God of Blackfield

Gogan woo, who turned on the TV, put the remote control on one side of the desk.

National Intelligence Agents reported the killing of Gibril as a breaking news story, followed by a video on the Internet.

“I think we can negotiate in the back using what the teacher shouted at the end...? Why don't you talk to Basilica in Mongolia? ”

Once the hymn is gone, it's a real thing again.

South Korea's National Intelligence Commissioner can't easily meet with Basilica. I was sick and ashamed, but I was so cold about the reality.

“Principal, why don't you meet former Ambassador Lanok at the hospital first? It's an antiretroviral hospital, so you can ask for an interview right away, and it's friendly to us, and it works right with Basilica. ”

Kim Hyeong-jeong's opinion was a flashy face.

“Let's make an appointment. ”

“You need to know how to make a final statement by a teacher or agent. It's also important to be honest that we ordered the assassination. ”

“Hmm.”

Goganwoo breathes heavily.

Only my heart was too hasty.

I have never done such a tremendous job before, so I lack experience above all, and then the connection to the information world is so insignificant.

It was a moment of realizing the importance of global talent.

“I thought it was too short. ”

I was an administrative officer.

He used to keep his emotions up until recently, but he was a vessel that would listen to the opinions of the executives, including Kim Jong-jeong.

“As you said, let's look at the information our agents will find out. Even so, I suggest you pursue your conversation with Ambassador Lanoke. I'll see what happens. ”

Gogunwoo looked out the window and remembered the two of them.

It was a ranoch that seemed to have turned over the hymns and masks that had always happened.

Lannock was staring at the TV, leaning on the bed with his head up. It was an overseas news specialty broadcast from satellite broadcasting.

“I'll give you some more red tea. ”

“Yes, Commissioner. ”

Raphael dressed in suits picked up a set of fine pottery kettles and followed a clear glass of red tea.

Quickly.

In a glass of white porcelain, a dark red tea fumes the refined water vapour.

Rafael took the cup on the tray, and Ranok had a hard time drinking tea.

“I wish I had a cigar. ”

Raphael turns around and puts the tray on the table, as if he were hiding a smile on his mouth.

“Raphael.”

“Yes, Commissioner. ”

Raphael turns to Ranoc with a polite attitude.

“Which one of me and Basilica will call first? ”

Raphael remained loyal in front of Ranoc with a slight turn of the head.

“You don't know that anymore. ”

“For the past 35 years, I have never known you. ”

Ranok smiled at the mouth and gave the TV a glance.

“Maybe I should lose this time. Basilica's patience has grown. If I'm the same..... now. ”

Tirurururururu-look. Tirururururu-look. Tirururururook.

Raphael picks up the phone when he turns around like Ranoc is interesting.

Basilica, who put the phone on the table, looks at the amputee across the street with an uncomfortable face.

It still felt like the cold outside air rushed to one side of the open container.

The target receives a call and the beep is off.

[“Basili, it's been a long time. ”]

“Hm! I was wondering if I could see him dead, but I'm disappointed. ”

[“Thanks to your interest. ”]

It's a call with a speaker.

The ambush who was listening together gave Basili a glance with the expression 'great things’.

“The ambush is listening together. ”

Basilica introduced the best.

“It's good to hear your voice, Commissioner. ”

[“It's been a tough time, so there's only a few days left for us to face each other again. ”]

Two people greeted each other.

“Gibril is dead. ”

[“I saw it on the news a little while ago. ”]

A smile appeared to laugh at Basili's mouth as she turned her gaze toward the wilderness.

“Korean intelligence never does that on its own. If you want to stay ahead of the French Seekerman, I'll back off. ”

Short silence followed.

[“Let's go easy, Basili. We're both injured."]

The answer of Ranoch, as generous as Mo, crossed.

Basilica now smiles gladly, so that she feels like she has seen him since she first met him.

“Then it's your turn to prepare the gift you wish for. ”

It was when the ambush saw Basili with astonished eyes.

[“It would be nice to have a small reward for the big gift he's going to bring. ”]

An even more remarkable answer crossed the lanoke.

Who the hell are these people?

How can you be so sure that Kang Chan is alive?

Basilica smiles at the cold end of her eyes.

in front of the gaze of a shocked and embarrassed young man.

* * *

I went to catch a crustacean, and I heard it was a pyramid, and you feel like a carp with only one forearm pulling out?

I felt a great sense of praise for asking questions and answering them to Parthal.

“Who ordered the murder of a Korean agent in Libya? ”

“Psychic.”

In front of the gaze of the hymn, Cyril looked like a man who had been mindful of everything.

