Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 237

#237. Which one are you more afraid of?

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Favela.

A word used to refer to a slum in Brazil, such as a slum in the United States.

One of them, Paraisopolis, is a huge favela with more than 300,000 confirmed residents, and was a notorious slum in many ways in Sao Paulo.

Numerous shacks and illegal buildings look like toy blocks piled up with Jung-gu heating.

Like a gang with a gun hanging around openly.

The poor people with pale faces are scattered on the streets with the sky as their blankets.

If Rose, the Blue Dragon Princess, would have seen it, she would have wanted to bombard it with a mountain of donations right away, because this was a place where everyday scenes were commonplace.

“Hey, I heard business is going well these days? Then why don’t you spend more protection money?”

“Eat my dick, police officer. Even if the business goes well, the boss eats everything anyway, so do you think there will be money to feed you?”

“Being petty between partners.”

“My partner is like a parasite that eats the money of a pestilent criminal.”

“Instead, a parasite with a gun and power.”

The reason Zeir openly accepted money in the middle of the street was because this was Paraisopolis.

As is the case in most parts of Brazil, especially here, the ties between corrupt cops and gangs were no secret.

No, it was better to show off openly.

That way, there won’t be an asshole who thinks otherwise.

Of course, the gangs take care of whether to shoot a bullet in the back of the head or sell the family as prostitutes, but dealing with the disappearance was also a nuisance.

It was even more annoying if there were foreigners or high-ranking officials among the missing people.

“huh? Police officer, what is that?”

“What is… Huh?”

So it was.

This Paraisopolis, where most cars are afraid of being stolen.

That is why Jair blinked at the sight of a car that came to this place without hesitation and stopped in the middle of a narrow road.

‘truck? isn’t it an armored car? It seems like it’s too luxurious for something like that…’

I was a bit confused when I saw a strange mass vehicle that I had never seen before.

He soon hardened his face.

“…Isn’t that the mark of Quetzalcoatl?”

“what?”

The gangsters freaked out as soon as they heard the word Quetzalcoatl.

As they watched with wary eyes, a dark-haired young man with cheeky eyes got out of the driver’s seat of the truck.

One more time to look around.

The young man headed to the back of the truck and tapped the back.

“Get off, sir.”

Wei Ying.

It was right after that.

The rear of the truck came down on its own to create a staircase, and a thick metal door like a safe opened inside and a woman appeared.

Well-groomed green hair.

A garment wrapped in layers.

Even the gloves that cover both hands.

A beauty with a morbid beauty in a noble atmosphere that doesn’t fit in with these slums.

The moment they saw Maia’s green hair, the poor people strewn about on the street jumped up in fright.

Then, with a fearful expression on his face, he hurriedly scattered in all directions.

But Maia didn’t care about people’s reactions.

He just looked at Limon with cold eyes as he greeted him with a single smile.

“…I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it well because it’s been a while, but your driving skills are amazing.”

“Because I learned to drive well in the past.”

I don’t know if I can say I learned it from driving an army truck through the fire of World War II, but Limon answered boldly.

Anyway, I’ve never been hit by a bullet or had a car accident, then or now.

Looking at Limon like that, I frowned for a while.

Maia finally clicked her tongue and asked.

“Have you heard from Arbella why I am here?”

“yes.”

“Then I guess you know what to do from now on.”

“No, I don’t know.”

Limon responded immediately.

Then he looked at Maia, who was looking at him, and continued talking casually.

“You can’t guess what you’re not ordered to do and do it your own way, right?”

He said that he was ordered to drive a truck to this place, and that he did not act on his own in anticipation of Maia’s intentions.

Maia snorted at Limon’s attitude, which Arbella would have rated as a professional slave.

“Then I will give you an order. Somewhere in this ghetto, there’s a gang boss named Antonio. Find him and capture him alive.”

“…You mean to find someone you’ve never seen in this vast place?”

In this huge slum with a population of more than 300,000, to find a single person and a gang boss.

It was an order that was tantamount to finding a needle in a sandy beach where even the grandson of a famous detective or a native of Sao Paulo would stick out his tongue.

But Maia did not raise an eyebrow.

I just twisted my lips slightly.

“Can’t you?”

It was as if he was asking if he could not do even this level of work with the subject of selling himself at such a high price.

Maia with a cold sneer.

Seeing her like that, Limon narrowed his eyes.

‘Do you really want to see my skills?’

Limon laughed inwardly.

It was clear at once that Maia was giving her this order because she wanted to see her fight.

It was a tricky method.

If she fought using something similar to a sword, she would immediately find out Limon’s true identity.

However, instead of rejecting the obvious provocation, Limon smiled and replied.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it.”

“Then do it.”

“It’s only if it’s a name.”

Like a lazy but faithful slave.

Limon nodded and immediately went into action.

While other poor people were fleeing, they strode toward the gang members who were not backing down because of face.

Surprised by the sudden approach, the gang members reflexively drew their guns, but Limon was not at all nervous and asked casually.

“Hey, who is your boss?”

“O que?”

“Quem é o teu patrão (Who is your boss?).”

A gang member who just makes an absurd expression because he hears a question so out of the blue that he can’t answer.

Limon decided to help them understand.

“Okay then ask differently. Do you know where the bastard named Antonio is?”

“…why?”

