God of Blackfield

It's stupid for Psyre to pull a gun across her waist right now. It is about a hundred times more disadvantageous to pull a gun than a psychic standing on a table.

‘Thank you...! ’

Moreover, the coming enemy is strong, and even more so if the Oriental man is strong enough to feel much more horrible than he thought.

If Parthal had the ability to fight!

I'm sure that idiot didn't carry a handgun.

Iron Fist!

You didn't know this was going to happen because people were always picking you up. Besides, there must have been a belief that he was coming to see Cyrus in Gachnisch.

Cyril received a glance of praise in front of the two tables.

It was the eyes of a man who was fearfully strong.

Bugs and bumps.

Kang Chan was approaching without hesitation, nor was he taking out his pistol.

The tall, slender, but most horrible thing was the look in Cyril's eyes.

Feeding.

Says Cyrus, who saw the mouth of the hymn move,

‘Then!’

I hardened my determination.

Torch!

He immediately flies a plate with a sandwich on it towards the auditorium.

A crack in the plate is avoided by bending his head.

Warlock!

Cyril grabs the knife next to the plate and rushes to the auditorium.

It's an instant.

Puck! Puck! Puebuck!

His hands were swift enough not to be seen.

Even in the short gap between the elbow and the elbow,

Pueblo!

The hymn was raised by the Psyre, and the cold knee was taken with an elbow.

Shhh!

I aim for his neck with a pointed fist that stops.

Tuck! Tuck!

It was right after his hands hit him twice.

Qaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The elbow of the hymn grinds the chin of the Psyre, and the fist of the Psyre is stuck in the heart of the hymn.

It's a chest full of blood.

Psychologically pierces the frowning eyes.

Puebuck!

Gahnishu, where no one knows Cyril.

Parthal, who moved to the entrance of the cafe, shook his head toward the owner with his phone.

I saw the blood spread from the heart of the hymn, and I saw myself in the shape of a psycho who grabbed Seung San Suu Kyi and stabbed him in the eye.

That's it!

What kind of person is Psyro?

Puck, puck, puck!

Despite that short gap, Cyril stubbornly grinds his left chest. Then, he used to target his eyes with a pointed index finger and a stop.

Tuck! Tuck! Turduck!

Shortly after his fists and elbows hit,

Pueblo!

The hymn that got my heart beaten,

Khh! Khh!

With an elbow, I successively grind the chin of a cypress.

Kwada Party! Kwada Party! It's sunny!

The chairs, plates and glasses were brushed to the floor as Cyrus was pushed to the table.

If you were like the others, you would have lost the battle.

If it wasn't just chest pain!

It was before Kang Chan came running.

Torch!

Cyril sprays a checkered tablecloth at the head of the auditorium.

Warlock!

Then he flew towards the hymn.

Wajang-chang! Quada Party! Quadang! Puck! Puck!

I tripped two more tables with the two of them bent.

Quadang!

Then he barely grabbed hold of the posture as he hit the cafe wall.

It was a fight that was almost won by Psycho because his heart was watered with blood.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Once again, the hymn clasped his chin with his elbow, and his fist pierced the heart of the hymn.

Furbuck! Furbuck!

After three or four punches and elbows fell from the wall.

Qaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

While the elbow of the hymn hits the chin of Psyre, Psyre grinds the heart of the hymn so hard.

Furbuck! Furbuck!

The fists and elbows are back again, and the timing is back for each other's chins and breasts.

This is not a scene I wanted to make.

The opponent is so strong, he can't help but give you one place, and the chance to defeat the opponent comes out.

A bloody psychic with a knot on his nose and a bloody thigh around his chest.

Cyrus stretches out his fist with a crooked mouth, and his elbow is swung with a strong, poisonous eye.

Phew! Quzac!

They both got what they wanted.

Puebuck! Phew! Quzac!

Then I punched him again with the same movement that seemed stupid.

I couldn't breathe because of the pain.

Khhhh!

Kang Chan chewed his cheeks to catch up to the awkward spirit.

Every time Cyril's fist was stuck in his left chest, he felt a long needle piercing his entire body in a bloodline.

I have never seen a Special Forces member who feels as strong as Steel Gyu. So if I met Steel Gyu as an enemy, I wanted to feel this way.

Phew! Quzac!

Again, I gripped the chin of a Psyre, and I got busted.

I had to breathe.

You have to listen to the sound of breath.

It was that moment.

"Are you going to fall for that? ’

With the voice of Steel Gyu, I remembered him feeding.

