God of Blackfield

Needless to say, the French Intelligence Service is doomed in a word.

A powerful leader split into two factions with a sense of mission and turned them into a group of people who were swayed by the captives of an unfaithful childhood.

It's this guy, it's that guy, and everyone who opens their mouth says they work for the glory of France. However, what they did was not the same as a rat that eats tissue to gain power.

I still wondered.

The one who sent the satellite signal, the one who received it, and the one who controlled the information from the General Intelligence Agency.

Lannock is never going to know anything like that.

But why has he kept his body hidden in the villa all this time?

Kang Chan heard the documents of Deputy Director Eun Golo pushed by Hugo.

He planted an informant in the next generation of power plants, received a report of the situation, and instructed Kang Chan to control the information that should have come over.

Kang Chan laid down the documents of Eungolo, and again gazed at the documents of three of them. All three of these deputy chiefs from Eungol were careers in Romain's department.

Killing people is not easy.

That is particularly true of what must be done on the battlefield without a gun and a knife.

Thyr. Thyr. Thyr.

At that time, Hugo's phone, which suddenly rang, cut off the idea of a hymn.

Oui.

After a short answer Hugo added a similar answer twice, he concluded the call.

“I finished deploying the Korean counter-terrorism team. ”

“I'll move right away. ”

As instructed by the hymn, Hugo stood up.

A pair of tightly woven trousers on the shoe, a flowing belly and waist, a shabby hair in the middle, and a short key.

If I was instructed to find an Intelligence Agency agent in the square, Hugo wasn't too much of an agent, so he looked rather suspicious.

After leaving Hugo's prepared office, Kang Chan dreadfully took out the phone and dialed the number before getting in the car.

“Sofian, are you ready? ”

[Please come quickly.]

It was the answer to the complaint, but I can see that.

Kang Chan identified a Kukri, a pistol on his leg, and a separate pistol hung behind his waist.

“Deputy Chancellor, why don't you leave this to another agent or organization? ”

As the destination draws closer, Hugo talks to me like he can't take it anymore.

“Eungolo is the Deputy Director General. My nationality prevents the remaining agents from taking over and the Director General becomes more difficult. In that case, the General Intelligence Bureau will target you, Ambassador Ane. ”

If Eun Golo is eliminated and Kang Chan doesn't take over the General Intelligence Agency, Hugo has to hide unconditionally, and if he can't, he has to hide for the rest of his life.

“Hugo.”

Oui.

“This is what I promised the Ambassador. Even if the French turn their back on their enemies, once they decided to deal with it with affection. And I decided to protect my next successor. ”

While looking back, Hugo's thick neck twitched.

I don't know if it was the tension or the emotion, but I swallowed the drool.

“From the moment the General Intelligence Bureau split, France was shaken everywhere. What I want is for there to be no foreign troops in front of my rifle, for the Intelligence Bureau to regain its former glory. ”

The old building stares down at the auditorium with a snoring lanoke.

“And finally, bringing them together around a powerful leader, that's all. ”

“Thank you, Deputy Director. ”

It was a crazy greeting, so Kang Chan picked up and laughed.

“Thank the ambassador rather than me. I wouldn't have done this much trouble if it wasn't for him. ”

After speaking, the audition turned its gaze outward.

Would he have been in this position without Lanoke?

I need to think about this.

Paris is a small circle, a large circle of roads that surround it, connected by tiny little roads.

The Senne River flows through the middle of it, and our country's Yeouido is in the middle of the? le de la cite like a night island.

Sitting in the dark, the island of Cité looks like this: "France. 'I was seducing people as if I were shouting.

The Saint Chapelle, Notre-Dame Cathedral, and surrounding buildings were all strangely lit from the ground up, and that felt strange.

From crossing the Notre Dame Bridge, Hugo seemed unnatural in turning his head or lifting his handle as if he had stuck his wick on his shoulder and neck.

Kang Chan burst into tears with a deep breath.

French General Intelligence Agency? Deputy Director General?

If Kang Chan misunderstood that he was coveting his place, he really saw the wrong person.

Even now.

Eliminating Eungolo means that the French Intelligence Service will turn against the enemy, and that is why it will stop the foreign troops from pulling the trigger.

