Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

"walk into."

After firing a chain of ammunition, Situang put away his general-purpose machine gun, picked up two submachine guns, loaded them with magazines, and led his men into the General Administration building.

At this time, the General Administration Building was in chaos. When Xituang and others came in, there were very few resistance forces here, and most of the South Korean police were hiding and fleeing for their lives.

There are people who want them to fight to the death, but they account for a very small proportion.

On a path leading upstairs, a policeman was nervously hiding at the door, holding a pistol tightly in his hand, intending to sneak up and attack when Situang and his men passed by.

He could already hear the faint sound of footsteps outside. His breathing became heavier and his body tensed.

However, just as his heart was beating faster, suddenly an object was thrown in from outside the door and rolled to the floor of the room.

It was a round grenade with small bumps on its surface and pre-made fragments engraved on it.

When the policeman saw it clearly, his mind went blank.

boom!
The floor shook and smoke from the explosion poured out of the door.

Xituang passed by here with an expressionless face, aiming the submachine gun in another direction.

There, two policemen who were preparing for a sneak attack had just revealed their bodies when they were faced with a barrage of submachine gun fire.

The submachine gun's extremely high firing rate emptied the magazine in a few seconds, and the two policemen who had poked their heads out to attack were shot like sieves, with bloody holes on their bodies. The splattering blood dyed the wall behind them red, and they fell to the ground like mud.

On the side, another genetic warrior holding a shotgun ran quickly, rushed around a corner, and pulled the trigger while dodging past.

A policeman who was hiding there and planning a sneak attack saw a flash of fire before he could react, and he lost all consciousness.

The policeman was hit by a shotgun at close range, his upper body was smashed, and his head exploded like a watermelon. He died a horrible death.

In the corridor, the last genetic warrior walked slowly forward carrying a heavy explosion-proof shield.

"Go to hell asshole."

"Shit, you lunatics, die quickly!"

"Kill them."

Several South Korean policemen shouted and fired wildly with their pistols.

The bullets made dents on the heavy explosion-proof shield, and cracks as fine as melon fibers appeared inside the bulletproof glass above.

If it was replaced with a rifle, it would indeed be able to penetrate it, but the low-speed bullet fired from a pistol still lacks power.

The genetic warrior held a shield and placed it in the aisle while the policemen finished firing a volley of bullets and were busy reloading. He then leaned forward, holding an AK rifle and pulled the trigger.

With just half a magazine, several policemen fell down, and the 7.62mm bullets pierced their bodies. If they were hit by a few bullets with a pistol, they might still survive, but there was basically no such possibility with a rifle, not to mention that the genetic warriors hit the vital parts.

The three genetic warriors of Xituang advanced all the way, killing almost anyone who stood in their way, and their momentum was unstoppable.

The police officers in the Police Headquarters Building were defeated. In front of the genetic warriors, their so-called desperate efforts were just sacrifices in vain.

After all, the police officers who dare to fight are only a minority among the minority, and it is difficult to find one among ten people.

These South Korean policemen usually deal with various police cases, mostly trivial matters such as fights, and they never need to use guns. Their training in marksmanship is also sparse. At this critical moment, facing the genetic warriors with heavy firepower, these South Korean policemen were terrified.

Some of the police officers who were resisting had no idea what was going on. They just knew that criminals had broken into the General Administration building, but they had no idea what the enemy's deployment was.

When they thought it was just a knife-wielding gangster, it was too late to regret when faced with the black muzzle of the genetic warrior's gun, and they were directly killed by the bullet.

The genetic warriors were relatively restrained in their actions; they had no intention of revealing their true identities right now. Otherwise, if they had displayed their full strength, all the police officers in the building would have been slaughtered.

After simply clearing out the resistance forces, two genetic warriors stayed behind in the headquarters building to resist subsequent police reinforcements.

Xituang took Jin Changming with him and prepared to find the target this time.

"Where is your director?"

In a room, Situang kicked the door open.

There were several trembling policemen inside, both men and women. When they saw Xituang, they screamed.

"If you shout again, I'll kill you."

Xituang swept his cold eyes over. Facing the cold muzzle of the gun, several policemen quickly covered their mouths, and a female police officer was sobbing quietly.

"We are clerks, please don't kill us."

There were female police officers crying, and there were male police officers who bravely answered back. They were not equipped with guns and did not dare to resist at all.

"Where is your director? Take us up."

