Chapter 38

EP.38 FBI OPEN UP!

In the dead of night, at the best hotel in Busan.

Screams were heard everywhere.

"Ugh... What, who are you people?!"

"Shut up and come out if you don't want to die!! Move, move, move!!!"

Mysterious intruders had sneaked in under the cover of night.

They took the elevators to each floor, breaking down the doors of sleeping guests and starting to take them hostage.

People woke up to guns pointed at their faces and were startled.

The intruders forced them up, gathering everyone on the first floor.

"Is this the last floor?"

"Yeah, let's hurry. Otherwise, the boss will be furious."

The corridor was already a scene of chaos.

The intruders, guns in hand, were shouting, and the hostages were being dragged away, screaming, creating a chaotic scene. The two terrorists went to do their job.

Capturing hostages from the remaining rooms.

As one terrorist was about to break down a door, another terrorist grabbed his hand and stopped him, saying,

"Wait, I have something I want to try. I've always wanted to say this when breaking down doors."

"What is it?"

"Listen..."

The terrorist, who heard this, laughed in disbelief but said,

"Unbelievable... But, sure. It's also a man's dream, I guess. I'll do it with you."

"Thanks. Let's count to three and start. One, two... three!"

They kicked the door down simultaneously and shouted together,

"FBI OPEN UP!!!"

As they advanced into the room, a half-asleep man on the bed waved his hand, and the intruders were suddenly hit in the head by the butt of their own guns and fell to the ground.

It was a futile end.

***

"What the hell are these guys...?"

I woke up, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and muttered.

Suddenly, there were loud noises from all around, and when I opened my eyes, two masked men were pointing guns at me.

Startled, I used my telekinesis to make the guns hit their heads.

The intruders, caught off guard, fell under the bed. Who are these guys?

"Ugh... What's going on?"

Soo-bin and Se-eun, who were sleeping next to me, finally woke up. What were we doing while this was happening?

When I woke up, the sounds around me were like a scene from hell. Screams, cries, shouts, breaking sounds, gunshots, and more...

I could only say,

"It seems like a terrorist attack is happening."

Seriously, I don't usually swear, but this is really, really, really f**king over the top.

What did I do to deserve this?

I've only been on two trips, and why did both of them end up with such incidents?

There are so many hotels in Busan!

Why is this happening at the hotel where I am?

No matter how I think about it, it feels like the world is out to get me.

I feel wronged. I've lived a decent life, if not perfectly.

Why! Why did God create me, Kim Da-in, and such vicious villains?

Oh God, please let me be a righteous villain today...

"Ugh... Oppa, what's going on?"

Se-eun, who had just woken up, looked around with tired eyes. She seemed annoyed, as if asking, "What nonsense is happening again?" She doesn't seem scared anymore. Has she adapted to terrorism?

"Wait, I'll check the parking lot."

I quickly teleported to my car in the parking lot.

"Move, move!!"

"Bring supplies! Get weapons!"

The underground parking lot was already a mess.

There were several military trucks filled with people wearing masks.

Rookie, stop. This place is hell.

I thought about bringing Se-eun and Soo-bin here for safety, but it seems too risky. Meow.

I rummaged through the basket I had brought and gathered what I needed.

A yellow mask that covers the whole face, check.

Wireless earphones and a connection device. I need these to communicate with Se-eun even when we're apart. Check.

Guns... For now, I only took small pistols. I'll use the machine gun later.

After quickly gathering what I needed, I looked outside the hotel and teleported back to the room.

I acted swiftly, and it took less than a minute. I quickly handed the items to Se-eun, who looked anxious, and Soo-bin, who was quietly observing the situation.

"Here, take the pistols... Soo-bin, you know how to use them, and Se-eun, I taught you last time, right?"

The situation outside was still chaotic and full of shouts.

We need to act quickly to avoid being noticed.

"From what I can see, there are armed vehicles on the roads and helicopters flying around. It's not good. We should stick together and pretend to be hostages and go downstairs."

