Chapter 128 - Eye of the Typhoon, Dream Team (2)
Ro, the capital of Italy.
The Italian Parliant, located in the center of Ro.
There were now about 900 mbers of the Senate and House of Representatives gathered in Congress.
Those who can literally be called the Italian governnt itself.
But for so reason, they were talking about it with awkward faces.
“If so, what should I do?”
“Aren’t we going to die together if we go on like this?”
“Keuk... But there's no other way, so won.”
As more than 900 lawmakers spat out one word at a ti, the atmosphere was almost the sa as the market floor.
It is difficult to see the appearance of the Congress, which must be solemn.
Therefore, the appearance of the current parliant seed to represent the current situation in Italy.
“The Pri Minister is entering.”
At that mont, a thick voice resounded throughout the assembly.
Lawmakers kept their mouths shut at the voice, and only then did the cluttered atmosphere begin to calm down.
It was a middle-aged man in his 50s who broke through the silence and appeared.
A representative of all the mbers gathered here, and an existence that can be said to be the head of the Italian governnt.
Italian Pri Minister Samuele.
Samuele strode across the council.
So Samuele, who climbed onto the podium, slowly looked over the 900 lawmakers.
At the sa ti, a heavy silence fell.
It was a charisma that overwhelms the atmosphere just by scanning the crowd.
Indeed, Samuele shows off the image of a country's representative.
However, despite such trendous charisma, he could not hide his crumbly face and deep dark circles.
Samuele opened his mouth slowly.
“As the matter is urgent, I will omit the preceding steps. Please tell the clerk's agenda.”
After that, Samuele looked to one corner.
Then the scribe took a step forward and opened his mouth.
“Currently, the mafia group has occupied the city of Catanzaro. We tried to negotiate, but we are taking a hard line and insisting that we will not accept any other terms.”
Catanzaro was a city located near Sicily, with a population of 90,000.
What the clerk ant was that 90,000 citizens were being held hostage by the Mafia.
“Which faction occupied Catanzaro?”
“This is Francesco.”
After Andrea's death, the mafia group split into three factions.
The Franciscan faction belonged to the Hardy faction among them.
“I will kill all the citizens of Catanzaro if you don't listen to my request within a week...”
Ha
...
That was because Samuele was well aware of how absurd the request was.
In general, it was inevitable to ask for a huge amount that was hard to even imagine.
Ironically, however, they did not ask for riches such as money.
It would have been better if it was related to that kind of money.
If it was a request for sothing simple and sure, like money, there was no need to worry so much.
No matter how much the request was made, I was willing to accept it positively.
However, what the mafia demanded was not material things like money.
‘I asked for the president's seat...'
It was none other than the president's seat.
Of course, Italy was a political system that adopted a bicaral system as a parliantary cabinet system.
That's why the president exists, but in fact, it was just a position without great authority.
The Italian political system in which all the roles of the governnt are taken over by a pri minister elected by the parliant.
However, although he did not have great authority, it did not an that he did not have any authority.
It was the president who had the power to appoint the pri minister.
Of course, even the pri minister appointed in that way was a permanent authority because it was passed by the parliant.
However, in a situation where a knife is in the throat, who will oppose it?
The reason why he coveted the presidency was obvious to anyone.
Intended to devour the Italian parliant and set all of Italy at its own will.
And the reason why the mafia made such demands to Congress, not to the people, was simple.
In Italy, the president is appointed by the parliant rather than by the people.
Samuele said, squeezing his throbbing temples.
“What's your situation, Mr. Antonio?”
“Currently, with the pro hunters, we are blocking them from coming out of Sicily...”
The scribe did not conclude.
But Samuele could fully guess what the scribe had swallowed.
Even now, mafia roaming around the capital Ro openly.
Just by looking at it, I could roughly tell what the situation was.
They were the ones who wouldn't have dared run amok while Andrea was alive.
The loss of restraint due to the hero's absence was now approaching so painfully.
Haa...
Samuele let out a sigh without even realizing it.
And it was then.
“It was a big deal!”
Suddenly, another scribe shouted as he burst through the council door.
A really rude thing to do in the middle of a eting.
But no one here was blaming it.
Because the situation in Italy wasn't good enough to take care of it one by one.
“Now, it is said that the dungeons created in Latina have caused a Distortion!”
Unsurprisingly, what ca out of the scribe's mouth was quite serious.
Samuele's head went from pounding to dizzy.
Did they say that when it rains, it pours in torrents?
I think I heard that in the East, this kind of situation is made worse.
Samuele let out a self-deprecating laugh.
But Samuele did not let go of his dizzy spirit.
He is the Pri Minister of Italy.