What is this inspiration?

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

In Kang Chan's eyes, his nose is twisted with a broken Psyre's snout and a lump of blood.

And I saw the fist he blew.

You son of a bitch!

Taaak!

Gangchan throws out his fist like a fly blown by a psycho.

Nothing is worse than inspiration!

It was a moment of panic in Cyril's eyes.

Kwazak! Kwazak!

Kang Chan elbowed in succession to take a picture of Cyril's Conjournment.

Wajang-chang! Quada Party! Thank you! Sunny!

Cyrus fell on the floor chaotically with the table, and immediately a heavy silence filled the dining room.

The owner, who had grabbed the phone, retreated with both hands in his eyes.

Kang Chan looked at Parthal slowly with his eyes still fluttering.

Angry!

What the hell was this bastard doing with a guy that fell off like that?

Crumb.

At that time, Psyre twitched between a broken bowl and a nude chair.

What is it?

The hymn did not miss that short moment that Psyre turned towards Parthal. It was a pity that he should have kept it one way or another.

It was important to stop the psycho from moving and leave the cafe before dealing with it.

Quajazak!

Kang Chan brutally kicked Psyre's face.

Furry.

After his head was brushed to the ground without strength.

“You!”

Parthal winks and gives a glance to the hymn.

“Come here and listen to this motherfucker. ”

French.

The psychedelic partal approaches like a hypnotized man.

The sermon saw the master as if he had warned him last.

It is also funny to do this anomaly against the general public.

“Shuffle.”

Oh, shit!

A man with a white head sits on a psyche, and when anyone hears it, it moans like the earth is lifted up.

Cyril was bloody all over his face, as if he was wearing a red paint.

Kang Chan grabs Psyro's left shoulder and arm and raises him.

"Shuffle!"

I felt the pain of tearing my chest alive, and I felt a strong impression.

“Shuffle!”

After seeing the look on his face, Parthal put his shoulders in the right armpit of Psyre and used his strength to make it more tumultuous.

Kang Chan dragged Psycho out with Parthal to a cafe.

At the opening of the elevator door, the lagoon stopped Lee Doo-hee from winning the final day and winning with his left hand.

How can you be so fast?

Chuckle! Chuckle! Choke!

Security guards with pistols, cops with machine guns in black bulletproof suits, and conquering cops.

The red laser sight spilled from the machine gun greedily illuminated your forehead, neck, and heart.

The final day and the winner lowered their pistols and gave their gaze to the Great Lakes.

As soon as I move here, everything ends up being a hive.

“Don't move! ”

Who the fuck moved?

The Great Lakes gaze at the policemen in front of them with their eyes fluttering.

What if there was a hymn?

What did he do in a crisis like this?

“Drop the gun! ”

The Great Lakes turned their heads and looked at the final day, the victory, and Lee Doo-hee.

“Drop the gun! ”

Choke!

The nervous cop hugs the rifle a little more.

What do we do?

We've achieved our objective. Should we end this nicely?

Heel.

It was the moment of the final day and the snow.

The Stone Canyon reminded me of the wrong curse by looking into the eyes of a final day that was not frightened at all.

“Darye! You son of a bitch! ”

If the hymn that flew all the way to Libya on F16 is capable of deciding this situation now...?

Should I just pull the trigger and tell him to die?

Or do you want me to live like a bad boy?

“Drop the gun. ”

While Wu Hee and Lee Du Hee looked at the Lagoon with suspicious eyes, the final day swallowed up the dry saliva.

“Drop the gun! ”

Son of a bitch! He's talking about throwing away his gun!

“Even if I die here, I realize that we are Korean anyway. Let's just say we're here to avenge the four of us who died because we blamed our country. ”

The three of them were evil.

“The torture will be severe, and the outcome will be a public death sentence anyway, so we can always see the face. Don't forget. I told you to take revenge on this operation. ”

I shake my head briefly at the end of the littoral year.

I was blamed for carrying too much by myself.

“You don't know Arabic, so tell me I'm ready. Everything from weapons to the rest. If you answer clumsily, it explodes into an accident. ”

After speaking, the ganglion turned its gaze and slowly lowered its body.

Sweet.

It was after he put the gun on the ground.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle! Chuckle!

As the rifles and pistols in front of his eyes urged, he aimed for the final day, the victory, and Lee Doo-hee.

The three men lowered their positions with a hard face, lowering their pistols to the ground.

“Push the weapon forward! ”

As he pushed the pistol with his foot, the three remaining men pushed the pistol forward in a similar motion.