The car crossed the Notre-Dame Bridge and slowly turned. The hotel looks directly at the cathedral.

It was a start from the moment I got off the car.

“Hugo, don't let your tension get in the way of what I told you. Tonight, if we don't take control of the General Intelligence Agency, we won't be able to protect the Ambassador anymore. ”

Oui.

Hugo is not a field agent.

So he was much better off taking care of the things behind him as he was instructed.

By the end of the day, it was in front of the hotel.

In front of an ancient building that emits sophisticated lighting, Hugo immediately set out.

It was just after entering the front of the hotel Le Notre-Dame.

The people who are complaining about the hymn immediately came into my eyes.

Long, stubborn body, dark suits that don't suit the attraction, and neat hair. It was rather strange not to think of them as agents.

Isn't it too reckless to try to solve it alone?

That's what people think.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

I began to hear the sound of breath in the ears of the hymn.

And everything came into sight one by one, one by one, and cruelly clear.

A French couple laughing about what's good.

A middle-aged man with three spacious paper bags who looks tired of shopping.

Oriental group of tourists leaning on the flag.

An agent who stares at three or four places.

Kang Chan immediately walked up the stairs to the second floor.

It was a blue shirt in a black suit.

Approaching the stairs leading to the second floor, two agents quickly blocked the front.

You rotten bastards.

I trained and raised him to work for the glory of France, and he's a filthy rat who uses his organization for his own good.

“Identify yourself. ”

In what the hymn says like a warning,

“General Intelligence is Sharère. ”

The long-awaited Frenchman gave the wrong answer.

Kang Chan only lifted his lips and laughed.

Even though I knew that Kang Chan was the Deputy Director General, I stopped him. If he knew his rank, he knew he should never have stopped him.

The hymn stares straight at Sharère.

“Out of the way.”

“You can't go up. ”

“What do you want, death? ”

There's no warning.

I intend to kill all those gathered here if I have to.

Sharère and the man standing next to her, who saw the glorious eyes, were struggling to pretend that she was pregnant.

That's it.

I'm going to get rid of it anyway, but what a warning.

Feeding.

Kang Chan looked back.

Sofian's snob, leaning on the front desk and looking over here, said, "Shit! ’I saw it move.

He nods and follows the gaze of hymn right after the agents look at Sophia.

Aggravation!

One of the French couples climbed a skirt. There were machine guns on both thighs.

I didn't know it was enough to save FN90.

It was the moment that Sharère's face hardened.

Puck! Puck!

Kang Chan is shot in a row with a fist that blocks the front and makes two people's necks sharp.

Tatata en! Tatata! Tatata-ta-ta-ta!

“Argh!”

It was just after the sound of the machine gun, the chandelier of the ceiling, the breaking of the glass, and the screaming.

Bugs and bumps.

Kang Chan confidently climbed the stairs.

Pervert! Pervert! Ta-da-da!

One of the agents who pulled the gun out of the corner of the first floor collapsed into a hive.

Tootata!

Oriental tourists took their rifles out of their bags or large shopping bags and rushed to the auditorium in unison.

Pervert! Pervert! Tatata en! Furburbuck!

His back explodes with chaos.

I didn't have time to dry, I didn't want to dry.

Those who believe in the faction and throw away the honor of the organization will never again throw their lives for the glory of France, for the General Intelligence Agency.

It's not stigmatizing.

Whether it's due to the nature of the organization or not, people in the intelligence service or the military will never be cleaned up again once they start making personal greed.

They are those who must work for the country, as collateral for death.

But when they lose their sense of mission and honor, their lives become the most precious in the world, and they never throw their lives for their mission.

Because I can't calculate it, I can't die because it's too bad I earned it.

Warlock! Wax!

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

Two running agents cut through his forehead.

Ta-da-da-da-da! Furburbuck! Pervert Bug!

There are so many bullets in their bodies that they fall cruelly.

It's sad.

Some of them must be from an alien army.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! The Tatata Party! Furburbuck!?

Some people may have known or remembered the nickname of the hymn.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta-da-da-da! Pulverbuck!

The agents, who should never have been bitten by the greed of an asshole, were dying for the sacrifice of their filthy desires.

It's also in the hands of one gang.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta-da-da-da-da-da! Ta-da-da-da!

