Descent of Demon god

Bassup, the president of Sixth Road Toey, glances back at her.

I didn't intend to go at all.

He arrived later than the Fangtonggyeom or the fundraiser, but he could also see the thousand women slaughtering alpha horn knives in a single moment.

When I saw the core in his hand, I cleared my mind.

It's in the hands of a monster like that. Who can take it?

I thought it was best to hide so quietly and go back to the company, but I had a great opportunity.

‘Yoon Mun-pyeong. I think it's all going to be a fart with a corporate card. ’

It was strange that it was human psychology.

It was clearly a repressed situation with each other, but I didn't like Director Yoon Mun-pyeong getting ahead of himself.

‘Life is timing. ’

The recruitment fund is knocked down, the only one who can be his opponent.

Who can be your enemy in a kite company?

Besides,

“Protect the boss! ”

Tatata Tak!

Soon after arriving, Muslims from the Sixth Road Toy flocked to the right and to the left of Base Sob.

It was only about twenty people, but Bassup was able to deal with all the Muslims in the company by himself.

‘Tsk. Bassup, why did he get in? ’

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the way the hairdresser looked.

Basseop was one of the four masters of the painting here in the city of Atmosphere.

The only person who can deal with him is a recruitment fund.

‘Are you trying to fuck us like this? ’

In addition to the gate keepers, a small group of Muslims from the Moorish Association were gathering around the area.

Once the subjugation of the remaining Horned Knives is complete, the attention will be focused even more.

‘Damn it.'

In fact, the answer was simple.

All you have to do is take the fallen father and leave without complaint.

A little humiliation will minimize the damage.

However, the position caught my ankle.

‘My father has become like that, and if I just retreat like a defeated son of a bitch here, my position will be swayed to become the head of the next Moorish Association. ’

I have been in the recruiting family for generations.

It's a company, and they have 70 percent of their family share, so there's no problem in succession.

However, it was very difficult to refresh the image that collapsed once.

Zec!

His eyes continue to be conscious.

Surrounded by Muslims, the situation was exciting to watch.

It was natural to be interested because the company under Blade Six is at odds with the most contentious kite company in Xiongyang.

Damn it!

I was angry at the hairdresser and looked at the woman standing behind the President of Basseop.

If not enough, this embarrassing situation would not have happened.

‘President Bassup, he doesn't move unless it's in his best interest. Why are you taking his side? ’

Then I frowned at the eyebrows of the hairdresser.

When the fundraiser fell, anger clouded my vision.

But when I looked closely, it was a familiar face.

Where did you see it? I must have seen his face recently..... ’

He had a good memory.

The face I had once seen was unforgettable.

But I don't remember anyone that strangely well.

"Ah!"

The two eyes of the hairdresser widened.

I remembered who it was.

I didn't know his style had changed completely, but he must have been the ninth Muslim to be recruited from Sixth Road Toy.

It's him!

He's the one who got rid of all the trackers he sent.

The hand of the hairdresser holding the sword trembled.

You were a base-sub guy, right? ’

When she was convinced that she and he were a team, the hairdresser became even more furious.

I even thought that their attitude was a thorough trap to humiliate the company and its successor.

‘Son of a bitch. ’

I didn't like it from that relaxing government of a thousand years.

“You have no intention of retreating! ”

Boom!

I stepped on the ground to put pressure on those who were hesitant.

A crack in the ground occurs in his seriousness.

His destructive power, both internal and external, was acknowledged by all Muslims in the mood.

“Hehe.”

This is going to be a real war between us.

The gaze of the hairdresser was instinctively looking at me from one side.

It was the only master that was above base support here.

"You may not like it, but..."

There was no way.

It was fortunate that my father's fundraiser collapsed.

The hairdresser sent a message to the head.

[Senior, I know this is a profound request, but please only help the old one as the descendant of the same generation, Sega.]

The eyes of the bloated man who had been watching silently filled with doubts.

Looking at him quietly, I kept sending him a message.

[If you help me, I can defeat President Bassup and the man who did this to my father.]

[Haha.]

[I know your relationship with your father is not good. But I'm not like you. I have admired you since Society.]

In fact, the hairdresser always had an example for the bloated.

I also treated the hairdresser as gently as I could.

[I'm not just asking for your help. If you help me, I'll concede his Grade C core to you.]

The recruitment line was an entrepreneur.

I knew that the most fundamental cost of a deal or arrangement was the equivalent.

The only thing that could move was the core.

‘If only I could turn this situation upside down...’

I looked at him with the eager eyes of the hairdresser.

However, the sound from his mouth was completely different from what he expected.

[Sorry, Chief Recruiter.]

[Four?]

The hairdresser looked at him with embarrassing eyes.

I offered a huge reward for the core, but I didn't think a rejection would come out.

[Uh, why?]

[Unless you want to mediate as an association member. This one happened between the members of the same Aussie Branch Association, so that's why the old man is acting out.]