The gang members hardened their faces at once.

Limon smiled and opened his mouth after seeing them revealing a distinct tension different from the vague alert from a while ago.

“bingo.”

“what?”

“I thought that Antonio had to go to a little bit to catch a baby, but as soon as I started, I didn’t know how to find Tolani.”

“You bastard…!”

I just took it with my senses, but I was lucky.

Seeing Limon smirk, one gang member reflexively pulled the trigger.

Clap!

But the gun never fired.

It was because Limon had grabbed his pistol and locked the safety catch.

“They shoot at me for just asking one question… You bastards who don’t see people as people.”

Looking straight into the eyes of the gang member who was struggling to retrieve his handgun somehow, Limon smiled coldly.

“Then you don’t have to treat me like a human, do you?”

Crunchy!

“Aaaagh!”

“This XXX baby!”

“die!”

A gang member sat down screaming in pain as his fingers were crushed like millet cans.

The other gang member, who saw such a comrade, rolled his eyes and immediately tried to shoot Limon.

It was like a gangster who didn’t think about what would happen if he opened fire in the presence of his colleagues in front and behind him.

But they are too late.

When the gang members are aiming at Limon.

He was snatching up in the air a handgun dropped by a gang member with a broken finger.

Tadadang!

“Billion!” “Ugh?” “Keah!”

Guns whirring, deafening roars, and short screams.

It happened in an instant.

The fact that Limon, who had gripped the pistol, did not even turn his head, let alone aim, and only bent his arm and pulled the trigger three times.

The three gunshots, each with their guns smashed or ricocheted off, bloody gangsters sitting there clutching broken arms.

Limon, who had subdued four gang members in the blink of an eye and twirled the pistol in his hand before inserting it next to his belt, stopped abruptly.

“…Tsk, I heard that a three-year-old habit lasts until eighty.”

‘Anyway, Billy’s got me into a bad habit.’

It’s been a while since I’ve had a gun.

It’s been a while since I clicked my tongue for moving as I did when I was wandering around the wilderness with my nerdy disciple.

In the end, Limon, who had no holster but had a handgun tucked into his waistband, crouched down in front of the moaning gang members who were sprawling on the floor.

Then, with both hands on his chin, he said with a bored face.

“Why didn’t you answer me when I asked you a nice question like that? If that were the case, there wouldn’t have been such a misfortune.”

“You you you bastard!”

Fuck!

“Let’s omit the stories about family swearing, revenge, or fear of repercussions. I’m tired of listening to so many similar repertoires.”

Before one gang member could even answer.

Limon turned his head away as he slapped him in the face, making his teeth pour out like corn.

Then he smiled coldly as he looked at the remaining three gang members who were looking at him with eyes mixed with anger and fear.

“From now on, we only accept one person on a first-come, first-served basis. Are you willing to tell me where your boss is?”

“Fuck it!”

“I left you behind!”

“for a moment! We don’t know where the boss is… Kww!”

“Unfortunately, three people were eliminated.”

One hit the stomach, one hit the head on the ground, and the other hit the back of the neck.

In the end, Limon, who put all four gang members in a stupefied state, got up from his seat as if he hadn’t expected much from the beginning.

Then he smiled and looked around.

“Suddenly, you became the final winner. Congratulations cop.”

“Nana? Why me?”

From the time Limon came to the present.

A policeman who was almost completely engrossed, but only got a frightened expression after being asked his own question.

Looking at Jair, Limon said casually.

“You said that. The boss will only accept one person on a first-come, first-served basis.”

“That includes me too?”

“why? Did you think it wasn’t you?”

Wouldn’t it be like being brothers with gang members if you accepted and ate money that is more precious than blood?

Jair’s expression turned pale as Limon grinned, pointing at the wad of money still in his hand.

“Oh, no. I can’t speak.”

“can not?”

“okay! I don’t know if it’s a foreigner like you, but here you can’t survive just talking about Antonio!”

Jayre gritted his teeth.

If Antonio’s whereabouts are revealed, not only himself, but also his family’s relatives will suffer terrible retribution.

For him, he would rather die if he died, and he could never open his mouth.

It was all the more so because he had a vague idea of who was behind Antonio.

“Oh yeah? Then there is nothing you can do.”

“then…!”

“Did you know how to say…?”

Limon made a cold expression when he saw Jair like that.

Just by looking at his fearful expression, I could tell that Jair was a corrupt cop who had been directly or indirectly involved in the ‘retaliation’ many times over.

That’s why Limon laughed.

“Cop man, can I tell you something interesting?”

“It’s no use threatening anything! I never say anything!”

“Really? Even if I told you by someone’s order that you’re looking for that bastard?”

“…!”

Hearing those words, Jair unknowingly turned blue.

Only then did he realize.

There are only two people who can confidently take down a gangster in Brazil.

That it is only a madman who wants to die or a psychopath who has someone scarier than a gang behind him.

And looking at the truck with Quetzalcoatl’s mark on it and the green-haired beauty watching from the back with her arms crossed, it was clear which answer was the answer.

“Tell me which one is more terrifying: the Green Dragon Clan’s threat or the gang’s retaliation.”

terrible life.

terrible death.

Which of the two do you like more?

Jayre couldn’t help but despair as he watched Limon speak with a smile on his face.