Samuele turned his head while maintaining a calm expression as much as possible.
“...... How many professional hunters can be mobilized right now. Marcello.”
To Samuele's question, Marcello, president of the Italian professional hunter association, answered.
“Currently... 500 C-rank hunters, 150 B-rank hunters, and 20 A-rank hunters can be recruited.”
A total of 600 people.
But the people gathered here knew very well that that alone was not enough.
“Hunters from other countries?”
Samuele asked, but did not expect much.
It is also true that foreign nationals were only foreign nationals.
It could be seen that there was no Hunter who would risk his life to help in Italy like this powder keg.
It was a situation where they asked for help from other countries through Jinrihoe, but everyone just shook their heads, making excuses for one reason or another.
As expected, Marcello shook his head with a dark expression.
‘Are innocent people being sacrificed like this again...'
Pudeudeuk!
Samuele gritted his teeth involuntarily.
“......For now, mobilize the professional hunters you can mobilize. Save civilians if you can... tell them not to risk the lives of professional hunters.”
Samuele felt a terrible disgust at himself for uttering these words.
But he had to say it out loud.
The reality was too miserable to ntion justice and ideals.
Pro hunters are so precious right now.
You must have a pro hunter so you can plan what happens after that.
It's cruel, but that's the way to save more people.
Like the cataclysmic days long ago.
“Ha, but…!”
“I will take all responsibility. So please do so.”
“...... All right.”
Marcello could only nod his head.
And it was then.
“I... President of the Association.”
Suddenly, soone sneaked up on Marcello, the president of the association.
Then he whispered sothing in his ear.
“what...? Is that really true?”
Hearing the whispers, Marcello's eyes widened and began to stain with astonishnt.
Samuele asked Marcello.
“What's going on?”
“I…”
Marcello replied with a look of disbelief on his face.
“There are no casualties at La Latina.”
After those words, a strange silence descended on the council.
As if thinking about the aning of Marcello's words, the expressions of the lawmakers began to get blank.
“What?”
“No casualties? what is that?”
“What nonsense is that?”
buzz buzz.
And in an instant, the council begins to buzz.
Normally, Samuele would have shouted what a fuss this was, but Samuele wasn't in the mood to do that either.
“No casualties? What do you an, Marcello?”
Nonsense.
How could there be no casualties?
The break in the twisted dungeon doesn't cover the ti and place.
In a word, it was said that there was nothing wrong with braking in the middle of the city.
Then, it was inevitable that there would be enough casualties.
Of course, if it was at the level of dealing with the dungeon as soon as it exploded, it could have been.
But that is literally impossible.
But how...?
“That's...”
Marcello's mouth opened slowly.
#
“Won! Now… Do you see this scene now?”
A reporter aboard the helicopter looked at the cara and exclaid in disbelief.
Too-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Even the dull roar of the helicopter's propellers could not stop the reporter's excited cries.
The cara, which was pointed at the reporter, was turned down.
And what I saw were four Asians running all over the city.
They road the city at breakneck speed.
To be precise, he was looking for places where monsters road.
And the place captured by the cara was none other than the place where the 9-star monster Basilisk was located.
“Evee eh!”
Basilisk in the shape of a gigantic lizard
The Basilisk was chasing people who were running away with a terrifying scream.
“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
“Please save !!”
People desperately tried to run away from the basilisk, but they couldn't escape the basilisk's speed.
“Kieeaek!!”
After catching up, the basilisk swung its huge tail at the people.
Whoa!
The tail of a basilisk rushing forward with a terrifying sound.
but.
Aww————Oh!
A translucent mbrane that felt a mysterious energy blocked the tail of such a basilisk.
“Keeek?”
The basilisk let out a scream as if questioning the translucent mbrane that suddenly appeared.
And then, the mont he tried to swing his tail again toward the translucent mbrane.
Kwadeudeudeuk.
Suddenly, his entire body was bound by a thick tree trunk rising from under the ground, and he could not fulfill his purpose.
“Kieek! Kieh!”
The basilisk struggled to sever the stems.
And just then.
Kwajik!
Aweso!
A terrifying destructive and cutting sound like a death rage erupted from the basilisk's entire body.
Whoops!
So the basilisk lay down on the floor without any resistance.
“The bar basilisk fell in an instant!”
The battle, which was expected to be fierce, ended in an instant.
It only took a fraction of a second for the 9-star monster to collapse.
After the battle, they moved again to find the monsters.
“Now… now this… Can you believe it!”
The reporter's expression began to change with astonishnt at the unreal sight.
However, there was sothing else that shocked the reporter even more.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
It was Seojun.
Seojun was truly overwhelming.
Unlike the previous four, Seo-joon didn't even need an instant.
