Chapter 481 – 481. Mafia 1
Leaving the Starcheva Mansion, it soars into the sky.
The mansion seen from high up was definitely majestic. It’s huge.
It’s a bit disappointing that it’s in ruins. It would be nice to live in a mansion like that.
No. It must be difficult to manage. Who on earth sweeps and cleans that large house? It’s impossible. It’s impossible.
According to what I remember reading earlier, the mafia patrolled irregularly.
What is surprising is that people here do not express that much disgust or dislike towards the mafia.
Rather, it feels like it is acknowledged to some extent? These guys think that it would be better if they could gain peace by giving a moderate amount of food.
Okay. It wouldn’t be a bad life if stealing food wasn’t harsh.
It’s not much different from fences or castles, right? What… Before the world collapsed, the concept of a country was the same as this.
The difference is in who takes care of your safety and how.
It’s a question of how cheaply, fairly, and safely we can protect it.
Moreover, the mafia is not a protective entity.
The nuance is a little different. Uh… To be precise, it can be seen as a suppressor.
Mafia guys aren’t police, right? They are not the ones who prevent accidents from happening.
The concept is like a punisher who will take revenge on those who asked for their protection if something happens to them.
They are so afraid that they cannot touch those under their protection.
Therefore, the mafia’s patrols were highly ostentatious.
They have no intention of hiding their presence. Guys who go around loud and flashy.
So it won’t be difficult to find them. The problem is that the scope is too wide.
Because this isn’t the only neighborhood I go to.
One guy. I just need to find one guy. Then you can extract memories one by one. So I just need to find one… Where do I go to find it?
First, let’s go towards the city center.
Since food is being commandeered from the public, there is no need to live in the outskirts, right?
Besides, these guys are the ones who catch Gao in a difficult way, right? There’s no way I’m living a miserable, miserable life.
So, all you have to do is find the most luxurious and plausible place. Maybe they are there.
Arrive in downtown Istra and search the city using detection.
Quiet city. There is no pretense of popularity. Umm. It’s so quiet. It’s unexpected.
Well, I’ve just started looking for it, so I’ll have to search a little more. There is no need to be impatient.
After circling for a while, my clairvoyant caught something. A moving car. Oh, oh. It’s a person. I finally found someone.
A man in a car. Hey… Alone. Thank you.
Immediately follow the car.
It is difficult to stop the driver while he is driving without causing any damage, then read his memory and erase his memory so that nothing happened.
It’s better to just follow along and wait for it to get off.
The car drove for a while and entered a building. A place where three more presences can be felt.
This place is called an automobile repair shop. That’s what the sign says. That’s how it looks.
The man who parks the car goes inside and comes back out with another man to look around the car.
That’s interesting. My job as an auto mechanic is sustainable.
In fact, no matter how much skill has replaced most of our daily lives, something like that kind of car repair is impossible with skill.
But do you need to service your car? If you need it, wouldn’t it be quicker to find a new car in good condition?
Ah. I thought too much of my own convenience. I guess there are people who are attached to their cars.
I guess that guy is like that too. After saying something, a man came out of the repair shop, drove the car, and ordered it into the repair shop.
Umm. Will it take some time? I wish I had found this repair shop first.
The man driving the car is chatting happily next to the mechanic man.
Clairvoyance and clairvoyance are both good, but the problem is not being able to hear.
Why isn’t there a skill like eavesdropping? It’s nowhere to be found.
Even if you want to learn lip-reading, if you think about it, it probably won’t work for foreigners.
Interpreting is just translating words, not changing the shape of the mouth, right?
Anyway, there is no need for me to wait for those two. You can leave those two guys alone and check the other two people in the repair shop first, right?
I look towards the presence of the other two. An older woman who appears to be the mechanic’s wife, and a younger man.
Is it your son? Anyway, it looks like the young man is also a mechanic. He is wearing work clothes with grease stains.
Is there a lot of demand? That’s interesting. Do you ever need two mechanics?
Young man talking to older woman. I need to read the memory, but I can’t find the time.
