Chapter 482 – 482. Mafia 2
Tape them up and move on to the next house.
Despite this situation, they still haven’t responded. But it’s worth it.
Five and one lying in two houses respectively. Because they’re all drunk on drugs.
Ugh. Jerk the. It’s a pestilence. Why on earth do you trust these people and give them food?
If you put a tattoo on your neck and act cool, you can have fun taking drugs and drinking alcohol for the rest of your life?
First, I went to the direction where the five were.
One person is lying in each room, and two people are lying in the living room.
The house smells of alcohol and a strangely disgusting smell.
Eww. Is this the smell of weed? I really hate it. I don’t know if there’s any point in keeping these guys alive.
To be honest, I don’t even want to touch it. I have to tape it, but I can’t get my hands on it.
Since they can’t even move properly if left alone anyway, they just slept.
Ah. Should I just kill him? I think killing contributes to world peace.
Just in case, I left it alone. And the one in the remaining house.
I’ve been keeping an eye on you since before, but it seems like this guy is the boss. The colors are different. It’s the same with being alone.
However, this guy is also sitting on a soft-looking sofa with a dazed expression, looking at the ceiling.
No. You’re probably not looking at the ceiling. This guy must be seeing something beyond.
Open door. There was no need to use phase out or anything like that. Because I just went in confidently.
I kept watching him with clairvoyance and clairvoyance, but there was no significant movement.
I’m so drunk on drugs that I can’t move. You idiot.
I put him to sleep first. Other than lowering his head a little, he doesn’t seem to have changed much.
Now that we’ve subdued all the guys in the surrounding area, we can relax and read their memories, right?
She says this guy looks like the tallest guy, so she reads her memories first. But let’s start with ventilation.
Her head hurts.
Is he around early 40s? The eyes are a little sunken and the expression is a little scary.
If he hadn’t been on drugs, he would have looked quite cheerful. Traditional Russian villain? That feeling.
I didn’t want to touch him, but I had no choice, so I placed my fingertips on the back of his hand.
And memory reading. I tried reading memories about Igor… But nothing came up.
Ah. I’m disappointed. This guy doesn’t know anything either.
Even so, I am not very discouraged.
Igor That guy is not famous, and there are probably more people who don’t know him than people who know him.
Anyway, you didn’t think you’d be able to get plausible information from day one, right?
I don’t know how long it will take. So, let’s go step by step. It’s not something that can be done in a hurry.
Since I have no memories of Igor, I look into other memories. The keyword is, of course, mafia.
Vast memories. There are too many memories to go through one by one.
I changed the keywords a little. Boss, superior, godfather, mentor, I search my memory by inserting keywords that remind me of this guy.
I’m looking around like that… But something is a little strange. Even if you read the memories you want, the memories are often unclear.
Feels like a broken film? Or memories that seem to be out of focus.
The speech sounds are interrupted and continuous, and there are many unclear things.
Does it feel like your memory was put in the washing machine and blown up?
In general, there were many memories like that. Some feel hazy and some feel frantic.
Ah-oh. Fuck. I must be getting seasick while reading the memories.
Eventually, I stopped reading memories. Maybe… There’s something wrong with the medicine these guys took.
It is said that dependence on drugs and after-effects can be cured by curing the disease, but these side effects seem to be incurable.
Memories that are blurry and unclear. Under. Fuck. Is this because this guy is doing drugs? Or is it like this even in normal times?
If it’s like this even in normal times… Is it possible to live a normal life? It’s almost at the scrap level.
After all, it was right not to take medicine. No matter how skilled you are, it makes no sense to completely eliminate 100% of the risks that drugs pose.
I don’t know if the skill name was ‘Removal of drug aftereffects’. But the disease is cured, right?
It’s a skill that can’t cure things like insomnia, so it can’t be that omnipotent.
Anyway, it was disgusting to the point of nausea, but I still read more memories.
Only they can know their information. This is especially true if it is an organization with deep history and tradition, such as the Mafia.
Information has value because not everyone can know it, and these guys have been around for a long time, right?
So, please read carefully. No matter how messed up it is, you have to somehow salvage something.
What I’m doing now feels like I’m putting together the pieces of money that were broken into pieces at the shredding machine.
I don’t know what I’m doing. What’s even funnier is that you don’t know whether the pieces are pieces of money or toilet paper.
After reading the memories for a while longer, I was literally exhausted.
A feeling of mental overuse rather than physical fatigue. Ah. Fuck you guys. Are you saying this is such a good thing?
I picked up the machete and stabbed the guy in the thigh.
“Aaaaah!!”
Young. Even though I’m under the influence of drugs, I still feel pain. Wasn’t the drug a painkiller?
Ah. Does it still hurt if you stab your thigh with a knife?
I put the screaming guy back to sleep.
But he wakes up again soon, probably because the pain is so severe.
After repeatedly putting him to sleep, stabbing him, and waking him up, he finally passed out. Hey. It looks like you haven’t woken up from fainting? Amazing baby.
As a finishing touch, I stuck the machete into the guy’s neck and the guy became light.
No matter how I think about it, turning into light and dying is so bright. It would be better if I were reduced to ash or my body melted to death.
Four drugged people in another house. They killed him right away without even reading his memories.
I have no intention of touching it again. I never want to read the memories of a weak person again.
Those guys who were playing cards. I read their memories, but there is still nothing to save.
And many of their memories were unclear. Ugh. Overall, they are problematic people.
If it continues like this, there will be limits to memory reading.
After taking out all the remaining guys one by one, I was left alone in what was once the mafia’s hideout and looked around.
