God of Blackfield

I'm guessing the speed of the truck when I get here.

It's like jumping at the right speed, so it usually takes between 40 and 50 minutes to walk, and between an hour and a half and two hours to carry an Enzo.

Son of a bitch!

The sun is now coming up to the apex and heating the tip of his head.

The smell of quickie has risen from Enzo's leg.

His back was covered with sweat, and he heard a rumbling breath behind his neck.

Shh, shh, shh.

The sound of rifles, bullets, and great swords is more pronounced than the sound of the militia stepping on the ground.

Every time I took a step, it was noon when a shadow in a lump was trampled on by a cluster of boots, but it followed me like a nightmare.

Pfft.

The back of his head was horrible, so he stopped walking and looked back.

Crazy bastards.

Enzo's words were true.

The lunatics with the scary-looking long knife were following him with their guns on their shoulders.

They are preparing to fall down with their backs bent.

They are widespread in the form of a circle divided in half.

How many can you kill if you grind a rifle now?

With Enzo on his back, his rifle around his neck, a long knife in his right hand, and an AK rifle on his shoulder, the enemies stood motionless for a while.

It's not the Horoscope of "The Flower of the Fortune."

While they're turning around and walking, if they sneak up to their backs, their necks will fly, and instead, if they turn around and pull the trigger, their heads will fly.

The hostiles looked about 20.

So it was difficult to pull the trigger.

One shot at each one of them, about a hundred meters away, surrounded by them, and then we shoot them all down.

I needed a place to kill them all at once or hide myself.

This is the first point called Alpha, and it's foolish to move to Bravo to avoid the body.

The headquarters seemed safe enough not to set up a perimeter, so now it's time to go to headquarters.

Enzo's condition has begun to subside even with the sound of breath.

I had to care more about the smell coming up from his leg than the smell of dirty, disgusting nudles.

Once I get to where I can go.

Then if they come within 50 meters, then they risk their lives.

Shh, shh, shh.

Are you going to be a wounded lion surrounded by hyena?

The cub lion is walking around guarding that lion?

Damn it! I said I wanted to see a lion or a hyena. I didn't ask you to play the role of a lion or a hyena.

Why did this happen?

I never imagined that there was such a world on one side of the Earth.

I missed asphalt.

The sideblocks, the new cars, the buildings, the alleyways, and the cafeterias, the yellow, the red, the colored ones, not the old GM trucks.

Shh, shh, shh.

It felt like my shoulders were ripping out.

Kang Chan raises his left hand and holds Enzo's right wrist firmly.

The power was getting out of his arm.

This is dangerous.

Pfft.

The hymn stops and looks back.

The enemies were lowering their backs again about 80 meters away and staring at the hymn.

Zec! Argh!

While stretching out his right hand and loosening Enzo's bootstrap, the enemy does not move. The hymn in his left hand with the releasable boot strap tied his two wrists together.

“Enzo.”

“Now, have you decided to throw it away……? ”

Don't pretend to be strong with your Mac voice!

“Two things. Why they didn't attack HQ first. I don't know why you're following me like this right now. I want to know.”

“It smells……, hoo. I'm scared.”

Smells like shit!?

I'm tired of being on the ground, on a bridge with a rifle!

“They're in the hills..... with them. Those who command it intend to take it.... Phew. But to take it away, haha. Pretending to work..... Killing the crew like this.... ”

I don't know what you're talking about.

I couldn't understand the Peninsula properly because I was sober and muttering.

“How do I get back to the base? ”

“In my tent……. Machine gun. Radio……. There is.”

Those who bend their backs, turn their heads, and exchange their eyes gaze at each other.

And a shining long knife in the sun.

Choke.

Kang Chan took out the bullet from the rifle he hung around his neck.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

I put a new bullet in my waist and pulled the trinket.

The enemies bend their knees and lay their hands on the ground.

It was still 80 meters, so I had to wait until it was about 30 more meters.

From now on, the flowers of the Fortune Flower have blossomed. ’It was the beginning.

Shh, shh, shh.

It was about five minutes later.

The flower of Fortune Flower has blossomed!

As the hymn flicks back, the enemy lowers and does not move. The distance was about 70 meters.

What meals? Frog meals!

Are you alive? Are you dead?

The hymn carries their widespread positions one by one and moves them back to their heads.

Shadows gathered perfectly beneath the soles of their feet.

I felt the sound of Enzo's breath weaken a little, but the pain on my shoulders grew that much.

I was thirsty. And I wanted to throw Enzo away right away.

I haven't felt the same way in six months with my motivators, but I walk in the sun in Africa with two cigarettes on my back.

The flower of Fortune Flower has blossomed!

Enemies come into the gaze of the auditorium with their heads turned.

It was about 60 meters ahead.

The bastards don't even lower their posture anymore.

It was clear that he was ready to run.

Sixty meters without any obstacles reads the face sufficiently.

So if you can jump into a single breath and cut Enzo's throat, you will run in unison.

It was foolish, ignorant, and dirty.

If you just grind a gun and kill it, it'll be clean. If you chase some people like this crazy, they'll have to cut their throats before they die. It's hard to understand.

