History's Strongest Manager

“Ugh!”

Kang Jun twisted his sixth standard wrist to snatch the gun and fired at the other North Korean soldiers who were hiding with the stolen gun.

- Bang, bang!

With a clean shot, two North Korean soldiers were shot in the head and killed instantly.

“Hey, comrades! Ugh!"

Kang Jun looked down at the quartermaster with a cool face.

“That's why I told you not to look bad. ”

Kang Jun threw the bar outside the car, and fainted when he kicked the abdomen out of Doho Yeon who was coming.

“You didn't think it would explode? ”

“Is it possible that everything is transparent? ”

If you roughly make that core capsule, the factory will blow up in the manufacturing process. So safety was our top priority when making core tablet capsules. If I made a mistake, I would not only fly a factory, but the company would have to close the door in the future, so I made it myself.

Of course, Kangjun was a little nervous because he didn't believe in the domestic military industry, but the result was good anyway.

However, unlike Kang Jun, some of the detained people peed when the shotgun fired.

Of course, not many people have just lost it because it was mostly people who had just been caught in the dark.

The mason was stunned with male foam.

Kang Jun laughs as he sees survivors who are speechless.

“I think that's a pretty good idea. ”

Tohoyeon was rather afraid of Kang Jun, who could smile casually in the Sea of Siam blood. And I realized that it was impossible for me to measure such a life at the highest standards.

Gangjun and Tohoyeon were bound one by one in search of ropes. One North Korean soldier and 16 internal agents were killed in containers, 23 of whom survived, including the captain.

The black market itself has been set in order, and they will wait for military deployment, capturing only the top brass. The chief became a puppet under the oppression of Kangjun and Dohoyeon, and the guards allowed him to go in and out of work on his own by order.

The central iron door opens and the gluteus maximus enters.

“That's fucked up.”

Looking at the landfill, he kicked his tongue, but did not scold Gangjun. The rest of the crew are sitting on the loading dock, surrounded. The loading dock had a weapon to smuggle and a payment to receive. The chief recognized the face of the gluteus maximus and dropped his whole body like a tree.

“Do you smoke? I'll give you one.”

“Well, here he is. ”

The chief took a cigarette out of his arms and gave it to the glutes, and he enjoyed smoking the cigarette he received.

“This is why it's so hard to travel for long periods of time, no matter how many cigarettes you bring. ”

He sat down on the steps of the loading dock, and the chief was laying his eyes down a few steps. The question of full-time was simple.

“First of all, ”

Limbs pointed to the ceiling above, the black market.

“And this. ”

Next, he pointed to the floor. It was a loading dock, a black market conglomerate.

“That last one. ”

And he pointed to the weapons in the vehicle and the things that were meant to be weapons. His glutes inhale the smoke deeply, and his white breath howls toward the burial chamber.

“Explain. ”

Pandora's Box will open.

The 'dean' who practically managed the black market and was deeply involved in smuggling weapons against North Korea was not a great man. He was a new type of gangster who was running a hound team for money from big companies, but he didn't have much power and was working with a few agents.

The guards were also the ones who put some corporate surveillance stations on some of the agents he was carrying.

Of course, it was his role to solve VVIPs' 'annoying problems' without compromising on their dirty work. Of course, he didn't have a business license, and he wasn't a street service gangster for everyone.

They range from dealing with annoying internal women or bastards to dealing with whistleblowers.

Then there was an opportunity for him, but it was' market management '. Hearing the great explanations, he was promised a huge income, then gladly nodded, followed by the establishment of a secret black market for DMZ and then sent to the site as its manager.

Of course, he was in a stumped position, so there was a connection with the criminal hunters, and gathering people into the newly constructed market was created by the unfinished information he released.

However, when he arrived and started managing, he realized that this was not a removable structure. As soon as I took my foot off, I realized I'd be treated like so many people I'd dealt with.

He was not satisfied with this underground life after all. I couldn't leave without seeing beautiful cement walls all the time and meaningless office work in front of periodic auditors.

The employees who were sent were also trapped indefinitely, and regularly went on vacation and other people came out, but they were also under the company's supervision while resting.

After all, the paper itself was a victim, so Kang Jun, Heo Heung-geun, and Do-ho-yeon took care of it.

But the important thing was next.

As the black market got into orbit, a sudden order appeared. The other side of the tunnel said to exchange the shipment and send the money to the designated location.

Weapons export initiated.