Hemp growing everywhere. Eww. I don’t even want to see this. I have to burn it all.
I found a bunch of oil cans in their warehouse and started spraying them evenly on the hemp field.
And then I went into the house where the boss guy was and brought a cool-looking Zippo lighter.
Hey. It looks really cool. If I were a smoker, this would probably be a trophy that would make me roll my eyes, right?
But I’m not interested. To me, it’s just a way to light a fuse.
Light the fire and throw the Zippo lighter onto the oil-sprayed hemp field.
It caught fire quickly and grew quickly.
As I look at the burning fire, I smell an acrid smell. Ah. Fuck. I didn’t think of that.
If I stay here, won’t I get drunk too? I have to retreat quickly.
Because oil was spread evenly over the hemp field, the fire quickly spread.
The fires that started burning in the house quickly burned and spewed out black smoke.
And. This way, everyone in the neighborhood knows that something is wrong.
But rather, that’s what I want.
If I could have known other organizations or higher-level organizations just from their memories, I wouldn’t have done something so outrageous.
But you got nothing. I have memories of fragments, but there is no real important point.
I’ll keep watching from here, catch those who come this way, and read their memories.
At least if this news gets out, those who were related to them will come out.
Rather than searching this vast land of Russia for information, I think it would be better to wait for someone who might have the information to come forward.
Looking at the burning mafia hideout, I fall into a moment of worry.
What should I do now? It’s a waste of time just waiting. It’s also boring.
In the old days, when I had no skills or abilities, I would lurk and ambush out of ignorance… Isn’t that time past now?
Multitasking has become possible. I can do other things while protecting this place.
First, save this place. From a little far away.
A place where no one seems likely to come, and a mafia hideout is within the detection range.
Now I only have to come here once every 10 minutes. Well, even 10 minutes is short. It might take 30 minutes.
Anyway, I’m not going to come here to investigate and stay for 10 minutes.
Ruler. What should I do now? Check the other side?
I was able to figure out the radius of their activities from their memories.
Istra City and its surrounding area. So there could be a lot of other guys like this out there.
They could come looking for me anyway, so why should I go looking for them? I don’t think that’s necessary.
There’s no need to just dig up information from the mafia, right? I need to approach it from the other side as well.
Igor That guy was quite a big deal even eight years ago. Then at least he’s playing in different waters.
Then, if you’re a rich person or a snobby guy, there might be someone who knows that guy.
So, your chances of finding them will be a little higher.
The problem is where to find such people.
Fortunately, I found the answer. A place that comes from these guys’ memories. Rublevka? Rublyovka? Anyway, that’s the name.
Kid. Really. Damn Russian. The name is really difficult.
Even though I have interpretation and translation skills, it would have been impossible to come here without those two skills.
Anyway, there was a place like that. To put it simply, Russia’s rich villages. It’s truly an incredible neighborhood.
It is not at the level of the rich neighborhoods in our country. From what I saw in their fragmentary memories, it was a very luxurious place.
I think I can get something there. At least there must be traces of people living there.
They say even if a rich family goes bankrupt, it lasts for 3 years, right? Those who have money rotting away would have come up with a plan to survive even if a situation like this came up.
I decided to go there. You can’t just hang out with mafia kids who smell like men like this.
Me too. Uh? Good things. Uh? It’s outrageous. See that too. Eat. Look at some women too. Isn’t that how it should be?
Isn’t it my strength to implement it right away once I’ve decided?
The evening when the sun begins to set. A time when burning houses and fields begin to stand out more and more.
My work does not end when the sun sets. Rather, the night is more friendly.
For me, who is equipped with an insomnia system, night is a good time when others let down their guard.
This is hilarious. Does everyone think that when they sleep at night, everyone else sleeps too?
I can’t imagine that there are people who don’t like it.
Besides, the really fun stuff always happens at night.
Immediately float your body and move.
Rublevka is located west of Moscow. Southeast from where I am now.
From what I remember, there is no administrative district name Rublevka. A place name that simply refers to an area.
That’s why I don’t know the exact location. I can only roughly guess where it is… But that’s not accurate either.
I don’t know where a region in our country is just by hearing its name, but how can I even know it after hearing Russia’s crappy name?
Still going. If you go, something will come out.
What I believe is my detection with an overwhelming radius. And clairvoyance and clairvoyance that can see far away.
That alone can give you an overwhelming advantage over others in discovering something. I believe that. That’s why I’m going first.
It is quite a good thing that there is electricity left in this world, and that it can be maintained indefinitely.
At least when the sun sets like this, the whole world doesn’t fall into darkness, right?
Streetlights still on, lights on buildings. Electric lights that people couldn’t turn off when they were alive.
Those things draw the outline of where people live. It’s really hard to get lost unless you’re really off track.
But it must be there, right? Because gilchi is everywhere and everywhere.
Even if it has the ability to survive, it will be really tiring if you keep it. No, finding your way is also a survival skill, so aren’t we all already dead?
The distance isn’t that far. The distance from the center of Moscow to Istra is only about 50 kilometers.
Rublevka’s location is said to be west of Moscow, so at least it won’t be that far away.
But since I don’t know the exact destination, the journey is slow. It was also great to have to go and check each and every time someone appeared.
After wandering around for a while, I finally found a suitable place.
In the distance, a place that looks a little more dazzling than other places.
The feeling of lighting is different. A place that is completely different from a place where the lights are turned on because it is necessary to live.
Moreover, he has quite a bit of popularity. It seems like I didn’t get lost at all. It took over an hour, but if it was like this, it was a good save.