Xituang grabbed a male policeman at random and asked him to lead the way without any explanation.

The male policeman didn't dare to resist at all and could only lead the way in fear.

The Police Headquarters has more than ten floors, and the director's position is on the eighth floor.

When Situang went up, he saw no one in the director's office.

"Sir, the target person is hiding in the toilet on the twelfth floor."

At this time, a voice came from the walkie-talkie worn on Situang's chest. Another genetic warrior seized the monitoring room of the Police Headquarters Building and found out the location of the Gwangju Chief.

Xituang took Jin Changming to the women's restroom on the twelfth floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Situang kicked open the tightly closed toilet doors one by one. In the last cubicle, a fat policeman with a big belly was hiding. He was exactly what Situang was looking for.

"Boss Xitu, he is Park Dong-hyun, the director of the Gwangju Office."

Jin Changming quickly pointed out Park Dongxian. Even though he saw him with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it.

He actually broke into the headquarters building, fought his way up and captured the Gwangju Police Chief alive. He would never dare to do such an outrageous thing in his dreams.

Situang grabbed Park Dong-hyun, the chief of the Gwangju police station, by the collar and dragged him out of the cubicle.

"Shit, what do you want to do, you little brat? I'm the chief of the Gwangju Police Department. If you touch me, I'm doomed."

Park Dong-hyun kept struggling, his face full of fear.

His brain was racing wildly at this moment, wondering when he had offended such a strong man who actually broke into the police headquarters building to deal with him.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out what the problem was. He couldn't possibly take the risk of offending such a crazy and desperado!

"Park Dongxian, right? Who gave you the order to attack the Ronan faction and destroy the goods in the Ronan faction's warehouse?"

Xituang squatted down and pulled out the dagger tied to his calf. The bright dagger reflected Xituang's cold eyes, which made Park Dongxian shudder. "Are you from the Jake Group?"

Park Dong-hyun seemed to understand something and guessed Xituang's origins.

With a look of horror in his eyes, he finally realized who he had offended, and all his fat began to tremble.

Swish!
The Situang dagger slashed across Park Dong-hyun's palm, and two fingers fell off.

"I am the one asking the questions and answering the questions."

Park Dongxian screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered. He had no willpower at all, even worse than the underworld boss of the Yutai faction. Before Xituang could continue to torture him, he cried and shouted, "It was the Li family. The Li family told me to do it. It's none of my business. I didn't mean to mess with your Jeko Group!"

"Li family, which Li family?"

Sithuon frowned and raised the dagger again.

Jin Changming, who was behind him, heard the name of the Li family, his face changed slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "The Li family, is it the Li family of the Samsung Group?"

"Yes, yes, that's the Li family. They called me the other day and asked me to solve the smuggling channel of the Jieke Group. They sent me a large sum of money. How could I, a small police chief, refuse the Li family's business?"

Park Dong-hyun nodded repeatedly and explained everything.

"It's really the Li family."

His guess became a reality, Jin Changming took a deep breath and looked shocked.

Because this name has an unparalleled deterrent effect on every South Korean.

On the side, Situang had already killed Park Dongxian with a dagger. Even though the other party begged for mercy frantically and was willing to sacrifice all his wealth, Situang did not hesitate for even a second.

"Samsung Lee family, I've heard of this name, the one that produces mobile phones and screens."

Xituang wiped the blood from the dagger on Park Dongxian's clothes, put it back to his calf, and then stood up.

"Not only that, they are involved in all walks of life in South Korea and are the largest and most powerful chaebol in our country."

Jin Changming was extremely shocked. As a South Korean, it was impossible for him not to know South Korea's Samsung Group and the Lee family that controlled this commercial aircraft carrier.

In South Korea, Samsung Group's revenue is equivalent to 20% of South Korea's GDP. Its business scope covers consumer electronics such as smartphones and televisions, components such as chips and lithium-ion batteries, clothing, hotels, resorts, construction, life insurance, advertising, shipbuilding, aviation and weapons technology.

Looking around the world, business giants like South Korea's Samsung Group are extremely rare. Their economy has completely hijacked South Korea, so South Korea is often nicknamed the Samsung Republic by the outside world.

If one had to use one sentence to describe the Samsung Group and its ubiquitous influence on South Korean society, it would definitely be this: South Koreans cannot live without three things in their lives: death, taxes, and Samsung.

