Descent of Demon god

The meeting room of Yongcheon Group, Jenam-si.

The middlemen who realized that the secret dungeon was a fake couldn't help but get angry.

Who would have imagined that the executive hidden in the safe house would know the wrong information?

"I can't let the Pope be executed!"

"We need to get them out of here now!"

He said with a look of resentment at some mediums' claims.

"...... I understand that, but this is a trap."

It was clearly a trap aimed at the Catholicism.

And out of many places, they decided to execute him in the State Department of the capital.

It was the center of the government of the Republic of China.

If you try to get them to leave, not only will you be exposed to public opinion, but you will, of course, be pretending to be with the government.

"Are you suggesting we avoid execution on their own terms? He is our Lord! He is the Lord of the Catholic Church."

Seo Hyun, the general manager of the autopsy, was somewhat favorable.

The answer to his question was an anti-hyaline of the echinoma.

"Calm down, you know that's not what Director Hwan meant."

"Ha…"

"If we rescue the Pope, it's obvious that we did it. This can also compromise the Ministry of Defense's agreement with Heavenly Mother."

It was clear what they were after.

This will force the government to ignore the treaty.

The Ministry of Defense is strongly pushed, but if it rescues the parishioner who is to be executed this time, it will face reprimands from the State Department of Commerce.

"I can't believe these guys are doing this again!"

The deepest thing was his son, the Jewel Jewel.

If the esteemed father and the leader of the Catholic Church were to be executed by their cowardly plots, he would be greatly humiliated.

"Is that all?"

She opened her mouth while watching their conversation.

Everyone's gaze was focused on him.

"What do you think?"

Thousand Yeon asked Vice Principal Biakhun, who was standing next to her.

He bites his lip and quietly mutters his anger.

"...... I don't think it's just a question of whether we can save them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I asked him if he had any doubts.

"Maybe their intentions are something else."

"Gene's?"

"Their goal is to make sure that the university is completely out of control of government and public opinion. It shouldn't be difficult in any way to dress like we broke into the State Department."

"Ah…"

The middlemen sighed at his words.

Even Huyun Faithy's blood history, which was written by the bishop before, was also something that happened to their jokes.

Even if they do not rescue the parishioner, they will probably do the same.

"It's what they want after all!"

It was literally a setback.

No matter what choice I made, I had to take the risk of public opinion getting worse.

"Is there no way?"

I shook my head helplessly at the question of the Jewel.

"....... I think we should choose a car."

"Tsk…"

It means we know it and we're headed for a trap.

It was better to rescue the bishop at all costs if it was to be the work of the enemy.

"I'm sorry."

It was also hard to think of a sharp number. The Muslim Association will be investigating the trends of the Catholic Church, including the Yongcheon Group, ever since they reported on the news about the execution. Whether or not the Catholic Church will come as Secretary of State.

When everyone was dumbfounded, she opened her mouth again.

"Are you willing to move only by the choices they make?"

"Yes?"

All the middlemen had to wonder.

The number of enemies was subtle.

It was designed to be an act of Catholicism if only they could escape.

"But my ancestor, There is no right way. Taking back the principal without affecting the principal..."

"They're trying to find answers in the framework they built, so there's no answer."

"If so?"

I was curious about the Heaven Jewels and the Middle Church, and I said to them with sharp eyes.

"Remember, if you are struck by an enemy, you will be rewarded accordingly. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

* * *

Execution date of Chairman Cheon Woo-jin of the former Black Sky Company.

Execution was determined to be an authentic method of the neutralizing government, blindfolded shooting.

The title "Criminal Criminal in the Blood" of Hyun Paisi, a so-called Great Event, has focused on the attention of three.

Two hours before execution,

Law enforcement adjacent to the courthouse.

Someone was on the roof of the prison, smoking a cigarette, and calling me on my smartphone.

"Yes. I've arranged it just as you said."

The man with the hanging voice was dressed as a law enforcement officer at the prison.

The name of the tag is Pan Jun-young.

When I looked at the class of views, I could see that it was the deputy warden of the prison.

No problem, right?

I heard voices modulated by speakers on my smartphone.

