Devil's Music

Pantazio, who rented Lincoln Center for a press conference, kept checking in with Byeong-jun. There were approximately six hundred reporters waiting at the entrance of the press conference with cameras and microphones hanging out with such Fantasy employees.

Only the journalist who was writing the story to capture the position on camera left in the conference room, and all the reporters who were waiting outside were looking everywhere for the case focused.

Shortly after Handlin, who had already known his face to reporters, walked out to the entrance of the conference room and instinctively noticed that the case was coming soon, the reporters began to fight and take a good position.

“Ah! Stop pushing! ”

“Did you book a seat? The man who takes his place! ”

“What? Watch your manners. Which newspaper? ”

“Paris Eclair newspaper! Where are you?”

“It's CNV. You have to at least protect your manners to come to someone else's country and cover it! ”

“Oh, and Kay's not even an American citizen. Where does he come from? ”

“What? Are you done? ”

“Done! What are you going to do? ”

Around the time the reporters started fighting in the commotion, about twenty security guards jumped out of the conference room and started hitting the red line.

As the security personnel who pushed the journalists out of the way set a few meters apart, a handful of hands walk down the road.

As Hanlin's head turned to the right as he walked to the newsblock in a confident move, the journalists' heads turned in one direction as well.

A black Cadillac turns in front of Lincoln Center, turning right on West 63rd and entering Columbus Avenue while everyone is dead of breath and looking in one direction for a few seconds.

The reporters with the camera were nervous and pulled the camera out of the car, but soon the reporters had to shout.

“What the hell, that guy! ”

“Out of the way! What are you doing with the film? Our newspaper only uses films! ”

“Who is that black man? Where's Kay? ”

Bottle Joon scratches his back with an awkward smile as he looks at the flash pouring out of his car.

When Byung-jun stepped away from the car door, one of the things inside reached out. The flash of reporters who were held back by the long legs alone exploded without rest.

A smile on his face, but a slight frown on the flash that explodes to a serious level greets him.

“Hello everyone! ”

As soon as the greeting came out, the microphones were pushed out of the line instead of the camera. Suddenly, as if there were dozens of microphones sticking out toward the gun, the hand held the microphone away and whispered in the gun's ear.

“Say nothing, just smile and wave. because I have to answer the same question again at the conference. ”

A slight nod shakes your hand, not looking at the microphone the reporters shouted at. Reporters did not give up, but shouted the name.

“Kay, say something! ”

“Kay! Kay! You placed 11th on the billboard in your first week of Digital Singles, how are you feeling! Kay! ”

"When projected as an indicator of rising, it looks like the runway will enter tenth place! What do you think?"

“K! I'm a reporter from Korea! Just a word to Korean fans!! ”

When the familiar Korean language is heard, Lin quickly folds her arms and whispers, knowing that he is a caring person in Jericho.

“If you answer now, all the reporters here will rush in. Let's go inside.”

I wanted to look around, but Rin nodded slightly to say goodbye to the reporters and entered the conference room.

The remaining reporters shouted at the whale, but nothing came back from the press conference. The sky-blue Cadillac, which was chasing cars, stands across the street from Lincoln Center as the reporters who gave up disperse.

An Albanian man opens a window, raising one hand on the handle and staring at the journalists.

“What is it? That car is definitely from Red Kessle, and the Russians are living with celebrities these days? According to the press, he's quite popular. ”

Aurell, who was staring at reporters in the back with Glock 19 against the window, said with his tongue.

“Cut the useless attention and check out the rest of the car. ”

When all the men in the car were facing the Cadillac against the left window, they immediately saw the man getting out of the driver's seat.

“Him. He's one of Gregory's crew. And that's the guy I used to see in the back alley of Brooklyn, and that's not the middle boss. It's just the end of the road. ”

Aurel slaps his window with a pistol and says he's annoyed.

“Damn, that's a waste of time. It doesn't make sense to point a gun at one of those reporters anyway, so let's go back today. ”

“Yes, boss. Huh?"

The man holding the wheel to turn the car, curiously looking out the window.

“There's a kid in the trunk... Huh! Huh? That one!! ”

“Why? What is it? ”

Aurel turns his head to where the man is pointing. He opens the trunk, looks around and smiles at the pretty boy sneaking out.

“Do celebrities carry kids around in trunks these days? What a strange hobby.”

The man in the driver's seat pointed at the window and shouted.

