The First Hunter - Chapter 156

Chapter 55. Black Dragon Down, Part I

Translator: Khan

Editor: RED

1.

The Pentagon building…

Once the largest building in mankind, it had so many rooms that it matched its grandeur. There were rooms that had not been used properly for more than half a century since the Pentagon had been built.

The same was true of the days after the monsters appeared. When the Pentagon building became the headquarters of the Pentagon, not the United States Department of Defense, nobody felt there was not enough room for the small number of people belonging to the Pentagon who began to live in the Pentagon building.

Mao Spencer could quietly watch the Globe of Behaim, which showed the location of legendary relics, alone in a room with a sunny window, with a magnifying glass. He was looking at Asia now. It was a small piece of land on the globe, but not China or Japan: the Korean Peninsula.

Mao was breathing, staring silently at it with a magnifying glass. In Mao’s eyes, several very small lights, little more than dust, shone on the Korean Peninsula and disappeared. Mao looked away from the magnifying glass.

“If I see that most of the legendary relics still remain in Korea… there is no particular movement.”

The Globe of Behaim, the first globe of mankind, had the ability to tell the location of legendary relics in the world. It did not inform easily. Once a day a light came up like a lightning strike from the dry sky in the area of legendary relics. The light was not observable by a camera or anything, and only visible to the naked eye. That was why Mao spent his time holding a magnifying glass in front of the globe.

‘Everything is going well.’ Of course, Mao had no complaints about it. He would not have come here without this Behaim Globe.

“If we gain the Mayan Calendar and Dr. Chang’s research is fruitful, there will be no more games.” Most of all, what Mao was satisfied with was that there would be nothing to stop him sooner or later. Just remembering that, Mao could smile at any time, and under any circumstances.

“Mr. Mao.” Major Chinshan came into his room.

“What’s the matter?”

“The Pentagon is getting busy.” As he spoke, Major Chinshan also moved his mouth without any sound, like a carp.

-Paul Fork left the Pentagon with his troops.-

Mao received the silent message and immediately analyzed what Chinshan had told him. There was nothing hard about it.

‘If the Hyena moves, there’s only one reason.’

Paul Fork was the leader of the Hyena Unit, one of the core Hunter units of the Pentagon. In addition, the Hyena Unit was a unit that handled what someone had left behind. The fact that they moved meant that someone else did not perform their mission properly. There was only one place where the mission the Pentagon assigned was urgent and important enough for the Paul Fork and the Hyena Unit to move.

‘There’s a problem in the West.’ It was not difficult for Mao to reach that conclusion. He was not particularly interested in the fact.

-They found the Mayan Calendar.-

The subsequent words of Chinshan did not let Mao worry about anything else. The Mayan Calendar was what Mao had hoped for.

‘Finally, I can wake Quetzalcoatl whenever I want.’

The world that the Six Snakes wanted needed monsters, especially a very powerful monster. That way, the world would be afraid of monsters and would be absolutely loyal and obedient to those who fought against the monsters. In other words, the ability to control powerful monsters was the most necessary ability for Mao’s world.

‘The strongest and worst Dragon is now in my hands.’

The Mayan Calendar, the relic, was a terrible thing that could wake up the Quetzalcoatl, the strongest and worst of the purple-grade monsters. It was the monster of the monsters, and could not be compared to the Orc Emperor or the Immortal Wolf that had appeared so far. It was a disaster that could lead the world to an end, to final destruction.

‘I’ve got the best shield.’

In other words, it was the best shield. No one in the world would want to face Quetzalcoatl in exchange for killing Mao. Even Mao himself did not intend to face Quetzalcoatl. So it was the best shield.

‘There’s only one left.’ So now Mao had only one thing to do: getting the strongest spear that could break anything in the world at once.

‘When Dr. Chang’s research is fruitful, even the best spear will come into my hands.’ It would not be long before even the spear would come in Mao’s hand. And as soon as the day came, Mao would not spare what he had.

‘Judgment Day is coming.’ Mao smiled a deeper smile. At this moment he was sure the game was actually over, until he heard the news from the city of Dallas, the center of Texas.

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2.

The biggest problem that mankind had faced since the advent of monsters would be sufficiently explained by this short word: energy shortage. People lacked the energy to move their bodies, and they didn’t have enough energy to rebuild civilization.

In such a situation, the value of oil was could not be matched by dollars and gold. It did not take long for those who survived the appearance of the monsters to realize that.

The same was true of America. The survivors of the United States, who had the most powerful army in the world, were freer to carry guns than any other country, and were able to win more victories than any other country in the war against the monsters that started suddenly.

“The world once blamed the legalization of American gun possession, and it was America that was right, because only those with guns could survive when the monsters appeared. That’s why all the Hunters carry guns.”

Those who had won naturally began to flock to Texas, where the Texas oil fields were, the most important oil fields in the Americas.

“That’s how the smartest of the survivors knew where to go with there guns.” So until mid-2017, Texas was virtually the center of the United States.

“The major cities, Dallas, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, of the state of Texas were full of people.” All the survivors were in Texas, and the power gathered in Texas was beyond common sense.

“The army was gathered, of course. Everyone believed that this war would not last long.” So the Americans in Texas did not doubt that they could win, and establish a great America again, until the Black Dragon with blue eyes appeared.

“However, as soon as the Black Dragon came in, everything collapsed. Texas became Ground Zero. No one dared to deal with the Black Dragon. Texas was Hell at that time. It was even July 4th when it first appeared.” On July 4, 2017, with the appearance of the Black Dragon in Texas, virtually all functions of Texas were suspended.

