God of Blackfield

The situation was becoming more and more difficult.

Cheeit. “Clear the basement third floor! ”

It's been over an hour, but now we've only identified the third floor of the basement, and the ground is down from the top and on the fiftieth floor.

The number of people standing there was also a problem.

Cheeit. “This is the 50th floor office. About 70 people are here. ”

“Whoo.”

Kim Hyung-jeong sighed a long time.

Overtime is acknowledged.

I understand the feelings of a worker who needs to be on call for ten minutes.

That doesn't mean they're hiding in another office, like they're hiding in search of their lives.

What if someone pops out and the crew pulls the trigger?

It was time for Kim Hyung-jeong to shake his head in a horrible imagination.

Tyree. Tyrie. Tyrie.

The bell rang.

Kim Hyeong-jeong listened to the phone as he solidified his impression.

“This is Hyeong-jeong Kim.”

[“Team Leader Kim. I'm a warrior.”]

“Yes, sir. ”

Jeon Sang-woo is the Director of the National Intelligence and Foreign Cooperation Bureau.

[“International Building, let's put employees up in the office after the investigation. ”]

Kim Hyeong-jeong lets out a hot vapor from his phone to the side. The heart was hot as if someone could just fry a flame and set it on fire.

[“It doesn't matter that you've already investigated? It was postponed, but we have to prepare for the International Energy Conference, and we have to finish the trade symposium in two days' time. ”]

“Director, it's dangerous to be in an international building right now. You know how dangerous it is to let people in where you've only just finished your investigation. ”

Kim Hyeong-jeong replied by pressing his voice as much as possible.

[“Team Leader Kim. It's one of us! I know we're struggling, but we're all trying to advance the country! I'm gonna die because of calls coming from all over the place. ”]

“The crew over here are actually searching for their lives. ”

[“Team Leader Kim! ”]

Kim Hyeong-jeong didn't answer. I thought it would sound louder if I opened my mouth now.

[“Hello? Team Leader Kim!”]

“Yes, sir. ”

It was after Kim Hyeong-jeong forcibly answered.

The sound of the hot breath of Jeon Sang-woo crossed the phone.

[“At this hour the ministers, deputy ministers and parliamentarians are on the phone. I know the counter-terrorism team nerves are sharp now! That doesn't mean we can't take that puddle next time! Do you have any idea how much we would lose nationally if we were to screw it up? ”]

“I'm sorry, Director. If you need anything, please speak to the principal and give the order. ”

[“Team Leader Kim! ”]

“Yes, sir! ”

Even so, it is too much.

As Kim Hyeong-jeong growled, he turned his gaze and answered. I wanted to write an evil one time towards the dark end of the lobby.

["Hey! Kim Hyung-jeong! You...! The counter-terrorism team is not up or down! The blue one is called the deputy director, so you don't see anything! ”]

“Director! Now the crew and agents are searching for their lives. And, Commissioner, I want you to show some respect for the Deputy Commissioner first. ”

Why are you doing this?

What are you so angry about?

After I finished speaking, I immediately felt sorry for Kim Hyeong-jeong.

This response adversely affects Gogunwoo and Kanghyun. And Kim Jong-jeong knew that better than anyone.

“I'm sorry, I'm so nervous..... ”

[“You! Let's see. Counter-terrorism team? Lose the principal, lose the commissioner, what have you done so far? If something goes wrong with today's event, it won't go on like this. ”]

“I will take responsibility. ”

["I got it. You have to. ”]

The phone tapped and hung up.

Kim Hyeong-jeong looks at the armed agents with one hand.

Tyree. Tyrie. Tyrie.

But this fucker...!

Kim Hyeong-jeong swallowed up the exploding curse.

It's really too much today!

I said I'd stop terrorism!

Agents and crew are risking their lives to protect the safety and lives of their people!

Even if you can't do it until you watch it and get it on the air, don't call and do it without breathing. That's not it. That's not really a joke.

Thinking about the morale of the counter-terrorism team members surrounding him, Kim Jong-jeong swallowed up a nasty insult and annoyance.

Tyree. Tyrie. Tyrie.

Kim Hyeong-jeong answered the phone.

Then I was surprised and pressed the call button.

“This is Hyeong-jeong Kim!”

[“What's wrong with your voice? Did something happen? ”]

“No, just a little! What happened to you? ”

[“I don't have anything but a bag, but I think we should arrive and open it. Can you send a helicopter to Seongnam Airport? ”]

“You said Vladivostok, right? Have you arrived already?”