“Keys, Kiska! Kiska Miochi!! Gregory's daughter! ”

“What, what? ”

The light-headed Aurel takes his back off the seat and sticks it against the window. An adorable little girl in a white dress, wearing a black Tteokbokki coat, comes down from the trunk, hides behind the car, sees a member of the group standing in the front seat and sneaks out among the reporters.

Aurell shows his teeth full of teeth and loads his pistol as he walks out among the reporters and sees him on his way to the press conference.

“This took a lot longer than dealing with a mid-boss. So, that kid Kiska's the one that Gregory loves so much? All right, here we go. ”

The man in the driver's seat turned around and said.

“Yes? That's how many reporters there are? ”

Puck.

Aurel strikes the man on the head with a shotgun from Glock19.

“Crazy bastard, think about it. How do we kidnap them here? We'll stick together when we get back. What's with the head? Get ready and spread the word to the boys in the back. ”

When the man in the forehead touched the red forehead and got out of the car to check on his colleagues, Aurell opened his eyes while looking at the entrance to the missing press conference in Kiska.

"Gregory Miochi. There are no Red Mafia districts in New York! ’

Meanwhile, on the left side of Lincoln Center, on West 65th Street, black cars are constantly rushing in to park on one side of the road.

The first two cars were over twenty in less than 10 minutes. Many cars are gathering and stopping on the side of the road, but no one gets out of the car. Among them, a black man in a formal car in the front of a right-hand lane turned to Lincoln Center and listened to the radio as he looked in the rear of the car parked in his room mirror.

“Vehicles 6 and 7, proceed to the underground parking lot. Seconds 8, 9 and 10, take a large detour around Lincoln Center, reporting a trend. Depart once every two minutes. Relax. The opponent is the Albanian mafia boss. ”

The phone next to the man with tense eyes sets down the radio and vibrates. The man who looked at the phone held out his eyes and held out his hand to pick up the phone.

“Yes, this is Robert. Director Mitchell.”

“Is the area secure? ”

“Yes, I got it. ”

“How many opponents? ”

“Three vehicles, up to ten. ”

“Armed?”

“I don't see any machine guns, but I'm not sure. All you see is a handgun. ”

“I'll call S.W.A.T. for backup if you need me. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

“The president's orders. I won't allow Kay to have a single scar. In addition, it is best to deal with it without his knowledge. ”

“But, sir, Now they're lurking where hundreds of reporters are gathering. It's not easy to do this in advance. ”

“Then take care of it when you move on. ”

“Very well. I'll see you again." ”

Robert, who put the phone down, picks up the radio again.

“Nos. 14, 15, 16, 17. Ambush on the road back to Red Kessle. ”

Robert sighs as he sees four of the cars parked in the back of the room rush past him.

“You want me to deal with it without Kay knowing... Hmm. ”

* * *

Approximately 15 minutes after the meeting began, he was asked how he felt about joining Billboard 11 at once and how YouTube's shortest number of views had been broken, and the case spoke calmly of a joyful heart.

Despite a series of questions, journalists continued to raise their hands loudly and try to get a chance to speak to the case. A journalist, holding his hard hand up high, was given the right to speak by Lynn, and asked a question out loud, with his head long off from the seat.

“In this‘ If I could change the world ’, the lyricist was not Kay. Who is Kiska Miochi? ”

Looking at the case with the face of Lin's arrival, she nods and takes a breath once. She speaks calmly with her mouth on the microphone.

“I'm the one who inspired this song, I'm the sad one, I'm the lovely one. ”

Reporters who were taking notes about answering vague questions made an impression. Once again, another reporter who was given the right to speak asked in succession.

“Kiska Miochi sounds like a Russian name. Are you a woman? ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

Reporters get noisy, because the writer who said the case was definitely a lovely person was a woman.

Reporters who saw a few more questions about Kiska but didn't give a clear answer checked the remaining time for press conferences before moving on to the next question.

He smiled calmly during the press conference for about 50 minutes and looked around at the reporters. When he saw Byeong-jun standing next to him, he tilted his head. It's because Byeong-jun was trembling at something behind the reporters' seats.

Following Byung-jun's gaze, his eyes widened and he said in a slightly louder voice.

“Keys, Kiska? How did you get here...? ”

As soon as the word "Kiska" came out of the mouth, a hundred reporters who were sitting together turned their heads to the back.

The girl who was so loving behind the journalist's seat was smiling and waving her arms up and down. Suddenly, all the gazes at the silent press conference were focused on Kiska, smiling adorably.

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