The S-Classes That I Raised

The smell of gunpowder and fire mixed with each other. A similar macaque pierces the tip of the nose. Han Yoojin slowly alternated between Song Taewon and Sunghyeong. I spit out the blood that was in my mouth.

“It's over sooner than I thought. ”

“I heard the gun. My brother's still a kid. What are you doing leaving a good weapon behind? I heard you were a real gazebo. ”

Of course I didn't see it from the beginning. But Seonghyun didn't seem to lose his gun easily. I just want to do it, so it's tangled up like that.

“It's a trick. It's just a show. ”

“You were excited about something. ”

Han Eugene snapped the pistol he was holding. The bullet falls to the laryngoscope's foot.

“Anyway, Mr. Seong-hyun, you survived. ”

Only one blunt metallic bullet is pushed into the pistol. Then I choked the gun back to its original shape.

“Congratulations.”

Haneujin said with a gun pointed at Sang-hyeong.

“I feel like I'm playing a hostage. Even though Song really doesn't fit in. ”

Song Tae-won looked at Han Eugene as he curled his neck at the arm of the sacrament.

“It would seem more natural to change location with me, but, you know, the world. Very few cogs fit. It's twisted and twisted, and then it goes back into tune. ”

How can all sorts of other things fit perfectly in a plate that even a commodity that is thoroughly calculated and produced is bad?

“Chief Song. ”

The voice I was singing was cool. The pupils who stared upright were also clearly playing. It's worth it. Song Tae-won thought to himself. Even if it was for someone else, it was only self-serving if there was no consent. Even if the opponent knows how to hurt himself, there is no excuse.

“Chief Song has lost. ”

“… yes. ”

“Your work is done. So it's my turn. ”

The tip of the pistol moved. The sacrament freed his arm purely. Despite his release, Song Tae-won seems to be stuck in place. I haven't even taken care of the shoulder wounds that haven't stopped bleeding yet. As if he were angry, he had no movement like a targeted scarecrow.

Haneujin's eyebrows twitched a little.

“Shoulders, maybe bitten. ”

He approached Han Eugene and asked.

“I should be good at taking care of my brother. ”

“Don't worry, I'll blow it first before I bite anyone else. Of course, I killed the son of a bitch who did something to bite me. ”

Han Yoo-jin also approached Sang-hyeong. Then I put the shotgun under the jaw of the sacrament.

“You should leave now. ”

“I am confident that I will be an exemplary spectator. ”

“Free audiences say no. ”

“I left my wallet. ”

“You don't have to see it without the money. What an excuse. ”

“You don't even have an official magnet. ”

“Uh... your name is... Surname... Mr. Mo? I think I saw it somewhere. ”

Who was it, and the Prime Minister went up on the chin line.

“Now be quiet. ”

Haneujin lightly pressed his lips.

“I never thought I'd blow your head off twice. ”

“It's an honor.”

Han Eugene stared down at him. I was annoyed and reassured to look happy. If you hold your hair and roll the dirt floor, what happens if you have fun?

“You don't have to look. ”

“Not a child. ”

“You have to save an adult. I see good things, I hear good things. ”

“That means you have to give up Sang-hyun. ”

“Isn't that nice to see? ”

“Oh, yes. That's a lot to say. ”

The smiling saint opened his mouth. Slightly twist your head and rub the gun lightly. Han Eugene blinks and closes his eyes. The trigger is pulled and the shot rings. When I opened my eyes, the image of the sacrament was disappearing.

Han Yoojin looked back at Song Tae-won. Song Tae Won was still standing. With only two left, I just breathed quietly even though I could defeat Han Eugene enough.

“Mr. Songtaewon. ”

Han Eugene threw his gun.

“Come on.”

“ ……. ”

The Song Tae-won's eyes widened and sank again.

“I lost. ”

Haneujin's gaze became even colder, even if he walked defenselessly and strangled him.

