God of Blackfield

Living as the head of the Intelligence Bureau, it is not easy to feel comfortable for just a day or even an hour. Even so, it's a different story for a person to talk about 24 hours of anxiety.

Kawaguchi, the head of the Japan Intelligence Service, swiftly entered the office and looked around.

Agents protect you.

I spoke with Sueden, and I also exchanged information with the Israeli Intelligence Service. Nevertheless, when he entered the building like this, he rushed to his feet as he appeared and felt his head squeezed tightly.

A hymn that had disappeared somewhere appeared in France and struck down the silver-golo.

It's crazy. And it's gone again.

Who's to say his next destination is not Japan?

"Stupid Yankee! ’

Kawaguchi swallowed up the curse that came from inside.

What? You're going to split up the surroundings of the auditorium and cut off your hands and feet?

I also heard he sent a secret weapon to Korea.

Shortly thereafter, Kang Chan, whose hands were cut off, grabbed the General Intelligence Agency of France and then created an absurd situation that allowed the North Korean army to move in accordance with Korean orders.

In this state, even if China turns around and even defeats the United States, horrible things can happen.

After stepping down from the elevator into the office, Kawaguchi takes a deep breath and sits at his desk.

What if the South Korean-supported North Koreans invade Japan, China and Russia are in a state of hardship, and even the United States is silent?

Gawaguchi shakes his head to tell a bad idea.

Weaknesses were not the only ones.

If the United Kingdom surrenders to Kang-chan and surrenders its earthquake facilities, all Japanese may have to kneel and hang towards Kang-chan and South Korea.

“If you don't want the railway to sink, apologize and repay me justly for what Kawaguchi did. ”

In Kang Chan's words, Kawaguchi is unforgivable in the middle of Tokyo.

Where the hell did he go?

It's time to show your face and put pressure on it.

Gawaguchi knows where the hymn is, but I don't think there's anything more to be hopeful about.

* * *

Sueden had a reddish-brown foot in his eyes.

It was obvious that no one could sleep.

It's a satellite problem. That damn satellite.

It was most urgent to find out where Kang Chan was moving, but there was no way while Korea was managing the satellite.

China's intelligence service personnel were fleeing Korea, and the French Intelligence Service was neatly organized so that Erwan, the Director General of Intelligence, would rather look into the glorification.

“Hmm.”

Sueden sighs deeply before making up his mind.

Sueden is the one who knows Sherman's end better than anyone else.

Despite all their dedication to the United States, there are few things left for Sueden to choose from in a world where operations fail without a chance.

A president who gives up the authority of the United States and sells laughter to Korea.

Sueden stares at the data in front of him with his bitter eyes.

“I'll be different from Sherman. Mr. President.”

His determination flowed alone.

* * *

The Stone Canyon was attached to the wall and listened to the inside.

It was the sound of TV.

A male cosmetic advertisement, I heard the voice of a man who felt that applying yogurt would exude a hidden charm.

The lagoon moves inward with its back against the wall.

Tears shed by the mother of the thumb, even though she wiped them, had no way to dry them.

It's all good. If it's to die and kill for each other's benefit.

But I didn't take someone else's share. I ran around trying to live like that, and I killed people who were trying to live with it.

I remembered the tears that Kim Guangmin's family forcibly swallowed, and then I said, 'You have to take me!’ I also remembered the look of my thumb ring mother crying.

I never let him touch me again.

If something like that happens, whether it's an organization or a country, it pays a horrible price.

Ugh.

The Stone Canyon looked inside with tearing eyes.

The screen of the old brown tube TV ran around the room, and in front of it, a man with an AK rifle on his thigh was sitting in a wooden chair, snatching his gaze.

Beyond the man, I saw a space without a door.

There must be someone in there who's aiming for the Stone Canyon.

Ugh. Ugh.

The Stone Canyon moves soundlessly like a slaughterhouse that finds its prey.

At the end of the advertisement, TV showed a drama in which a man with a mustache was a tree for women.

Five meters, four meters, three meters.

Is the TV that much fun?

Two meters, one meter.

You don't even know how to get this close?

The enemy's head was right in front of him.

Warlock! Ward! Piyut!

The lagoon, which is attached to him, bends its neck with its left hand and then slits its throat again with a great sword.

The man who watched the advertisement "Iron Charm" grew in blood, and blood splashed all over the brown tube TV.

Now all that was left was the middle boss inside.

Ugh. Ugh.

It was the moment when the Stone Canyon should not go inside.

I just met the man who came out of the blue and looked at him.

Stop it!

There was a blink of static.

Warlock!

The Stone Canyon is running.

Puck! Puck! Purebuck!

A succession of fists, elbows, and the back of a littoral lake stretched out again, the enemy descended roughly.

Quajic! Puck! Puebuck! Puebuck!

Few can beat the lagoon with tenacity.

Despite being hit hard on the back neck, the lagoon reaches out like an evil fist and plunges a proper room into the enemy's prestige.

Quada Faction!

Immediately after falling inward as if he knew the enemy.

Whew! Shh!

The knife aimed at the wail was deeply embedded in the area that joins the neck and chest.

Fishy!

There was a lot of blood.

“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

The opponent's body instantly stretches like a spasm.

The head of the Stone Canyon is full of blood, making the eyes look more intense.

There's only one left.

* * *

I thought I'd at least live in the empty room.

Whenever I moved, I felt as if my shin had been torn from the shot, and my whole body became purpling and shivering, but I was so much better that I couldn't take care of my urine in bed.

I've never received a proper compliment in my life.

