Limit Breaker

The slums are always looking the same, and life is falling apart, so the same slums can catch your attention in no time.

That way, you can feel fast who the outsiders are, and those outsiders have always been the prey of the villagers.

In fact, there are not one or two people who committed a crime and fled to the slum, but made a ruckus and became corpses.

After all, with this notoriety, it's a way to save lives if you try to get in there with a bunch of criminals.

But...

"Hey, this is the famous New York Harlem furniture!"

An Asian man appeared, and the famous New York Harlem family, known for its crime lair, began to erupt.

"??"

Harlem's inhabitants focused their eyes on what a complete mess that is, where everyone's gaze was overly focused.

It was because the beauty of the Asian woman, the white woman next to her, was not ordinary.

Healthy Asian women emphasized the thighs and angles with shorts and black stockings, as well as black sleeveless sleeveless with shiny black hair.

White women with soft impressions wore natural blondes that didn't feel artificial at all, short miniskirts and long T-shirts that looked like panties even if they moved a little bit.

Although not the outfit to reveal herself like an Asian woman, the long t-shirt that covered even the very short miniskirt was making her look as fascinating as they would say.

"Gulp……."

Moreover, both sides hung up a huge chest called an HH cup, so someone swallowed a dry drink without even knowing it.

With a greedy feeling.

The Asian man with the flowers in his hands continued to speak loudly, not knowing whether people were paying attention, knowing, or not.

"Khhh! This place is a dumpster! Those scum smell like shit! Even the rats in this place look like shit! Kahahahaha!"

"!!"

"Heave!"

An Asian man who raises his voice and calls the slums "rat pups," as if he meant to listen to them all.

Ordinary citizens would have changed their teeth, but the residents of the New York slums were not great enough to put their heads together after hearing such insults.

"Hey, you. You're making me look so fucking cute."

Although he was dressed as if he had been worn for a long time, a group of Hispanic men with trained bodies and military knives gathered beyond him.

As everyone was doing drugs, their skin was bad and their dark circles under their eyes seemed like a bunch of bums because of me.

"Holy shit! Wait! That's it!"

The Asian man swung his nose, panicked, and took a step back.

"You stink, so why don't you just keep this distance? I'm not kidding. I almost threw up. Leah, I'm gonna take care of my nose."

"Yes, you can take over as much as you want."

The Asian man who came to that point pulled the blonde woman's body inward, pushing her nose into her hair and breathing heavily.

"Hah! Now I can live.... You're a Specialist, aren't you? Ability to suffocate or disgust your opponent with breath! Wow, you're just as dirty as rats!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Kill that bastard!"

If it was provocative, you could smile calmly, but the Eastern people seemed to insist that they were special systems capable of attacking with their mouths.

Heave-ho!

A group of Hispanic men pulled out their guns and pointed them at the Orientals.

"Leah, take care of it."

"Yes."

When I called out the name of the woman who smelled my hair earlier, she reached out her hand and solved everything.

Boom! Boom!

"Grrrgh!?"

The group of four or five struggle on their knees, broken by an invisible force, a mind-bending force.

"Kneel. This is the eye of you and me."

And then, the Eastern man who takes them seriously with his eyes down.

"Wow! The 9th of 10 BEST Ambassadors I'm dying to try!"

"Ahhhh...!"

"Ugh…!"

Orientals who rejoice at the sight of Hispanic men suffering as their ankles and wrists are bent, move away from the women, approach them, and begin to stomp with a powerful kick.

Pow, pow, pow!

"Ow! Ow!"

"Rats have to run around like rats, don't they?"

"Ahhhh!"

Though her wrists and ankles were broken, one Hispanic male tried to use his knees to hit her waist.

Wow!

The Asian man grabs his hair like that and starts poking his face with his knee.

Kwaek! Kwaek! Woojik!

"Where are these filthy bastards going to hug you? I'm supposed to be a beautiful woman to hug my body. I made it a law as soon as I was born. Do you understand?"

Then he slammed his face in his knees a dozen more times, and a Hispanic man, who was holding his legs with both arms in agony, eventually stretched out his arms and legs.

Fluffy...

After letting go of her hair, she was confirmed dead with a completely submerged face.

"Eeee ~? What is this? It's no fun to just die like this, right?"

The Asian man roughly kicks the body of the man he killed and returns to the women.

"Aki, clean it up."

"Gaaah! This is so dirty! I'll clean it up!"

An Asian woman called Akira took out her pre-existing wipes and wiped his hands clean, holding a man's hair.

"Is that all you got, slums? Are you trying to disappoint the first tourist Slum has seen and is looking forward to? Is that all you got?"

An angry flame erupts in the eyes of all the nearby slums in the Asian ambassador.

There's only two things they found out.

That Asian is not a slum inhabitant. And the reason he's here, not a slum resident, is because "slum tourism" is the purpose.

It's not just any slum, it's tourism.

"I've been looking forward to it ever since! The notoriety of New York Harlem, a lawless zone that blows each other to pieces for a little bit of drugs!"

I've come across a notorious slum.

However, seeing a group of Hispanics in a hurry, they did not come at it easily, and the anticipated Asian opened the bag that a woman named Leah had.

"You see, there's a bunch of fucking hundred-dollar bills in here! Millions of dollars, at least! You hit me and kill me, this money is all yours! Justice! Reward! I've given you every reason to attack me!"

