Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast – 49
EP.49 I’m Coming to et You (2)
Bubbling—
Splash!
Parang’s head popped up above the water’s surface.
This should be the right place.
She looked around.
Mountains, mountains, mountains, mountains.
Well, it’s the Korean Peninsula. She must have co quite far down the river.
Surrounded by dense mountains and a river flowing through them.
The thick mist added to the atmosphere, making it quite a sight.
But why on earth did they call her to a place like this?
It was an obviously suspicious location, far from Parang’s ho.
Did they really think she would co?
…She thought, if not for her recent experiences, she would have co here knowing nothing.
‘Ah, a secret scout, sothing like that,’ she would have thought.
So blatantly suspicious that it didn’t seem suspicious at all.
The na value of the World Governnt also played a part.
No matter how shady or unpleasant it felt, it was still the governnt.
‘Surely the governnt wouldn’t call out here to assassinate ?’ It was a clever exploitation of a perfectly normal thought process.
However, such a clever move is useless if the opponent is fully aware of the trick.
Just knowing that the governnt intended to kill her put Parang a step ahead in the ga.
If Silo hadn’t contacted her first, who knows what might have happened.
Anyway.
Parang erged from the water and looked around.
Nothing seed particularly suspicious.
From now on, Parang planned to act in front of the World Governnt.
She would beco an innocent B-rank Hunter who knew nothing.
A simple, ordinary citizen Hunter Yu Parang, excited to have a chance to connect with the World Governnt thanks to her big achievent.
She repeated to herself internally,
‘I am a nobody… I am a nobody…’
“Everyone, she’s really clumsy. If you trip her, she falls right over, and if you steal her food, she gets all gloomy.”
Ugh, why did that suddenly co to mind?
Parang, now genuinely feeling like a nobody, shook her head and changed into a suit.
Hmm, nothing much around here, but the eting place is…
“Nice to et you.”
“Ahhhhhhh!!!”
A voice suddenly ca from behind!
Parang was so startled she nearly flipped over.
Where did this person co from?
Barely managing to suppress the activation of ‘Departure,’ Parang glared at the person in front of her.
They wore a uniform that looked like an officer’s, with the World Governnt insignia. Their face was completely covered by a white mask with no eye holes, making them unrecognizable. Long black hair, and the body shape suggested they were female…
Most notably, they had an overwhelming number of dals. On their shoulders, chest, and arms. It was clear they were soone of high rank.
In any case, a governnt person. A bad person. A dangerous person.
Parang heightened her alertness to the maximum while continuing her act as a nobody.
“Wh-who are you?!”
“Are you Hunter Yu Parang?”
A monotonous voice, often heard at bank counters, without any inflection. It was slightly modulated, with a hint of chanical sound, making it sound gender-neutral.
Clearly, this person looked high-ranking and secretive.
“Are you Hunter Yu Parang?”
The sa monotonous tone as before. Lost in her thoughts, Parang forgot to respond.
She needed to act as flustered as possible. If they found out what she knew, they would kill her imdiately. That would ruin everything.
And she was a bit miffed that they responded to her question with another question.
So she deliberately gave a half-hearted answer.
“Oh, yes. Are you?”
“…Confird.”
Although the mask hid their eyes, Parang could definitely sense it.
This woman had just glanced at the river behind Parang.
“Follow .”
So they weren’t planning to ambush her here.
That gave Parang a bit of leeway.
“Excuse , but who are you? Are you really from the governnt?”
“Yes.”
“Ah… Could you at least briefly tell why you called here today? I haven’t been told anything. It’s not sothing bad, is it?”
“No. Hunter Yu Parang. We just want to cooperate with you. This is off the record, but I also enjoy watching your broadcasts.”
Ah, cooperation. Of course.
You send a strike team to soone you want to cooperate with?
Naturally, you’d enjoy the broadcasts. You’d be watching them closely to find any weaknesses.
Parang snorted inwardly.
In her mind, the mini Yu Parangs were fully prepared to take down the governnt with all their might.
Under a barren field, countless mini Parangs were holding torches, farm tools, and cooking utensils, each determined.
Still, there was one hopeful fact she gleaned from the recent exchange.
The governnt still didn’t know that Parang had caught on to their malicious intent.
Parang’s confidence increased by 1.
Still, she disliked the governnt, so the woman in front of her was internally demoted to ‘governnt wench.’
But she had to do what she had to do. She responded earnestly.
“Wow, really! It’s an honor!”
“The honor is mine to et you. It’s difficult to talk here, so could you follow ?”
How urgent must it be for her to ask twice? Well, it made sense.
With their limited information on Parang, it was much better for them to bring her to their ho ground.
