Kill the Queen 35

Chapter 35 - 3. Saxony's Great Leader (5)

Although the tyranny of this country's leader has gone too far, it's not so far-fetched that civilians can afford firearms. Well, for an organization that runs such a huge casino, it wouldn't be strange if they smuggled guns, but they looked down on me and all they did was grab a few knives.


"Joe!"


Three guys jumped out from the left side of the overgrown bushes. I think one guy was the one I shot, judging from the fact that the front of his jacket was frayed like a rag.


Is it a bulletproof vest? Performance is good for that.


I stepped back at the same time as I fired a shotgun at the rice cake stick that came closest. Even in the midst of an urgent battle, he concentrated his mind to lead the situation to his advantage. One of the norms I've learned since coming to this world is to be suspicious of magic.


Anytime, anywhere!


I aimed my gun at the guy approaching to stab him in the stomach with a dagger, and looked at the flow of magic around me to infer the truth. The guys hiding behind the tree on the right belatedly kicked the ground and fired bullets with the judge.


Bang! Bang! Bang!


The fearless thugs attack the beasts. Even when they get shot in the belly, they only hesitate for a moment, but get up again. I hit the face of a relatively easy-going guy from close range with all my might.


Puck! I threw my body over with a sound, and when I heard a rattling sound, I grasped the whole situation. These bastards put iron plates under their clothes and applied shock-absorbing magic to them. Like the wind magic I used to use often.


"Hey, you put an iron plate on your stomach."


"...... !"


"Did you just believe in that one thing?"


The guys who had been growling as if they were going to eat me just a little while ago stopped. No matter how violent the trash is, you don't want the target to go back to you. Moreover, speaking as someone who has been hit, this shotgun is so painful that you really want to look for it the moment it hits you.


"You bastards who don't want their heads blown off, put the knives on the floor."


The thugs who are full of fear keep an eye on them. I point the gun at Yannick, who stands stiff in front of me to help them decide.


"I don't speak twice."


It's not that I'll shoot you if you don't put it down. I was going to shoot this bastard, so I was told to make a wise decision after seeing him in pain. I shot Yannick's right hand without hesitation.


Bang!


Red flesh and bone fragments splattered. In the midst of the bloodshed, the man with a distorted expression grabbed his wrist and brought him to his knees. Then the surroundings screamed as they left.


"Haha, haha, haha!"


Hemorrhage and screaming create an effect that makes even the most relentless gangster cringe. It's like Yannick right now, but their bowls are at best gatekeepers, so they weren't vicious and bold like Beatrix, whom I suffered every day, as well as the bodyguards under her command.


"Put down the knife."


My blunt threat was only effective after I brought the gun to the head of the guy I had beaten earlier, besides Yannick. The thugs, who put their shiny blades down one by one on the flat floor, raised both of their hands above his head to announce his surrender.


"Jerk the."


I checked the ammunition I was carrying and reloaded the gun. Yannick, who had been screaming until just now, had been trained on how to deal with injuries, tore off his clothes like a bandage and applied pressure to the torn part.


"Kuuuuu...... !"


Being riddled with pretense, the guy who used to wear a mask completely collapses. Whether it be tears or a runny nose, he squeezes out all of them and gives first aid in the desire to live.


I almost felt sympathy as I watched him quietly, but my expression distorted as I remembered the group he belonged to and their atrocities.


Yes, these people are evil. It is the garbage that held hostage the families of Feininger, Heinz, and Rosenkrantz, as well as the undercover members of the Army Intelligence Department.


"Hey, Yannick."


There is nothing to look at for recognition. If I had been defeated in the fight that just happened, they would have eaten me. Let's not commit mistakes such as non-killing or mercy in the name of respecting goodwill.


"I have a few questions for you, but I hope you will answer them honestly."


I brought the muzzle to Yannick's back of the head and tapped it.


"First of all, the most important thing. Where did you hide Adele Schneider?"


"You bastard, you dare to know who we are...... !"


One of the best things about a snap, pump-action shotgun is that the sound of this loading makes it a great threat.


"Gee, it's going to hurt terribly, but you talk well."


"We are the Brotherhood of Saxony! I don't know if it was a dog clap anywhere, but you made a very big mistake!"


"What the......."


"Who do you think the 11 organizations ruling the streets serve? It's not just our brotherhood, it's a big mistake to think that the masters who rule the night of Brullin will run rampant like you because they can't get rid of even one insignificant fly!"


The eleven organizations that rule Saxony. This neighborhood seems to be structured like that. What would be left in a world without honor or ethics? It's nothing but useless money.


"In the end, you are destined to end your life in that poop!"


The squealing voice was very unpleasant to hear. The content only made me laugh, so it didn't seem worth listening to anymore. I took the gun to his left hand and pulled the trigger.


Bang!


Once again, reddish flesh and bone fragments scattered in the air. Blood gushed high into the sky, and Yannick, who was sweating cold, had a seizure while biting into crab foam.


"Hey."


Still, it's pretty good. It would be no strange pain even if she passed out as it is, but the way she clings to her consciousness even in an ugly way makes me feel her own spirit.


"So where is Adele?"


"Kkeuk, kkeuheu!"


"It doesn't matter if it's Saxony's brotherhood or sisterhood. I'm here to see Adele Schneider. The purpose is to find out what you bastards are decorating by putting frakchi in the official residence."


