God of Blackfield

The world of information seemed to be the smellier the more it was experienced. These people planted endless sources of information and used to always hide behind.

On the way to Seoul, Kang Chan first placed a call to Basili.

[Basilida.]

“I finished the test. There's nothing wrong.”

After a short silence that seemed to hang up, Basili's dry voice crossed over.

[What are the results?]

“We're on our way with the retrieved satellite beacon. I'll let you know as soon as the results of the analysis are available. ”

It was a person who could fully understand what the hymn was saying.

[Congratulations on the success of the second test.]

“Basili.”

A hymn to move on to the unknown called him, and Basili waited for the next word in silence.

“If you have any questions, I'll let you know. ”

[Thank you.]

I was informed by a loud voice that my pride was compromised and the phone was immediately disconnected.

Kang Chan sighed as he looked out the window.

I want to stop.

However, I already fell to my knees in a vacuum, so I couldn't seem to do it right now.

“Darye.”

“Yes.”

It was a lagoon that focused on driving as if it didn't want to interfere with my thinking. He made the answer clear.

“Can we finish with the hidden ones? ”

I saw a hymn from the Great Lakes.

“Shouldn't there be as much punishment as those who sent the submarines? ”

“What about the guys in the back? ”

“Captain, even if we worked so hard, we couldn't eliminate all the rebels in Africa. But there was no insurgent who didn't know the captain's nickname. ”

The lagoon speaks with a gaze in front of the driver's seat.

“Isn't the world of information the same? Let's hit them first. ”

The words of the Stone Canyon sound very wise.

Are you getting deeper?

It was just after Kang Chan looked at the Great Lakes.

He lowers the window slightly, and a rough wind comes in as fast as the wind.

“To smoke? ”

“That's the best part about hair complexity. ”

“Hey! Turn on the light and put down the window! How many times do you talk? ”

“Phuhhh, people can do that. ”

The Stone Canyon quickly raises its window, and Kang Chan takes out a cigarette and sets it on fire.

He gave a cigarette to the Stone River, and they asked one by one.

As I lowered the window again, the winds that were aiming for the opportunity ran through a narrow gap.

“Hoo, we won't live long for this. ”

“Aren't you hungry? ”

Certainly this guy tastes like shit.

“Let's eat some kimbo at the rest stop and get going. ”

“Let's do it.”

I was thinking of the Lagoon rather than hungry.

Kang Chan called and entered the highway break room about 10 minutes after a group of cars arrived in the final day.

Wu Hee and Lee Du Hee moved to buy Kim Bop and coffee, and Kang Chan moved to the bench with the lagoon.

“The air here is different! ”

When I was resting on the bench with the Stone Canyon, I was approached by Lee Hee and Lee Doo-hee, who had tons of iced coffee and kimbob.

“The crew dinner? ”

“Looks like an agent in charge. ”

It was a night when a moth was rushing towards its elongated back, pushing out the darkness over its even-numbered round back.

The small wingworms fly as clumsy as mackerel to enter the night.

I sat on a bench made of wood and ate it all together.

There was a conspiracy using a submarine, a terrible number of people were sacrificed by the earthquake, and an informant was captured.

I know that I don't have time to eat kimbok on a freeway lounge bench.

By the way.

I thought it might be the most dangerous thing to run around without even knowing the reality of the enemy.

Powers will never keep their heads down with just one defeat.

If you break a gorilla thrown on a drum barrel because you can't, it's the world's best thing to throw a drum barrel like a bigger gorilla appeared in the next edition.

It was clear that a dirty fight had begun like mud.

Eat it when you can.

Kang-chan picked up Kim Bop. The taste was not good.

People who came to the bench quickly avoided the sight and moved elsewhere. It seemed like the final day, the victory, the intense impression of Idouhee and the twinkling of her eyes.

I ate a line of kimbo, and I drank all the coffee.

Kang Chan did it, and the final day and the winner, Lee Doo-hee, ate three lines of Kim Bop. The Stone Canyon ended in five lines.

It was time to get up with all the coffee.

Unh. Unh. Unh! Unh!

The phone I left on the bench cried nervously.

Is it Basilica?

Kang Chan picked up the phone and smiled and pressed the call button.

[Basilida.]

I thought I could hear the vibrations.

[The amputee was detained in a safe house.]

But when I heard the words that were crossed, the laughter that came up disappeared.

I picked up a cup of iced coffee that I drank all the hymns and put it back down.

After the final snowflake, Lee Du-hee quickly moved toward the store.

“What about safety?”

[You don't have to worry about it right now, because the whole Chinese Special Forces revolt against him is not going to be enough.]

“One or the other of creating or releasing a cause to punish. ”

[Hey, starring. The sacrifice of the amputee is always on this floor.]

Basilica seemed to be nothing like this.

[More than that, it's a priority to find out why we don't know the movements of the United States and the United Kingdom and Israel and Japan.]

“Then I want to take back the stranglehold of those who keep going through it. ”

Basilica's laughter howled.

[Much better than stretching your shoulders.]

Idouhee put the new iced coffee next to the hymn.

[Remember, the United States and Britain have always planted spies in other intelligence agencies since the Second World War.]

“Aren't Russia and France the same? ”

Basilica's laughter crossed again.

[If I hadn't been in the presidency, I might have suffered a similar attack.]