Warlock!

It was the moment the police in bulletproof suits ran.

The Stone Canyon saw a man filming this scene with a phone on the third floor railing across the street.

“Alahu Akbar (???????? God, great)! ”

Puck! Puck! Puebuck!

The rifle's head was shot with a gaze on the face and chest of the lagoon.

“Alahu Akbar! ”

I don't know why.

However, if the Great Lakes shouted at the last moment, there must be a reason.

The final day, the victory, and Lee Doo-hee shouted out in a loud voice with his face, chest, and neck, but he didn't even know the meaning.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

The four men who tied their hands behind their backs followed a dreadful medium.

The javelin bites my mouth.

And four bloody people were dragged out of the hotel like dogs.

The shingles in the second row of seats of the passenger car sit next to Parthal and close the door.

Booooooooooo!

Gerar has left the passenger car in a hurry.

It's dark night.

Fortunately, CCTV was not installed everywhere on the road, as in Korea.

While running along the stoned path, I felt the pain of putting a knife in my chest.

Grumpy! Grumpy!

Gerar leaves the road and enters the secluded countryside.

A countryside road that stretches branches like a monster with a large tree in its arms among the unique grasslands of Europe.

As Kang Chan turned his gaze, Parthal flinched.

"Is this guy supposed to be a little short? ’I couldn't hide my insides enough, but the white head and eyes were not polite.

Clumsy! Clumsy!

The passenger car left the country road that was at least tolerable and went into a place that was not even a road.

Profit.

When Kang Chan looks around, Gerar drops out of the car and returns to the back door.

“I'll take a look, just in case. ”

Gangchan nods and moves toward the wooden storehouse built by Gerar.

Once you think about the abandoned countryside, you're right.

A haystack or some kind of lame extension.

Turn off the lights!

Gerar, who opened the old door and entered, immediately came out again.

“You can go in. ”

“Pull this son of a bitch. ”

Gerar holds Psyre's torso and pulls it from behind.

Dumb profit.

If you kick your face like before, you'll be drunk and unconscious.

As Gerar draws the stumbling Psyre to the warehouse, Kang Chan watches Parthal.

I was trying to make myself look relaxed, but it didn't seem like much.

“Get in there.”

Parthal enters the warehouse whilst squirming.

Profit. Choking.

Kang Chan closed the door and looked inside.

It was really a warehouse that decorated this floor like a handrail.

Straw tied in a square shape, a large fork-shaped extension, and the rest were just filthy dirt.

Yippee! Yippee! Duck!

Gerar sits Psyre on a pillar and wraps it in tape.

I didn't even order it.

Nevertheless, Parthal stood by Cyril calmly.

Gerar robs a chair of dust and brings it to the auditorium.

"Shuffle."

I felt a new pain in my chest as I was about to sit down. I felt the taste of fresh blood in the biting bowl.

Kang Chan first turned his gaze toward the white head.

“What's your name? ”

“Parthal.”

You must have seen that psycho bastard.

Did you cheat on him?

It was then.

It's unfortunate that Psycho has barely recovered his mind, and it's hard to stare at him with frustrated eyes.

“What's your assignment? ”

“Don't tell me! ”

Cyrus screams with his bloody mouth.

“Stop that son of a bitch. ”

Gerar gets up without hesitation and closes Cyrus' mouth with a tape.

Gerar and Cyril's eyes met.

However, Gerar was a face that had been mugged to some extent. Seeing the blood that bites the heart of the hymn, the poison blooms properly.

“Give me a cigarette. ”

Gerar approaches, robbing his hands and pulls out cigarettes and lighters.

Scratch.

“Whoo. I ask you one more time. What do you do? ”

Parthal couldn't open his mouth and looked at Psyro's eyes.

I couldn't afford to take the time long.

“Psyro. Remember the pill you sent me? ”

When Kang Chan stares, Gerar pulls out a syringe that looks like a jab from his inner pocket.

“I was told that if you hit this, it will break down. I was originally going to write to you, so let's give him a test. ”

“Urgh! Urgh! Town!”

“Do you think that son of a bitch can get away with this? ”

As he nodded, Gerar walked with a syringe.

It was the moment when he withdrew.

Pueblo!

Gerar gets his boat and falls straight ahead.

Puwook.

It's also a waste of time.

Gerar immediately inserts a syringe into his neck and pushes the medicine.

Furry.

The moment he falls to his side, Psyre's gaze falls.

Like a man who gave up everything.

Why are you touching us?