Asian man, Jinwoo, looks at money and slums flick their tongues at the villagers.

However, this was not the end of Jinwoo's quarrel.

"If this is not good enough, I will give you an excuse you cannot refuse."

Choo-choo-choo

Then, whether he took out a defined machine gun in his arms, he pointed a gun at the crowd in one corner.

No way.

No way.

This is ridiculous.

Are you crazy?

People became absurd for a moment because of his irrational behavior.

He would, too, live in a slum in New York City where only the most famous poison is found.

Even on the outskirts, if an outsider gets into a commotion and runs away, the criminals in the slums who hear about it form a chase team to make sure they pay handsomely for their crimes.

The man who jumped, his family.

The New York slums must be feared and untouchable, and if the slightest hint of it is shallow, it is a delightful prey to the outside forces.

And an outsider would massacre in a New York slum like that?

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

"Grr!?"

"Aah!"

"Ugh!"

The villagers who believed in the slums' notoriety kept their positions, but they slaughtered people by pulling the trigger so quickly that they couldn't escape in the first place.

"Kahahahaha! You can tell the bastards you're listening! From now on, this body and slum will start a war!"

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!!

Peeping!

"Ow!"

"Run!"

The indiscriminate group fires bullets at those who put their heads out of the building, and those who didn't expect to see a shooting lunatic in broad daylight flee into Huddak.

What the fuck are you doing? I'm going to make you feel like a real pain in the ass! '

Jin Woo saw a novel that others used to say, "Phew, this character is so lame." What the hell is this? 'I had a memory of tilting my head.

And soon I understood.

'I don't know what the heck it is, so I'm just singing a song.'

Yes, his temper does not even fit into the shaft of the chaos.

"I'll make those who think they're strong feel uneasy about what real power is."

"Honey, don't forget the original purpose."

At the end of the second letter in Ycilia, Isaiah, who was using the pseudonym Leah, calmly Tiled.

After all these years of life, it seems impossible to be seen as an association.

"Yes. I'll do my best. Don't worry."

"Tsk. I worked so hard. Why are you only looking at Leah?"

"Hey, Aki! Are you squeamish? I'm sorry."

Three men and women stand out in the infamous New York slum for declaring war.

In their appearance, there was no sense of the crisis that the beehive or the giant wasp hive had been touched.

"Now, shall we go hunt some minnows?"

Jinwoo reloads and the slums head inward, becoming the starting point for the war he described.

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"Hey, any word on the outsiders yet?"

One of the leaders of the giant Billon organization that wrinkles New York Harlem Street, Iron Muscle sits on a high-end couch and confronts his men.

Skinheads with scars everywhere.

A black man with a muscle mass that can only be expressed as a muscle pig looked at him with a threatening face.

"I'm... sorry. I'm going to find out..."

"Your defenses are too strong. And even the best kids get picked off by them."

Their executives did everything they could to get information about members of the Roschild family, but they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming power of their light-sweeping power.

"Hmm……."

He seemed to have a threatening face on a muscle pig that would provoke him to anger, but he was able to distinguish between when and when he should be angry.

If you want to survive in this Harlem and find a force that no one can ignore, you must know how to rule your subordinates.

What the hell are you? Why are they looking for an outsider? There's something we don't know. '

He didn't know about Magnus' relationship with Rosschild, so he tried to find out anything about their relationship.

The pride of not being able to swing anything against those from the outside was the reason why Billon's gang wrinkling the slums, including Iron Muscle, couldn't get their asses up, despite the huge bounty.

"Leader... Leader!"

At that time, an organizer rushed into the conference room and opened the door.

"What's going on?"

"Outsiders……!"

"The outsiders? What did they do again?"

"N-no! Other outsiders are here for you!"

"Huh, I guess I'll have to gather all the big hands of the Harlem family. They're looking at us like we're water. So, what do these outsiders do this time?"

Iron Muscle asks again, making plans to make the Harlem family feel fearful once again.

"Th-those bastards are crazy! Kids say they're carrying a multi-million dollar bag, slaughtering if they kill themselves!"

"……. …… what? Say that again."

He briefly doubted his brain function.

Clearly, the ear made sense, but the head didn't make sense.

"I mean, you're carrying a bag of millions of dollars, and you're trying to kill yourself, and you're not distinguishing between organizations, zones, you're just killing all the visible kids!"

The member shouts in frustration, explaining again, and Iron Muscle bows for a moment.

"Huff... puff... puff... puff..."

Shitty! Shitty!

Immediately, Iron Muscle's clothes start to tear.

As his muscles swelled, his clothes, which was about to burst, could not overcome the massive muscles.

"Yes. We've been quiet for a while."

The world was frightened and frightened by the existence of the Samtaegeum, and the New York Harlem family's notoriety became stronger.

But you don't think there's anyone out there playing this game?

"Call all the other bastards! Kill all these fucking outsiders and reenact the Harlem family's notoriety!"

It doesn't matter whether they're on the same side or not.

The time has come to eradicate the wandering outsiders in their own backyard, and once again proclaim the New York Harlem notoriety that everyone feared.

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Looks like he's a late study enthusiast and an EBS specialist.

Actually, he didn't go to college.

Well, I don't worry about living without it, and I write my hobbies.

I just like hanging out with readers like this.

... now that the readers are yelling at me, I'll see you in a decade. At that time, you guys were screwed!