It was clear that the counter-terrorism team members beside him were eavesdropping on the phone. It was something I could be confident of losing my fortune if I made a bet.

[“I couldn't get in touch with satellite surveillance, the Russian Intelligence Service and the Chinese Intelligence Service right away. The warden said he'll be there in about half an hour. ”]

“Very well. I'll send a helicopter right away. ”

[“Please send your military uniforms and weapons to the helicopter where four people can be armed. One of them has a dirty leg. ”]

“I'll do that. ”

Kim Hyung-jeong recalled Gerar who left with Kang-chan for a while.

I don't belong to the National Intelligence Service, but can I get involved in this?

[“Team Leader. ”]

“Yes, Deputy Commissioner. ”

However, it was the moment when I said 'Deputy Commissioner’ in the call of hymn. Kim Hyeong-jeong strangely raised his emotions and turned his gaze out of the window.

[“Are you sure you're okay? ”]

“I guess it's because I'm tired. I think we should have some coffee before we get here. ”

I heard Kang hymn laughing.

[“I'll see you in a bit. ”]

“Got it.”

Kim Hyeong-jeong, who hung up, swallowed up the laughter and turned his gaze.

“The deputy's coming. ”

The tip of the agent's eye, which had only his eyes out of the helmet and hood, moved briefly. I was trying to catch a laugh.

Ahcha-cha!

Kim Hyung-jeong picked up the phone to want the helicopter.

What about a guy named Gerar?

Kim Hyung-jeong nodded as he heard the signal.

Once you think of it as a joint operation with the French foreign forces.

Later on!

All of a sudden, Kim Hyeong-jeong smiled because he couldn't feel this comfortable.

* * *

Slick.

Abu picks up a white folded handkerchief and wipes his mouth like a photograph.

It was spectacular.

It felt like the International Building was standing in the middle of the festival, relying on the broadcast lights and the light from the building next door.

It also seemed to show a rapidly growing Korea.

On the high floor with the lights on, I saw men in white shirts and women in uniform and formal clothes.

Numbers were also made.

What about the road again?

Even if the Conquest Police gave instructions, the people and vehicles were turned upside down, and the spectators in each building nearby were throwing a strange glance at the lights.

Abibu still didn't turn on the lights.

His eyes lit with a spear were next to those of a poisonous wannabe.

“Prepare.”

“Got it.”

Abu opened his mouth, and the attendant behind him immediately answered.

The attendant placed two black electronic equipment the size of a lunch box next to Abu Dhabi. He then moves the music-shaped shelf and places three tablets on top of it.

The operator turned on the switch of the equipment.

Cheerios. “Clear the basement second floor. ”

Cheers. “Got it. Keep up the good work.”

The 606 team's report and Kim Hyeong-jeong's answer were heard in the first piece of equipment.

“The ground-floor search is over. ”

The steward explained in Arabic, and Abibu nodded.

Chiit. “Once I sent down the staff to the 49th floor, ”

Cheers. “Got it. ”

The performer also communicated Kim Hyeong-joong's answer in Arabic to the Special Evaluation Team in succession.

The leftmost screen on the tablet was a professional broadcast of Korean coverage.

The most remarkable was the middle and right screen.

The CCTV screen of the International Building and surrounding roads emerged, with a large split screen on the left and a large screen on the right centered on the tablet screen.

After reaching out to the last remaining electronics, Abibu pressed the button with his hand.

Tyrouk. “Warriors, prepare for the temple. ”

Tirurook. [“I'm waiting for an order. ”]

Najj Arabic went in and out.

Abu was a satisfied face.

Tirurook.

He presses the button on the equipment again.

“Today, Korea will be terrified by the Temple. The warriors want us to come to the temple shamelessly so that we can show our greatness to all the peoples of the earth. That building in front of us today will prove the fall of Korea. ”

Abu raised his left hand twice and reached forward like he was speaking.

Tirurook. [“Allahu Akbar (???????)! ”]

Tirurook. “Tagvir (???????). ”

The father who took his hands off the equipment lifted the handkerchief and wiped his hands.

“I will broadcast the humiliation we received in Afghanistan on their television. ”

Phew.

Another pile of handkerchiefs he used in the wooden box under his feet.

* * *

Sweet.

Shahran puts a bloody Great Sword on the dining table and turns off the stove fire.

“Urban! Urban! ”

Between the living room and the kitchen, two dining chairs were facing each other, one of which was strapped to Smith.

Smythen shakes his head left and right as if he were trying to say something.

The shirt on the chest was slashed to the point where the blood was coming from the thighs of the two tied legs.