Should I just ignore it and go read it? Okay. There is no need for me to look after their situation. What is the point of not killing?
That alone is enough recognition for me.
Just then, my son got up from his seat as if he had finished talking with his mother. Oh. Good. Good timing too.
A man going up to his room on the second floor. And the woman moving towards the kitchen.
Who should we start with? I guess the young man knows a lot, right?
I used Blink and Phase Out to enter the room first.
And as soon as the guy entered the room, he phased out and cast Nullification and Sleep. The guy falling to the floor.
Yikes. The sound was a little loud. Did you hear it from below?
Pause briefly, turn on detection, and listen below. Hmm. There is no reaction.
Read directly from memory. The keyword is mafia.
I know quite a bit. That’s surprising. It’s an unexpected harvest.
After reading the memories, I immediately used Phase Out and left the room.
He’s a guy who doesn’t really understand why he fell. But I’m not interested. Now, the guys at this garage don’t care.
Information obtained from the man’s memory. The man has been to a place that looks like a mafia hideout.
I remember going to pick up my car for repairs. You’re lucky. I feel like things are going smoothly.
The hideout was not far from here. I was able to bring the car and walk back.
If the distance had been far, it would have been difficult to find the memory even if it had been seen. I’m so glad.
Go straight up to the sky and guess where the man went.
Hmm. So I guess it’s over there. Let’s go. If you go, there will be a sign of something.
The mafia guys’ hideout was a luxury housing complex by the river.
Umm. This isn’t that central. What did you come here for? It’s fascinating.
As I went to the housing complex, I immediately felt a presence. When I looked with my clairvoyance, I could see that he looked like a mafia.
A close-shaven head, a large tattoo on his neck. Is that a spider? Is it a spider tattoo?
But what’s astounding is that he’s wearing denim overalls.
And that he is working in the field.
What do you want? What? Wasn’t food confiscated? Why are you farming?
Is what you get not enough? That’s interesting. Why are you doing that?
But this… Where have you seen this plant? This isn’t wheat or anything. This can’t be…
He’s alone anyway. He went right away and gave him invalids and sleep.
A guy who collapses. There is a presence nearby, but it is a bit far away. I stuck to it right away and quickly read the memory.
The keyword is hemp. And… As expected, I was right.
Okay. These guys. I’m growing hemp. So confidently.
Well, who can stop this? There is no one to say anything and no one to sanction.
The true identity of this guy was the mafia. And in the ruined world, the mafia was farming hemp.
It’s a drug after all. Okay. There’s no need to take care of everything, so it’s funny that you don’t do it.
These are the guys who did it even when the back office was huge, right? The world must be heaven now. So, this is how you farm yourself.
Still, these guys smoke weed instead of other drugs. They are nature-friendly babies.
What is it? Mass cancer… Cancer… Amphetamine? Well, anyway, there must be various drugs like that.
Is it because this is the easiest to obtain? Well, I don’t need to worry about that.
Anyway, I don’t have time to do this. Now that we have confirmed that it is a mafia, we need to collect information in earnest.
I read the memory again. The keyword this time is Igor.
I have no memories that come to mind. Then the next keyword is mafia.
Wow. There are too many. I don’t have time to read everything.
Anyway, let’s take a quick look. All you have to do is check that this is the hideout.
Anyway, the figures in front of me are all part of this guy’s group, right? Then there is no need for low-level people who are just farming.
Let’s find the one that looks a little taller.
I immediately shot and killed him. The coin is small, about 12,000.
Twelve thousand. Looks like you lived a good life. He’s a simple guy.
I immediately went to the place where I could feel the presence.
Luxury homes. Those guys scattered all over there.
The area that used to be a garden in a housing complex had already become a hemp field. A reasonable living space that provides both residence and convenience.
Hey. Awesome. Cool. Are drugs that good?
Those guys you can kill anyway. They started eating everything from the outskirts one by one.
When will we really notice?
As I read each memory and killed them, the knowledge I accumulated increased.
