The World of Masks

"You're going down now."

Colonel Schneider's voice was somewhat soft. It's only for a few days, but after living together in such a cruel environment, I feel good about it. The favorable attitude of Jin also played an important role in changing his attitude.

"Yes, we're done here. We should go back."

"I'm really jealous."

It seemed genuine. Jealousy emanates from Colonel Schneider's face and voice. I could feel it mixed even in my breath.

"But with someone like you, the people of Switzerland can rest in peace."

The colonel's face was loosened by the words of Jin. A man rejoices at the thought of having someone to acknowledge him.

"I hope you have a safe trip to the end. Switzerland will welcome you at any time."

The Colonel reached out his hand. Jinsuk was a little surprised. No matter how different each person was, I didn't expect anyone from Switzerland who was known to be closed. Of course, it could have been lip service. But I couldn't be offended.

Jin shakes his hand tightly.

And the next day, Jinsuk and his group successfully complete a drill and head back down the mountain.

* * *

In the dark night when clouds don't cover the moon, the stars don't come down. Several people were gathered in a building in Bern, Switzerland's capital.

No matter how nice the room was, I couldn't say it was clean. The thick smoke of cigarettes made my head ache and the silence that sat down like a dead rat seemed to devastate the minds of the people.

Above all, the dark flesh that covers the room. It was telling me that the people gathered there were not ordinary people.

Tuck!

A man places his bag on a large statue.

It wasn't one or two. Another man opens the bags.

It was a gun.

A well-groomed firearm reflects the ominous light of a fluorescent lamp so that it can take a man's life at any time.

Switzerland is a free country to own firearms. It was strange to have a gun at home, but it was definitely strange to have so many suspicious guns.

Heave-ho!

Pick up the gun and check the status of the gun.

Not a problem. Just reload the bullet and pull the trigger, and this gun could consume a man's life greedily right away.

"Good."

I smiled satisfactorily at the mouth of the man checking for guns. I put my gun back in my bag.

"How are you doing? Satisfied?"

The man with the short sports head and tattooed on the left cheek of his face asked.

"Enough."

The man with brown-haired hair, who had been checking the gun so far, replied with a satisfactory face.

The tattoo man asked the cigarette. The flame burns slowly from the end of the cigarette.

Huff!

Smoke was emitted. White smoke slowly seeps into the air.

"So are you ready now?"

"Yes. Now we just have to hit those bastards."

The brunette strokes his gun slowly. It was cold, hard and inorganic, so it was like flirting with a beautiful lover.

The tattoo man approached the statue. You pick up the rifle. The skull rests on your shoulders and the rifle points to one side of the room. The man's eyes became darker.

"Hey, I..."

The tattoo man began to say without taking his eyes off the Register. The tone was sweet and the tone was quiet, but there was something about the horse itself that made it uncomfortable.

"Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed of being something special."

I wanted to be spotlighted in the world and announce my existence. I wanted to be branded and cheered by the people of the world.

"But if it's that easy, what's not to like? It was a delusion of an immature child."

He was a man with a tattoo. But there was no sign of anyone listening. I didn't know that I just wanted to say it regardless of who was listening.

"When I woke up, the gang was selling drugs. When I was a kid, my dreams were foaming up. But as far as gangbangers are concerned, I was just a loose end. They're no different than the kind of scum that get their tails cut off and nobody cares if they die. I almost died using it as a discard word. That's why I came all the way to this fucking place. It was the only way."

The man's eyes are sharpened.

"But you know what? Those superpowered bastards listen to all the praises they get for being lucky. You act like you can kill monsters. It's really bad food."

If only he had that power, he would be living with women, getting all kinds of attention and earning a high salary. Yes, that power should have been his. But damn it, that power didn't take hold of itself.

"My life is over anyway. I don't know if it's God or God, but I don't care if it doesn't help me. A hero? Then I'll be the villain. I'll turn everything that's pretending to be a beehive."

The man smiles breathlessly. His eyes flashed with deep hatred, jealousy, and madness.

He pulls the trigger of the elongated gun. The gunshot is not loaded, so only the clattering noise continues. But he didn't stop. I thought of those damn superpowers in front of the gun. The user pulls the trigger. Imagine a fire gushing out of the heat, creating a bloodshed of superpowers and collapsing.

"Ahh!"

It seems to me that endorphins are gushing from my brain. It splashes the brain and spreads all kinds of pleasures throughout the body. My breath became rough and my penis stood up.

