Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast

Chapter 49: I’m Coming to Meet You (2)

Chapter 49: I’m Coming to Meet You (2)

Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast – 49

EP.49 I’m Coming to Meet You (2)

Bubbling—

Splash!

Parang’s head popped up above the water’s surface.

This should be the right place.

She looked around.

Mountains, mountains, mountains, mountains.

Well, it’s the Korean Peninsula. She must have come quite far down the river.

The thick mist added to the atmosphere, making it quite a sight.

But why on earth did they call her to a place like this?

It was an obviously suspicious location, far from Parang’s home.

Did they really think she would come?

…She thought, if not for her recent experiences, she would have come here knowing nothing.

‘Ah, a secret scout, something like that,’ she would have thought.

So blatantly suspicious that it didn’t seem suspicious at all.

The name value of the World Government also played a part.

No matter how shady or unpleasant it felt, it was still the government.

‘Surely the government wouldn’t call me out here to assassinate me?’ It was a clever exploitation of a perfectly normal thought process.

However, such a clever move is useless if the opponent is fully aware of the trick.

Just knowing that the government intended to kill her put Parang a step ahead in the game.

If Silo hadn’t contacted her first, who knows what might have happened.

Anyway.

Parang emerged from the water and looked around.

Nothing seemed particularly suspicious.

From now on, Parang planned to act in front of the World Government.

She would become an innocent B-rank Hunter who knew nothing.

A simple, ordinary citizen Hunter Yu Parang, excited to have a chance to connect with the World Government thanks to her big achievement.

She repeated to herself internally,

‘I am a nobody… I am a nobody…’

“Everyone, she’s really clumsy. If you trip her, she falls right over, and if you steal her food, she gets all gloomy.”

Ugh, why did that suddenly come to mind?

Parang, now genuinely feeling like a nobody, shook her head and changed into a suit.

Hmm, nothing much around here, but the meeting place is…

“Nice to meet you.”

“Ahhhhhhh!!!”

A voice suddenly came from behind!

Parang was so startled she nearly flipped over.

Where did this person come from?

Barely managing to suppress the activation of ‘Departure,’ Parang glared at the person in front of her.

They wore a uniform that looked like an officer’s, with the World Government insignia. Their face was completely covered by a white mask with no eye holes, making them unrecognizable. Long black hair, and the body shape suggested they were female…

Most notably, they had an overwhelming number of medals. On their shoulders, chest, and arms. It was clear they were someone of high rank.

In any case, a government person. A bad person. A dangerous person.

Parang heightened her alertness to the maximum while continuing her act as a nobody.

“Wh-who are you?!”

“Are you Hunter Yu Parang?”

A monotonous voice, often heard at bank counters, without any inflection. It was slightly modulated, with a hint of mechanical sound, making it sound gender-neutral.

Clearly, this person looked high-ranking and secretive.

“Are you Hunter Yu Parang?”

The same monotonous tone as before. Lost in her thoughts, Parang forgot to respond.

She needed to act as flustered as possible. If they found out what she knew, they would kill her immediately. That would ruin everything.

And she was a bit miffed that they responded to her question with another question.

So she deliberately gave a half-hearted answer.

“Oh, yes. Are you?”

“…Confirmed.”

Although the mask hid their eyes, Parang could definitely sense it.

This woman had just glanced at the river behind Parang.

“Follow me.”

So they weren’t planning to ambush her here.

That gave Parang a bit of leeway.

“Excuse me, but who are you? Are you really from the government?”

“Yes.”

“Ah… Could you at least briefly tell me why you called me here today? I haven’t been told anything. It’s not something bad, is it?”

“No. Hunter Yu Parang. We just want to cooperate with you. This is off the record, but I also enjoy watching your broadcasts.”

Ah, cooperation. Of course.

You send a strike team to someone you want to cooperate with?

Naturally, you’d enjoy the broadcasts. You’d be watching them closely to find any weaknesses.

Parang snorted inwardly.

In her mind, the mini Yu Parangs were fully prepared to take down the government with all their might.

Under a barren field, countless mini Parangs were holding torches, farm tools, and cooking utensils, each determined.

Still, there was one hopeful fact she gleaned from the recent exchange.

The government still didn’t know that Parang had caught on to their malicious intent.

Parang’s confidence increased by +1.

Still, she disliked the government, so the woman in front of her was internally demoted to ‘government wench.’

But she had to do what she had to do. She responded earnestly.

“Wow, really! It’s an honor!”

“The honor is mine to meet you. It’s difficult to talk here, so could you follow me?”

How urgent must it be for her to ask twice? Well, it made sense.

