God of Blackfield

Kang Chan almost snorted a cup of coffee.

“According to the remittances from France, there's a good chance that he was betrayed by China. We think we're still in Korea, and we're doing our best to find it. ”

Sweet.

I heard a loud sound of putting down a cup of coffee.

“Are you sure Shahran is alive? ”

Clearly, the side of the heart was broken into bones.

Even if the doctor was standing by, it was a difficult injury to recover.

“I caught him intercepting an intelligence service call to France. ”

Ranoch sharply saluted, then opened his mouth.

“The Desert Ice was a code name in my military service. Voice confirmation also appears to be consistent with Shahran. ”

I should have split my heart.

This way, an enemy who is incomparably powerful is aiming for the back of the parking lot.

“Do you also know the contents of the call? ”

“It's desert ice. There is a time in Korea that must be killed. He said it was two sentences. ”

Son of a bitch.

Who kills who?

“I'm confused about how to deal with this, even within the intelligence services. ”

Lanok looked straight at the hymn.

“My home country is focused on finding Shahran's behind the wire. They're investigating whether or not their purpose is election-related. ”

“Have you found anything out so far? ”

“Nothing has been found yet. ”

It was after Kang-chan drank a cup of coffee.

“The Chinese organization seems to be moving. Our hope is that Shahran is after Mr. Chan. So it's a little bit easier to solve. After that, you can see exactly how it moves. ”

“I guess I'll have to tailor him. ”

“Good idea, Mr. Kang-chan. ”

Is this old raccoon treating people like bait?

Suddenly the idea of wanting to smoke rose.

“Ambassador, do you have a cigarette? ”

As expected, gangsters have a different dimension.

Ranok found a cigarette inside, and the staff brought me a zipper lighter and ashtray, not a disposable lighter.

Lannock asked for a big cigar.

“I was worried about the CCTV records that day, and when our informant ran, the employee was already beaten. This means that something I was worried about might happen. ”

Ranoc sucks cigar smoke out of his mouth and opens his mouth again.

“In the end, the home country has to choose between the two. Get rid of Mr. Kang Chan or grab Shahran with your hand. ”

“It's simple. ”

“Aren't you afraid? ”

Lannock was a stubborn figure.

“I will acknowledge the French I never learned, the confrontation with Shahran, and the relationship with Smythen that followed. But it's a separate problem. Especially if Shahran is alive. ”

According to the Lecture, Lanok had already come to a conclusion. Raccoons don't make decisions through dialogue, they make decisions already made through dialogue.

“There are limits to our agents operating in Korea. So I can help Mr. Kang Chan until I reach him. First, let's set up or take over a corporation. If you need a fee, I'll pay for it from our intelligence services. ”

What else is this?

“I like that position better than my student status. In a direction that has absolutely nothing to do with a possible resort. ”

“I don't give a shit. ”

I remembered thinking of doing clowns wearing clothes that didn't fit the club a few days ago, and the hymn shook my head.

“If Shahran's background is connected to China, and the connection line is the Chinese regime, this is not just going to end with Mr. Strong's personal grudge. ”

When Ranoc sees the first regrettable emotion, the hymn is slightly depressed.

“All right, let's take this seriously and then decide. ”

“Would you like to join us for dinner? ”

Do you want to sit across the street and eat?

“I'll do it later. ”

“So let's do that. ”

It was after I got up from my seat.

“Mr. Kang Chan. ”

Lanok calledhim politely.

“Let's acquire French nationality. Honestly, I'd like to work with you. For the future I want to open up. ”

“That's what you said from the beginning. ”

I've never seen Ranoc laugh before. It was also a feeling of seeing his honest feelings.

“If you want, I will allow everyone designated by Mr. Kang Chan to acquire it together. ”

“Thank you for the offer. ”

It was a bitter offer, but the lecture ended the conversation with a short answer.

Kang Chan from the hotel took a taxi.

I needed a crowded place somewhere.

Somewhere I'm not alone.

Where the eye is not focused.

“Please go to Tron's Square. ”

So the place I came up with was Tronsquare, just like Kim Mi-young.

Sunday afternoon, the road was narrow.

The French election?

That's what they say.

Shahran, who sold his crew, and if there are superiors who support and coordinate him, you just have to hit him there.

This is all due to lack of finishing.

Son of a bitch.

‘You teach me a lesson to the end. ’

The importance of finishing is real, no matter how emphasized.