The recruiter sent out a message in a hurry because he turned around as much as possible and refused.

[No. The person behind is not an Association Muslim. And he's an unregistered Muslim. That kind of self-indulgence might embarrass the position of the Independence Goal Society.]

As a group of executive directors, the recruitment line was a moonlighter.

I tried to convince him somehow.

However, there was no change in the will of the Fangtooth.

He sighs and sends a voice saying he's sorry.

[Phew... I'll be honest with you. I think it's best for you to step back with your father, Chief Recruiter.]

You're an inspiration! ’

The face of the hairdressing line was horribly distorted.

I was looking forward to my help, but I was angry because I refused so eagerly.

I even thought that the ancient Sega was an old saying.

‘Now I understand that my father hates that old man. ’

I tried to advise the angry hairdresser.

[Listen to the old lady. Recruitment executive. I'll speak calmly about my relationship with you. If it doesn't end here...]

[That's it, I won't ask for any more help from you.]

Huh?

I frowned.

I wanted to tell you an important story, but I was very disappointed when I saw the horse cut in the middle.

[Even when my relationship with my father was not good, I still admired him. But you're right, Father.]

[Hey. Let me tell you...]

[No, what would my father say to an indifferent old man after all this time? I don't think it has anything to do with you or the Fang Choir anymore. In the meantime, thank you.]

[Grunts]

I shook my head tremblingly at the sound of the hairline to organize the relationship.

The hairdressing line had not been able to understand reality calmly.

Even though he had not arrived late and saw the Alpha Horn Knife cut in the dagger, he thought he would make a rational decision if his father was a worthy master.

However, her eyes were blindfolded by the anger and reputation around her.

"Tsk, tsk, not so different from my father. ’

Fangtonggyeom no longer sent out a message.

I decided that it was useless for a girl like that to say more.

I also thought it would be better for a recruiting family to think of kites easily just because they refused a difficult request.

‘Hmph! Okay. As long as it's like this...

When I couldn't get help from Fangtheng Gyeom, I changed the way the hairdressing was done.

After this, we decided to narrow down the target.

It was no good after going against the Sixth Road Toey, an affiliate of Blade Sixth Mountain.

[Mr. Salt.]

The hairdresser sent a beep to Bassup.

Suddenly, he looks at the tone with suspicious eyes.

[The one standing behind you. This is the ninth unregistered Muslim recruit from Sixth Road Toey, right?]

I frowned at the sound of such hairdressing lines.

It was a company secret, but they were also secretly moving, so I guessed it would be quite a challenge, but I knew it.

Nevertheless, it was not a part of the admission.

[What are you talking about? Hmm.]

[It doesn't matter if you don't listen to me. because we have information. Or can we send you some documentation?]

The photographs were abundant and could be used as evidence.

However, he had not moved directly from there until now, so he was only carrying it as a future path.

Bassup looks at him and sends a message.

[What are you trying to say?]

[Let's do this. Anyway, the guy in the back not only touched my people pretty much, not just my chairman. It's just the hard part.]

So?

[If the person on Basseop's side is right, he must have a means of sanctions, right? Take care of him and hand him over.]

What?

Base sup was ridiculous.

Then the hairdresser bites his lips and sends out a beep.

[An award bid for a munitions factory that will be constructed on the southern outskirts of the city. We're giving up on our annual company.]

[What?]

That said, the two eyes of the base soap were enlarged.

Now, the hairdressing line is a huge offer.

The main reason for the assassination of Yeon Company's executive director, the hairdresser, from Blade Six, was because of this military supply case.

"You want to forfeit the tender? ’

Usually, it was an offer that would be shaken at once.

If I won this prize, I would be able to dive into the defence industry and make a tremendous profit.

It was a coveted tender for all companies in the mood.

If you win this tender, you can leave the merger and be recognized for your outstanding performance at Blade Six.

‘...... This is an opportunity to make us bigger. ’

The hairdressing line intuitively decided it was better to kill a thousand women.

He felt that this proposal was acceptable to him.

For unregistered Muslims, this tender was a huge deal, although it could be discarded for them at any time.

‘Hehe.’

The hairdresser looked up at her mouth and raised the tail.

He laughed at Bassup, who was holding on like a shield, that he didn't know what kind of deal he was looking at.

‘Hmph. It's almost over for you to take your time. ’

Standing arrogantly behind him, he flinched his fingers and ricocheted. Soon, he tried to break that finger.

While I was thinking that, Bassup suddenly shouted.

“The managing director of the Yeon Company is rotten to the point of insisting that he deal with our nobles in secret with a conspiracy! ”

“What?”

At that moment, the facial expressions of the hairdressing line hardened.

‘W-what is he doing...'

I was embarrassed, but he kept shouting.

