God of Blackfield

Kang Chan arrived about 10 minutes early at the appointment site.

I sat on the terrace, and inside, there were women who had similar eyes to the men with eyes.

“I'll come with an order. ”

Gerar moved on his own.

“Do you think Smythen's gone? ”

“I don't know that. ”

“Isn't that weird? ”

Kang Chan nodded and smiled with his eyes fluttering.

“I brought coffee. ”

Then Gerar came back and sat at the table.

Gangchan and Gerar were dressed in a Notai suit, and the littoral lake covered their thighs with a combi jacket like a blanket, with comfortable tees on their suits.

Kang Chan picked up coffee and drank a sip.

I got a sucking laugh.

One of the three was staying together, and the other one came out.

If only Smythen had been a little stronger, he would have been better than he is now.

It was the moment that Kang Chan put down the cup of coffee.

“Captain.”

Gerar cried out a loud hymn.

The hymn that lifted his eyes turned his head along Gerar's gaze.

He's a big American.

So he walks in at a glance.

Kang Chan glanced at Smythen.

Son of a bitch!

He wasn't normal.

Above all, walking with his head shaking differently than usual.

“Great Zaang.”

Smythen shook his hand.

Looks like the right guy for a drink.

“Gerard, have you checked? ”

“A silver passenger car dropped off at the subway entrance and departed immediately. ”

During the conversation, Smythen walked into the coffee shop and walked to the terrace.

“Uh-huh. Captain. ”

“Sit down.”

Furry.

Smith sits tall and raises his hand on the armrests.

He hasn't even said hello to the Great Lakes and Gerar yet.

One eye of Smythen, who received a glance of praise, was bitten red.

“How are you? ”

“Well...? ”

“Yes, well. It's not hot. Why are you sweating so much? ”

“Me?”

“Yes, Smythen. ”

Smythen looks at the lagoon and Gerar, and then brings his gaze.

Gerrar suffers from the scar of a bowl of fun, and the lagoon has a twinkling eye.

“Captain.”

Before Smythen called, the hymn was staring at him.

“Smythen, put your hands on the table. ”

“Yes?”

“Put your hands on the table, S. Mi 'den. ”

I saw the hymn clearly.

One of his eyes is shaking.

The silver passenger car that dropped off Smythen turned the corner to the right and immediately turned to the right alley.

This puts the building where the coffee shop is located and turns around and looks like it's coming in from the back.

It is wide enough for two cars to pass by. The cars parked on one side of the alley made it difficult for passengers to speed up.

The passenger car moved along the alley and was about to turn right again where the alley was split.

Bo 'ang!

The dump truck ran as it was in the left alley.

Kwaaah! Kwaaah! Qazazac!

The dump received a passenger car without slowing down, as determined, and dragged it out close to 10 metres.

Warlock!

Black suits and armed counter-terrorism team personnel rush into the passenger cars. And, uh...

Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Two black passenger cars written in white by S.W.A.T. ran in a row.

“Rip it off!”

Basasac! Turn it off!

Armed agents pull out the only traces of glass in front of the suits with the agents pointing their guns and tear open the passenger seat door like a wretch.

Two agents, Kim and Hyung-jeong, jumped into the passenger car.

The man in the driver's seat, who was covered in blood, was imprisoned with two other men on the back floor.

A machine gun on the floor, a pistol on the waist of the corpse, a pistol on the side of the corpse, a great sword, that was all.

“Tie it up. Fill both your wrists and thumb cuffs so you never use your arms or fingers, and bite off your body leather and rags! ”

When Kim Hyung-jeong got out of the car, the agents ran and roped the unconscious men.

In addition to the wrist cuffs, I put a small thumb cuff around my thumb and tied my torso together again with a leather torso loop.

It was a huge commotion.

The sound of being thrown into the car, followed by a rough drag, was also clearly heard on the terrace.

Smythen watches the hymn and keeps staring down. It was the moment he awkwardly pulled his hand on the table.

Choke.

I heard a pistol trinket move inside the jacket over my thighs.

“Smythen. If you put your hands down, you'll have a hole in your forehead. ”

Kang Chan warned Smythen with a fluffy smile.

“I hoped not, but I was convinced when I saw you. ”

Smythen noticed that he couldn't handle the glare of praise.

“I believe you wouldn't have targeted my parents or me alone. This is your last chance. If you're threatened, tell me now. ”

Smythen's swaying eyes glimpse in front of the building.

Kang Chan turns his head along his gaze.

The noise went all the way across the road.

