God of Blackfield

Kang Chan's heart fluttered.

It was because of the eyes of the winner standing quietly in the corner. The best agent in the Republic of Korea, it's also the shooter he follows, knocking people out.

I accepted comfortably that it was better than killing.

I assumed that would be the end of the day.

“Let's stop.”

At the end of the hymn, the final fist stopped.

I had a bad taste.

It's good to think that the end will be better when you call Shin Shin from Shrine Dong. However, the best agent in South Korea should not be used for tightening. We must not defile their hands in such an ugly fight.

“Would you like some tea? ”

“I'll ride. ”

“No, I'll do this. ”

Kang Chan poured bottled water into the port on one side, switched on, and then poured the bag coffee into the paper cup.

In fact, both the Final Date and the Agent are government agents who were sent to help when the incident occurred in preparation for an outside raid, and the hymn was never sent to eat something personal.

I've done too little for agents who live with pride.

When the water boiled, the strong cold followed the coffee in the paper cup.

I was ashamed

A new unicorn, the French Intelligence Agency, felt like a vulgar human being who used to cheapen precious people.

When I smelled the paper coffee, my chest calmed a little.

“Tighten up. Go sit down. ”

I don't even care to look at it.

Whether it's killing or saving lives, I have a plan to do it myself.

I sat on the couch next to the wall whining.

Kang Chan gave coffee to the final day and the winner. Then I took out a cigarette and recommended it to the two of them.

“Let's open all the windows. ”

When Wu Hee Wing opens the four windows in turn, a hot heat beats the air conditioning breeze and hits the hook.

I lit a cigarette, shared coffee.

“I'm sorry."

Let's apologize. That's clean.

I saw the hymn as if it meant the final day and the victory.

“This is my fight, and I made it worthless. Looks like my family got caught, so I flipped my eyes. ”

It's hard to tell what an agent is saying because of the joystick shaking his head on the couch.

“Just understand that this time. ”

“Don't worry too much. ”

The two of them noticed what it meant.

I laughed strangely.

When I drank coffee, my heart sank.

Fighting in Mongolia, Yoon Bong Seop, Hye-Sook's picture, blood on it, and even the book of Joy.

I feel like I woke up in a fight that I was so distracted by.

“What are you going to do? ”

Kang Chan saw a tightening ticket instead of drinking coffee.

“If you ask me a few questions, I'll throw you out the window. ”

I really thought so.

He thought it was easy to kill people because he was in power, not mine. The one who stole Yang Jinwoo's money and ordered him to kill a man to keep it.

If he had the position of head of money and secretary, Kang Chan had the power to kill more money and secretary.

Kill someone else or kill them yourself.

“Let's settle this and go eat. ”

“Got it.”

After drinking all the rest of the coffee, Kang Chan sat on the opposite side of the tightening ticket.

“I got all the evidence from Yoon Bong Seop. He recorded everything he talked to you about. ”

He looked at the heart of the hymn and tightened his teeth.

“He said he heard a billion in the trunk. I know Yang Jinwoo ordered it to move, but the evidence is that the bastard ordered it. And the evidence from those who didn't eat pork in Japan, the last thing I know about Yangjin Woo's sin. By the way, I know all the non-funds, so don't even think about talking about it. I know all the 20 billion you've been hiding. ”

I was reminded of the red face of the tightening circle, and my eyeballs swiftly turned back.

This son of a bitch is thinking about rolling his hair again.

This motherfucker is right.

“You two stay out for a while. ”

I'm not trying to scare you.

It's not about poisoning or anger.

My only fight is for me to do it myself.

Profit. Choking.

The final day and the victory were out.

“Joystick?”

“Yes.”

You son of a bitch. Good answer.

“You know me, right? ”

“Yes.”

The answer came out quickly enough that there was no chance of hitting me.

“Let's do it one by one. What's the real reason Yang Jinwoo wants to kill me? ”

I wondered if the eyes of the tightener were flustered, and the answer came out.

“You know it's about connecting the railways. ”

“So if you're connected to that railroad, you can make more money. Why is it toxic? ”

It was a moment of irritation.

“When workers have free time, they have more requirements, more ideas, more legitimate demands on the political and the wealthy…. ”

When I noticed the tightness, I really wondered about the hymn.

“Hey!”

“Yes!”

With this son of a bitch answering so quickly, his back words were cut off.

“Hey! You mean, when the railroad comes in, a lot of money comes into our country? Then you'll make the most money, but if it's a legitimate demand, why don't you listen to me? ”

“Well, there's a study that shows that if the railways are connected and there's close to 100 trillion dollars in revenue, the regime won't change in the next 30 to 50 years, and the next thing the regime does now, the penalty will eventually be decommissioned and eliminated. ”

Kang Chan posed and breathed slowly.

“Is that why you're so loyal under Yang Jin-woo? You told me to kill a healthy man? ”

“Wrong.”