There was no winner, but Pan Jun-young, deputy warden, replied familiarly.

"Most of the people on the warden's side have badges, so it doesn't matter what you have planned."

An unbelievable sound came from Pan Jun Young's mouth.

Being able to deal with people in prison meant not having to kill them.

"So when do I get out?"

Plans will be implemented 10 minutes before execution. Never forget.

"I understand."

Cock, cock!

The phone was disconnected after saying that.

Pan Junyoung muttered, wrapping his smartphone around his wrist.

"It's the second blood clot after Yoon Pai Shi. The only deputy warden who survived there."

It was the best scenario to go up.

When this is over, he will have his place in the Attorney General of Justice.

* * *

Half an hour before the death penalty.

Around the building of the judicial system, a large number of military officers were guarding it.

Reporters from various media agencies were gathering around the building to spread the word.

This was enough to concentrate on exorcism as well.

Russia's prime ministers, including the president of the People's Republic of China, and the middlemen in both countries, were accused of executing the murders.

Criminal execution on the first floor of the dungeon.

There was an old man who was given a prison number in red writing walking in the direction of a gunshot.

The old man's name is Chunwoojin.

He is the contemporary bishop of the Catholic Church and former chairman of the Black Sky Company.

Bummer!

A helpless step.

His eyes, which had been in prison for 27 years, were lifeless and filled with only despair.

Bam!

"Hehe."

"Walk straight. Prisoner 205!"

One of the prosecutors leading Cheonwoojin kicked his ass.

He had a strong ego, but he was so used to this for 27 years that he stumbled forward.

'Just a little longer.'

Cheonwoojin desperately wanted to die.

He thought it would be better for him to die if he could only hold an ankle to the Catholic Church in life and live in humiliation.

Cheonwoojin stands in front of the slaughterhouse as if it were a target plate.

The enforcers rope him in so he doesn't move.

"Are your eyes... not blindfolded?"

Cheonwoojin asked in a rested voice.

Even death row inmates respect human rights and cover their eyes. The executioner, who kicked his ass, said in a deafening voice.

"There's a lot of hope for criminals like you. You deserve to die with a taste of the pain of death."

I wanted him to suffer.

"Hah…"

Chunwoojin groaned inside.

I was not afraid to die, nor did I want to mess with them until the end.

Choi Woo-jin's gaze turned to the lighting clock at the execution site.

17: 48.

In 15 minutes, this boring life will be over.

I was also unfair, but there was nothing I could do.

I closed my eyes quietly and began to memorize the Catholic Bible.

'This one body is burned by fire, so it is foolish in life and death. Since we are illuminating the way we are going, all joy and sorrow will remain as dust. Poor, anxious middleman.'

He had been dishonored by the Catholicism in his generation, but he only wished to leave the Church and go to the side of the Holy Spirit as a man's patriarch.

There were people watching him through the glass door outside the shooting range.

Although they were wearing the executioner's clothing, they were more than ordinary.

One of them said,

"Surprisingly, you've come to a sound decision. Bridge."

"I see. I thought I'd run a mob to save the parishioners in my own religion, but I guess they're not fools."

"Well, didn't you predict the number of these cases? He said."

In case the Catholic republics don't show up.

It was their order to exterminate every last one of these men in the prison.

"I thought you weren't going to need it for a while, but now's your chance."

They learned martial arts.

From now on, their job was to leave a trace of this shameless.

The time of the telescope became 17: 50.

Let's get started, shall we? "

Zec!

They pull the mask out of their pockets.

One of the masked people touched the radio earphone in his ear and said,

"It's time. Eats show time."

Lazer.

Whew!

The red light that came into all the CCTV cameras at the shooting range was frightfully extinguished.

Not only that, all CCTV cameras within the judicial system were also the same.

It was a ruse to leave no evidence.

"Let's get started."

You open their glass doors and walk into the slaughterhouse.

Cock, cock!

The executioners who were supposed to be executed couldn't hide their embarrassment from the masked vigilantes.

"No. Why are you wearing masks?"

"That's why."

Puck!

"Grr!"

One of the enforcers punches him in the chest and bounces off.