Tooth profit.

Shahran picked up a kettle that was boiling pearls until a little while ago and placed it on the dining table.

“We have to bleed. You know, our way, right? ”

“Urgh! Urgh! ”

“What?”

“Urban! Urban! Town!”

Shahran smiles with a long skull-like face.

“Smithen. I already know where his current parents live, the security facilities and the personnel. And there are troops out there waiting for me boredly. I wouldn't be so disappointed if you tried to hit me with that kind of information. ”

“Urgh! Urgh! ”

Shahran lifts the handle of the kettle with his finger.

Glug! Glug!

The kettle tilts clumsily, and hot water pours down the floor in a row.

“Oops! Should I wipe the floor? ”

“Urban! Urban! ”

Smythen nods rapidly, then walks across the floor with a frenzied eye.

It was because Shahran's face changed at once.

“I'm the one who got up with the drugs to kill the hymn. This is how my life turned out because of him, and when I was barely back from hell, the crazy bitch asked me to wipe the floor? ”

“Urgh! Urgh! ”

Glug!

Shahran pours the kettle of water towards Smith's thigh.

“Shush! Shush! ”

Zur.

Shahran continued to gently tilt the kettle to smirk his head and howl.

“Think, Smythen. We need to figure out a way to get his parents in the morning. First, let me get to the heart and the sides of that bastards! Think of a way to meet him. ”

Zur.

“Shush! Shush! Shuhhhh!”

“You mustn't miss this opportunity where his gaze is elsewhere, Smythen. Think. Think. How to get those two moles out of the phone! ”

Shahran was increasingly moving the kettle he was carrying towards the groin.

* * *

Cheeit. “No more than 48 floors. Keep the civilians down? ”

Cheeit. “Once we proceed as we are now. Control room, block the 48th floor lighting and firewalls. ”

The attendant told Abibu about the situation he heard on the radio.

“It's been boring long enough. ”

It also looked prominent in Abibu's eyes.

All the way down the stairs through the tall international building, and the lights that only come in from above, putting your hands in your pants pockets, and having a Sameo conversation.

“Come on, move. ”

Abibu gazed at the international building, rubbing his thumb, index finger, and stop.

45th floor.

It is the moment civilians arrive there.

In Korea's leading building, through Korean broadcasting, the bravery of Islamic warriors will be known to the world.

* * *

South Korea.

My body and mind were dizzy, but when I took the night air that came through the open door, I was struck by the grip.

Kang Chan opened the cockpit door.

“Well done.”

The chief and deputy commander were so shy that they wanted to be the one to see him this morning.

Two people got up from their seats.

And I saluted him.

His mouth opened as he lowered his hand in front of the gaze.

“I'm from a fighter pilot. I've never flown between Russia and China like this before. And what I felt was great when I saw them at two airports. I would like to thank the Deputy Commissioner for raising the status of my country as a national intelligence pilot. ”

Kang Chan laughed.

“I'll keep looking forward. ”

“I will be waiting for you to stockpile my fitness. ”

It was a conversation I had no choice but to laugh with.

Kang Chan lowered his head in gratitude and got off the plane.

Tofu tofu tofu.

I'm tired.

Flying in the sky.

Gangchan, Lagoon, Gerar and the final day moved quickly towards the helicopter.

In front of the helicopter, a member of the counter-terrorism team stands by with a rifle down.

I was saluted, and I immediately boarded the helicopter.

Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo.

“Circumstances!”

“Searching! ”

Kang Chan nodded.

The crew moved two sack-like bags from the back.

You don't need to talk.

When I opened the bag, I spilled black military uniforms, masks, helmets, and other necessary equipment and weapons.

30 bullets in a K7 silencer, two Colt Pistols, a Great Sword, a radio, spare bullets.

After I got dressed, I somehow felt like I was going back home from a long and distant distance.

When Gerard saw a poltergeist in his left forearm with a curious eye, downtown lights were shining along the road.

Tofu tofu tofu.

The light shines sharply in the helicopter's window.

Why are you doing this? ’

Is it because you're dressed and armed?

My heart beat like nothing I've ever heard before.

Hemicephalus. Hemicephalus.

Kang Chan turned his head and looked at the lagoon.

There were not three people who did not know what the gaze of the hymn meant.

Hedgehog.

The Stone Canyon smiled with its eyes fluttering.

Wrinkles.

Gerard laughs, stretching the scar on his cheeks.

Chulkerduck!

In front of the man who pulls the trinket with the face of his face as if the end date is too short.