In the beginning, they made up the black market for DMZ and were essentially smuggling weapons. The implicit incarceration of the DMZ was possible because of the two governments' implicit incarnations. The black market was merely an 'add-on' configured to obtain other income from the secret tunnel that was set to be breached.

The criminals who touched the military knew what North Korea needed, and were willing to buy it 'much more than its regular price.' Black Market has been known and respected by both the head of the Korean government and the head of the North Korean government since its inception.

The point was smuggling weapons, and the black market was sideways.

But the chairman also had a feeling that he might be eliminated. It was the only way to survive someone so deeply involved, and it was to catch a weakness.

Where he's been, where he's been and what he's been sending from. A detailed record of who was involved in the transaction. Later on, it was a trick that prevented him from touching himself with a weapon.

As it was difficult to avoid public execution when the records were made public, they were self-defense.

As a result, the data looked like a dead dog, but it wasn't either.

“Save me, instead of giving it to me. ”

The materials eventually became a way for him to survive, as he intended. He explained in a passage what was contained in the vast amount of evidence he had.

“CCTV screenshots, call history, recording files, night watches, docks. Inventory records, pictures of items, and transactions received. The driver's license, license plate records, everything. I have everything you want. ”

All the undeniable evidence, even too much and too hard to count, he collected to survive this black market connection.

It was originally evidence collected to be safe in the pursuit of the disaster, but now it has become a card of dealings to avoid the Constitution and the judgment of the law. He kneels politely in front of the glutes and asks for it. If he refuses, he has no reason to submit it. It'll be hard to avoid the death penalty anyway.

“It's not that hard. ”

“Not verbally, but I will send you the data when I leave the country. Just help me get out of here safely. ”

But in his everyday filthy world, he didn't want to believe a word he said.

“Huh…. True.”

After bursting his laughter, he frowned badly.

“Are you negotiating with me? ”

The appearance of the gluteus maximus that solidified the impression was pressing enough to stop a person's breath.

“You don't know how fun it is to torture with your mind, do you? Do you want to feel what it feels like to rub your heart like clay? You want to know what it feels like to force a lung collapse? Or do you want me to rotate your balls three times? Hey, hey... You're mistaken. I changed my mind a little. Cocky son of a bitch. ”

He said, looking at his pale complexion.

“I will get the evidence as evidence, and you will stand trial. So give it to me."

“No, that's ridiculous.... There's no reason for me to give it to you! ”

The chairman's concussive shout made him laugh.

“People don't have to do that for a reason. You'll see. ”

- Exactly!

The gluteus maximus bounces off his finger, and soon the seal falls down, grabbing his neck.

“I closed the airway. I won't be able to breathe. ”

“Hehe! Hehe! Queek! Queek! Heh!”

He starts rolling around on the floor. After about ten seconds, the gluteus maximus bounces off his finger again.

- Exactly!

“Give it to me.”

“Hehe! Hehe! Heh! Heh! Oh, no. Please, save me... ”

After seeing such a mount, he once again flicked his finger.

- Exactly!

Along with that sound, he suddenly felt the pressure on his area and struggled.

“Aaahhhh! Aah! Ugh! Shhh! ”

“You know Pablo's dog lab, right? ”

He glances down at the beastly burrowing face under pressure that his testicles are about to burst.

“Just a couple of days after I hear this. ”

- Exactly!

He flicks his finger again, and as the pain subsides, he slumps and bites the lather.

- Exactly!

As his glutes ricocheted once more, he shrugged.

“Hee, hee... ”

“I didn't do anything, but it's glowing in the urine, just like you are now. You're learning fast.”

This time, even though I didn't do anything, I laughed at my glutes.

“From now on, you will be in control of all but your thoughts. ”

If you try to bite your tongue, your phantoms will block it with your mind. You will continue to suffer until you feel pain and declare your surrender without fail. Even freedom to life was in a state of complete deprivation.

There is no freedom to die. As soon as he surrenders and hands over the data, he will stand trial and be sentenced to death with a person tied to the connection. He glanced down at the mount and flicked his hand again, as if he didn't care about such suffering.

“Give it to me.”

“! ”

The chief tried to scream as he felt the pain of his eyes bursting from the pressure on his eyes. But this time, he blocked his vocal chords and made his whole body unable to move.

The freedom to scream, the freedom to struggle, and all the freedom to complain of pain were taken away.

“!!!!! ”

He felt a finger, unable to breathe out once, with his whole body full of unspeakable pain.

Apart from pain, being unable to complain of pain also causes tremendous pain.

He knew it very well as a technician.