I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 488
It was just before midnight, dark overall, yet the area Han Chae-young’s party was moving through was quite bright.
From the constant barrages launched by the Special Unit entrenched at Incheon Port and the responses from the artificial island, lights flared endlessly, and when one looked up, objects with fiery tails crisscrossed the sky without pause.
But that exchange did not last long.
At first, the Special Unit managed to maintain a fairly sustained offensive, but with every counterattack launched from the artificial island, their momentum visibly faltered.
Because the site was close to civilian areas, they could not deploy the truly massive weapons openly, but that did not mean the destructive power was weak.
Thus, barely five minutes after the opening shots—
Even though their numbers had been over a hundred strong, the force was annihilated in an instant.
And this without a single knight or demon from the Koryo line even taking the field.
Swish—
In misfortune, there was at least some fortune: while that moth-like clash unfolded, Han Chae-young’s party succeeded in landing safely on the island.
“There don’t appear to be any separate defensive forces.”
“So it seems. But we must be cautious. We could be scanned at any moment.”
After landing, they transformed the boat-form transport back into vehicle form.
Machines like this could be detected quickly, but traversing such a vast island entirely on foot would have been nonsense.
—Bzzzzt.
—Zzt.
“...Commander, do you read me?”
Han Chae-young tried contacting the Special Unit.
But there was no reply.
Even the aerial clash above, until now busy with streaks of light, had completely died down into silence.
“Damn it... Commander...!”
“...”
The Special Unit members wiped tears of rage from their eyes, and Han Chae-young gave a low groan.
Though they had realized she was disobeying the Director’s order and acting on her own, the Special Unit Commander had willingly laid down his life to support her.
His wish had been to deliver at least some blow to the Koryo Group. That wish would be fulfilled.
“...I’ll brief you on contingency measures. In principle, we avoid combat. But if unavoidable, our standard is to engage at range without revealing ourselves as much as possible. If we cannot shake them off no matter what...”
Thunk.
“...then we’ll use these, one at a time.”
They had barely managed to transport three S-types.
They were the Abyss’s masterpieces, the most it could produce in darkness. Their fatal flaw was that each was single-use, but for the duration of activation, they unleashed terrifying combat power—a true final weapon.
In previous live deployment, # Nоvеlight # one had displayed insane performance: decapitating the necks of Biotech’s new experimental monster Titans at the rate of one per second.
When even flying Great Demons had fallen before Titans like autumn leaves, it suggested this power might indeed rival the Koryo Group’s national-strategic weapons—the knights.
I’ll need at least one left for rescuing my sister. May we not waste them meaninglessly...!
After a short reorganization post-landing, Han Chae-young’s party immediately advanced toward their target.
She had already chosen their destination before execution of the operation: the prison in the Correctional District.
Since Han Chae-hee had been taken captive, the simplest reasoning was that Go Muyeol would keep her in the private prison he had built.
Moreover, the prison had been promoted by Go Muyeol with government filings and development plans—thus obtaining detailed blueprints had not been difficult.
The one drawback was that, being a prison, the security there would be extremely tight.
If they struck empty-handed here, their already slim chances of success would be reduced drastically.
If only we had more bait to throw away...
Their force was barely a platoon.
To expend them as decoys from the start would be to squander too much.
At that moment—
“Commander, bio-signs detected ahead, 400 meters!”
“!!”
“But... it’s registering as friendly.”
“Friendly... identification?”
Friendly? Out of nowhere?
Could it be some survivors from the Incheon Special Unit, having swum this far?
It made no sense, but it was bizarre enough that such a thought crossed their minds.
“Let’s go check it out.”
They disembarked, keeping their camouflage field active, and moved toward the signal.
Before long—
Click.
A gun muzzle pressed against the back of a woman’s head as she grazed on grass.
“??!”
“Hands behind your head. Turn around.”
The woman swallowed hard, laced her fingers behind her head, and slowly turned.
Even in the dim light, her appearance was pitifully obvious: her clothes in tatters, her whole state a wreck. She looked haggard, as if she hadn’t eaten or drunk properly in days.
Whether from terror or sheer malnutrition, her body trembled uncontrollably.
“Ah! Y-you...! That gun—”
Then, she suddenly spoke as if she recognized them.