People at the coffee shop also looked surprised and snuggled inside the alley.

Nevertheless, Shahran did not turn his gaze from the terrace of the coffee shop from the beginning until now.

It didn't matter.

It really didn't matter what kind of disturbance I had in a car accident.

No matter how hard you try to avoid it, Shahran can't push the button with his thumb.

‘Today I will surely send you to hell! ’

It was Shahran who endured that terrible time in Loriam, drawing only this moment and again.

There was a lecture on the terrace of a coffee shop across the street. It is attached as an appendix to the Stone River and Gerar.

It was unfortunate that he could not take his own throat, but Shahran was satisfied with the situation now.

Stupid Oriental!

A dirty chink who loved Smythen and bought the cheer of his crew!

The Orientals are structurally inferior.

There was always a limit to the extraordinary installer.

Like the hymn of the present day.

It's really over.

“Goodbye. ”

A small gap between the buildings across from the coffee shop.

A passenger car that you put in there.

There was a Shahran in it.

Now when you press the button, the hymn disappears from the world without a trace.

I wanted to press the button quickly.

I wanted to see the hymn rip out quickly without a trace.

Then, when you disappear in a passenger car that has been opened to the glass to deal with the impact of the explosion, it's all over.

In the back of the car, Shahran smiles savagely, touching the switch.

Shahran touched the button and touched it again, as if he had put the candy in front of him before putting it in his mouth.

Whenever the tip of the button moves delicately in the thumb, a delightful sensation sweeps through Shahran's entire body.

It was that moment.

Kang Chan turned his gaze towards the passenger car.

"Smythen! You fool! ’

It was clear that he had followed Smith's gaze.

It was as if I had encountered a hymn and gaze.

Shahran trembled with excitement.

It was more stimulating to press the button facing the hymn.

Smythen did my part.

It looks like you're sitting there facing a hymn like that.

Kim Hyeong-jeong came running.

“The only three in the passenger car were a pistol and a great sword! ”

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

I heard the sound of breath all over my body.

Suddenly, I felt the speed of the running cars drop, and then everything seemed to flow slowly.

Kang Chan did not take his eyes off the passenger car.

“Captain!”

It was Gerar's call.

Smythen was crying where Kang Chan quickly turned his gaze.

With both hands still on the table, Smythen seems to have regained consciousness.

“End of day! Tie him up! ”

It was just after the words of the hymn fell.

Warlock!

The last days and agents inside the terrace ran to Smythen.

Quaak!

The agents who snap Smith's arms back raise his clothes. First there was a bomb around his waist, and then there was a cynical wound to his chest.

Smythen stares at the hymn with a shabby horizon, like a chicken caught behind its wings.

“Drag him inside! ”

Kang Chan blows his body with one hand on the railing of the terrace.

It happened on the terrace.

So Shahran was watching.

I don't know how to react like that or when to prepare, but it was a great response.

Shahran grinned calmly, holding his thumb against the switch.

Creepy.

That's the time to kill.

When the bomb explodes, the thunderbolt blows through the air.

“Farewell! God of Blackfields! ”

Shahran moves his thumb, screaming like a seizure.

Darcock!

Choke!

A tribute to the handrail on the terrace with your left arm.

I pulled the pistol of my right ankle at that short moment in the air.

“D'Ye! Passenger car across the street! ”

Warlock!

The Great Lakes and Gerar got up.

Quada Faction!

With that wind, the tables and chairs fell into chaos.

Boom, boom. Sweet.

Shahran pressed the button fast enough not to see his thumb, but nothing happened to Smythen.

I was even being dragged into a coffee shop.

“Let's go! Let's get out of here! ”

Kwazak!

Shahran, who picked up the switch and threw it, quickly picked up the rifle he had placed on the floor.

Gangchan, Lagoon, Gerar are coming straight down the road.

Yikes! Yikes! Profit!

Three black Special Forces vehicles appeared in a turbulent tire sound, circling the curb.

Pour it!

The moment the passenger car flew out of the alley, the thunderclap shook both hands forward.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

Blood splashed heavily from the driver's seat and the head of the two passenger seats.

Pour it!

The passenger car ran straight to the auditorium.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

The lagoon and Gerar shot the wheels, but the speed did not decrease.

Ta 'ang! Tataang!

Kang Chan shot a tire.

Kwadda Faction! Ducky!

The passenger car with the front wheel exploded and bounced toward the strong hymn.

It's a blinking moment.

Kang Chan pushed out the Great Lakes and Gerar.

Yes! That's it!

Kahahahaha!

