Sooho 64

A lot of people were addicted to first-person shooting games but no matter how realistic the graphics were, there was no way it could be the same with reality. It was almost impossible to aim at a person and shoot at them in real life. If a person was a veteran, he or she would probably survive any battle, but asking thugs that only target the weak to show good strategy was too much to ask.

Bam, Bam- Bam-

When an explosive sound went off, the ones guarding the pier were frightened out of their senses.

"#&$^&#@!"

No matter how magical he was, it was hard to translate a dialect of a different language. Ahn Soo Ho shot his gun at the ones who were rubbing their eyes out of tiredness and running away. His physical ability was out of this world. If one didn't protect their bones, vessels, and muscles, his strength would break it all.

The power of the bullet that came out of the big gun was like that of an assault rifle. It was impossible to shoot with one hand, so seeing him shooting one with each hand would have surprised anyone. The only one who could see in the dark pier was Ahn Soo Ho.

He didn't need night vision.

The opponents advocated a war, but he couldn't just start a war for free. Human trafficking of heathens was very profitable. But there were times when they caught them and then later found out that they were actually Muslims. Then did they let them go? No way. However, they pardoned those who participated in human trafficking.

They made holy sacrifices for Allah.

'What are you calling God's divine will?'

They were just parasites who only cared about profit. They simply used the faith of the people to their advantage.

Boom-

The fire that lit the oil tank exploded. Shouldn't all harbors had no flammables allowed? The idiots didn't even maintain the facilities properly.

"@%^^&$!#!"

But one of them must have been thinking because their troops made a barricade. They didn't even have that many men, but they should still get credit for that.

He didn't want to bother shooting them one by one.

He played with gravity to get thousands of grenades in the air. It appeared as if a volcanic eruption went off into the sky. What was different was that there was no sound. As soon as the grenades fell back down, he was reminded of an old German city that was once bombed.

Boom, Boom- Boom- Boom-

One mustn't underestimate grenades.

Ahn Soo Ho quickly got onto a container that was set to take off. Big ships couldn't just leave in a few minutes because it wants to run away. They were normally accompanied by smaller boats that pulled and pushed it. If it happened to lose its direction in a small pier, they were bound to get into an accident.

'Crazy bastards continuing to do crazy things.'

Who would be crazy enough to steer a big container ship in a rush as if it was a fishing boat? Ahn Soo Ho headed toward the bridge. There was plenty of time for the ones who wanted to run away to just run away. So if they still remained that meant, they either liked money more than their lives or they were brainwashed by a crazy belief.

"Call the headquarters! We've been attacked!"

"Apparently, Smarr and the military and police are being regulated!"

"What did the chief say?"

"I'm not sure! Apparently, it's an order that came from the central government!"

"Damn it!"

They were talking amongst themselves when he got to the bridge.

Boom- Boom, boom-

He pulled his trigger without needing to watch any more.

He turned off the engine and broke the connection board so that it couldn't be controlled. The boat proceeded forward. If it was left alone, it would run into the pier, but since it was going at a slow pace, it wouldn't harm anyone. The other crewmen ran toward the bridge. Ahn Soo Ho went down the stairs and killed every single man he passed.

Did they not knew about human trafficking? Yeah right.

Even if they were threatened, they trafficked thousands and thousands of weak children and women into hell. If there were levels on how sick of a crime a person had committed then they were equal to trash that couldn't be recycled.

He heard sirens from afar.

He saw patrol ships with lights on coming his way. He also saw fireman focusing on taking out the fire that took over the harbor. What would General Sutan say about this? In advanced countries, concealment couldn't take place, but in a country where there were countless Islam organization protests, there were countless excuses to use.

Clack-

As soon as Ahn Soo Ho opened the door to the container, he saw scared eyes directed his way. He was able to find Nattab easily with the picture he was shown earlier.

"Nattab. My name is Soo Ho. Do you recognize me?"

She didn't know him, but Riento hung up pictures of him in people's houses. It wasn't like he was Mao Zedong. Why put his pictures everywhere? That was his way of expressing his appreciation, but it was too much. But it was very effective in this situation.

"Soo Ho!"

The small girl ran over and hugged him. She held his clothes and trembled. How scared she must have been. He hugged Nattab. Ahn Soo Ho said something to the rest of them before turning away.

"You can go home now."

"Wow!"

"Sob!"

They finally exclaimed out of relief.

As soon as he left the ship, he saw countless policemen getting onto the boat. The policemen pointed lamps and guns toward Ahn Soo Ho. The man who disregarded their lights and guns and approached him was dressed in a suit.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Guardian. I'm the national security advisor, Bazril."

Sutan wasn't so gutsy that he could act independently without reporting it to the president.

"Do you have some time?"

"I'm retired."

"Is that right?"

Bazril looked around the mess and then looked at him in a questioning manner. It was as if he was asking why a retired person would do all of this.

"I promise I won't put you in a tough spot."

"Hm."

"I'll resolve this as well."