“It was no different than the Independence Day movie. No, the scene that the Black Dragon vomited its breath was more shocking than the UFO spaceship shooting down the laser beam over the White House on Independence Day.” It was an age of despair. It was heavenly luck that the sky had given them to stop the era of despair.

“But it suddenly fell asleep in the vicinity of Lake Eagle Mountain in Fort Worth.” In Fort Worth, one of the most prominent cities in Texas and one of the major cities of survivors gathered in Texas, the Black Dragon fell to sleep.

“However, an Indian Cherokee said it was because of a crystal totem in Eagle Mount Lake.” The legendary relic, the Cherokee Totem, made the dreadful Dragon fall asleep.

“Of course, at the moment, everyone was distracted by the escape, and before the Dragon woke up, they ran away madly. Some to the west, some to the east, but the Black Dragon did not wake up. And then people started to change their minds.” It was a sign that bad luck often brought good luck.

“There are no monsters where the Dragon sleeps, and paradoxically Texas has become the safest place in the United States, because the Black Dragon is asleep.”

Animals could not live by the beast, but humans were animals that could live on cliffs as well as with the beasts if it meant surviving. The Black Dragon was no different. The fugitives flocked back to Texas. For those who had come so far, there was one absolute rule that everyone kept: never touch Cherokee Totem; never wake the Black Dragon from sleep.

“As long as the Cherokee Totem is safe, the Dragon will be the guardian of Texas. That’s the only rule you’ll have to follow in Dallas City from now on.”

Kim Tae-hoon, riding in a Ford truck, nodded at the words.

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3.

When the Black Dragon began to sleep in Fort Worth, the biggest beneficiary was Dallas, which was next door to Fort Worth. Dallas City had become virtually the center and the whole of Texas. Naturally, everything in Texas was gathered in Dallas City. Oil gathered, people gathered, and Hunters gathered.

Dallas City began to enjoy an unprecedented boom. The most popular thing in the boom was the bar. It was a natural procedure. Now, the best way to spend time in a boring world without baseball, football, or ice hockey was to play poker, darts, or chat with a red-faced drunk.

The same was true of a bar named Dallas Cowboy, located outside Dallas. The bar was crowded, even if it was outside of the city.

The bustle did not change much when a new Asian guest came alone. No one was very concerned that the man had two unique swords on his back. The bartender was the same. The bartender did not ask where he came from, what his nationality was, how hard it was to get there, what his job was, or if he was a Hunter. They weren’t something to be curious about in Texas.

“What would you like to order?” So the bartender spoke briefly and to the point.

“Coffee.”

But when the man answered, the mood changed a little. The bartender smiled awkwardly for a moment in front of this ridiculous order.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t sell coffee here.”

“Then a glass of hot water and a mug.”

The bartender cocked his head again, but it was not a statement of doubt. The bartender’s eyes were proof of it. There was no question mark in the bartender’s eyes.

A man approached in the strange atmosphere of the bartender and the Asian guest.

“Hey, there.” He was a man drinking from a large beer glass filled with beer nearby. “I don’t know where you came from, but this is a bar. There are only two things you can order. Drinks and women.”

Kim Tae-hoon said quietly at the words of the man filled with the smell of beer, “Jenny, Mitchell.”

At that moment the mood changed. Those who seated at a table far away from the bar moved. The men holding the glasses laid them down on the table, and the men who were not holding the glasses moved their hands toward the guns that were on their thighs or sides or at their backs. The atmosphere began to spread, eventually reaching the point of an Asian man who said the name, Jennifer Mitchell.

Click! The sound of a revolver hammer being thrown back entered the ear of the man in front of the bartender.

The bartender, who had not lost his courtesy in the midst of the situation, stared at the man with an eerie look on his face. “Where are you from?”

“Las Vegas.”

“What about the proof?”

At the cross-question of the bartender, he slipped his hand quietly into his trouser pocket.

As soon as he saw it, the bartender winked at the person who was pointing the gun at the customer in front of him: don’t pull the trigger, but if something suspicious appears in that pocket, pull it without delay.

The man took out a finely folded paper between the gruesome glances. To be exact, it was a movie poster cut off, a short-cut poster with only the leading actress. Inside the poster, a blond woman with emerald eyes wearing red lipstick was posing in a stiff posture. She was an indescribably charming, captivating woman.

The Asian man who took out the poster looked at it and then turned to the waitress who was looking at him from the corner of the bar.

“Jennifer Mitchell.”

Blam! Instantly, the gun went off, and with the shot, everyone pulled their guns in response. Dozens of guns locked on one place. The many eyes of those holding the guns also looked at that place. They could see that the man had snatched the bullet from the air as it was. No, to be exact, no one had seen it properly. It was something they could not see with simple eyes, done in an eyeblink

Instead, the man who grabbed the bullet with his hand dropped a small hunk of lead, clattering to the floor of the wooden bar, letting them guess what had happened before and after at that moment.

‘No way!’

‘Did he catch the bullet?’

It was an absurd situation. The man who did such a crazy thing in such a situation was still looking at the waitress, without even glancing at other people.

“Let’s start the briefing. Sooner or later, the Black Dragon will come to the city of Dallas. All the functions of Dallas will be paralyzed. Take control of the city of Dallas, aiming at the cracks.”

The waitress asked the man, “Who are you?”

The man spoke briefly at the question. “I’m Kim Tae-hoon, the Master of Mac Guild.”