The cab arrived at the destination when Kang Chan solidly asked for it.

Tronsquare baffled without disappointing the hymn.

I sat in the chair of the first floor lobby and thought like this, but the conclusion was one.

Cut Shahran's breath and crush him with Ranok's help if he's behind it.

Yes! It's not complicated.

Kang Chan looks up at the high ceiling of Tronsquare.

Why the hell did you get reborn like this? ’

“Tsk!”

I didn't feel well, but anyway, I'll think about it after I kill Shahran first.

Coward Chinese bastards.

I took Shahran with some pride and changed his pride for a few pennies.

‘I wish I could finish in the holidays. ’

Chinese organizations also needed to be in touch with Shin Shin.

Living in Hanan is really impressive.

People filling the first floor of Tronsquare wondered what it was like to live with their emotions.

“That's it!”

Kang Chan stood up on his knees.

This is a fight.

First you put a knife in Shahran's hair or heart, then you think about the afterlife.

How much more convenient is it in your stomach than not knowing the enemy and thinking about it.

‘Come quickly. Shahran.’

I wanted to smoke a cigarette when I made up my mind.

There was a cigarette and a lighter brought from Lanoke's room in his pocket. I was told to put it in, but I received it as a cheap military zipper lighter.

Behind Tronsquare, there is a flowerbed between the parking lot wire network and the building. In front of the vase at the height of the man's waist, the hymn was directed toward him, as it seemed moderate to smoke.

I was going to go into the house after I cleaned up the smell while I was at ease.

Kang Chan smoked in front of the vase and pulled out the lighter.

Cheeky. Cheeky.

It's been a long time since I started lighting with a Zippo lighter, so I came up with an African idea.

Puck. Puck.

It was when Kang Chan drank a sip of cigarettes.

I heard someone get hit across the hatch.

I couldn't see the other side because it was full of tall plants above the vase at waist.

It's annoying.

This is a stinging sound.

But the kids live hard.

But how did those bastards get over there?

Kang Chan leans his head to the side of the vase.

Then I had to twist my body to the side to see a way in. It was so narrow that it would be difficult to get through if I didn't want to be dragged in.

What is it?

At that moment, the hymn was brutal.

Lee Ho Jun and Hu Eun-sil.

Kang Chan leans against the wall and looks inside.

Lee Ho Jun lowers his pants to his knees.

That son of a bitch, even if he does, is not a bitch to get it for anyone.

It was then.

The big one twists the end of his chest tightly.

I could see it in the wind.

The one with the knife behind the bitter one with the chest.

This! It doesn't even make sense that there's a secluded Africa, and that's what's happening in the middle of Seoul.

When the loom twisted painfully, the three girls around laughed.

I also saw Lee Ho Jun's thighs bruised with pants down.

‘The children you bullied would have been more miserable than that. ’

Honestly, I'm getting annoyed.

That's not who forced them, that's the life they chose.

Phew. Phew. It's annoying.

Lee Ho Jun and Yoon Eun-sil continued to be beaten.

I can't even rebel.

It was the last time I gave him a glance before all the cigarettes were smoked.

I saw a man pull the collar of a loom and take a cigarette light towards my chest.

Why are you being so cruel?

Why should I see anything in the middle of Seoul that could be seen in a race war in Africa?

“Tsk!”

When he makes a grumpy sound, the man who took the cigarette light stops and turns his head.

“What the fuck! You're not going away? ”

Kang Chan burst into laughter.

“But is this son of a bitch crazy? Where the hell are you laughing? ”

“You, come here. ”

As Kang Chan smiles, he snaps his fingertips and sprinkles the collar of the empty room and crosses over by the vase.

“Here we are. What are we gonna do now? ”

This son of a bitch is really curious and asks.

Puck. Puck.

Kang Chan immediately snapped his thumb into his neck and his prestige.

“Argh! Argh! ”

As the strangled man throws up his furious screams, several heads roar toward this side.

Kang Chan grabs his head with his left hand.

Uaaaaaaaah!

Uaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Furry.

He fell to the ground.

“Hey! Son of a bitch! ”

Then a great curse flew from the other side of the altar, and ten men jumped up the altar or rushed out through the passageway next to it.

“That's crazy.”

There are also many.

I didn't mean to scare you, but I came out because I didn't like people coming together.

Papul.

Kang Chan jumped up to the table.

Puck! Puck! Puck, puck!