"You will definitely regret it...... !"


I've already done a lot. My beloved wife and daughter could not be revived even with this opportunity given to me. That was a little further back on March 13, 1942. On top of that, since the first death, when I put a bullet through the head, I lost Otto and Adele and couldn't protect Frieda.


What do you think is the reason I invaded this place single-handedly without waking up the sleeping Elizabeth? It's to avoid making things you'll regret any more. I know that I will regret countless times even if I make this resolution, but it is an expression of my will to at least set my mind right.


I kill Beatrix Adler. In the process, I will admit my own vices and borrow the strength of my friends and comrades. But that doesn't mean I'm leaving my work to them!


"If you don't know, tell your boss at least. If this happened, just build a bargaining board. Even if it wasn't Adele's problem anyway, I had to see her face."


"Ku-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k? I don't know what he's doing, but you'll have to sacrifice the lives of all the people you love to face him!"


"Okay, okay, blow where is this place and where is your proud boss? Unlike you, I don't let you get caught up in it. Just put it in the back of your head and pull the trigger."


Yannick pointed the tip of his chin into his abandoned mansion. I expected it to some extent, but that building must have been the base of the attackers, including that guy. Well, whether you're murdering or subduing and then torturing, it's better to have a clean place to clean up.


"Thank you. Have mercy."


I retracted my gun and recited an incantation as if talking to myself. As if I had endowed my body with wind, I started sparks from my fingertips, and I bounced them into the thick bushes around me, creating a bright fire.


"You can't even do proper first aid with that arm, right? I'll tell your friends to go, so try hard until you get there. If you don't want to die of blood loss."


"...... !"


"Good job."


In dry weather like this, the fire is transferred well. In the garden of flames that spread terrifyingly during our conversation, I left Yannick with a frustrated look on his face and indifferently crossed the threshold.


If you really want to live, you will overcome it. Even the pain of burning my raw flesh with fire.





* * *




The inside of the mansion, covered in pitch black darkness, was eerie. Darkness, which can't be seen even an inch ahead, has the power to make people feel intimidated at any time, so I grabbed the shotgun in my hand and took each step carefully.


Don't be afraid, Seo Jeong-woo.


There are no traps where there is no light. I don't know if it was turned off, but isn't it a place where there are no lights at all. At least there is room to suspect an ambush, but if that's the case, we're both wandering in the dark. Shake off the fear in your heart and face your enemies resolutely.


Kikkik, Kikkik.


The floor of the abandoned house was made of wooden planks. Every time I took a step forward, the noise I made was very annoying. Fortunately, though, I was able to rely on the lights streaming in from here and there through the windows, as if the fire I had set before entering had spread properly.


A rope coiled around an old motif. Regardless of the ceiling or floor, every nook and cranny is a cobweb woven with a pure white net. Remnants of statues and statues, presumably used as ornaments. To the subtle noises and irreverent murmurs.


It was a difficult place to be sober. To be honest, I didn't want to stay. Quietly catching my breath, I found the stairs at the end and went forward. The stairs leading to the basement were very deep, just like Yannick had brought me down this street, but fortunately they were coated with luminescent paint to keep me from tripping.


"...... !"


I think it was when I went down the height of about 10 stories. The guide of luminous paint, the only one I relied on, was over. Finally, in front of me was a large iron door, a mechanism to open it, and a faint white light leaking through the gap in the door.


The device looked simple at first glance, but it was surprisingly complex. I thought about piercing it with a gun because it seemed like I just had to unlock it, but it wasn't easy. The thickness of the iron gate was no less than the armor of a decent tank.


"Fuck, how did you open it?"


“The door is supposed to open from the inside.”


"...... Miss Schneider?"


Startled by the sudden voice, I turned around. After coming down the stairs, there was nothing to rely on other than the white light between the iron doors, so I didn't know, but this unknown place was huge, like an indoor plaza.


"Why did you come here, Jungwoo?"


The voice that penetrated the darkness quietly stopped somewhere in front of me. From the title to the accent to the voice, it is definitely Adele Schneider's. I raised the shotgun I was holding over my shoulder so that I could point it forward at any time.


"I came to see you."


"Go back. As of today, I have decided to quit my job as an employee at the official residence."


"Why, because Adele Schneider is a traitor who colluded with the Brotherhood of Saxony?"


A heavy breath is heard. Be used to. So it's not trivial I went to where I heard her voice. Then Papababat! I couldn't stand the glare from the bright lights that came on without warning from all sides and stumbled.


"Kuh, what is this all of a sudden!"


And the scene that followed was appalling.


"...... As for the ball, I didn't want to show this kind of ugliness."


When I regained my sight, I faced a glass wall blocking the two spaces. Beyond that, the image of Adele Schneider, a woman with many young men. Her white eyes staring at me calmly with her hands folded in front of her in the uniform of an employee of the official residence!


"Now that it has come to this, let me introduce it."


A black-haired man with an impressive beard stepped forward from among Adele's men through the transparent glass wall.


"This is the Brotherhood of Saxony, Mr. Hans in charge of its leader."


"Hans Schneider. It's a pity I can't afford a handshake."


"And you know, I, Adele Schneider, will greet you properly again."


Then it was her turn. Adele, who lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, put her words into her mouth that she had never thought of.


"I am Adele Schneider, a slave who has sworn obedience to the master of the streets of Saxony."