Devil's Music

Speechless.

“Was Kiska Miochi a child? ”

“I only look like I'm nine to ten...... but he's a really cute kid. ”

“Yes, it's very pretty. ”

Journalists who were pouting on the appearance of Kiska were astonished at the thought of the lyrics written by Kiska.

“A child who looks only 10 years old wrote this lyrics? ”

“Huff! Now that you mention it, lyrics aren't for ten-year-olds, right? ”

“Am I a genius, too? Genius meets Genius, but he's younger. Is that greater? ”

“Kiska!! Look at this place! ”

Reporters started raising the camera. Khysca, who knows nothing, simply smiled as she saw Gun and Byeong-jun greatly astonished, then began to burst toward herself, covering her face with her little hands, whether her eyes were broken or not.

Journalists screamed at the cute Kiska.

“Ugh! Cute! What should I do! He's so cute, I want to bite him! ”

“Kiska! Kiska! Can I see your side? ”

As Kiska covers her face with her hands, the gun quickly passes through the journalist's seat and approaches Kiska and hugs her.

Kiska was furious when someone touched her body and found out that it was a gun, she closed her neck and put her arms around her eyes and covered them with her hands. When I saw him, I frowned and cried as I watched the flash baptism spill.

“The lights in the conference room are bright! It works even if you don't blow up the flash, so please turn off the flash. The child is surprised.”

As Gunn grabs Kiska and moves to the platform in front of the conference room, the cameras of the reporters who urgently turned off the flash continue to ring.

Lin whispers as the gun arrives on the platform.

“Three minutes before the end of the press conference. One way or another, we stay hidden from the details of Kiska. ”

After a slight nod, you stand on the platform holding Kiska. After the flash disappeared, Kiska opened her hand to cover her face and looked at the journalists.

Kiska opened her loving hands and met the reporters with a big look. Once again, the camera sound sounded restless, and the reporters raised their hands and asked questions. Lin pointed out one reporter who had stopped for a moment, and a jumped-up reporter asked her a question.

“K. Is that the little girl you're holding, Kiska Miochi? How old are you this year? And is it true that she wrote the lyrics of the new song? ”

The gun flinches at Rin, then disappears.

“I have three questions. Haha.”

When the reporters laughed, they took a breath and replied that they were throwing a joke for no time.

“This is Keisha Miochi. Kiska is 10 years old this year. Kiska is also the one who wrote the lyrics of my new song, but she's still a child, so please don't ask me direct questions. ”

While the reporters were moving the horse to their laptops, Lin next to her looked at the watch, and the reporters were in a hurry and began to ask questions without being given permission to speak.

“Which elementary school does Miss Kiska attend? Are you from the United States?”

“Miss Kiska is of Russian descent, do you have an American nationality? ”

“Your lyrics are unusual, but you seem to have a genius for the lineage. Are you taking a class separately? ”

“Tell me how you know each other! ”

When reporters poured out their questions into the Middle East, Han Lin looked at the noisy reporters, and as soon as he had time, he stepped forward and put his face to the microphone.

“Unfortunately, the meeting is over. For the rest of the questions, please make an official request to Fantasy and we'll be happy to reply. Well done."

Reporters exclaimed for more time, but Lin, who did not snore, turned around slightly and told Byungjun.

“Chief, get him out of here. You need to go home right away. ”

Byeong-jun quickly grabbed Gun's arm, and Lin urgently said while looking at the security guard.

“Secure a retreat! ”

The security guard gives you urgent instructions with an earset attached to your ear, and as soon as you head out into the lobby with Byeong-jun, you surround the area.

As soon as the gun came out, the reporters who were waiting outside the press conference pushed in the camera and went around again.

“Kay! Say something! ”

“Kay! You've come all the way from Japan! Just a quick word for the Japanese fans! ”

While the guards were pushing the reporters away, they grabbed the collars and dragged them away. As usual, Byeong-jun opened the car door waiting outside, pushed in the gun and Kiska, closed the car door, shaking his hands and shouting.

“Come on! The meeting is over! Ask more questions officially through Fantasy! ”

Reporters who did not give up pushed Bottle Jun away and shouted, beating the car.

“Kay! Just one word! Just one word! ”

“Please! A lot of fans are waiting for you! Where the hell are you hiding? ”

“Did you find a home in America? Kay! ”

Byeong-jun, who was pushed by reporters, went back into the driver's seat and crawled over the mafia member's thighs holding the handle.

“Ugh, I'm sorry. Wait a minute!"

Byeong-jun barely got into the gear passenger seat and shouted.

“Go! Go! ”

Despite the sudden departure of the car engraving skid marks on the floor, the remaining reporters rushed down the road to see the rear view of the car disappearing, but the car ran left in the next block and disappeared from view.

