Chapter 18: Punk City, The Boy and The Girl (4)

Two men and women exchanged breaths.

And they are using a suite room alone in a hotel called a sacred place for lovers.

What will happen between the two at this time?

“Did you sleep well, Sonia?”

“Mmm…”

Amon, who woke up early in the morning, asked Sonia after taking a shower.

Sonia answered as if complaining, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Unlike Amon, who wakes up early and goes to bed early because of early morning prayers, Sonia was weak in the morning.

The morning sunlight shone down on her like a spotlight, rubbing her sleepy eyes along with her messy hair.

The morning after the two became lovers.

Sonia was wearing cute animal pajamas.

It wasn't a mistake, they were really animal pajamas.

Not naked, not lingerie or a swimsuit, not disheveled, not the kind that are difficult to take off once you put them on, they were comfortable and cozy pajamas with no such function.

Although the two men and women developed into lovers and were alone in the room,

History did not happen between the two.

The reasons were varied.

First of all, the two were devout believers and valued premarital chastity.

It wasn't just for religious reasons.

In case a child was born, they were not confident that they could take good care of the child.

They have no parents, no backing, no property or house.

An unplanned pregnancy could have messed up their lives.

In addition, both of them had memories of being abandoned by their parents and being hurt.

As much as they were hurt, they wanted to do better for their children.

Therefore, they had no choice but to be cautious in their actions.

‘At least we need a safe house and a stable income.’

Before that, both of them had to endure.

But they weren't very sorry.

They are still young and have not been adults for even a few months.

There was no need to rush already.

- It's not the only way to confirm love!

Sonia also said that and took out cute pajamas.

So they peacefully greeted the morning.

However, the morning they greeted was a little different than usual.

Everything was incredibly beautiful for the two who had developed into lovers.

The morning sunlight on the second day at the resort,

A normal breakfast,

The scenery of the pool, which is no different from yesterday.

Everything was fresh and enjoyable.

Unlike yesterday, the two are having fun at the pool as real lovers.

A pink aura flowed between the two.

People's eyes were drawn to the appearance of a handsome man and a beautiful woman who seemed truly happy.

Before they knew it, they had become the protagonists of the pool.

Influencers who came to the resort all captured the appearance of the two handsome men and women on camera and shared them on SNS,

And that appearance was filtered out by an image search AI of a large company.

***

[Target found.]

Hickzen Group headquarters office.

Inside, the businessman who introduced himself as a Director at the orphanage received a report that had come up to his office.

Smoking a cigar in one hand and rubbing the buttocks of a woman in gorgeous clothes with the other.

He stopped the hand rubbing the woman and motioned her out of the office.

The polite appearance he had when he visited the orphanage was gone, and only an arrogant man remained in its place.

The arrogant Director grumbled as he put out the cigar he was smoking,

“Damn religious bastards. They hid them well.”

He threw the half-smoked cigarette into the trash can and arrogantly crossed his legs and answered the report that came to his mind.

“Prepare the special forces.”

[But there are Holy Knights. The risk of a head-on collision...]

“I’ll take care of it, so move quickly.”

[Yes!]

The communication was cut off.

As soon as the communication was cut off, the businessman called the prostitute he had sent out back in.

Rubbing the silicone-fat-latex triple-structured breasts that had been repeatedly remodeled to satisfy the man’s lust, the businessman muttered.

“Soon, the Secret Garden will be…”

The prostitute pretended not to hear the businessman’s muttering.

Because she knew that was the way to survive in this world.

The darkness of the city was so deep.

***

The enjoyable time at Blue Moon Resort came to an end after two days.

It was a very enjoyable experience for an unplanned, hurried trip.

The pleasure was doubled since it was a trip with someone else’s money.

As soon as they got into the car to go back, both of them passed out.

Sonia fell asleep leaning on Amon's sturdy shoulder.

The height of her head rest was so appropriate that she thought Amon and she were meant to be.

Amon also fell into a deep sleep in the scent of Sonia's lilac-scented crown.

In the pleasant rocking of the car, Amon dreamed of his previous life for the first time in a long time.

