Devil's Music

I was not wrong when Byeong-jun said it would be over soon. The recording of just playing a few different clothes for each instrument only proceeded three times per instrument and ended as it was.

Seeing the watch with a hasty face, Byung-jun whispered to Lynn.

“Issa, I think Kiska's waiting for you at home. She's in a bit of a hurry, but maybe you should do the dinner next time. ”

Rin nods and whispers.

“I never wanted to have a reunion anyway. Gunn will follow you to the Red Mafia, escorting you. I'll take care of the staff dinner, so go get Gun Joon. ”

“Yes, Director. How long will you be in the United States? ”

“I've brought some things I need to do before the project comes out. I'll be staying at a hotel near Manhattan for a while, so call me if anything happens. ”

“Why don't you come with us? You don't have to book a hotel. It's a big house. ”

“You want me to come into the Mafia boss' house? I'm not going. ”

“Ah... Haha, I see. I spend every day in the garden with this beautiful little girl, and I forget where I live. Yes, ma'am. We'll be in touch. Gun! Let's go! ”

The gun jumped back at Bottle Joon's words.

“Bro! Is it over? What about the staff reunion? They're from a long way away. What if we just let them go? ”

Byeong-jun patted the shoulder.

“Forget it, you won't be able to eat if you go. He's taking care of it. Let's go. ”

The gun turns its head and meets its hands and eyes.

“Director? Can I do that? ”

Rin nods, smiling beautifully.

“The Knight of the Doll? Leave this to me and go back. Someone's waiting for you, right? ”

“What's with the doll's knights...? Hahaha, I get it, see you later, Director! ”

You let them know that you're excited the case ended earlier than expected, and that you'll be running towards the Miroslav and leaving. Soon, more than 6,000 cc's of heavy armored vehicles fled the parking lot in a row, and Lin, who was looking at it with serious eyes, folded his arms and thought.

‘The Mafia's daughter...' ’

Gun was asked by Miroslav in advance to visit the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory (BICF) in the Weir Boat House on Fulton Ferry Pier under the Brooklyn Bridge.

When I came last summer, it was a long stretch of shops, but it wasn't that crowded because of the early winter.

The reason I stopped by this store, the principle of not adding sugar, was because I wanted to give a little something healthy and delicious to young Kiska. When the car stopped, Byung-jun got out of the car and said.

“I'll buy it. Stay in the car. What will it taste like? ”

The gun breaks its ass and shakes its head.

“Kiska's going to eat it. I want to buy it myself. Come with me, brother. ”

“Will you? Wear a hat and sunglasses. ”

He said with a slightly awkward face.

“Ah... I didn't need it when I was traveling with Myroslav, so I just came here. ”

“Yeah? Well... what should I do?" Just give me a second. ”

When Byung-jun got out of the car and looked around, there was no need to organize it, it seemed that those who saw the mafia members were hurrying away.

After getting out of the car, Byeong-jun saw people disappearing from view and looked in the window at the shop. Byeong-jun came back to the car and saw that there was no one else but the employees who were looking out because their faces were white.

“Let's go. There's no people. ”

I got out of the car and went into the store. When a Hispanic woman standing at the counter saw a mob member looking out of the store, she was furious as the store door opened. The case greeted the female employee with the menu on the top of her head.

“Hello? It's still open hours, right? ”

When the woman saw the case, she opened her mouth.

“W-what? Kei? Kei? ”

“Haha, hello. I'm here for ice cream. ”

The woman turned her head to look out the window, and after switching the case with the mafia, Byeong-jun stepped forward.

“Oh, don't get me wrong, they don't have anything to do with us. ”

The woman barely opened her mouth and hesitated.

“Y-yeah? Hey, Kay, can you take a picture? ”

“Oh, of course I'm okay. Do you want to take it here?”

A woman turned around, grabbed her phone, face-to-face, tried to take a picture, and changed the camera angle to different places to see if the light didn't like it.

Byung-jun who saw the scene silently blocked the window because he thought a mafia was looking inside from the outside window at the camera angle. An employee who did not notice Byungjun's movements said after taking a picture with a big smile.

“Thank you, Kay! I'm a huge fan.”

“Thank you, I've been here for a few years, and I'm here again because it's so good. Butter pecans still on the house, right? ”

“Sure, I'll sell it. Have you ever tried a vanilla chocolate chunk? That's the main thing about our house. ”

“Oh, really? Can you wrap one gallon for me with two flavors? It's about 20 minutes away. ”

“Yes, 20 minutes would be enough for one dry ice, $24. Now that you've taken a picture, I'll give you 20 bucks. Hoho.”