It was a long day to talk like a normal basilica.

[China has clearly turned its back on detaining the two culprits. So we need to find out what was so harsh that those damn rulers pushed out the ambush. Being attractive enough to turn away the energy that Blackhead produces.]

“Basili.”

Basilica waited for the next words of hymn with silence.

“Am I doing well? When I woke up, I was sitting in my office, giving orders like this on the phone. It kicks the nerve of being the best in the information world. ”

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and asked his mouth.

“What's left of a vicious run is to put our country under threat of war and put tens of thousands of innocent Chinese people to death. I honestly don't know if this is a good thing. ”

[Huhuhu.]

Basilica certainly looks great with this laugh.

[If you don't like the starring role, give it to me at any time. That way, intelligence agencies from around the world will run scared to get the necks of the Freshman of Blackfield. What happens next in Korea?]

“Whoo!”

Strong hymns did not persist in emitting long amounts of tobacco smoke.

Basilido put a cigarette in his mouth and looked like a door. Instead of his words, the whistling of the lighter came first.

[Ranoc wanted one. Using strong energy to move power to suppress the war industry of a powerful nation. Our star showed up and made it look great.]

The sound of Basilica spitting out cigarette smoke followed the end of the horse. And, uh...

[What are you going to do if the amputee is executed tomorrow?]

Smoke flies around my neck.

[Ranok may suffer. That's the world we live in. It's no different than the mafia. The coveted takes away the shootings, the knives, and the energized boss's organization somehow collapses.]

It was a strange thing.

I wanted to drink vodka, and I immediately heard the sound of 'open’ and dropping the vodka cup.

[If it's hard, call the CIA, Mossad, anytime. So tell me. I promise to give up everything on condition that I don't touch South Korea and the God-of-Blackfield.]

It was after Kang Chan took a deep breath.

[And go make excuses. To the soldiers and operatives who died in the bloodshed. I was tired. I was scared. I lost the power to fight. And then you spend all the money you've saved on your vacation. What do you think? Isn't it wonderful?]

Kang Chan smiled and took coffee to his mouth.

“Basili.”

[I am listening.]

“Svashiva!”

[Somehow it doesn't sound good.]

Basilica laughed first, and the hymn followed.

[Looks like the Gods of Blackfield is back.]

“I'm going to give you back the branches. ”

[Ha!]

Somehow Basilica hung up after leaving a silent voice that sounded like a fuss.

The loudspeaker lowers his phone, pulls his arms back, straps his bench, and looks at the starry night sky.

Damn it! I forgot.

What do those stars look like?

I can't believe I'm sitting here with the cry of an old mother who sent her son first and the tears of a young daughter who lost her father.

“Hu!”

Though the lights of the resting place sought to rise, they did not cover the superficial stars hanging from the sky.

“I think I'm going to be busy for a while. ”

The Lion Gang Ho glanced with curious eyes and looked back at Lee Hee-hee and Lee Du-hee with a desperate look at the final day.

“You bastards! You have to give me back my hair! ”

“Fuchch.”

The solemn words of hymn and the cruel laughter of the lagoon flowed toward the dark night sky.

I don't know how many more stars will light up that sky.

Still, it can't stop.

I don't know how much more I have to do to turn away from the whining of Nomo and the tears of my young daughter, but I didn't want to insult those stars by making the sacrifices of those who went first in vain.

‘I think I know someone now. ’

Why would he do that?

And it seemed like a bucket of voice was heard among many people.

* * *

The smell of grass darkens at dawn, and in the middle of the day it lays on the road floor, and in the evening it comes up again with the advice of darkness.

Nam Il-gyu heavily sighed with the smell of Soju.

It was a dull night when only the nails in the sky lit up the world.

I refuse to call a taxi and walk quietly.

I liked to throw a stone feast because I combed the emergency.

I haven't been able to relax yet, so I finished briefly and everyone went home, but it was nice to be able to gather and celebrate like this.

If it weren't for the envelope in the name of Steel Gyu, it wouldn't have interfered with the meeting of the juniors. However, Steel Gyu sent Nam Il-gyu himself.

As much as juniors, I wanted to live a happy life, unlike bucket and parchment.

Nam Il-gyu took out cigarettes and lighters from his pocket.

Crumb.

He took out two cigarettes, opened the door in his mouth, then stood still for a while and lit it.

“Whoo.”

Just because there were two doesn't mean there was twice as much smoke.

“How are you? I don't know if there's a cigarette in there, but everybody said, ”

Nam Il-gyu placed a cigarette horizontally at the end of the asphalt that crept outside the guardrail. He then raised his body and looked at the mountain, leaning away from the guardrail.

“The junior, who broke his leg because of the bucket, came back. They all have the same name for bucket. ”

Nam Il-gyu, who emitted smoke, walked to the unit along a narrow path outside the guardrail.

“You're doing well. ”

After a sigh of smoke, Nam Il-gyu bounces off the cigarette's poop and blows the rest away to a halt.

It was a busy move.

The lights of the buildings disappeared, the streetlights were gone, but there was nothing to be afraid of.

If you go into the mountains from the end of the road that turns big now, 30 minutes to the front of the squad is enough. It was a good time to spit out the booze and see the face of a steel statue.

The darkness, the forest from side to side, the occasional rumbling sound.

Others were familiar with what they felt was terror.