Even if it was a dream of a past life, it was ultimately a dream of leaving work, turning on the computer, and playing games.

‘I'll play Punk City 3 today,’

In his dream, it was the day he was playing 3.

Reason?

He didn't know.

It was just the day he was playing part 3.

He clicked the icon located on the far right among the three Punk City icons placed side by side on the desktop.

A familiar company logo passed by,

Various warning phrases to avoid legal liability also passed.

When the familiar main screen appeared, Amon pressed continue.

‘Where did I leave off last time?’

Amon often confused where he ended up because he played various series with various characters as he pleased.

As soon as the loading was finished, urgent music played.

The scenery passing by quickly to match it.

Amon’s character was in the car.

‘Car?’

There was only one scene where the car sped off in Punk City.

Amon instinctively looked to the right.

A one-eyed man, covered in assassination cyberware and magic tattoos, was riding a motorcycle, staring at Amon with red LED eyes.

‘As expected.’

It was a chase scene.

Early in the game of Part 3, the main character runs away from the company with a valuable item.

If Amon’s memory is correct, the next scene would be the ninja’s left arm whirring open and firing armor-piercing rounds.

And as expected, the one-eyed man on the screen turned his left arm towards Amon, the lid of his arm opened, and…

‘Huh?’

A sonic cannon came out.

“Duck!!!”

At the Priest’s shout that followed immediately, Amon reflexively ducked his head.

He didn't forget to protect Sonia's head.

As soon as he ducked his head, *Crash!* the car window shattered.

Feeling the glass dust falling on his head, Amon realized that this was not a game or a dream.

“No, why is a ninja suddenly appearing?!”

Sonia woke up from her sleep at the scream that replaced Amon's complaint.

Seeing the shattered car window and the ninjas running alongside the car, there didn't seem to be any need for an explanation of the situation.

She quickly came to her senses and looked for her gun.

“Ah, right. The trunk…”

The problem was that her gun happened to be in the trunk.

This was the same for Amon, so the two were unarmed.

Amon shouted at the Priest with his head bowed.

“Priest, do something!”

At Amon’s cry, the Priest’s urgent reply came back.

“I’m an Exorcist! I don’t know about ghosts, but I can’t catch people!!”

“No, then what’s with that left arm?!”

“It’s a big deal if I use this here!”

Maybe he had something like a demon sealed.

Since it was something he wouldn't use even in this life-or-death situation, there must be a reason, so Amon stopped asking about the left arm.

But that didn't mean he gave up hope for the Priest.

“What about the Holy Knights?!”

“Thanks to them taking care of it, the number of pursuers is this small!”

“Then what, can't you take off those glasses or open your eyes wide?!”

“Are you making fun of my small eyes in the middle of this??”

So it was.

The Squinting Priest just had small eyes.

With that question and answer, Amon gave up hope for the Squinting Priest.

After all, now was the time for Amon to push himself a little.

Before taking action, Amon asked the Priest.

“Priest! Whose car is this?!”

“It’s mine, why-“

Before the Priest could finish speaking, Amon kicked the door open and shouted.

“File a worker's compensation claim with the Vatican!!”

Due to the suddenly opened car door, the ninja who was trying to overtake the car flew off his motorcycle.

In return, the door of the Priest’s car was ripped off.

Looking at the receding back door through the rearview mirror, the Priest screamed.

“No! The installments aren't over yet!!”

Leaving the Priest’s scream behind, Amon wrapped the seat belt around one hand.

Before leaning out of the car, he shouted to the Priest.

“Open the trunk!”

Putting aside his mourning for the back door, the Priest opened the trunk.

Amon pulled the seat belt tight and secured it, then leaned out dangerously.

While the seat belt wrapped around his right arm held him, Amon opened the trunk of the moving car.

And he pulled out a case with only his left arm.

Amon returned to the back seat, scraping the case slightly on the road.

He took out Sonia's weapon and his own weapon from the trunk.

Sonia had a semi-automatic rifle, Amon had a three-section folding knife.

Even though they were weapons, both were second-hand, so the quality wasn't that good.