"Okay. But…"

Bazril was happy about Ahn Soo Ho's answer, but he closed his mouth when he saw his hand.

"I'm not finished here yet."

"I'll help you with whatever you need."

He left Nattab with Bazril, got into a helicopter, and went to the headquarters where the leader would be. The Indonesian government already knew everything there was about this violent organization. But they pretendeded not knowing anything about them because they were both Muslims. It was possible that the ones who didn't show interest were the real bad ones.

The helicopter landed not too far from Bali.

Even though Islam dominated Indonesia, since the population was high, there were many other religions as well. In particular, Bali was famous for having many Hindus. Ironically, the Islamic violence organization headquarters was right across from Bali.

In contrast to how he flipped the pier upside down, he snuck in quietly. The reason why he thinks Indonesia was a weird country was because there was no backbone or regulations. Surprisingly, Indonesia had a king. It wasn't just one, but multiple. The central region and the suburbs were so different that it was hard to call it all a single country.

The reason why the Indonesian government knew about the terrorist group but couldn't do anything about it was because the pillar of the regions had their back. Even though religious law and secular law were differentiated, faith always prevailed.

He found the leader quite easily.

If he had ears, he must have heard about what happened at the pier.

"What happened? What about an emergency call?"

"We lost contact after they said they were attacked. We're looking into it."

"Any other secret agents nearby?"

"I heard the police and military were dispatched…but no word about any secret agent."

"Was it a betrayal?"

"If someone wanted to betray us, they would have just stolen goods instead of causing this big commotion. This was no betrayal."

"Make bribes to find out more. I don't care if you announce it as terror."

"What about the goods?"

By goods, he meant the ones they kidnapped.

"Get other organizations involved via social media. We can't take all the blame."

"Yes, Sir."

It wasn't just them who were involved in human trafficking.

"How are our finances? Since this happened already, let's just…"

The leader's neck got snapped off. The neck that seemed like it was on the verge of falling off looked like a loose screw. The twisted head separated from the body and went up into the air.

That was the signal.

The other executives also lost their heads as if they were hit by a hammer. There were small sounds but no screams. Ahn Soo Ho appeared from the darkness and walked around the bloody floor. The reason why he didn't use noisy guns was because he was worried they would say their dying words. He put their phones, laptops, and safes in his secret pocket. He might not need it now, but he could need it later. He even took pictures of the dead bodies. He then uploaded them to the leader's social media, and it seemed as though there were many terrorists who were obsessed with social media.

He added various hashtags.

#reallifejackolanterns #afterhumantrafficking #Iwillfindyou!

As Ahn Soo Ho left, he heard a scream behind him.

******

The one who checked the incident right after Indonesia was not the CIA, but the MSS.

"I checked all of the information, and the God of Death was definitely involved. We should do an analysis of the pictures and videos that come up…but I'm certain."

"Okay. But why?"

"I don't know why, but I don't think it was a request from anyone. It was probably personal."

"Who destroys an organization for personal reasons?"

"Because…he's the God of Death."

God of Death.

If the States viewed Ahn Soo Ho in a strictly business manner, China was a little more complicated. The politicians kept a good distance from him, while the rich tried to be all friendly with him. The current Chinese premier also interacted with Ahn Soo Ho in an open manner. So the Ministry of State Security was friendly too, but after he retired, they changed and endured a bit of a headache while receiving updates from a secret agent in Indonesia.

"That Islamic violence organization is one of the top ones. He wiped them out all on his own?"

"Not all of them. He just went to the harbor and the headquarters and only killed the leader and executives."

"That's pretty much all of them."

An underground organization with a dead leader might as well be gone.

"The ones who've been belittling him won't be doing that anymore."

"Yeah. This proves that he didn't retire because he's old and weak."

One analyst let out a bitter laugh.

The current China liked to make everything into a state-led national project. In particular, the plan involving sports and entertainment set Asia as their goal, and their competitor was Japan. When Ahn Soo Ho started Hosoo Entertainment, the skilled men of China who had always hated him brought up the ban of Korean culture in China and took credit for it.

"Whether he has money or not, he's still the God of Death."

The premier wasn't friendly with Ahn Soo Ho for no reason.

"If you don't want to be humiliated like the punks from a few years ago, prepare the meeting properly."

"Do you think the premier is really trying to ask for an inspection?"

"Probably."

It wasn't just the States that was shocked when Ahn Soo Ho brought down the States' security system. China was taken aback too. So they had been meticulously conducting inspections of their security for the last few years.

'If the God of Death approves it…'

They could become a powerful nation.

'It's a funny situation though.'

The Korean president and the political world looked at Ahn Soo Ho as if he was a cow or a chicken.

But it seemed as though that one person had the key to China becoming a powerful nation. That could have hurt their pride, but Ahn Soo Ho's past was way too strong. Kadeshi Morken's 5000 vs. 1 incident and the Sicillia resistance were just the beginning of his experience.

"The legend will come to Shanghai soon."

The masters would gather in China, where people were obsessed with martial arts, military force, and fighting.

"This will be quite the show."

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