This shows how powerful the Samsung Group and the Lee family that controls this chaebol are in South Korea.

They truly share weal and woe with the country. It can be said that presidents come and go, but Samsung remains.

As long as the South Korean political system remains unchanged, there will naturally be a living environment for the Samsung Group, and the Lee family will be able to act as the man behind the scenes to manipulate South Korea's economy and politics and plunder the country's wealth.

Xituang was not a South Korean, so he didn't take it seriously and continued walking outside.

"Boss Xitu, why don't we just stop here? That's the Li family."

Kim Chang-myeong had never been so frightened before. The Samsung Lee family was a huge mountain that South Koreans could not escape from when they were born. He was terrified from the bottom of his heart.

“What’s wrong with the Li family? Do you have a good impression of the Li family?”

Sitoon turned his head and looked at him.

"No, no, but that is the Li family after all. They are different from ordinary companies. They are the largest chaebol in our country. Their influence permeates every aspect, just like your Jieke Group."

Jin Changming shook his head repeatedly. He naturally had no good impression of the Lee family. Most South Koreans actually didn't have a good impression of the Lee family either, but they had no choice but to try their best to join the Samsung Group.

"How can he, Samsung, compare with us?"

Xituang suddenly turned his head and stared at Jin Changming. His eyes, as cold as a knife, scared Jin Changming.

"Yes, yes, yes. Samsung Group can't compare."

Jin Changming was afraid that Xituang would shoot him, so he nodded hurriedly.

Xituang snorted coldly and said, "Before the arrival of the Jeko Group, our local people lived in poverty. After the arrival of the Jeko Group, our lives became colorful and better day by day. Can the Samsung Group compare?"

"Well, that's really not possible."

Jin Changming thought about it and felt that there was indeed no comparison.

Because of the existence of Samsung Group, they have hijacked South Korea's economy and controlled the income of South Korean people.

South Korea is a developed country, but judging from its diet, we can see that kimchi is regarded as a treasure, and Chinese side dishes can be served as state banquets here.

Samsung Group suppresses people's income. As long as people's income is not enough to survive, they will work hard all their lives to make ends meet.

Since Samsung Group possesses a huge amount of wealth, the people must be subject to them and contribute their productivity to their labor.

In this way, a balance is maintained, which remains unchanged for hundreds or thousands of years. Wealth is used to control the people and make them serve oneself for their entire lives.

Many South Koreans may not understand this truth, but joining the Samsung Group is their only choice, because other companies do not treat them as well as the Samsung Group. A large number of innovative companies with development opportunities have been suppressed and bankrupted by Samsung, which has eliminated its competitors and prevented them from growing and developing. Samsung's position in South Korea is irreplaceable.

"Also, you got one thing wrong. The JECO Group is more than just a company."

Xituang patted Jin Changming on the shoulder, looked at the reinforcements coming outside, heard the shrill sirens, and sneered: "His Samsung Group is a chaebol, so it's awesome, right? Then come and see what a warlord is. Our Jieke Group is also good at business wars, especially against chaebols."

Jin Changming's brain seemed to be electrified and his whole body shuddered. This sentence pointed out the key to the problem.

"He's just a little bastard from the United States. Is this all you know about our JECCO Group?"

Xituang looked a little disdainful. The United States was afraid of them, let alone the Samsung Group. Jin Changming compared the Samsung Group with the Jeko Group, which made him feel that this was the worst insult the Jeko Group had ever received.

Jin Changming's eyes were clear at this time. He thought of the Kaka era of military dictatorship in South Korean history and the famous violent rule. As the saying goes, my name is Doo Hwan, and I beat the people so hard that they screamed.

The chaebols at that time did not dare to show any signs of anger. They were as obedient as sheep, fearing the six sticks per second from the military and police.

Thinking of this, Jin Changming quickly stood at attention and said to Xituang loudly: "Boss Xitu, I yearn for the Jieke Group the most. I am loyal to President Su! Loyal! Loyal!"

Jin Changming shouted three times, with a very respectful face, fearing that Xituang would have a problem with him.

Xituang smiled and nodded, "Okay, follow me, we should go."

"Yes!"

The two of them went downstairs, got into the car with the other two genetic warriors, and drove out of the General Administration Building at high speed. With superb driving skills and several car changes, they entered a crowded shopping mall, shook off the pursuing police, and escaped. (End of this chapter)