Ten meters to go.

Till the damn Fortune Flower fills!

And I have to answer those bastards' questions.

Whether the frog dish is alive or dead!

“Whoo.”

The dry mouth has a tangled smell of dirt and dirt that even swallows the saliva.

Shh, shh, shh.

Following his shoulders, he now felt pressed to the spine.

“Stronghold.”

Oui.

“I am……. Get off me..... Use it as a shield.”

Enzo talks like a sleeper.

“And. Hah. Alive……, remaining. ”

“Enzo.”

“Oui……. ”

Shh, shh, shh.

The flower of Fortune Flower has blossomed!

Enemies are already within 50 meters of each other when Kang Chan turns around.

If you run 100 meters in 10 seconds, you arrive in 5 seconds, and if you run in 14 seconds, you arrive in 7 seconds.

I had to blow 20 heads in seven seconds to live.

In the condition that those lunatics with the knife don't shoot.

“Tobacco?”

There was no answer from Enzo.

Kang Chan put his hand in the top pocket and took out two cigarettes.

It was in front of the enemy.

How and where does this come from?

But when I thought I was ahead of death, I wanted to leave everything else and smoke a cigarette.

Hurried.

It means no one wants to see you, no mother, no father, no friend.

Now I know.

I know it can be frustrating to welcome the last without one person I want to see.

Kang Chan swallowed up his sorrow with filth and bitten two cigarettes in his mouth.

Chul-kung! Cheers! Tooth profit!

“Whoo!”

I grabbed a cigarette with my left hand and handed it to the back, sucking the rest of the cigarette that was biting my mouth deeply.

I hated being the coward in the world.

It was difficult to resist pressing with force.

If I'd accepted that, I would have had quite a lot of fun in South Korea with the money they took from taking care of the school-attacks.

Enzo moves his mouth to bite a cigarette and puts it into his mouth.

Damn it! You'll be all filthy until the end.

“Whoo!”

Enemies changed their gaze again, whether the attitude of the hymn was suspicious or not.

Lightning! Lightning!

And every time they move, the knives throw the sun sharply.

Kang Chan sucked the cigarette long again.

From the beginning until now, it was a cigarette that had never been grasped by hand and was bitten in the mouth.

Tuwook!

The cigarette that Enzo left in his mouth fell next to his right leg.

Smoke from a half-burnt cigarette stabbed me in the eye through my nose, but I don't care about that.

I can see 20 people spreading out like a half-moon drawing and spreading a sword....

It sounded like shit.

Did I ever want a rich son?

Parliamentary father, university professor, mother?

Poor, hard, hard, if you knocked me on the shoulder.

“Spit!”

Kang Chan spit out the cigarette he was biting.

Fifty meters.

Five to seven seconds.

Steelkerduck.

As Kang Chan grabs the rifle, the enemies shrink.

On the ground where the heat from the ground rises like an azyrang, the cub lion gazes at the herd of Hyena.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

I heard breathing.

From then on, the enemy's head clearly came into view.

I wanted to kill him in one shot.

Those bastards are doing that shit because somebody told them to, and there's no hymn, no crazies, no personal grudges.

If I had to die and kill by order, I wanted to kill at least once, in one shot, in one moment.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

It was the moment when Kang Chan heard the sound of his breath and was vicious.

Enemies rush at once.

The sound of rifles on his shoulders and the footsteps of his enemies spurting the dirt are unrealistic.

Choke!

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

He popped his head on the right end.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

I move to the left and pull the trigger in order.

Crazy bastards!

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

The rest of the hostiles rush like bad guys, even though they fall out like they pushed their heads back.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

The enemies were about 15 meters ahead.

Fifteen meters!

Extending an arm reduces the length of a knife by one metre, and the length of a knife kills one metre.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

It was 10 meters.

The distance between the frowned face, eyes, and loosely stretched tops of the running enemies, the dirty neck, and the dreadful days of the flourishing sword.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

“Alahu Akbar! ”

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

One of them hooks up like he's reducing the space.

Whip!

I didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

Kaaang!

Rifles turned by Gangchan sharply grind the blade.

Warlock! Quada Party!

The enemy rushed in like a hymn and fell to the ground together, but there was no room to worry about Enzo.

Red-blooded eyes, unwashed body odor, and harsh breathing sounds!

Qaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

"Turn it off!"

Kang Chan holds the enemy's right wrist with a knife in his left hand.

And the strangler grabs his left hand with his right.

“Argh!”

The enemy shouts with a twisted jab.

If you miss this wrist, your neck will fly.

It was a good thing Enzo was behind him like a backrest, so his torso wasn't completely turned back.

“Turn it off!”

The enemy's left hand, which slit his throat, is enormous.

So no matter how much I twist his left wrist, I can barely take it off.

“Turn it off!”

He puts his weight in his right hand, screaming.

Bubbles!

There was a limit to stopping it with your left hand.

As he pulls his wrist down, a shining blade drops near his ear.

Son of a bitch!

I'd rather shoot and kill you!

Why the hell did you come all the way out here?

“Argh!”

This time, the hymn shouted loudly.