“Well done, Eun-sil. I did really well. ”

606 Immiok, a lieutenant of the Special Guard, came with her as the commander of this deployment, and she nodded and praised her.

“Shuffle.”

The silhouette raised itself like an evil instrument.

Then I put my healthy leg on the floor and put myself in a wheelchair to go to the bathroom.

I tried not to strap my mate's leg, but I was officially strapped to my right shin with a bullet.

“Toilet?”

“Yes!”

“Jealous!”

Sergeant Ji Eun-hee, who was lying across the bed, looked at the empty room and gave it to him. A few days ago, when she stepped on the soap while showering, she was still hanging her leg on the bed.

For the time being, she had to fix her period in bed by sticking iron in her bones, and she was jealous every time she went to the bathroom.

Then eat less.

Shh, shh, shh.

The loom that turned toward the door slid its head.

“All six wounded are currently being treated in the ward. Simple surgery is enough to solve it on its own, so urgent residents nearby can ask for help. ”

I heard the sound of the equipment on my body squeaking and Immiok explaining the situation to someone in the ward.

The warehouse, which looked like a military vinyl house from a distance with a round roof, was a long corridor with an elongated room.

It's wise to avoid the showers, but you can't just jump into them and soak them.

Yoon Eun-sil sat in a wheelchair and waited for Im Miok to pass.

Shh, shh, shh.

“Sergeant Hu Eun-sil is being treated in this room. ”

Immyok came scarcely before the words were finished, and the commander and deputy commander and three fully armed members of the counter-terrorism team....

Oh, my God.

A hymn came in.

“Clearly!”

Ji Eun-hee yelled.

“Okay, you don't have to see the patient. ”

The colonel shook his head and dried her.

Kang-chan was dressed in a dark white shirt.

As the Colonel, members of the counter-terrorism team, Im Mi Ok, the deputy, and Ji Eun-hee on the other side of the bed saw, the hymn came straight to the empty room.

“Are you okay now? ”

What do you say?

In the eyes of Im Mi-ok, who was standing behind the hymn, a light appeared to be lit.

“No problem!”

I'll deal with it as a soldier.

I'm a proud Korean woman.

But strangely, my heart choked and my tears twisted.

“Hu Eun-sil.”

“Sergeant! Hu Eun-sil! ”

“Anything inconvenient? ”

“Nothing!”

Pick-smiling hymn turns around.

“Can I talk to you two for a second? ”

Im Mi-ok quickly saw Ji Eun-hee on the bridge. If Kang Chan wanted to, he was in a position to carry it right out.

“If you don't mind, I'd like to push a wheelchair and look outside for a moment. Hu Eun-sil, can you do that? ”

“No problem!”

Kang Chan laughed a second time. Then I walked right behind the wheelchair in the empty room.

“Let's go. ”

I didn't hesitate to look ahead and see what Immiok was up to.

It was hot out there.

Of course it's hotter than the inside with the air conditioning turned on.

While the ramparts were moving along the way outside the ward barracks, the gazes of the outside ran in unison.

“There are only two of us now. You can talk comfortably. ”

When Eun-sil looked back, no one was actually following him except the counter-terrorism team member who was standing in front of the ward barracks.

“How are you? ”

“Yes.”

I heard the sound of Kang Chan laughing in the ears of the empty room.

“I've done a great job. We were able to prevent a major crisis. ”

Strangely, my heart was pounding and my heart couldn't answer easily.

“Now you don't have to go shopping for clothes? You can wear a military uniform. ”

“Me, can I forgive my past mistakes someday if I live like this? ”

It was a question that Eun-sil looked forward and asked as if he were alone. It was also a question I always wanted to ask the hymn.

“That's the forgiving mind. ”

I didn't think I'd heard. But the hymn was clear and clear.

“You've done a great job and don't expect your past mistakes to go away. However, if you don't lose this look now, there will be times when you will accept an apology that I sincerely do. That too……. ”

“The forgiving mind, isn't it? ”

“Yes.”

After passing through the ward, the grasslands widely spread out outside the unit are visible. Along with that distant outlying post.

The auditorium with the wheelchair moved forward to the empty room.

“Do you smoke? ”

“Yes.”

He bites the cigarette that Gangchan gave to his mouth, and the fire is also kindled.

“Whoo.”

I felt lonely looking at the meadow.

“What about Mi-young?”

“How are you? ”

“What's happening in Africa? ”

“I have work to do. ”

A magnificent glow of cigarette smoke turned his gaze to the wasteland.

“Don't you regret being a soldier? ”

“Never. ”

Kang Chan nodded.

“If you need anything, tell me now. ”

“I want to go to the bathroom. ”

I've never seen Kang Chan smile so big.

The wheelchair moved back towards the ward barracks.

“Maybe our entire unit in Africa is going to be tough. ”

“I heard. That's why our troops have a different atmosphere. ”

He knew what the hymn was on his chest.

I didn't say it, but I just knew it.

“Wait a minute.”

The lounge asked for it, and the auditorium set up a wheelchair.

“Not long ago, I never regretted being a soldier. ”

He turned his torso forcefully and opened his mouth, staring straight at the hymn.

“I was shot, I almost died, but I didn't regret it. ”

Under the hot sun in Africa, the empty room was giving the story to the first hymn.

“There's no charm for a commander to think of orders in the face of a tough operation. Become a commander who believes in success while on a mission. ”

Kang Chan only moved his lips and smiled and pushed the wheelchair back.

“But why did you become a soldier for so many jobs? ”

This time, Hu Eun-sil picked up and laughed and didn't answer.

How can I say it's because of you?

“To take you directly to the bathroom? ”

Instead, words that were not in my heart exploded.