I saw the eyes of the tightening circle move quickly.

Wrong? Rolling your eyeballs like that?

You're looking for a chance to get out of my sight, right?

“You helped Yangjin Woo and the others who came in from Japan last time, right? ”

Kang Chan laughed.

This son of a bitch is not afraid of the end of the day, and the hymn sucks.

Speaking of which, I'm increasingly looking for time and now I'm peeking openly for opportunities.

“There.”

“What?”

“Importing people from Japan was organized by the imaginary senator and Kwokdo-young's assistant, and the chairman and I only supported the amount that was needed. ”

“Who else is imaginary? ”

“I am a member of Parliament. I am from a prestigious family whose brother is the Chairman of the Legislative Assembly and who has been a member of Parliament for generations. ”

Feeding.

Drop the damn thing.

The hymn reminds me of what I would say if the genealogical things I heard from the recording caught the wheel.

“Prestigious? Is it prestigious to sneak in North Korean special forces to stop our country from advancing? Trying to assassinate him? Why is he against the railroad again? ”

“It's because of the power that we received from the Emperor of Japan in the past and exported rice. Now that the government continues to hold the regime, once the people get rich, the problem of liquidating the past will surely arise. ”

Kang Chan burst into laughter.

After all, I've been listening to shit all the time.

“Do you have any evidence of money crossing the imaginary? ”

“There is no such thing. ”

Kang Chan laughed and took out a cigarette.

Scratch.

“Whoo. Do you smoke? ”

“I don't smoke. ”

The wind hooks into the open window.

“There, sir. ”

Kang Chan raised his head slightly and faced the gaze when the gaze was given.

“The first thing I can give you is five billion. ”

This son of a bitch has 20 billion, just 5 billion?

I have 50 billion to receive.

“If you subtract more, you'll see an indication from the non-funds themselves. I'll give you five billion first. ”

“Whoo!”

A long burst of cigarette smoke sparkles and glows in the eye of the tightening sphere.

“Six months! No, just wait a year and I'll do another three billion. ”

Kang Chan laughed with a cigarette.

Does this son of a bitch treat people completely like assholes?

“No! I'll do another five billion in a year. It's the best I can do. ”

“Don't you think you're gonna kill me again in the back hole? ”

“Yes? That's what I stand for. ”

“Hey!”

“Yes.”

“Yang Jin-woo told you to do it. Do you have a choice? What's the root of this? If you buy a billion foreign swordfish and kill them and finish them clean, what are you going to give them in a year? ”

“I'll give you six billion, or seven billion this time. ”

If I was as poor as my previous life, or if I didn't have a penny in my bank account, how sick would it have been to hear what I was saying?

You broke people's breasts like this? After all, I was a genealogist who lived under Yang Jinwoo, and I laughed at and despised people who lived without others, right?

When I stepped on the floor with the cigarette that Gangchan was holding, the tightening ticket held my head and faced the Gangchan.

“I will ensure the safety of you and your family. ”

“How?”

“The Chairman listens to me to a certain extent. So if you believe me, you can go back. ”

Uaaaaaaaaaah!

“Joystick?”

There was a clear fingerprint on the cheek of the tightening ticket, which was set in an angry posture.

Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!

The joystick, which buried his face on the handle of the couch, immediately posed as his head trembled.

Uaaaaaaaaaah!

The tip of the left eye, the ball, and the tip of the lip were torn and bled, and the swollen tightness of the ball set the body close.

Oh, shit!

Kang Chan grabs the head of the tightening circle with his left hand wrapped around the bandage.

Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Uaaaaaaaah!

His cheeks were torn apart like a razor blade with light flesh, and his face was covered with blood from the tip of his mouth.

Kang Chan holds his head tighter.

Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Uaaaaaaaah.

His head swings left and right because his power is released.

Yoon Bong Seop and this bastard are trying to pass out at my own pace.

“If you don't keep your eyes open, I'll call them and bury them. ”

The flickering tightness gives strength to the head.

Son of a bitch, I don't want to die.

“Give me all the evidence you've been talking about. Okay?”

When a man is in a hurry, he nods his head before answering with his mouth.

Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Uaaaaaaaah.

“Where did this son of a bitch nod his head? ”

“Yes!”

Release your left hand and his torso wiggles.

“Bring me all the evidence before I turn off this cigarette. ”

Kanghyun, who took out a cigarette, stared sharply at the tightening ticket. I've never looked at him like this before. I'm sorry I did the wrong thing to the end of the day.

The tightness of the ticket plunged my gaze into urgency.

Scratch.

“Hoo. Bring it. ”

The one who whispered once hurriedly moved to the desk.

Son of a bitch.

Those bastards who cling to gangsters and do bad things, or those bastards who think they can stick to Yang Jin Woo and kill people. However, Iljin directly exercises violence, and that bastard is different from the one who hides behind violence with a lot of money and power.