If it was unfair to go to hell alone, we would go together!

“God of Blackfields! ”

There was a hymn in front of the windshield.

The fall of the Lagoon and Gerar's shouting and handiwork were making everything dramatic.

Bo 'ang!

It was then.

A Seaman Special Forces vehicle ran.

Kwaaah! Kwaaah! Quajazak!

The passenger car that was pushed to the side right in front of the auditorium stopped after being dragged about five meters.

Gangchan, Sukgang Ho, and Gerar rushed first, and Kim Hyeong-jeong and the agents of the suit, armed counter-terrorism team members, surrounded the passenger cars at shovel hours.

The vehicles, of course, all the way to the pedestrians.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

It is in front of the Gangho and Gerar who hold their pistols with both hands and defend their hymns.

Kang Chan ran into the passenger car.

Kwazak! Kwazak!

Two armed operatives shot glass and an awkward doorknob with a sheer painted axe.

Warlock!

The inside of the car was wretched.

Shahran looks at the ground, bloody in the gaze of hymn.

“Get him out of here! ”

First, it was urgent to take a look around.

Kang Chan threw Shahran and ran to the special team truck.

I was pulling out the agents who were driving.

“Ambulance! Hurry! ”

Even if Gangchan doesn't use evil, he will come.

Nevertheless, I was forced to complain.

It was because I guessed how terrible it was to sit in the driver's seat and step on the accelerometer all the way to the front.

It was avoidable.

Especially when you hear the sound of breathing!

However, the agent did not take his foot off the Elsellator until the last moment.

There's no way a counter-terrorism team member could have buckled up, so it wouldn't have been a small shock!

It was when Kang Chan approached on his left knee to the agent lying on the floor.

“Deputy Commissioner.”

The masked driver called out a loud hymn.

Wieing! Wieing!

“The ambulance is coming! It's okay!”

It is not an instruction.

Radio, telephone, and frequency within a kilometer radius were all disrupted, making it impossible for personnel to use the radio.

So this was purely an agent's judgment and a run.

“You must not step back from terrorism. ”

Kang Chan looks at the agent with a dark eye.

“Whoever says something, the agents follow the deputy. Never, do not step back and protect the Republic of Korea. ”

Even when the paramedics came running, the agent was waiting for an answer.

Kang Chan reminded me of a chick I lost in Africa.

Maybe you're looking the same way.

Tuck.

I knocked on the helmet of Gangchan's agent.

“Get up quickly. We're hit by one, so we should hit two. ”

It was clear that the consciousness was blurred.

The paramedics rushed in and the hymn carefully retreated.

The road was empty, and in front of the coffee shop was an explosives disposal unit.

The situation is over.

Gangchan, Lagoon Ho, and Gerar put their pistols back on their ankles.

Pour it.

A passenger car came to the middle of the road to catch the hymn.

I only sell my face if I stay in this place for a long time.

When Kang-chan got into the car, Kim Hyeong-jeong approached and stood at the door.

“We've eliminated all the detonators. I'm going to decouple the local frequency, and I'm going to withdraw the sniper. This will allow for radio and telephone calls. ”

“Do that. I'm going to the office. ”

“Got it.”

Kim Hyeong-jeong replied with a frowny face.

The passenger car in Kang Chan quickly turned the corner and melted between the cars at the same time as the departure.

“Ha! What a world! Shahran that son of a bitch! Who the hell are you aiming for? I should have just turned the branches. ”

The Stone Canyon was pouring an unsolved distribution into its mouth.

“Hooray! Aren't our boys really killing one mission? Even though I was thinking about taking a ride like that, I didn't think I'd make it that cool again. ”

I had no choice but to nod.

Not only that, but everything the agents showed today was definitely a special counter-terrorism team move.

There's nothing as scary as this experience.

It was clear that the movement of the crew was more than certain and decisive in the wake of the civil war in Italy, the suicide bombing and international building terrorism.

“And watch the time. No matter how Samsung Dong and Nangok Dong came all the way here, it only took me 15 minutes to prepare for the operation. ”

“Yes.”

“What do you want? It's not just that, but the kids did it really well! ”

Kang Chan turned his gaze from the window with a smile.

“Would you like to go to the office for lunch? ”

“Huh? Lunch? Time already..? Hey! It's almost 1: 00. How about we fry our graffiti? I think you'll taste good if you rub your food in the thick heat. ”

“Take care of yourself. ”

Gangchan threw the bait and asked if the lagoon was hot.

The passenger car was entering the entrance to the parking lot in the office.