They nodded in agreement.

I don't know who they are, but whoever woke me up from my sleep?

I can't forgive them.

There will be someone on the first floor.

Sigh, I just wanted to live a normal life.

I gripped the gun in my hand.

Ah, this cold and heavy feeling.

It's been two months.

It's time to return to 'Villain' Egoistic.

"Oppa... Why are you posing even in this situation?"

Se-eun's incredulous gaze made me feel embarrassed, so I put the gun deep in my pocket.

Luckily, I was wearing black joggers, so putting the gun in my pocket wasn't a problem. If I had been wearing a sky-blue pajama with clouds, it would have been very awkward.

I took the gun, put in the earphones, and stuffed the mask deep in my pocket... Yes, all preparations are complete.

"Let's go."

As I turned to look at them, they nodded and followed me.

Outside the room, it was a mess.

Broken ceramics, the sprinkler system activated, and chaos everywhere.

"What are you doing! Move, move!"

A masked man with a gun growled.

"Oh, yes, yes. We're going."

I pretended to smile humbly and walked past him.

"If you don't move... Ugh!"

I used my telekinesis to make the gun hit his nose with the butt.

The man screamed and fell.

You talked too much.

Luckily, no one noticed in the chaos.

The hostages outside looked like they were in a daze.

Of course, who would expect to be dragged out in their underwear from a hotel room?

Men, women, families, and even a balding uncle were being dragged away.

Is this what they mean by "midnight scare"?

As we moved down the corridor with the other hostages, we reached the elevator.

"Go down the stairs! Hurry, hurry!"

These guys were pushing people into the narrow stairs.

...This is the 27th floor, and they want us to go down the stairs?

Seriously?

I clenched my teeth at the cruelty of these heartless people.

Not only did they wake up sleeping people, but now they want us to do almost rock climbing?

You're all dead.

I can't go down that.

I whispered to the two people next to me,

"Hold on tight."

And I teleported smoothly.

It will be a bit... a lot difficult, but there's no choice.

How long would it take to go down one by one?

No one probably saw us disappear.

If they did? They would think they saw wrong.

***

The hotel's first-floor lobby.

A place that was filled with calm classical music and genteel conversations just a few hours ago had suddenly turned into a chaotic market.

People were packed tightly like bean sprouts in a steamer, and masked men with guns were patrolling the area, creating a terrifying scene.

In the dead of night, what should have been a peaceful end to a pleasant day had turned into a chaotic and terrifying conclusion.

In the middle of the lobby, chairs were piled up haphazardly to block the main entrance.

A luxurious chair stood alone in the middle of the pile of chairs.

And a man was sitting in that chair, legs crossed.

A-grade villain, Monkey Spanner.

He sat there, touching his curved mustache and holding a cigar, as if he were a pirate king.

"...Are all the hostages gathered?"

He asked his advisor, who was at the base of the chair pile, while chewing on his cigar.

"Yes! We have secured everyone from the 30th floor down here!"

"...I see."

After a while, the man, who had been touching his mustache, stood up.

As he stood, his massive muscles rippled.

As he stood up, a masked cameraman hurriedly set up his equipment.

Despite the large space and the many people,

In the packed lobby, the only sound heard was the man standing up.

He then raised his heavy body and shouted loudly towards the front, which was the camera.

"I have a message for the association and the government."

He spoke heavily, then took a deep breath and shouted,

"Right now, I have thousands of hostages here!!! If you don't deposit cash into the account we call out immediately!!! I will kill them all!!!! The account number is one! one! one! two!-"

As he was shouting with explosive volume,

Suddenly, applause began to be heard from among the silent hostages.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.

In the quiet space, where only his voice was heard,

The sudden applause was so out of place that

Even Monkey Spanner, who was broadcasting live, stopped speaking.

In the suddenly quiet space, the only sound heard was the applause.

As nearby citizens turned their heads in shock and fear to find the person clapping,

I stood up quietly, receiving their gazes.

Continuing to clap.

This is the level of attention I need.