Greatest Son-in-law

Chapter 34: Search for old friends

Hansen appears to be walking on a black market under a bridge in the southern part of the capital.

The market was filled with illegal goods, which were sold at varying prices. While the people who make transactions there mostly come from among thieves, robbers, delinquents, thugs, and some other types of criminals.

'Are you really hiding here, Oliver?' Hansen seemed hesitant after seeing a group of hoodlums fighting blows to fight over a weapon.

"The soup is mine!"

"I've offered a pretty high price. So just give up sir," The fat man with the black-bottomed dragon tattoo all over his arm and face seemed to be clutching hard a burly man with a scratch on his face.

"I'm the one who saw it and offered it first, so don't be like me!" The burly man forcibly removed the grip of the fat man before him, then struck with all his might with emotion.

Damn it!! The fat man did not budge in the least, and the man who hit him instead cried out in pain.

"Gurgh!"

"Is your stomach made of iron!" the burly man with the injured finger looked irritated and fluttered his arm.

"..." - ".The fat man smiled cunningly and immediately stepped forward, then returned the blow of his target. His movements are quite fast, not in accordance with his body size. Until making his target can not avoid even one punch.

The fat man continued to beat his prey without the slightest pity. The ring tipped like thorns durian fruit that he wore also scratched the body of his victims to bleed so much.

Taps! The fat man stomped on the body of his victim and said, "This is the price of fighting Big Iron!" the fat man took out a short barrel gun from inside his pants pocket and shot the trigger straight away.

Darr!

"Based on amateur thugs, how dare he deal with the group of black dragons!" muttered the criminals who were wandering around the illegal goods traders.

"I'm going to buy this" a shabby-clothed man with a hoodie and a clown mask on his face appears to be paying for a long-barreled rifle that Big Iron has been aiming for.

The gun dealer did not take issue with the matter and immediately handed his rifle into the hands of the masked man who appeared to be covered in black gloves. And the reason why the masked man got his rifle, was because he dared to pay more than other customers offered.

"How dare you touch that gun!" the fat man pointed his gun at the man, and pulled the trigger without warning.

Darr!

The hoodie and masked clown man glanced at Big Iron for a moment, then pulled the trigger of the long-barreled rifle he had just bought at an unreasonable hand speed.

Darr!!

Klangh!!! the bullet, which had been directed at the man, bounced off in the other direction because it had collided with the man's bullet.

"Ba ... how do you .... ,"

Darr! the masked man returned fire just as Big Iron wanted to shoot him again, and managed to hit his gun before the trigger was pulled.

Woosh

It's duakk!!! The masked man shot forward as hard as the wind, then hit hard Big Iron's stomach until pushed back to hit the table owned by one of the merchants.

"..." everyone fell into a stiff silence when they saw the man manage to hit Big Iron with just his bare hands.

"Curtain!"

"Weak!" the masked man walked away, and into the crowd of consumers.

'The move!?' Hansen immediately ran after the masked man, but after stepping far enough, the red laser which was a sign that he was being targeted by a sniper arrived to rain all parts of his body. At that time his position was surrounded by a towering and quite long flats. And the sniper who targeted him, scattered in every room in the flanking house that flanked the path.

"If you step a little closer, then your life will be over right then and there!" the masked man Hansen was following appeared to be stopping his steps and uttering threatening words.

"Tu .. wait a minute, Oliver!"

"It's me, your commander!" Hansen raised his hand in panic.

"I'm not an oliver, and in my group no one has that name. You may have misidentified the man, sir," the masked man resumed his steps.

"Tu .. wait a minute!"

"If you're not Oliver, then ... ,"

"..." the man paused for a moment, then turned his body and immediately put his new rifle on. "Are you a government man!?" from his tone it was clear that he was feeling annoyed.

"If I answer yes?" hansen asked to make sure.

"You're gonna lose your life right now!" threaten the man with annoyance.

"Are you not afraid of the law?" hansen asked to make sure.

"No matter what we do, the law will remain hostile to us!" the masked man replied without hesitation.

'This man looks so serious, if I act rashly then I will end up.' Hansen glanced at the laser marker that was still burning swarming his body. 'Fuck, exactly how many people are there!?'

'Is he not already unrelated to his student!?'

'Lantas, who is this person!?'

There were two paths that occurred in Hansen's mind at the time, to retreat and fight back by holding the man before him as a hostage.

"If you try to attack me, and intend to take me hostage, then forget it!"

"Because of our group, it's not that naive!" the masked man confirmed.

Tap tap tap, black gloves falling from the balcony windows in each stacking house. And the group of snipers who were initially hiding behind the window showed themselves one after another, while showing off the red scorpion symbol on the back of their right hand. And of course, they were also still in a position ready to pull the trigger of their rifles.

'Sorpion Group!?' Hansen stepped back slightly in shock, and everyone immediately moved to aim at Hansen simultaneously. If Hansen stepped just a little more, then that person would pull the trigger simultaneously.

'Fuck!'

'It looks like Oliver is involved in the Scorpion group!' Hansen was dripping cold sweat around his forehead as he felt cornered.

'Against this many snipers, not my skills!'

'I have to back off!' Hansen sighed and said. "Ah, sorry sir. I really didn't mean to offend you. But to be honest, I am a government man and have no intention of fighting. If you don't let me go any further, then I'll go.

"We've shown our true selves, you think we'll just let you go!?" the masked man threatened Hansen without hesitation.

'Shit!'

'I think I mispronounced!' Hansen began to panic.

"If you claim to be an ordinary citizen, we will keep you in custody. All because you already know our hideout!'

'If you want to stay alive, then be our prisoner and don't try to fight back.' the man reaffirmed.

"It seems like I have no other choice huh," Hansen raised his hand and remained silent.

"Cuff him!" sniffed the masked man.

Check it! a burly man without a mask who was a member of the Scorpion sniper group jumped down and immediately put a handcuff on Hansen's arm.

After being handcuffed, Hansen was brought into the room at the end of the flats on the right side of the street. Then they were taken to the secret stairs to the basement that became their hiding place.

Tap tap tap ....

Hansen was escorted by dozens of Snipers as he stepped down the stairs.

At the end of the stairs is seen a room that almost resembles a bar with a round table and circular chairs that are widely spread.

And in each of those nearly countless chairs, there were several men and women with the Scorpion emblem on the back of their hands.

All eyes were on him, even a burly man in charge of being a bartender was giving off an aura of hostility towards Hansen.

'Their faces look foreign.'

'It's very clear that they're not retired Red Eagle. But this man's ability .. ," Hansen glanced at the back of the masked man who walked ahead of him while continuing his steps as he continued to be pushed by the snipers behind him.

'They're not Oliver's people, who they are!' Hansen continued walking with extreme curiosity. Instead of trying to escape, he is currently only interested in uncovering who the founder or mastermind behind the emergence of the Scorpion group.