A tennis court and swimming pool, a tidy and elegant European-style garden. The villa nestled in the mountains with two annex buildings was truly the epito of bourgeois aesthetics. How could this be called the personal property of an individual communist party official? If Marx had seen this place, he would have cried out that class struggle was necessary here.
It was late at night, just before dawn. The enemies response was completely chaotic, except for the guards on duty who had gone to sleep. Although so had woken up to the noise of armor-piercing shells penetrating the walls, there were not enough to mount an organized response.
At the point when the enemies escape route was completely blocked off, I descended the slope and entered the villas spacious grounds. The dogs that had been barking noisily had beco lumps of at cooling down after being hit by bullets. As I crossed the garden as if taking a stroll, I steadily relayed information to my subordinates.
1-1 to 2-1. There are 2 enemies in ambush around the next corner. Both are using 95-style (QBZ-95) with 50-round drum magazines. They dont have any spare magazines or sidearms, and only one is wearing body armor, looks like Level 3.
1-1 to 4-1. There are no threats between your current position and checkpoint B-3. Advance at full speed and secure the position, then provide flank cover for 3-3 until they move out to B-2.
1-1 to 3-2. The enemy you are currently engaging has less than half a magazine left. One has broken off to grab more ammo, should take about 1 minute for the round trip
In this fashion, the enemies have no chance of winning.
2-1 to 1-1. Situation room secured.
Upon receiving this report, I had just stepped into the main building. The marble floor was sticky with blood, making an unpleasant scraping noise with every step from my feet. On top of that were the shouts and noises mixed with electronic tones. The source was the walkie-talkies of the dead rcenaries, still switched on with their eyes open.
Damn it! Anyone there?! Theres too many of them! Were being overwheld by firepower! Help , it hurts so much Everyone shut up for a second, you fcking bastards! The comms are a ss! Soone try to get a handle on the situation- Situation room! Situation room! Hey! Are you jerking off in there, you stupid bastard?! Mom, mom! Waaah When are the SWAT teams coming! They said theyd respond if we hit the panic button! Phone! Anyone got a working phone?! Fuckkkkkk!
The cries grew more frantic and desperate by the second. As I flowed past like a stream, listening to the whimpering radios, I asked Kyung-tae, aka 2-1, who had reported securing the situation room.
Is there a PA system in there by any chance?
2-1 here. No, there isnt What do you need it for?
I was thinking of broadcasting a surrender offer, but nevermind if there isnt one.
I didnt see any broadcast speakers in view, but there were intercom handsets in each room. I wondered if it might be possible to conference call them simultaneously, so I asked just in case. But having to negotiate surrender one by one would be tedious, might as well just kill them all. As I was thinking this, 2-1 asked back.
If they surrender, were you planning to let them live?
Of course not. I was thinking of capturing them alive and filming their beheadings.
The brutality of the Black Childrens Party bike squads was vividly etched in my mind. The one who leashed severed heads and dragged them around, the one who held enemy necks under flowing blood from decapitations, the ones who executed rows of enemies who had surrendered by kneeling them down for mass beheadings.
Therefore, in order to turn the bla against the Black Childrens Party, we must also emulate their brutality. To avenge the grudges of those who have lived their whole lives under the shadow of the class system. It would be surprising if even a shred of rcy remained for those who sang of fury, having reached the era of myth.
In the revolution they dream of, the death of communist aristocrats and their lackeys was an absolutely essential component that could never be omitted.
Just capturing so combat footage should be enough for our purposes here.
Editing together footage of the fighting carried out by my subordinates and uploading it online would provide decent decoys, as well as material to use for propaganda by the fake Black Childrens Party.
Kill them all.
I reiterated.
Whether theyre Combatant or not doesnt matter. Ard or unard also doesnt matter. Everyone in this villa is an enemy of the people. So spare absolutely no one, kill them all. Rip open their bellies and stomp their torsos until their guts spill out. A peoples revolution is a tree that grows by drinking blood.
Understood. We will carry that out ruthlessly.
With the original directive firmly reestablished, the process of transforming the bourgeois villa into a bloody spectacle progressed even more intensely.
They certainly hired a lot.
The total scale of the enemy rcenaries still facing annihilation was comparable to two companies. Judging by just their price tags, it would have been no small sum. While only temporary hires until the situation settled down, the party secretary had made a big expenditure to protect his assets.
The rcenaries deploynt gave the strong impression that they didnt even know what they were supposed to guard as most important. Just guarding the villa at a basic level. After all, even the rcenaries were outsiders, so telling them the locations of secret vaults would have been foolish. Although they likely guessed there might be sothing like that, under the surveillance of closed-circuit caras they could not freely search around and find the vaults.
After passing through hallway scenes resembling a horror movie, going down blood-pooled staircases, I finally arrived at the entrance to the first trove. The vault door was hidden behind a bookshelf full of books, and even after moving the shelf aside, it looked no different from an ordinary wall. Apart from its sowhat larger scale, it was a disguised safe commonly found in the mansions of wealthy individuals in Korea who wished to avoid tax inspections.
Are we recording?
I asked, and the team leader-level subordinate confird that we were. The footage recorded here would serve as the basis for the distribution promised to Gao Shusen and the propaganda material as a fake Black Childrens Party.
Wearing a balaclava like Kyung-tae, I approached the wall where the bookshelf had been cleared. The vaults opening and closing chanism was forged to look like an electrical outlet. It was not just an imitation of the appearance; I had manipulated the circuit using magical power to ensure that electricity would actually be supplied when the code was entered.
Crack!
When I forcefully pulled on the outlet, a keypad for entering the code slid out. While pretending to type in the code, I manipulated the circuits using magical power/mana.