It’s a bit hectic because information from multiple people is mixed together, but it’s easier to understand.
Because it is possible to recall an event from a three-dimensional perspective.
The last time these guys did anything that resembled an intense battle was half a year ago.
After that, they spent the winter peacefully and are now secretly working on hemp farming.
Maybe that’s why there were only four or five skills at most.
Pathetic bastards. That’s all you can say, just enjoying the peace so leisurely?
The funny thing is that there were many who had growth skills and disease removal skills.
Hey. These guys are really into hemp cultivation. It almost feels sincere.
Well, with just one or two skills, you can have entertainment that you can enjoy for the rest of your life, so as long as you have enough food and no enemies, it wouldn’t have been a bad choice for these guys.
Moreover, if the entertainment makes you feel good and there are no aftereffects, it is worth investing in.
But I was too complacent. Anyway, you don’t think that an enemy will come from outside? They are really laid-back guys.
What would they do if they were a mafia?
To a guy like me who doesn’t know how scary it is, he just looks like a piece of shit with few skills.
Plural? Retribution? What are you going to do? Are you saying you know who I am and take revenge or revenge?
Anyway, everyone is trying to live too comfortably in this world. It’s a feeling I will never understand.
Everyone seems to have forgotten that they are riding on a running tiger. If you lose your grip on the back, it falls off and gets eaten.
I really don’t understand. Ugh. Stupid guys.
We killed them one by one starting from the outskirts, but the information we actually obtained was not very nutritious.
The more important the guy is, the more inside he is? Hmm. It seems like that. Or maybe they all don’t know about Igor.
Anyway, there are still about 30 more people left. Now I have to catch a few people and read their memories properly.
I don’t think anything will come out if you just read it superficially like this.
But these guys are so dull. You’ve already caught and killed more than twenty people, and you still haven’t noticed?
I’m so fucking lost. Cubs. Anyway, this is the problem for those who are tired of peace. You never know what might happen at any time, so you always have to be on edge.
I was quite worried because they said they were mafia, but these guys really don’t seem much different from gangsters.
What they do isn’t much different from Yeongcheol’s group at the supermarket. Ah. Still, that bastard Yeongcheol didn’t do hemp farming.
Killing one guy and taping the other guy was repeated. A task that is not very difficult.
It feels like simple hard work. It’s not much different from something like ’30 horned mushrooms’ in games.
There is no danger or difficulty. The annoying task of using your skills to kill each mob one by one.
Now, the remaining ones are about ten people in three houses.
The strange thing is that there were no women here where these guys lived.
What? Isn’t it normal for these guys to capture women and rape them profusely?
Why aren’t there any women? It’s fascinating.
First, a house. Four men were playing cards at the table.
Guys holding vodka with a cigarette in one hand and a deck of cards in the other.
Okay. It’s good to sell. Some guys are farming outside, but these guys are just playing cards to make a profit.
A guy who bets with momentum. But this guy is a triple. Hey. If it’s a triple, it’s ambiguous. Are you betting like that?
Young. Bluffing is awesome. Where. I’m curious? What cards do other guys have?
I turn around and look at the other guys’ cards. One guy has A one pair. Just giving up on betting and dying.
What about the other guy? Oh. You’re a piece of shit. Even if there’s just one more heart, it’s a flush. But there is nothing made about the card in your hand.
Still, he looks a little worried. You’re probably worried because there are three hearts on the floor, right?
Young. If that was going to happen, you should have bluffed right away. The way you think about it is so clumsy.
The guy who dies after all. The next guy calls with a smile and puts down his card.
Oh. Full house. Well trampled on. The guy holding the triple throws his card as if he is disappointed.
A man smiling and taking chips. A bald, brown-bearded guy who smiles and giggles.
And their memories end there. Because I broke in.
The four of them put their faces on the table just like they were playing cards. The vodka bottle he was holding falls to the floor and shatters.
Tsk. Poor guys. Still, I had fun and ended up dying, so I guess I won’t have any regrets.