"Very good, very good."

When you feel this good, you have to make yourself feel better. The man ran into a cowardly corner. I shrugged up the abandoned bag.

Rrrrrrrr!

You open the bag and turn it upside down to rob it. The contents of the bag spill out. A lot of junk fell out, as if it were a man's supplies. The man began to scatter the contents of the spill. I threw it around freely unless it was something I was looking for. Suddenly, things get chaotic around you.

At that moment, the man's movements stopped. I think I found what I was looking for. The man carefully raises it.

A small pouch. The lid is opened. At some point, the man was shaking his hands.

"Uhuhuhuhu, Uhuhuhuhuhu!"

You hear a peculiar laugh. Your saliva falls from your slightly flared mouth. The pouch was opened and the contents were revealed.

There was a thin syringe filled with something. The man raises a fearless syringe. I put it in my arm without hesitation.

"Ah, ah!"

The man's face loosened foolishly. His eyes lose focus, his legs relax, and his mouth widens. The syringe rolled to the side of the man.

Meanwhile, the brown-haired man who was watching this appearance next to him frowned.

"Damn junkie."

I scolded the man with the troublesome tattoo. Although they were acting together for the same purpose, he did not like the man with the tattoo. It was not a spiritual adaptation for humans who had the nature that was at the bottom from the root.

However, the man with brown hair suddenly smiled because of the thoughts that had passed through his mind. I had to.

"Who would swear at anyone? '

I didn't know then, but now he has no right to insult that man.

He remembers his position. I felt depressed. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. But the man held his heart. I thought of a family that's not there right now. I remembered their last.

My wife who was choking to death with broken doors, bleeding blood, and white semen all over her body, my 5-year-old son who died with broken bones all over his body, ruptured organs and tears in his eyes.

Pow!

I split my teeth. All the feelings of weakness that had just disappeared. Hatred rose instead of depression. I have six blood feet in my eyes. I was about to become weak, and soon I was filled with murder.

"Yes, this is judgment."

The brunette mutters. He was constantly returning to himself as if he had captured his own mind.

"They can't control the power they've gained, they're just avoiding others. I don't even think about how much other people suffer from it."

The man's fist is strong. In my head, the tragedy of that day was continuing to play out.

"Isabella, James. Hang on. I'll make the same ones that did this to you."

That's what the gentleman said, with an attitude of thick living.

Other people in the room chewed on their stories and sharpened their swords.

Thus, the darkness of the night gradually added to the intensity of man's hatred, anger, and killing.

* * *

Jinsuk opened his eyes. The heavy eyelid still lacks sleep, I suppressed it. But Jinsuk woke up from the oppression.

You dislodge all remaining locks once and for all. I removed the warm blanket covering my body.

Jinsuk was naked without a thread. Yesterday, he and Yu Rin had a passionate movement late last night. He picks up the stranded underwear by the bed. And I looked on the bed.

A beautiful girl, with her fine shoulders intact, falls asleep like a princess. Yurin sighs for a moment and turns away, wondering if she didn't want the warmth of the stone to go away. Her white skin, which would make even fairies jealous, was slightly exposed to the duvet, and the breasts that made sure of themselves. There are traces of her rugged posture etched all over her skin yesterday.

Jinsuk strokes her head slightly. Her movements stop. I smiled like a little child in my mother's arms and entrusted myself back to the horse. Jin lifts the blanket up to her neck.

After washing and getting dressed, I went out to the terrace. Morning air in Switzerland hit him in the winter. It was cold air that could not be said even if it was cold. However, Jinsuk stood firm and watched the scenery.

A peaceful view of Bern. Even today, people were actively wandering the streets. A peaceful sight for all to see. Jinseok looks at the street with his arms on the ledge of the terrace and his chin bent.

After all the training, the only thing left for Jin's group who came down the mountain yesterday was a relaxed Swiss tour.

Once you have toured the capital, Bern, you will be looking all over Switzerland for the next week. Yeah, that's what I was gonna do.

'Peaceful faces.'

Jinsuk looked at people's faces one by one. Worried about relationships with friends or work-related matters. There was no concern that life depended on awareness or that someone could have killed me.

'If it's going as planned, today.'

Jinsuk thought of what would happen today. Will I be able to walk around with such a peaceful face after going through that? Jinseok chuckles with an ominous, very ominous smile.

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