Here, Parang could consider the possible scenarios.
They could be broadly divided into three.
I saw those numbers again.
First, the World Governnt attempts to assassinate her.
Second, the World Governnt tries to capture, kidnap, or neutralize her.
Third, the World Governnt attempts to persuade her.
The further down the list, the lower the probability and the greater the potential benefit for Parang.
Having already planned for each scenario, Parang quietly trudged along.
She followed the governnt wench with a bit of tension.
They walked endlessly along the mountain path.
Swimming six hours a day had given Parang stamina far beyond that of an average person.
She remained vigilant for any potential snipers, using her peripheral vision, hearing, and intuition to stay alert without showing it.
At the sa ti, she climbed the steep mountain path, which showed no signs of maintenance.
After walking for a while, sothing man-made finally appeared before Parang’s eyes.
Barbed wire, thick outer walls, and despite being camouflaged in the mountains, the exterior was painted gray.
It was the quintessential ‘secret mountain base.’
It looked like the kind of place where if you caught a passing bad guy and interrogated him, he’d spill its location imdiately.
Since there were no gunshots on the way here, the possibility of ‘assassination’ among the three scenarios Parang considered slightly decreased.
“Please wait a mont.”
The governnt wench walked up to the barbed wire and fiddled with sothing.
Peeking over her shoulder, Parang saw her open sothing that looked like a circuit breaker and press so buttons inside.
Soon, a cold male voice ca from the speaker inside.
“Blood, tears.”
The governnt wench responded.
“Poison, water.”
Beep— Clunk.
An alarm sounded once, and the door opened. It seed to be a password.
Parang cautiously stepped inside. The teleportation device in her suit pocket was ready at any mont. Of course, ‘Departure’ hidden in her hair was also prepared.
“There is still no technology that can block or distort warp.”
This was confird by Silo.
If it was impossible with Silo’s technology, it would be impossible for anyone on Earth.
There was no worry about her escape being blocked.
The warp station Parang planned to use was already secured by Silo, so there was no risk of trouble upon arrival.
She had brought two warp devices, one within easy reach and another hidden deep in her clothes.
This was to minimize any situation where her safety might be compromised.
She nervously headed inside the barbed wire gate.
Earlier, the foliage and trees had obscured her view, but the interior was slightly different from what she had imagined.
What she saw upon entering resembled a U.S. military base from a movie she had seen in her previous life.
In one corner, muscular n and won were doing push-ups in rows, while on the other side, there were well-maintained, shiny military weapons.
As soone who didn’t know much about the military, Parang’s impression was that the wheeled things were tanks, and the pointy things were… missiles?
Tents were set up here and there, casting shadows, and a few burly n and won were resting, fanning themselves.
They paid no attention to Parang, suggesting they had been inford in advance.
Parang carefully observed their eyes and expressions.
‘They don’t seem to be under any sort of spell or anything.’
They were clearly robust soldiers.
Parang pretended to be suitably impressed and continued to follow the governnt wench.
Then they arrived in front of a bunker.
This ti, the governnt wench took out a card key from her pocket and held it to the keypad next to the door.
She then leaned close and stared at the keypad.
It seed to be so sort of iris recognition or sothing similar.
“Turric powder.”
“Let there be light.”
Another password.
Then ca the clunk, rumble, and whirring of the door opening, and Parang was able to enter the secretive and gloomy forest base of the World Governnt.
Inside was a drab gray hallway with not a single person in sight.
The path split and intersected at several points, with no signs to guide the way.
Yet the governnt wench navigated without a mont’s hesitation.
Parang tried her best to morize the path as she followed.
They walked for quite a while.
Finally, Parang and the governnt wench arrived at a thick-looking iron door.
“Please, go in.”
As soon as the door opened, the corridor turned at a right angle, hiding the interior from view.
Parang followed the governnt wench inside.
What she thought was an L-shaped corridor turned out to be Z-shaped, ensuring that the interior could never be seen from the outside.
Finally, Parang followed the governnt wench through the corridor and saw the room.
The entirely gray room was filled with various machines that greeted Parang.
There was a chair resembling a surgical table with multiple sharp arms, a bed with chains, and a brazier heating up in one corner.
There was also a bathtub and a toilet.
In each corner, there was a surveillance cara, making a total of four.
The walls were lined with bizarre tal objects.
‘Ah.’
Only then did Parang understand the World Governnt’s intentions.
Why they had called her to this remote place, why they hadn’t killed her imdiately.
What they wanted from her.
It was obvious just by looking at this space.
‘It’s my first ti in a torture room.’
What would she have done if she hadn’t brought ‘Departure’?
Clang.
She heard the sound of the iron door locking behind the corridor she had passed through.
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