Clunk! Whirrrr!
The locks disengaged, gears turned, and the vault door swung open. Stale air that had been trapped inside the sturdy alloy rushed out, carrying a dry, papery sll. Unlike who already knew the contents, my subordinates uttered sounds of awe. A trendous quantity of banknotes, bonds, and gold ingots in various shapes. And ancient artifacts and Eastern/Western paintings. This was just a portion of the total, so my subordinates admiration could only deepen.
Well, what are you waiting for? Start emptying it out.
My subordinates imdiately reacted to my telepathic signal. The priorities here in the vault were of course the bearer bonds and stock certificates, as well as gold bars. US dollars ca next, followed by antiques, artworks, and yuan bills that were troubleso to use extensively due to the amount of counterfeits. It was fine to take care of those last. The reason bearer bonds were the top priority was that laundering the source was easy, plus they fetched a premium on the black market.
The vault was stocked full of bags and padding ant to quickly load up and remove items in an ergency. Secret vaults that people wanted to keep hidden from the authorities were all similar.
Leaving this scene, I went around opening up the other vaults. While smaller than the first, the smallest vault hidden under a coffin-shaped cabinet contained jade carvings and appraisal certificates worth hundreds of millions of won. In Korea, the proliferation of fake jade sold through multi-level marketing sches has created the misperception that jade is cheap, but the stuff that went into those was garbage not even worthy of being called jade.
The real jade favored by the Chinese, A-grade natural jade, could fetch up to $27 million for a single necklace strand. It was traded higher than diamonds exclusively within the Chinese market.
After looking over the appraisal certificates, I saw that this one small vault alone contained jade worth 800 million yuan, equivalent to 150 billion won.
Itll be difficult to liquidate.
The appraisals ant there were records of these items. Therefore, to safely fence such a massive quantity of top-grade jade carvings on the black market required considerable ti and effort. The fact that the markets were mostly limited to China exacerbated the difficulty of disposal. At least a few years of observation and planning were necessary.
Therefore, using it as evidence rather than secretly diverting or disposing of it separately was the best option. The mont these green gems ca in heaps from one of the Guangdong Triads facilities, the triads would imdiately be stamped as a cooperating force with the Black Childrens Party.
Well, keeping one or two of them as bribes for the guards wouldnt be a bad idea either.
After uncovering hidden treasures one by one, I stood in front of the last hiding place in the mansion. This ti, it wasnt a vault disguised as a wall, but the wall itself was a hiding place. I raised the output of the circuit, and I tore off the entire wall painted in white chalk.
Rumble!
Thin listone cracked, and behind it, sturdy bricks spilled out.
After the situation was concluded, Kyung-tae, who had joined after breaking the closed circuit, asked,
Lets see, in this location Gold, is it? Could it be that these are all gold bars?
Blocking my nose with my sleeve, he compared the drawings I provided with the current location before posing the question. I nodded as I stared at the gold bars adorned with red bricks.
Yeah. Its an age-old technique thats been used for a long ti.
In history, Chinese and Jewish people frequently utilized this technique. The Chinese because the country was often in turmoil, and the Jews because their nationality itself was a target of discrimination and persecution. Just sar so dirt on the outside and bake it, and that was all there was to it. It was easy to make. Even now, in ancient Chinese houses, gold bars hidden by the old residents were sotis discovered during redevelopnt.
I instructed,
Explode here to erase any traces. Gao Shusen shouldnt find out about these bricks.
Yep.
Even with just the gold bars here, it would easily amount to tens of millions of dollars. It would be better to send it to Macau over ti rather than using a cruise ship.
After collecting the treasures found here in the mansions garage, the amount piled up exceeded the rough estimate I made at first, filling nearly five 2.5-ton trucks. Excluding bulky art pieces and artifacts like ceramics and paintings, it seed impossible to fill all five trucks.
Using the telekinesis technique, I quickly finished loading onto the truck, the sa type Kyung-tae was in and left the mansion grounds. There was now the task of returning, but with my eyes and a disguised identity, there shouldnt be significant difficulties. Internally patting myself on the back for a satisfactory hunt, Kyung-tae, who took the steering wheel, muttered sothing strange.
I didnt intend it, but it looks like weve ended up helping China quite a bit.
What are you talking about?
Isnt it obvious? Even if we only use a portion of the harvested treasures as evidence, at least tens of millions of dollars will be recovered to the national treasury. Its much better than ordinary patriots.
Recovered to the national treasury?
Realizing Kyung-taes misconception, I couldnt help but feel a bit bewildered. His misconception, stemming from his overly innocent view, was a stark contrast to soone who had been working in this field for a long ti. Sensing sothing unusual from my reaction, Kyung-tae cautiously asked while looking ahead.
Uh, did sothing go wrong?
Wrong is an understatent. Honestly, its beyond wrong. Its even embarrassing. Did you seriously think that seized assets would quietly go into the national treasury? In this country that has rotted to the core to the point, theres no more rotting left?
Ah, ugh.
Kyung-tae groaned with a strange sound.
I underestimated it, Hyungnim. Im sorry.
No need to apologize.
There were often aspects in various matters that one tended to overlook without much consideration.
In this country, in every oppression that took place, the losers gold beca the loot of the winners. Illegitimate profits obtained through the war against cri also beca the loot of those in power.
Therefore, the vein of the ungodly flowing through this continent had never been cut off for a single mont. Beasts of cronyism devour each other, creating a continuity of gold from the past to the present. Although so of it might flow to other continents or across the seas.
Today, wed plundered one small tributary of that dirty history. Being an illegitimate person myself, I had no shortage of continuing this history.
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