“I-I’m Supply Sergeant Lee Hani of Unit 2-1, Changcheon Detachment! D-don’t shoot!”
“...What?”
...
“So you’re saying there are many others like you scattered here?”
“...Unless they’ve been caught by him.”
The ragged woman who carried friendly identification codes really was an ally.
She had been a supply officer of Unit 2-1, the detachment belonging to the Peninsula’s key base.
Like a starved woman, she tore into a chicken drumstick from a C-ration (ginseng chicken soup) while explaining between mouthfuls.
“As far as I know—mmph—more than 200 women were dropped here.”
“...What the hell....”
“What kind of insane bastard does that?!”
Her story was shocking.
After the battle where the Peninsula’s base had been lost, there had been a massive number of prisoners. Militaris had sorted out the women, and from them, singled out those of exceptional beauty.
In total, about 230 women had been set aside.
Those specially selected had been loaded onto transport helicopters and quite literally dumped here.
And then... some man on an AV chased and “hunted” them.
“He’s a complete lunatic! He’d chase fleeing women on an AV, hit them with a stun gun—ugh...!”
“...”
The scion’s sex life defied imagination.
Not only Han Chae-young, but even her male adjutant and the Special Unit members all grimaced.
“You’re saying... you witnessed this at close range?”
“....”
“Did you see any of the other women?”
“...About ten were gathered in one place.”
“!”
“They were talking about building a raft to escape. That’s when you all arrived.”
“...Hmm.”
Han Chae-young’s head spun.
What to do with this?
“Sergeant Lee Hani, for now—this place is called Muyeol Land.”
“Mm, I see... Muyeol Lan—wait, what?”
In the middle of stuffing herself, her hands froze.
“And the man hunting female soldiers... was probably Go Muyeol, eldest grandson of the Koryo Group.”
Thunk.
The chicken leg she had been devouring, broth dripping from her lips, fell from her hands onto the ground.
“...We came to rescue the Headquarters Intelligence Chief, Han Chae-hee, who was taken captive.”
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Han Chae-young had entered my island—meaning the objective was already ninety-nine percent complete.
They might have come in at will—or rather, I had allowed them in—but leaving was another matter.
With two knight corps stationed here, did it look even remotely possible to break out? Absolutely not.
“Power up the island engines. Push us farther out from the coast.”
“How far out?”
“Hmm... why not straight into the middle of the West Sea? Let’s enjoy the ocean air.”
“Understood.”
So the island began to drift farther out.
Work was a minor concern, but most of what I did was handled remotely anyway. Even if something demanded my physical presence, the AV could get me there instantly.
The real problem was Go Minji....
“I wrapped up a big job. I deserve some leave. I’d already budgeted an extra week for it.”
She personally called Go Min-young and requested a week’s vacation.
I had thought she’d be refused—she was always so busy. But since the crackdown had been scheduled with generous margins, to my surprise she got permission.
So even Min-young can’t help but be a mother.
She tended to treat Minji with a bit less indulgence compared to me, but still—she was her daughter. Allowing such a massive operation, practically a tantrum on Minji’s part, and then even granting her ample vacation...
Maternal favoritism could not be denied.
“Heh—now I can lounge a little. A midnight hunt has its own charm.”
“But sis, you twisted your ankle. Can you even move?”
“Idiot. It’s not broken, just sprained. Don’t baby me, I’m perfectly fine.”
“...Says the one who was whining about the pain just earlier.”
She had been pouting about it a while ago.
“I got all the sex I wanted, and my foot’s fine if I’m careful. Time to string my bow again.”
With that, Go Minji mimed drawing a bow, then told her secretary to bring her bow and quiver.
She really looked like she intended to shoot people with arrows—something I could not permit.
“Stop. Drop it.”
“Huh?”
I snatched the bow and quiver her secretary had fetched.
“How dare you risk scratching my cunt.”
“What the hell are you babbling about, moron. Then what do we hunt with?”
I tossed the bow and quiver aside and held out the custom stun rifle Seunghee had brought.
“....”
It was an impressive piece: capable of disabling targets at long range with wireless electrical shocks.
“We hunt with stun guns, obviously.”
“....”
The once-excited Go Minji went dead-eyed as she reluctantly accepted the stun rifle.