“Why kill an agent? ”

“To stop the mouth of the agent who leaked information to the Korean National Intelligence Service Principal. ”

Kang Chan snorted and pressed the upward distributor.

There was so much I wanted to hear first.

I didn't know how long it would take, and I didn't even know when the enemy would run here.

“Have you targeted South Korean agents who went to Libya? ”

“That's right. I heard you almost ran into a hymn there. ”

It was a moment when Kang Chan laughed at his head.

“I heard you grabbed it when you got out of the truck. ”

It was a flourishing and emerging memory.

That son of a bitch!

Despite Kang Chan's glare, Parthal stood with a dazzling face as if dreaming.

“Who is David's total star leader? ”

“At the moment, it's Siegfeld. ”

Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung.

“Urgh! Urgh! Ughh!”

Psycho, who seemed to have given up everything, tried to stop the horse by poking his back on the pillar.

“Where is Siegfeld now? ”

“He must be in Hawk Bay. ”

“Hawk Bay? Tell me exactly where it is. ”

Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung.

When Kang Chan snows, Gerar walks to Psyre.

“If you've ruined someone's life like this, you should show them how to reflect at the last minute. ”

The look in the eyes of a bound cyborg was definitely the same.

“If the captain was wrong in my hand..... ”

Gerard, who looked at Psycho with his eyes, kicked his head with a big kick.

Huuuuuu!

The Psyre's head fell off the pillar.

Kang Chan asked Parthal the same question again.

“This is a port in Bermuda. There's an island about 200 kilometers away that doesn't appear on the map. ”

“What about defensive weapons? ”

“Terrestrial missiles, two submarines, a radar base, an aircraft, that's all I know. ”

The face of Parthal is full of pride.

“Is that where David's Star Headquarters is? ”

“This place hides itself when David's star is considered dangerous. The star of David refers to the operator who operates the finances of the time, not the organization. When Siegfeld dies, the next star of David becomes me. ”

It was a face full of pride on its glorious face, and when it hit, the hymn almost punched Parthal.

“I think it would be fun to deal with that son of a bitch. ”

By the way, Gerar was thinking of something else.

In response to a question initiated by King Lee, Kang Chan asked several more questions, ranging from the assassination prayer of Moonreproduction to international building terrorism.

“This is what I planned with Abu. ”

“How do I contact Siegfeld? ”

“I have a phone. ”

It was the moment I finished answering.

Parthal suddenly began to tremble.

Furry!

Then I fell back and still fell.

The freezing time passed about 20 minutes.

It is foolish to be here any longer.

“Gerar, solve that son of a bitch. ”

“Got it.”

Gerar, who was instructed by the hymn, walked forward to Psyre and lowered to one knee.

Boom.

Gerard opens his mouth with his forehead on one hand and his chin on the other.

“Revenge is too easy to divide, but remember one thing. ”

Wrinkles.

Cyrus's consciousness has returned, and he has his eyes closed.

I heard a strange rumble every time I breathed because of the blood flowing out of my nose.

“Never sleep in someone else's life again……. ”

Like the master, who ignored the rebellion of his servant for the rest of his life, Cyrus saw Gerar as a petty sight until the end.

“Don't rebel against the captain even when he's dead. ”

It was shortly after Cyril's eyes trembled.

Huff! Huff!

Gerar turns his jaw perfectly to the sky and then raises his body.

“Let's get that bastard in the car. ”

Gerar grabs Parthal's arms and pulls him out of the storeroom.

“Siegfeltra...? ”

Kang Chan made an impression by raising his body from the chair.

Siegfeld, sitting on a self-propelled plane, did not take his eyes off the TV's sidewalk.

I was anxious

I was steaming somewhere.

Even when I said I killed the Great King ant, my heel tingled strangely.

“After all, was it a scorpion? ”

It is most regrettable that we have not yet objectively confirmed his death.

Maybe Basilina Lanok was working with the Great Ant Yang, a Korean national intelligence agency.

“Hmm.”

Incorrect investment is the most effective way to get your hands off it at once.

Both of the men who had been dispatched to Korea were dead, and the National Intelligence Agency, who had barely been brought in here, was also arrested.

“Stupid...! ”

If it hadn't been for Abu Dhabi, there would have been nothing like this.

I captured Libyan National Intelligence Agents and sent fake information, coordinated the timing through agents in South Korea, and it was good to have Abu Dhabi kill them.

Even though I was aiming for an international building with foolish pride….

Belief. Belief. Belief. Belief.

At that time, the phone rang, cutting Siegfeld's mind.

After picking up the phone and confirming the caller, he smiles softly, not according to the situation.

If you fail today, you will be bitten by an ant.