With their limited information on Parang, it was much better for them to bring her to their home ground.

Here, Parang could consider the possible scenarios.

They could be broadly divided into three.

I saw those numbers again.

First, the World Government attempts to assassinate her.

Second, the World Government tries to capture, kidnap, or neutralize her.

Third, the World Government attempts to persuade her.

The further down the list, the lower the probability and the greater the potential benefit for Parang.

Having already planned for each scenario, Parang quietly trudged along.

She followed the government wench with a bit of tension.

They walked endlessly along the mountain path.

Swimming six hours a day had given Parang stamina far beyond that of an average person.

She remained vigilant for any potential snipers, using her peripheral vision, hearing, and intuition to stay alert without showing it.

At the same time, she climbed the steep mountain path, which showed no signs of maintenance.

After walking for a while, something man-made finally appeared before Parang’s eyes.

Barbed wire, thick outer walls, and despite being camouflaged in the mountains, the exterior was painted gray.

It was the quintessential ‘secret mountain base.’

It looked like the kind of place where if you caught a passing bad guy and interrogated him, he’d spill its location immediately.

Since there were no gunshots on the way here, the possibility of ‘assassination’ among the three scenarios Parang considered slightly decreased.

“Please wait a moment.”

The government wench walked up to the barbed wire and fiddled with something.

Peeking over her shoulder, Parang saw her open something that looked like a circuit breaker and press some buttons inside.

Soon, a cold male voice came from the speaker inside.

“Blood, tears.”

The government wench responded.

“Poison, water.”

Beep— Clunk.

An alarm sounded once, and the door opened. It seemed to be a password.

Parang cautiously stepped inside. The teleportation device in her suit pocket was ready at any moment. Of course, ‘Departure’ hidden in her hair was also prepared.

“There is still no technology that can block or distort warp.”

This was confirmed by Silo.

If it was impossible with Silo’s technology, it would be impossible for anyone on Earth.

There was no worry about her escape being blocked.

The warp station Parang planned to use was already secured by Silo, so there was no risk of trouble upon arrival.

She had brought two warp devices, one within easy reach and another hidden deep in her clothes.

This was to minimize any situation where her safety might be compromised.

She nervously headed inside the barbed wire gate.

Earlier, the foliage and trees had obscured her view, but the interior was slightly different from what she had imagined.

What she saw upon entering resembled a U.S. military base from a movie she had seen in her previous life.

In one corner, muscular men and women were doing push-ups in rows, while on the other side, there were well-maintained, shiny military weapons.

As someone who didn’t know much about the military, Parang’s impression was that the wheeled things were tanks, and the pointy things were… missiles?

Tents were set up here and there, casting shadows, and a few burly men and women were resting, fanning themselves.

They paid no attention to Parang, suggesting they had been informed in advance.

Parang carefully observed their eyes and expressions.

‘They don’t seem to be under any sort of spell or anything.’

They were clearly robust soldiers.

Parang pretended to be suitably impressed and continued to follow the government wench.

Then they arrived in front of a bunker.

This time, the government wench took out a card key from her pocket and held it to the keypad next to the door.

She then leaned close and stared at the keypad.

It seemed to be some sort of iris recognition or something similar.

“Turmeric powder.”

“Let there be light.”

Another password.

Then came the clunk, rumble, and whirring of the door opening, and Parang was able to enter the secretive and gloomy forest base of the World Government.

Inside was a drab gray hallway with not a single person in sight.

The path split and intersected at several points, with no signs to guide the way.

Yet the government wench navigated without a moment’s hesitation.

Parang tried her best to memorize the path as she followed.

They walked for quite a while.

Finally, Parang and the government wench arrived at a thick-looking iron door.

“Please, go in.”

As soon as the door opened, the corridor turned at a right angle, hiding the interior from view.

Parang followed the government wench inside.

What she thought was an L-shaped corridor turned out to be Z-shaped, ensuring that the interior could never be seen from the outside.

Finally, Parang followed the government wench through the corridor and saw the room.

The entirely gray room was filled with various machines that greeted Parang.

There was a chair resembling a surgical table with multiple sharp arms, a bed with chains, and a brazier heating up in one corner.

There was also a bathtub and a toilet.

In each corner, there was a surveillance camera, making a total of four.

The walls were lined with bizarre metal objects.

‘Ah.’

Only then did Parang understand the World Government’s intentions.

Why they had called her to this remote place, why they hadn’t killed her immediately.

What they wanted from her.

It was obvious just by looking at this space.

‘It’s my first time in a torture room.’

What would she have done if she hadn’t brought ‘Departure’?

Clang.

She heard the sound of the iron door locking behind the corridor she had passed through.