Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 236: Farming Mindset

"Is this the spot?" I asked the old man, squinting at the big industrial complex. It was massive, and the sheer size hit me with the realization of the serious cash these gangs were pulling in to operate on this place.

"Yes, Master," the old man nodded with a knowing look.

"This place right here is owned by a real scumbag that do shady stuff like human trafficking . But it goes way deeper. This crew runs a tight ship in Incheon Port, dabbling in all kinds of dark trades – drugs, guns, you name it. And it's not just about moving people; it's twisted, like modern-day slavery, forced labor, prostitution and even organ selling.

The big shot in charge is on another level, with connections all over the place, making him almost untouchable."

"Untouchable?" I chuckled at the old man's words. It was like he was painting a picture of some blockbuster movie villain, not realizing he was standing in front of the baddest of them all.

I mean, come on, I'm the boss here – the untouchable, the one with the cool soundtrack playing in the background every time I get some screen time.

"I'm sorry for what I said," the old man apologized, bowing his head as he realized he blurted out something he shouldn't have.

"It's alright, you're an idiot, so I don't blame you," I mocked him. This guy might be old, but he was a scumbag before, so I need to treat him like trash. I'll probably kill him once he's served his purpose.

I shifted my attention back to the Industrial Complex. Closing my eyes, I commanded all my crows and rats to check out the area.

Thanks to my expanded Mind Link, getting a mental map of the place was a breeze.

Turns out, it was crawling with gangsters and some workers thrown into the mix. The headcount alone surpassed a hundred, a real jackpot for me.

Just looking at their numbers got me thinking about counting the chickens before they hatched. I almost forgot about the golden opportunity I missed in that mansion.

"It's show time," I chuckled as I stepped out of the car. Feeling pretty confident in my skills, especially dealing with regular people.

Yeah, they might be packing guns, but I've got my Aegis Projection – easy peasy to block any bullets if they happen to notice me. But hey, I'm not planning on playing Rambo here. I prefer the safe and sound method of taking them out from the shadows. No need for a grand entrance.

Sneaking into the place, barely hovering above the ground, I moved like a phantom. The air was tense, but I took extra care not to make a single sound.

Then , I stopped at the edge of building, looking around to make sure there were no unexpected surprises hiding in the shadows.

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"That place is a good access point," I thought to myself as I lifted my head. Spotting sizable ventilation chambers on the roof, I figured flying would be a safer bet than waltzing in the front door.

Once I felt confident that the coast was clear, I got ready to go up.

In a smooth move, I flew off the ground without making a sound, like I was defying gravity. The night air whispered around me as I went up, my gaze locked onto the ventilation chambers.

When I got to the ventilation chambers, I saw a large spinning fan. I figured if I could stop it for a few seconds, I could slip through without any trouble.

So with ease, I tapped into my telekinesis, making the fan temporary stop. With the obstacle out of my way, I slipped through and, just like that, found myself inside.

'I feel like a bad-ass spy,' I couldn't help but feel excited after pulling off all these stealth moves. Sure, I could just go on a rampage and take out everyone here in a flash, but I'm doing this the smart way, avoiding leaving too many evidence that the culprit has some kind of supernatural ability.

'Oh, my first target,' I muttered to myself. On the virtual map, I could see more than a dozen people inside the room just below me. From this distance, I could easily use my telekinesis to take them down.

"Go, my beloved rats," I commanded one of the rodents tucked away in my pocket, instructing it to infiltrate the area room for reconnaissance. Then I close my eyes to synchronized my mind, tapping into their senses for a comprehensive view.

As my mind link with the rats provided me with vision, I observed a scene of people counting money. It wasn't just a small sum; I estimated it to be around a billion won. This must be the place where they handle their finances.

'Damn, they're loaded!' I quickly made a mental note to grab all that cash once I'm finished. I'm a pretty materialistic person, so I won't pass up on this opportunity at all.

"Our revenue's been on the rise, thanks to those other gangs getting massacred," a man with tattoos and piercings chuckled, fanning himself with the money.

"That's right. Those gangs must have ticked off someone big. Brutal Garden is done for, and the Seoul Dragon is also out of business. So now our gang is taking in all their previous business. What a lucky break for us."

"Now, if we can wipe out the White Eagle crew, we'll be the top dogs in Korea."

"Yeah, that arrogant pig should meet his end in that fancy mansion of his!" One of the gangsters spat in contempt. The White Eagle group was the place I visited a few hours back.

'Top dogs? More like Dead Dogs after I'm done with them.' I chuckled to myself.

I've been brainstorming ways to make this mission clean, and I think I just came up with a good plan.

"What the fuck! I can't move!" One of them screamed as he felt his movements being restricted by an invisible power.

"Hel—" Someone who panicked tried to scream, but before he could do so, he suddenly felt like a hand was stuffing his mouth.

They all looked bewildered by what was happening, and I couldn't blame them. Anyone would be scared if they suddenly experienced something this absurd. Sadly, they won't be able to know the truth because, well, they would be too busy being not alive soon.

CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

The chairs around them began to float. It whooshed and clinked, creating a lively tune of unexpected sounds.

*BAM! One gangster writhed in pain as a chair hit him in the head, as if someone was holding it and smashing it onto his ugly face.

"WHAT THE FUC—!"

*BAM!

*BAM!

*BAM!