“It was with Mr. Sang-hyeong. I'm pissed right now. ”

“Yes, of course you're angry. ”

“Then it's a dump. ”

Song Tae-won stares at Han Yoojin with a roar. As a general standard, it could never be said to be small, but it was inevitably small when compared to it. The height difference was also significant, but the body size was so colourless to withstand.

Even if one arm could not be used properly, the battle was almost like a fire. It ends as soon as the distance narrows. As a Song Tae Won, I felt pointless stubbornness, but Han Eugene was forced to accept it if he wanted to.

“... take the gun. ”

“No. Don't worry, I'll use everything but guns and bows. ”

“… then I'll deal with it with my bare hands. ”

Haneujin's lips rose.

“You're arrogant to the end. ”

“Even bare hands are in my favor. ”

“You would have thought that before you came in here. ”

Han Eugene pulls out the dagger and turns it around.

“Obviously I will lose. ”

“ ……. ”

“Yes, I know I'm weak. Whoever it is, they'll bet on it. So let's fight properly. ”

“... Mr. Han Yoo-jin. ”

“Mr. Songtaewon. ”

Cureung, an old age echoes over the cloudy sky. Tuck, tuck. The two men shut their mouths as they began to fall one or two drops of rain. Tooth profit, the extinguishing flames burst with rain.

The silence flowed, and the first one to move was Han Eugene. I was well aware that melee warfare was at a disadvantage. Han Eugene, who pulled one foot back, began to run around. The troubled Song Tae-won also followed him.

I'd rather hold it fast and finish it. At first, I was a little hesitant, but Song Tae-won started to speed up. If you are big, you may feel blunt in appearance. However, a trained sphere could move faster with a stronger force. The difference in coverage was also large.

When Song Tae-won was satisfied, the distance between the two narrowed in an instant. Han Eugene swiftly breaks into the corner along the building wall. The moment Song Tae Won also turned around the corner.

Kung!

The ornament hanging from the top fell off. Han Yoo-jin's appearance disappeared while Song Tae-won stopped avoiding obstacles. The sky full of feeding clouds became thicker and the rainbows became thicker. Khh! Lightning struck again.

‘.. must have been prepared. ’

I would have figured out all the surroundings and set up the same trap as now. It was also likely that the day was becoming blurred. Maybe it's getting dark and waiting for the rain to start moving.

The rain hits the hard face of the Song Tae-won and knocks on his shoulders. Mixed with blood, it flows dilutely along the arms. A large hand sweeps away the wet face. Even so, Haneujin was still at a disadvantage if he only dealt with it with a melee weapon.

Obviously he did, but strangely he didn't think he would win.

Song Tae-won calmly walked around. As the rainfall became stronger and overlapped until old age, Han Eugene's foundation completely disappeared. However, it was not difficult to find traces of the surrounding area because it was daylight. Song Tae-won's gaze moved through the ground. If the ground is wet, there is no choice but to leave a footprint. And still.

There were still faint traces. The transceiver confirms the direction Han Eugene is heading. Haneujin's anticipated means of attack swiftly passed through his head.

I will use the terrain as much as I did a little while ago. Be careful above and below your head. It was impossible to throw heavy objects due to the strength of Han Eugene. All I had to do was drop it. I could make a dialyzer, but Haneujin's attitude didn't seem to use a long-range weapon, even if it wasn't a gun and a bow.

He wanted to bump himself.

“… hoo. ”

Song Tae Won took a deep breath. It was the wound that didn't even have emergency measures, and the fever seemed to be spreading from the shoulder.

Thanks to the rapidly soaking ground, the trail left by Han Eugene became more and more pronounced. After the footprints, the collapsed cloak comes into my eyes. There was a pink thread tied to the end of the pillar that popped out of it. And those fur threads.

“ ……. ”

It was all over the place. It was like a big spider house. Song Tae-won approached him carefully. It is interwoven with the surrounding houses, warehouses, wells, fences, etc. around the remnants of the cloak in the centre of the small square, filling a fairly wide range of fur threads.