There were only two scenes where they could capture Seo-jun.
You see the first monster.
Two-bang!
The second monster disappears.
It was just this.
Even the movent was so fast that I couldn't keep up with the speed even though I was riding a helicopter.
Faaaaang!
Every ti you step on it, a horrifying sound is emitted and the scene changes.
In addition, despite its amazing speed, it was amazing to find the place where the monster was.
Seo-joon found a place that he couldn't even see well even when he looked up from the sky.
The reporter shouted, looking at the cara with a voice full of excitent.
“How great is the great sense of humor to be able to do that!!”
It was amazing.
No, this was beyond amazing, even phenonal.
“Won, can you see now!”
The reporter who watched the whole scene from the sky couldn't help but shudder.
It is as if the paint spreads and spreads in clear water.
Just like polluted land is purified.
The sight of the monsters that caused the break being swept away was nothing short of spectacular.
“Oh my God...! Oh my God...!”
The reporter stomped his feet with a fuss-free expression.
And ironically, such a reporter's fuss was becoming a ray of hope for the Italian people.
#
“Co this way!”
Elena was evacuating people to safety.
“Live! We live!”
“thank you! thank you!”
People were shedding tears and rejoicing that they had survived this terrible situation.
Distortion dungeons popping up in the middle of downtown Latina.
In fact, along with the Distortion, the deaths of countless people were as if they had been decided.
It was because the level of the monsters bursting out due to the Distortion was considerable.
However, there were no actual casualties.
‘How could this happen...'
Elena still couldn't believe this nonsense.
It didn't even take that many people to pull off this nonsense.
only 5 people.
Also, 5 people from the Orient were doing that nonsense right now.
‘What the hell are they doing...'
Elena began to be very curious about the identity of the Dream Team.
And right at that mont.
“Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
Suddenly, a terrible noise erupted from a corner.
Inside a pile of monster corpses.
With a sudden grasping sound, sothing huge ca out from among the piles of corpses.
“Ki eh eh!”
It was none other than a basilisk.
It seed that one of the basilisks had not died and had fallen into a sleepy state.
“Everyone, step back!”
Elena quickly ran out in front of the people.
Elena, an A-class hunter.
No matter how much it was in a state of hypocrisy, the basilisk was a powerful monster that could not be easily dealt with.
Still, Elena ran towards the basilisk to protect the people.
No... To be precise, I was trying to run away.
Aaaaaaaaagh!
Suddenly, an enormous explosion erupted in front of Elena.
Elena reflexively stopped running, and when she looked back, there was a basilisk that had exploded without a trace.
“……?”
Elena's mind goes blank for a mont.
Seo-joon's voice ca to Elena's ears.
“If you’re a singer, I told you to check your condition, but what are you going to do if I go without checking?”
Even when it ca, Seo-joon was standing in front of the bursting basilisk.
Seojun retrieved the spear that had fallen next to the basilisk.
I thought it must have exploded the basilisk.
Seo-joon looked at the window blankly and muttered.
“And the divine power keeps pouring in on its own, so it’s harder to control the power.”
Then I glanced at the exploded basilisk corpse.
“I have to collect all the corpses after work and dismantle them… but if I do this, I won’t be able to get paid properly.”
Aaaaaang!
And then, in an instant, it disappeared from sight.
“......”
Elena didn't know how to take this.
“Who the hell is that person?”
And the people who watched Seo-joon like that asked Elena.
Elena hurriedly ca to her senses and answered.
“He is a person from Korea who ca to help Italy.”
“In Korea? You an you sent an S-class Hunter from Korea?”
Elena shook her head and corrected her words.
“I’m an A-class hunter.”
“That… is that an A-class hunter?”
The facial expressions of people who are stunned for a mont.
It was because he was at the level of nodding his head even if he was a hero of cataclysm, let alone an S-class hunter.
That's why Elena couldn't say anything.
Because Elena was asking the sa question.
“......”
“......”
In the anti, a stunning silence.
Tiri-ring.
At that mont, the cell phone ringing in my arms rang loudly.
Elena confird the sender and couldn't help but be nervous for a mont.
[Association President Marcello]
It was because the sender was none other than the President of the Pro Hunter Association.
His best boss, Pro Hunter Association President Marcello.
Elena took a deep breath and answered the call.
“I'm Elena, Team Leader in Asia, Hunter Managent Departnt.”
Along with Elena's words, Marcello's words were heard over the receiver.
“yes. That's right. Currently, I am in charge of the Dream Team... Yes?”
And at Marcello's words that followed, Elena was stunned for a mont.
Elena muttered involuntarily.
“Are you saying that the Pri Minister himself... ca?”
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