The executioner was killed in a blow carried by the internal air.

"What, what? You bastards!"

Executives in the embarrassed shooting range pull out their guns and point them all at the masks.

However, they were outstanding masters, one above the other.

"It's not a machine gun, it's a fucking handgun! Huhuhuhuhu."

Papa Papa Pot!

They rush towards the executioners with their eyes wide open. The enforcers shoot in panic, but the masked man dodges the bullet so easily that he shoots at them.

"Grr!"

"Unh!"

Four enforcers were killed in an instant.

"Hey, what the hell is going on?"

The executive standing in front of Cheonwoojin did not conceal embarrassment about what happened suddenly.

It was the same with the humble as well.

Of course, what surprised him was the other part.

'I thought you were a non-official at the main school.'

Masquerading as a shaman, the shamanism was the shamanism of the Catholic law.

I recognized them at a glance because they were so widely known.

In just over 20 seconds, eight masks, all of whom were slaughtered, approached Cheonwoojin, who was tied to a gunfight.

"You bastards! You're here to rescue him."

The only surviving officer hurriedly aimed at Cheonwoojin with a handgun.

At that time, Cheon Woo-jin bit the executor's hand like a mural.

Boom!

"Ouch! This son of a bitch..."

The executioner drops his pistol as his flesh is torn off.

The moment I was about to pick it up in surprise,

52517;!

"Huff!"

A sword flew in and slit the executioner's throat.

He spits the flesh off his head as it falls.

"Hmph."

I achieved the only thing I wanted to do just before dying, and I turned white on Cheonwoojin's face.

He was bullied quite a lot by this enforcer.

Then the masks came to him and took possession of him.

Bam!

"The Pope is well informed."

There was a playful look in their eyes when they greeted politely.

It was a ploy to bring hope to Cheonwoojin and deal with him even more miserably.

However, Choi Woo-jin's expression was not welcome at all.

"The white stuff. Who are you people?"

Rather, I asked them who they were.

Perhaps they want to inquire about their sect, but Choon Woo-jin's voice stopped.

"How dare you deceive the eyes of the throne!"

"What do you mean, my lord?"

"You're going to play it to the end. Wow, you don't think you can recognize the blue-collar of the school because it doesn't work?"

Surprisingly, Cheonwoojin recognized that they were not Christians.

But he was originally a master of the circumstance.

His knowledge of the maneuver was profound, and he could distinguish between the maneuvers and the postures.

"Tsk."

The masks stared at each other as if they were a waste.

I didn't have to continue acting if I got caught anyway.

CCTV cameras are off anyway. '

The masked man who appeared to be their leader said in a daze.

"They say you're a rotten old master, but you still have a good name."

"You bastards. Trying to pull the same stunt again?"

Cheon Woo-jin still hasn't forgotten the incident 27 years ago.

The scene of the blood loss that happened while he was away for a while.

When he arrived, a number of government personnel and Muslim Association middlemen gathered to drive him into the culprit.

"Are you trying to set up another false trail and frame the school again?"

The masked people laughed at Cheonwoojin's mouth and said, "What's so fun?"

The masked leader snorted.

"I don't know if it's truly extraordinary, or if we've lost our nerve, to the man who knows it well."

"Scared? Ha!"

Choon Woo-jin said as if he was amazed.

He was not afraid of death.

"Do you think you're afraid?"

"You'd better be afraid. Because your usefulness ends today."

The masked man comes running.

He pulled something out of his pocket, like a syringe.

Whatever it was for, it wasn't very good.

"Hehe, Bishop. I salute you, leader of Mado, for sacrificing yourself to the end."

Along with that, the mask opened the syringe lid and slowly approached Cheonwoojin.

To watch as he feared death.

At that time, Choon Woo-jin said an unknown word.

"I don't know who you are, but you did as you asked!"

"What?"

It was that moment.

Boom!

"Grr!"

Someone falls from the ceiling of a gunshot wound and crushes the masked man's body, crushing him to pieces miserably.

Standing on the corpse of the dead masked man who had been crushed like that was a thousand coins.

< 36.00 Eye for eye, then 2 (2) > End