Song Taewon reached out to the outermost fur thread and reaped the road. It was a trap for anyone to see. I didn't know how it worked, but I think I'd rather not touch it as much as I can.

The Song Tae-won went inside beyond the lowly fur thread. He lowered his head away from the third fur thread and saw an intricately concealed wire beyond the fur thread. Perhaps this wire is real. If you touch it quickly, something won't work.

He said he could throw stones and deal with them quickly, but he said he would deal with them barefoot. The Song Tae Won moved firmly away from the fur thread. Haneujin appeared in the middle of the day and did not slow down to activate the trap, but only the rain continued to resonate.

And the last hairy thread that came to my chest was when I fled from my torso.

Tung! With a sound, a pink dot quickly rushes towards the Song Tae-won. It was a bicycle that sped up in an instant on the ramp. The hon. member who tried to avoid it reflexively stopped having a scratchy foot. Next to it was a wall and behind it was a fur thread trap.

No way. You deliberately made the direction easy to avoid the thread and guided it this way. Before that thought came to mind, the bicycle dreadfully reached the front of my nose. Instead of avoiding, Song Tae-won bent his legs and supported himself to catch the bike. At the same time.

Gross.

Han Eugene pulled out the sword he had hung from the back of his bicycle. It was the sword of the warlord that Han Yoohyun dropped. The Secret Sword increases the speed of the bike, causing it to swing and causing the Transmitter to lower its torso rapidly. Immediately after the blade touched over the head of Boong Song Tae-won.

Bang!

The bicycle was intact. An unbalanced dispatcher is pushed back without being able to withstand an accelerated collision. The bristle threads are torn and the body of the Song Tae-won is bent. Just before the bike collapses, Han Eugene jumps and rolls over the floor. Then he swung his sword toward the fur threads.

The finely cut wool threads spill over to the Song Tae-won with a recoil that was tightly pulled. Haneujin quickly grabbed the end of the rope and swung.

“The thread, it's stronger than I thought. ”

It wasn't hard to cut with a sharp weapon, but if you pull hard, you won't even snap. The twisted yarns were then wound over the wire to secure it. Of course, Haneujin could not hold the wire by force, so he tied the wire back to the pillar connected to the building.

Han Yoojin approached Song Tae-won with a long sword. The body was raised, but the torso of the Temple was tied with a healthy arm. Song Tae-won silently looked at Han Yoo-jin who was coming to him. The legs can move. But Richie was shorter than the Longsword.

The rain continued to fall and the color of the wet thread became darker. It was almost red.

“If you stab me here. ”

Han Yoojin pointed at the sword and said,

“Satisfied?”

We both are. At that moment, Song Tae-won moved. His toes scratch the ground and kick the stone. The flying stone struck the back of Han Yoojin's hand precisely. The moment the sword was barely released, the Song Tae-won stretched out his legs, lying on the floor.

Whoops! Haneujin kicked at a narrow interval using his whole body. Haneujin, who rolled back, smiled with a muddy face. You should be.

Place the sword at the toe of Song Tae-won's head. Haneujin got up and attacked, but before that, the thread was cut off and the wire loosened. After avoiding Han Yoojin's fist, Song Tae-yeon reached out his healthy hand. Haneujin's shoulders tightened, although he barely avoided being caught by the neck.

“Ugh.”

Haneujin also grabbed Song Tae-won's shoulder as he gave a new voice to the power of his grip, even though he was unconscious. Exactly where the wound is, put your finger up and sell without risk. I couldn't stand it, no matter how strong I was in pain.

Puck!

Song Tae Joon kicked him with Han Yoojin's shoulders. Han Eugene's body flew lightly and rolled around the floor. He grabs his chest and barely wakes up and stares at Song Tae-won.

“It's a little weak. ”

Haneujin coughs again and raises his mouth.

“You have to kick it with your mind to kill. ”

With the wire completely loosened, Song Tae-won rushed to Haneujin without hesitation this time.