When reporters gave up their minds and lost their horses on the road, three cars parked across the street from Lincoln Center started running toward the missing guns.

In the running car, Kiska, who held me, asked me about the eye contact with Kiska.

“Kiska! What are you doing here? ”

Kiska looks a little surprised and smiles at the question. After shaking his head as if he couldn't see Kiska smiling, shaking his head, Bottle Joon in the passenger seat wiped his sweat and turned around.

Byung-jun sighed, looking at the back of Kiska sitting on his thigh.

“I almost had a big accident. Whew, at least Kiska's not hurt. Gun, are you hurt, too? ”

The gun nodded, propped up Kiska's armpits, sat him on the side seat, and fastened his seat belt.

“Kiska, where have you been hiding? ”

Kiska stabbed the back seat with a big smile.

“Here? The trunk? Whew, the nanny must be worried. I need to get home. The nanny must be looking all over the house for you. ”

Byeong-jun smiled and saw Kiska with her seatbelt on.

“Kiska. Did you have fun? He almost fell off because of you. ”

Kyska, who met Byeong-jun's eyes, flinched with her finger to point at his face. When Byung-jun, who looked cute, lifted his index finger and touched his little finger and laughed, Kiska, who was excited about what was so good, smiled.

There was a sudden little incident, but three people who were returning home without a major accident were rushing to Red Castle, pranking in the car.

The generation's car chasing the gun speeds up as it leaves the outskirts of Brooklyn.

The window of the car that followed was lowered just behind the gun and a gun was raised in the hands of an Albanian mafia with his head out of the window to confirm the location of Kiska. Aurel, who was in the second vehicle earlier, points his phone at you.

“Kidnapping Kiska Miochi. Don't shoot in the back seat. ”

The men in front of the car, instructed by Aurel, draw their guns out of the window and aim for the car in front of them.

After closing one eye and aiming at the tire, the mafia turns her head toward the incoming figure that crumbles to the right of her vision, and the front light of the silver car flashes before her nose.

“Huh?"

Bang!! Gummy!!!!!

The silver car hit the side of the car in front. Aurell, the older brother, who had just arrived after the car, screams as he looks at the passing accident vehicle.

“What the!!! What's going on here? ”

Sitting in the driver's seat, a member of the team grabbed the steering wheel and shouted, smoking through the side mirror, looking at the member's car sitting on the outside of the building.

“What do we do, boss? Are they following you like this?”

When Aurell turns around in the back seat and sees an accident vehicle, he sees someone getting out of the car, pulling their pistol out of their lap, and aiming at the members of the building and shouting.

“Damn it!! What the hell, those guys! Are you a cop or a Red Mafia? Damn it, they're exposed! ”

“What should I do, boss?" Give the order! ”

“What to do! Just keep running, you son of a bitch! ”

As the operator stepped deeply into the accelerator, Aurell in the back seat put his back to the seat with that inertia. A member of the team who had just followed the car earlier looked for the gun and saw the safety of the gun in the outer leather jumper's pocket, then bowed for a moment and pulled out the front.

“Huff!!! ”

A car protrudes from the alleyway as soon as it passes in front of you, crashing into the front right of Aurel's car.

Phew!!!

Aurel's car turns sharply to the left due to the impact, engraving a skid mark on the floor, crashing into the street and stopping.

Aurell, who had his head down in the back seat and covering his head with both arms, touched the back neck and saw the driver who had already fainted, kicked his tongue.

“Dammit, you're useless! ”

Aurel, holding Glock 19 in his hand, opens the door with his foot, and the door thumps and falls out. Aurel comes out of the car, pointing his gun at you.

“Who the fuck are you?!? ”

Aurel's face turns white as he lays his pistol to his side and threatens. Aurel looks down and gazes down at the many red dots on his body as he sees many people surrounding him. A black man pointing a gun at Aurel comes forward and shouts.

“CIA! Aurel Marbray! You're under arrest for attempted murder with illegal immigration and unreported firearms! Drop the gun!"

Aurell smiles bitterly and drops her gun and puts her hands behind her neck, looking at the fifty CIA agents surrounding her.

Several CIA agents rush in with guns pointed at them, kneeling behind Aurel's knees, and handcuffs are tied behind Aurel's back. Aurel seems to have given up, muttering nonetheless.

“What is this country, the government protecting the mafia? ”

On the other hand, he looks back at the sound of the explosion, but he tilts his head as he sees buildings drifting away on an empty road due to the vehicle turning right.

“I thought I heard something loud.... ”

When Kiska, who was leaning on his head, looked up at the case with a big look, Gun looked at Kiska and asked.

“Kiska, didn't you hear something? ”

Kiska, whose eyes were wide open, put a small and loving hand on her ear, and the gun grabbed her hand and shouted.

“Kiska!! It's all buried in ice cream! Phew, let's go home and wash up! ”

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