But the two were confident.

Pulling the bolt, Sonia asked Amon.

“Right, left?”

“Based on the direction I'm looking at now, left.”

“Then I’ll take the right.”

As the Priest had said earlier, thanks to the Holy Knights who came along as escorts, there were only three pursuers.

One of them was blown away by Amon along with the door, so there were two left.

The Priest stopped the two who were in battle stance.

“It’s dangerous, those guys are company ninjas! Not just mercenaries!”

“I can see. They must have been sent by the Hickzen Group.”

At Amon’s answer, the Priest was about to ask how he knew but stopped.

Honestly, in this context, there was no one other than the Hickzen Group who would send ninjas.

It was such an obvious fact that it was embarrassing to even call it reasoning.

Amon leaned out of the car again with that answer.

He slipped the knife between his fingers and analyzed the current situation.

Right now, Amon is being chased by the Hickzen Group.

Their goal is kidnapping.

If killing was the objective, the attack flying out of the opening left arm would have been something like a grenade or a rocket, not a sonic wave.

‘Thank goodness.’

Under these conditions, it’s possible.

Of course, no matter how overflowing Amon and Sonia’s talents were, it was impossible to defeat the Hickzen ninjas wrapped in the company’s latest weapons and money.

But escaping from them was not impossible.

Amon stretched his arm with the knife long behind him.

And he threw the knife horizontally like skipping stones.

*Whoosh!*

With a sound unbelievable coming from a knife, the ninja’s bike exploded.

Of course, even if the bike exploded, the ninja was fine.

The crystallization of corporate capital, wrapped in special alloys instead of protein, didn't even get a scratch from the bike explosion.

However, even the most skilled ninja cannot chase a car running at full speed with their bare body.

If that were possible, they wouldn't have appeared on a bike from the beginning.

The ninja, left alone in the middle of the highway, could only stare blankly at the receding Priest’s car.

When Amon returned to the back seat, Sonia, who had been leaning out the window, also came inside.

The bike of the ninja on the right, which she had decided to take care of, also had a flat tire and could no longer continue the chase.

“Good job, Sonia.”

Since the door on Sonia’s side hadn't been ripped off, her chest was deformed as she came back into the car, caught on the narrow car window.

Amon quickly engraved that scene in his mind and praised her.

“You're always amazing.”

It was a compliment in both shooting and size.

However, since it was a pleasant word for Sonia in either way, she replied with a smile.

After shaking off the ninjas’ pursuit and leaving the lagging ninjas’ handling to the Holy Knights, they continued on.

Even though one side of the door was ripped off, the windows were all broken, and there were scratches and knife marks all over, the car rolled just fine.

But the heart of the Priest driving the car was very complicated.

“My installments…”

Although Exorcists make a lot of money, they didn't earn enough to turn a car bought on installments into scrap metal in just one month.

While driving the car that was almost certainly going to be scrapped and seriously considering whether to request insurance processing from the Vatican,

Amon and Sonia’s conversation could be heard from the back seat.

Sonia put her gun back in the case and looked at Amon’s empty case with sad eyes.

“Aren’t you upset?”

It was an expensive knife, even if it was second-hand.

It cost Amon all his allowance for several years.

But Amon didn't mind at all.

“Is money important? Life is important.”

It wasn't empty words, he really thought so.

‘There's no save.’

If the knife he brought had been the one given to him as a graduation gift by his Swordsmanship Instructor, Amon would have hesitated.

But the one he brought this time was just a portable folding knife, so he could throw it without hesitation.

This wasn't the only reason.

“And you’re more important.”

“Amon…!”

Sonia blushed at Amon, who now spoke cheesy words without hesitation, now that they were lovers, and the Priest’s eyebrows twitched.

The back seat was filled with a pink aura thanks to Amon's line.

The Priest, already distressed by his car being wrecked, found the two extremely annoying.

Then, Sonia spoke to the Priest.

“Um, Priest. If you don’t mind, could you buy my Amon a new knife?”

Those words finally broke the Priest's precarious reason.

“Sonia.”

“Yes?”

“Do you have no conscience?”