachel seemed to feel relieved when she hooked her little girl’s finger and made her promise, and Rachel smiled brightly and went to her kitchen. She ran

“… Ha.”

Sending her Rachel away, Emily sighed again. She then went into the bathroom with a determined expression on her face.

And after a while,

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Emily wept. Two lines were clearly drawn in the middle of the white object in her hand.

She instinctively put her hand on her own stomach.

Right here, a noble life was growing.