When Kang Chan woke up, he opened the drawer really roughly.

Asshole, I'm going to get a cigarette fur paper cup.

If he can avoid this moment right now, he'll throw you a wife. Everyone is like that when the power they have is broken and they face violence they never imagined.

How many people have been beaten and broken by the power and violence of that son of a bitch?

The cigarette is in the paper cup 'Tooth profit!’ When I heard it, I stood in front of the couch with a bunch of paperwork and a USB.

“Explain. ”

"The data here shows the date and amount of money sent towards the imaginary senator, and the chairman."

I stopped tightening and noticed the hymn, and then I spoke quickly.

“It contains the costs you personally used, the reckless events. ”

“What else is a brutal case? ”

What's the big deal about a kid who's been talking about his weekends?

I frowned and wondered.

“The Chairman is a pedophile. ”

What are you talking about?

“The children are too young to buy tea and the girls are 10 years old or older. ”

The hymn felt the blood soar backwards.

“Mainly as runaway children. ”

I wanted to tear his mouth open.

“How old is Yang Jinwoo this year? ”

“She's 59 years old.”

There was something that came to mind.

“You have a daughter, right? ”

“Yes, this year. ”

I kept my mouth shut to see if I knew my intentions.

“First grade of middle school. If Yang Jin-woo touched her, what would you have done? ”

“I'm sorry."

“But you gave money to the girls who were killed in the back, and the case was moot? ”

“It wasn't me, it wasn't Yoon Bong Seop. ”

I almost killed him, so he took a deep breath. You stab yourself in the throat right now, you turn your head, you die, you throw yourself out the window, you slap yourself to death.

Kang Chan turned his gaze to the rest of the data.

“In the meantime, I've sent money to two private organizations, the Chairman's family, Yoon Bong Seop, and Yoon Bong Seop. ”

“Are there two other places like Yoon Bong Seop? ”

“I put it all in here. ”

“Whoo!”

Kang Chan breathed heavily.

“What are you going to do now? ”

“I'm going abroad. ”

Son of a bitch, take 20 billion overseas?

Dreams are wild.

“Joystick. Murder teacher, how long are you in prison if you get caught with this? ”

“Five to ten years is a long time. ”

Kang Chan nodded.

“In the meantime, do you want to stay in the hospital? Or do you want to go to prison? ”

“Just take a look! ”

Feeding.

I'm afraid many filthy bastards will try to bargain while rolling their heads again.

(chuckles)

Kang Chan grabbed the tight-knit hair.

“You're going to have to send him to prison to get sick anyway. Then go straight to the hospital. ”

Uaaaaaaaaaaaah!

With all his might, the head of the tightening knob snapped to one side.

Kang Chan stretched out his right arm and grabbed the left arm of the tightening circle and let go of the hair he grabbed.

Furry.

His arm was naturally broken when he threw his head at the handle of the couch.

You son of a bitch has such a sense!

Upon standing up, he grasps his wrist with his left hand, knee over elbow, and lowers it.

Jacques Quzazazazazac!

The one who fainted suddenly fainted again because he was in pain.

It's only been a year.

Kang Chan grabs his head, throws the opposite, and pulls his right hand.

Duke Kwazazazazazac!

This will add up to two years. I still have three to seven years.

That's it.

Finally, Kang Chan pulls up his torso by grasping the tightening hair.

His bloody face covered with blood on the bandage of his left hand.

With both hands holding his head, the hymn is short and swift.

Huff! Huff!

I don't die.

But if you can't do it, you'll have to sit or lie down for the rest of your life, and you'll probably never use it under your neck or under your waist.

This son of a bitch is done with this.

I took the data on the table and moved it to my desk to find Hye-Sook's picture.

One fell to the ground, the other a drop of blood.

Son of a bitch!

Kang Chan turned his back and folded the picture into his arms.

There seemed to be no place for fire in this office.

Grrrrrrrrr. Profit.

When I opened the door, the final day and the victory that was standing in front of me stood aside.

“What do we do? ”

“I've returned the branches, so send them to the hospital. ”

“Very well. Just a moment. ”

After the final day I grabbed the door and went inside, I went outside and changed my password.

“If you let it go, the hospital officials will open it and take it. ”

However, this fellow has many talents.

“Let's go eat. ”

While the three of them were coming down, the final day was radio and a car was waiting at the front door.

“I wish I could go someplace to eat. ”

“There's a delicatessen inside that makes it delicious. ”

“Yes, a place where we can talk. ”

“There's a decent place. You know where it is, right?”

“Yes.”

Listening to Two-Beam's answer, the hymn turned its gaze out of the window.

Report a tightening ticket?

Yang Jinwoo will use more children to cover her up on her own.

You son of a bitch.

Kang Chan tightly bit Yangjin Woo, recalling what he had seen in the data.