The runners looked similar.

After Kang Chan pierced his forehead, a bullet hit his entire body before he even collapsed.

Kang Chan, who threw the pistol he was holding, took the pistol out of his ankle again.

You idiots.

Realize what you did wrong when you died.

And teach the rest of them a lesson.

How miserable the dirty agents died.

Do not forget that the blood you have shed is not worth a euro.

Ta-da-da-da! Tatata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

The gunshot sounded chaotic from the bottom, causing agents outside the hotel to attempt to enter.

During the ascent of the stairs, the Oriental gangs, dressed as tourists, rushed up to the new face first.

Ta-da-da-da-da! Ta-da! Tatada Faction! Tatata en!

It is the French General Intelligence Agency.

The National Intelligence Agency of the Republic of Korea is an unmistakable place, the organization the World Intelligence Agency feared the most.

Only one of Romain's chiefs appeared and died, and at that short moment, the General Intelligence Agency became such a stupid, shabby organization.

Larocque may not have been able to see this.

This is what happened to the organization that lost its wife, sacrificed her legs, and defended her.

While climbing the second floor, the sound of the machine gun of the gangs that first ran sounded elongated.

After climbing the stairs, the hall appeared in front of the hall as the auditorium turned toward the hallway.

When I heard the sight of three dead agents and three or four gang members at the entrance, there was only one Dalang table in that large hall.

The frightened hotel staff were in the corner with a machine gun pointed at them by the Orientals in the tourist outfit.

Bugs and bumps.

There's still a loud gunshot coming from downstairs, but the hymn is as usual.

There were five of them sitting around the table.

Kang Chan gave his gaze to Ngolo, who sat in the middle most.

The deputy commander didn't pull the weapon until the end when the agents died.

It was unbelievable that the agents who were healthy for this bastard's greed died next time.

Silver Golo, and the three faces in the picture, the last one who always sits on the table like an appendix with no big deal.

“Silver Golo, tell Romain. As far as I am concerned, the French Intelligence Service will always follow Commissioner Lannock's wishes. ”

It was the moment Eungolo tried to open his mouth.

Ta 'ang!

Kang Chan pulls the trigger, and the middle of his forehead explodes.

Like opening a faucet, blood gushed out.

Quada Faction!

When a man dies, only that filthy body remains.

I don't know how much more I need to shake these fuckers and be like that.

“Deputy Director General! We……. ”

Soon after the next man with stubborn lips hurriedly opened his mouth.

“Put it away.”

In the French words that Kang hyung said and threw,

Ta-da-da-da-da-da! Furburbuck! Tatata en! Pulverbuck!

Tadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada Ta-da-da-da-da-da! Furburbuck!

After your body exploded horribly, it was brushed to the ground.

A rough gunshot coming up the stairs from the bottom was still running alone.

Kang Chan took out his phone and listened to the dead Eun Golo.

Tatata en! Pulverbuck!

Just one shot and pressing the number to see if you liked the fall, one of the gangsters put a bullet in the heart of Silver Golo.

There are all these meticulous bastards in the gang.

“Ngolo and the party have been eliminated. Take care of the hotel.”

[Roger that. I have been contacted by the Director General to tell him that he wants to see the Deputy Director General. We'll take care of the situation and see you.]

It was just before I hung up.

[Thank you, Deputy Director General.]

Hugo said as if strangled, and the phone was hung up.

“If we wait here, Sophia will come up. ”

Kang Chan threw a horse at those with rifles and moved down.

The sound of a gun being heard outside, the sound of a rifle being maneuvered inside, and the sound of a rifle coming down the stairs cut off like a knife.

Of course there were no tourists or guests in that large hall, and not even one employee was seen.

Kang Chan walked toward Sophian, who was standing inside the front with a dissatisfied face.

“If you're on the second floor, we'll take care of it. I will not forget to keep my promise. ”

“I've never thought of it as scary. ”

Pic smiled and raised his head toward the second floor.

“Climb up!”

He cried out, and the lovers who had taken over the lobby from the man with the rifle moved toward the stairs in a curled position.

The hotel lobby was a mess, so the light coming in from outside seemed more spectacular.

It was the night Lanoke wanted to see.