There will be dozens and hundreds of ways to look at Korea long. A growing Parthal will push South Korea into the bush in the next decade.

Siegfeld pressed the call button with a satisfied face.

“Where are you? Let's go together. ”

[“Siegfeld. ”]

A young and strong voice called out to him.

Siegfeld, who flashed down the phone, checked the outgoing number and hurriedly took the phone to his ear.

“Who are you? ”

[“It's Siegfeld."] ”]

Is this...?

Siegfeld shakes his head.

Even if he's alive, he can't have Parthal's phone.

Pueblo!

That's when the horrible sound of media came across the hydrant.

[“Argh! ”]

I heard a familiar scream in a row.

“Partal! Partal! ”

[“This is fun. Try grinding the other side this time. ”]

Pueblo!

[“Argh! Turn it off!”]

At the same time, Siegfeld's horror and fury soared as all his hair fell into the sky.

“Who are you! How dare you..! ”

[“Shall I kill you? ”]

Siegfeld shuts his mouth.

[“Siegfeld"? ”]

“Tell me the requirements. ”

I heard a sigh of laughter across the phone.

["Choose. Whether Parthal dies first, you die next, or you live a life of submission to the Republic of Korea forever. Stupid. Did you think I'd die so peacefully? ”]

Siegfeld frowns all over his back.

It seemed like this.

Somehow, that horrible Korean didn't seem to be dead.

[“It seems difficult to choose, so I will decide. The original food feels more delicious than what the other person ordered. ”]

Siegfeld didn't think of anything to say right away.

[“I'll kill you in order. Go where you want to go and hide. ”]

“What about Parthal? ”

[“We should go apologize to our National Intelligence Commissioner, the Commissioner of Fuel Resources, and the crew and agents who were sacrificed because of you. ”]

Siegfeld did not immediately understand the hymn.

‘Are you going to take me to the Tower or Memorial Park? ’

So I paused and only asked a question.

“Are you taking me to Korea? ”

Once again, the sound of fluffy laughter crossed the sign language.

[“What about Korea? We have to go to hell and wait for you to come. ”]

I hung up with a distinctive laugh.

You're so cocky!

Siegfeld immediately dials Cyril's number, as it is unfair that he was embarrassed and failed to confront him properly.

It was after a few beeps.

[“Siegfeld. I'm disappointed when it comes out like this. ”]

I heard a hymn and I hung up.

I thought it was a great ant.

But I wondered if he turned into a scorpion, and at some point he felt like he was becoming a bigger cobra than anyone else.

There was not a single, intact lagoon tied to the control room chair.

“All right, I'll tell you you're right. Then you have to tell me exactly where you got the weapons and the money. ”

I raise my head as hard as my fist.

“The royal family of Saudi Arabia was murdered in my country. If you're not instructed by the Korean National Intelligence Service, at least the people who supplied weapons and money should be honest. Isn't that right?”

He opened his mouth with an expression of frustration on the face of an Arab who had oiled his head neatly.

“Hey, you're gonna die anyway. This mask, the weapon, tell me where you got the money. ”

The man grabs the mask worn by the Stone Canyon and shakes it in front of his eyes.

“If you keep coming out like this, we'll be forced to reveal the faces of you and your colleagues. You wouldn't believe a man who speaks Arabic so proficiently would quietly pass up the murder of a royal, would you? Isn't that right?”

Short silence followed.

“Divblack (???). ”

“Hmmm.”

I put my hand in my pocket like a man who threw a big sigh in the words of the Stone River. Then he took out a cigarette, set it on fire, and passed it on to the mouth of the lagoon.

“Whoo.”

The cigarette that was bitten in the mouth of the Stone River spreads out by the smoke.

“Let's go easy. The National Intelligence Service directive?”

“Revenge for killing our deputy commissioner. ”

A man chuckles as if he's stuffy.

“Okay, okay. So what about weapons?”

“I bought it through Ivan. ”

“That's crazy. Ivan, who doesn't even snore on the missile deal, just sold a pistol and a big sword? ”

Smoke rises again in the mouth of the Stone River.

The man who was staring at me as though he hated me shook his head and raised his head again.

“What about the money? ”

The man who was halfway burned and staring at the ashes clinging to him immediately opened his mouth.

“I got it through a flashlight and you don't remember his number, do you? ”

“Fuchch.”

It was the moment when the Stone Canyon nodded its shoulders and laughed.

Pueblo!

A man grabs a cigarette and washes the face of the lagoon at the door.

Puck! Puck! Boom! Boom! Pueblo!

The blood of the Stone Canyon splashed around the man's waist in red, but he didn't know his fist would stop.