Then, the three men who came up knocked in a row with elbows, thumbs, and a fist with stops.

I don't die from falling this far.

Suck it!

Kang Chan kicks his head to the ground, blocking the vase.

When I saw Lee Ho Joon and Eun-sil, I sighed.

“What are you? ”

Nearly ten of them still roar around the hymn. I was about three girls.

“What are those bastards? ”

As the hymn pointed to the jaw, the chambers became "united". ”It's short.

“This son of a bitch ignores a man's words. ”

Kang Chan smiles and looks at him.

He's got a chunk, he's got a can.

He's been carrying a knife for a span of time.

Don't you have to know that if you can kill a person, you can die?

Kang Chan reaches straight for him.

“You son of a bitch! ”

Shh. Shh!

Boom!

The second he flinches, the hymn grabs his wrist. Then I took a snap of an elbow on the face of the runner.

Eww.

Kang Chan immediately grabbed his finger and twisted it.

Squeeze!

“Turn it off.”

Nose sounds in the scream because the nose and mouth are bloody buzzes.

Kang Chan falls on his right arm and hangs over his shoulder.

Then he pulls his hands firmly against his elbows.

Faggot!

“Shuaaaah!”

“Son of a bitch, you're so loud. Don't stand there! ”

I saw the hymns as they flinched out of the vase.

“Lee Ho Jun is ahead of us, and we find them all. If there's anyone you don't want to sell for the rest of your life, go. ”

“Cho Cho! Fuck! ”

The man in the middle of the fire pit pulls out his body and spits out a curse.

Pavabac!

The hymn immediately descended on the vase across the street.

You didn't expect it to go this fast.

Purebuck!

The man who got the prestige, the neck, and the nostrils snapped.

“Hey! Drag this motherfucker inside. ”

An eye-catching man drags the muttering man inside with a startled face.

“You go inside, too. ”

The first one I got noticed.

“But this son of a bitch. ”

Angry.

He goes inside at a really fast pace.

Kang Chan jumps back up the vase and crosses inside.

I'm really busy thanks to the kids.

“Shuffle.”

“Why don't you be quiet? ”

The man with his arms bent out opens his lips with a crooked mouth. Blood clogged his nose, making him difficult to breathe.

“What son of a bitch has a head? ”

Lee Ho Joon didn't recognize the horse.

It was then.

“Hey, I didn't know it was a hymn. ”

The one on the other opens his mouth with a glance at the hymn.

“Shut up! What son of a bitch has a head? ”

I saw him with his eyes broken.

Kang Chan approaches the crooked man and looks at him in a crooked position.

“Journal? That's ridiculous. If I hear you get together one more time, you're really dead. ”

If I could see the rebellious eye, I would at least live like half a year dead.

I wonder if it's any different, but I have a sense of relief and vengeance in the eyes of the man who dropped his gaze.

After we finish this mess together, he'll be looking for you again, just like Shahran is alive.

Jaw.

Kang Chan grabs his head.

“Ouch!”

Uaaaaaaaah!

Hu Eun-sil flinched and frowned, but Lee Ho Joon was no different.

Uaaaaaaaah!

“Huff. Huff. ”

Uaaaaaaaah!

Kang Chan lowers his back again and looks at his face.

Feeding.

He quickly avoided his eyes as he stared.

But Gigi doesn't seem to want to die in front of the people around her.

This son of a bitch definitely brings the kids back together.

And I'm going to call Lee Ho Joon or Eun Wool and tell her what happened.

Kang Chan grabs his left arm with his head.

“Argh!”

“Shut up, motherfucker. ”

He falls on his right shoulder and hangs his arm. The twisted right arm shook terribly, but it escaped outward and was unable to dry the hymn.

Quajazak!

“Shuaaaah!”

Jaw!

The first frightened face approaches when Kang Chan pulls his head.

“Do you want to meet again? ”

“Aigoo. Aigoo! ”

He shakes his head and uses evil.

After establishing his body, Kang Chan sharply stares at those standing around him.

“If you hear any son of a bitch do something, I'll break all his arms. ”

I meant it.

“Get this son of a bitch out of here. ”

Screw it.

They're all gone after the three of them.

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and asked.

Lee Ho Jun and Hu Eun-sil remained on the wall, looking at the magnificent view.

"Erai."

Things I'm sick of cursing.

“After.”

Strong hymns emit tobacco smoke to relieve irritation.