“Haha, thank you. ”

When Byeong-jun tried to take out his wallet, Gun said, blocking his hand.

“Kiska will eat it, I'll buy it. ”

“No, this can be solved with corporate cards. ”

“No, I want to buy it for myself, I haven't done anything yet. ”

The case took out $20 and smiled and gave it to the employee, and soon the wrapped ice cream came out. When he smiled at the staff and tried to get in the car, the staff stood against the Ur window and tried to watch.

Before getting in the car, Byeong-jun looks at Miroslav and nods and instructs his crew to speak Russian.

When the members of his organization approached the store window and looked at the employees, the employees were drifting away from the window.

When Miroslav gives the signal, Bottle Joon, who quickly pushed the gun into the car, smiles and raises his thumb. The horrifying impression of Miroslav gives an innocent smile.

When the mafia was guarding the window until the car left and was completely out of sight, they got into the car in a hurry to get out of the store and were just looking at the rear view of the car that had left.

Behind them, a man in a 50s suit appeared behind an ice cream shop and listened to the radio.

“Chiik, target is heading towards Red Castle. ”

“Pneumatic, unusual? ”

“Tsk, there's nothing wrong. Stay safe and stay close. ”

“Cheers, got it. ”

As ten black cars lined up on the town road from Manhattan Bridge to Red Kessle, citizens walking down the street looked at the cars wondering if they were passing by the president.

After a line of black cars appeared in their eyes, the cars protruded from the alleyway of the block and chased after them. Twenty cars came out of every alley, and the citizens took out their cell phones and shot them, but all they could see was the back of several vehicles.

The iron gate of the massive red castle opens and the gun-carried vehicle continues into the garden.

When he saw the garden shining out the window, he sat on the swing in front of the annex at dusk, and when he saw Kiska drawing something, he opened the window and shouted.

“Kiska!!! I'm home!”

After drawing something hard, Kiska lifts her head and sees the car coming in, jumping off the Huddak swing.

The nanny, who was standing next to him so quickly, has been stumbling and following for a long time. Miroslav, who had stopped the car in a hurry because of Kiska's dangerous behavior, stepped out of the driver's seat and asked Kiska with an urgent look.

“Miss! Are you all right? It's dangerous!”

Kiska opens the window without looking at the Miroslave and raises an alarming gaze.

As the gun opens the car door and tries to get off, Kiska climbs up into the open car door and sits on the gun's knee. As Kiska grabbed his neck while making eye contact with the gun, Miroslav smiled and closed the back door of the car and drove back to the fountain.

In the car, Byeong-jun said he felt sorry for him when he saw him touching the back of Kiska.

“You've been waiting all day. Now it's cold and you've been out all day? You're still dressed this morning. ”

Gun touched Kiska's arm at Byungjun's words and said, surprised.

“No, Kiska! Were you really out there the whole time? Look at this arm. It's freezing!”

When the worrying matter was rubbing off on Kiska's arm, Byeong-jun smiled with a bag of ice cream in his hand.

I went all the way out here to buy it, but if I give it to you today, you'll catch a cold. ’

It was a pity that Kiska was going to eat it, too. When the car stopped, he grabbed Kiska and jumped into a separate room and sat on the couch, as if to put her on a blanket.

He bent one knee in front of the couch and met Kiska's eyes and stroked her head.

“Why were you outside? Next time, be sure to wait in the house. Okay?"

Bottle-jun, who was about to say something with an ice cream bag, once again put the ice cream in the refrigerator with his regrettable eyes, saw the girl looking at the case unilaterally, and came out of the closet and asked for a cigarette.

Bottle Joon, who was about to light a fire, looked inside and completely came out to the garden and lit the fire. Bottle Joon's eyes emitted a long smoke, and a picturesque swing came in.

Bottle Joon's eyes, as he approached the swing with a cigarette in his mouth, saw a sketchbook on the swing, and Bottle Joon, who was sitting on the swing, picked up the sketchbook.

“Oh, Kiska paints very well. ”

Inside the sketchbook, there was a picture of a smiling brightly, turning his back and reaching out his hand.

“You have a gift for expressing children's perspective. Look at the big picture with your hands out. Amazing.”

When he looked at the picture, he was amazed by the small letters written on the top right of the picture.

Where are you, knight in shining armor.

(Where are you, my knight in shining armor?))

Byeong-jun took off the cigarette on his lips and turned his head to the lighted apartment. Bottle Joon, who was watching the light leaking out the window, leaned against the swing with a long smoke.

“Phew…… maybe it's not just a child's love affair……. ”

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