“Where are you getting your shit together? I'll forfeit the tender for the munitions factory because it's hard for you to carry out your duties, Director. Didn't I ask you to take care of our nobles? No matter how dangerous it may be, it's against the Moorish Society's morale to make a dirty request! ”

You son of a bitch! ’

I lost my words about how absurd the hairdresser was.

I revealed a secret offer, but it seemed like I was going to burst when I added something to it that I didn't even know I had.

The two eyes of the hairdresser went back and forth.

Speechless!

You hear the murmuring of the Muslims around you.

Did you really make a deal? ’

Executive Director of Yeon Company? ’

I was questioning whether it was true, but for the hairdresser, it felt as if everyone despised him.

It was a disgraceful situation for him to be conscious of his surroundings.

“W-what kind of lie are you...”

“I make it clear in front of the members of the association. If I tell you a lie, I, Bassup, president of Six Road Toys, will live like a dog as someone's slave! ”

Base soap came out even stronger.

Without hesitating, the opinion of the head of a corporation who moved in the mood was certainly more eloquent.

I was about to lose my hair salon.

“This... profit...”

I have to rebuke something, but once I shake it big, my mind becomes blackened.

It was already hard to fix the situation.

Just as one group of executive directors was carrying the weight of base-sub's remarks.

"Phew…"

The people around him looked at the hairdresser for his bombshell remarks, but his base-sub face was soaked in cold sweat.

Earlier, when the hairdresser was making a tempting sound with a reverberation, the woman in the back suddenly started flicking her fingers.

Furious, he was able to return to the reality of nanobombs.

‘I was scared for no reason. I don't have an earpiece, but it makes me nervous. ’

Just hearing the clatter, the game is now on.

Then I heard the voice of a thousand angels behind him.

“Fair enough for a dog. ”

Bloop!

At the end of the sentence, the posture fades behind you.

Bassup turns his head, and there is no sign of the Thousand Wolves holding Quitting Smoke.

The person who was right behind him suddenly disappeared, but the person who noticed this immediately was him and his whole body.

He mutters.

“Worth it? ”

Hee hee!

Bassup's face became brighter while he was very nervous.

Then I suddenly frowned.

‘...... No. Why would I like that? ’

At that moment, I felt like I was going crazy.

* * *

Meanwhile, an abandoned factory on the southwest outskirts of Xiongyang City.

There was a man who could not stand still in one place since he was nervous.

He was a white paper.

It was so painful to wait for the thousand years that I went to save my mother.

I wanted to go with him, but I had to keep an eye on my abilities because I was interrupted.

“Phew. Phew. ”

The sound of Baek Jong Seoin sighing makes me feel frustrated.

I felt like I was living a life of indefiniteness.

Based on Baek Jong-seo's attitude, if she couldn't save her mother, she was ready to kill herself right here.

‘Damn…’

In my mind, I was almost self-absorbed.

How are we supposed to get them out of the walls when the gates are open?

I gave you the coordinates, but I thought it was impossible.

‘If he comes back, I'll die. ’

I suffered how I became like this.

It was when I was staring at the nervous White Bell Book, walking back and forth with a dark face.

Yuck!

At that time, the door of the abandoned factory rang inside.

"Ah!"

I looked at it with a trembling heart at the posture that I felt at the entrance.

But on the side of the entrance,

“Oh my…”

A man I've never seen before, not a thousand years old, stands with a machine gun.

He couldn't help but be appalled by the fact that the air strike team was dead inside the abandoned factory.

"What?"

The eyes of the Acolyte shake.

The man who appeared now was someone he knew well.

“Tinnitus!”

He was Lee Myung Myung, the third team leader of the honest NSA.

His appearance was like hope in a car that was afraid of a thousand fates.

I yelled at myself just in case.

“Team Leader Tinnitus! You brought reinforcements? ”

Unfortunately, there is no way an honest man would bring reinforcements.

He shouted to White Jong-seo urgently for the situation in the abandoned factory and for the sight of the dysfunctional widow.

“Freeze! Move and I'll shoot!”

“Tsk!”

A white paper pulled a knife from my sleeve.

You had to be careful because it wasn't a pistol and aimed at the machine gun.

‘Please…’

The resourcefulness was fortunate enough for the bullet to pierce White Bell's body.

You shout again with your rifle in your grip.

“Last warning. Surrender or we will shoot. ”

I never let my guard down once.

The reason I came here with a machine gun was because I decided I had to be prepared to kill a Muslim.

‘Head. Aim for the heart only. ’

The finger of tinnitus was about to pull the trigger.

Baek Jong-seo suddenly shouted with a bright face.

“Mother!"

"Mother?"

Suddenly, you miss the time to pull the trigger.

At that moment, someone grabs the back of his neck.

Boom!

“Ugh!”

I was surprised, but I heard a familiar voice.

“Maybe getting shot wasn't enough? ”

What about this voice? ’

I couldn't have been forgotten in such a short period of time.

It was a thousand coins that turned him around like a sniper's shield.

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