Top Star Lee Kun-Woo

Julia's face turns blue, but she's barely relieved to see Rock's mouth shut. I haven't teased him, but I think he was a little distracted by how Van Stadem was flinching.

You gaze at Rock and Van Stadem with a high-pitched smile.

“Were you scared? ”

“Khh, Hmmm……. ”

“Ugh, umm…. ”

They didn't say anything and ignored Gunu's question. It was because Gun Woo cared about what he said to lie, and his ego was corrupted to say that he was afraid.

I tried to tell them I was joking, but when I saw their faces, I decided to stay put. Because it was fresh and fun

‘I'm so childish. ’

This was also what he looked like.

I didn't want to change it. It was a fun rock to mock in many ways.

* * *

John Lee Payne's shooting has begun.

If filming were done in the order of the story, actors would want to be immersed, but they were not. But even though Director Christine Jackson wasn't completely in order, she was trying her best to bring flow of flow and flow of emotions to life.

That was the capacity of the producer, the director.

“Phew……. ”

Just when it rained moderately, I didn't need to pour rain on purpose. We are ready to shoot the best god.

Gunu takes a deep breath and is completely immersed in the role of John Lee Payne. Jack fits everything into Gunwoo's acting. Soon it became the perfect John Lee Payne himself.

Funeral.

The rain clouded John's face with deep sadness. It wasn't my wife's funeral. No one came to the funeral a few days ago. No, it wasn't even a funeral. Even that was rejected, and I was barely cremated and sprinkled on the lake that my wife used to love.

Rage rages in his eyes. Anger is at its peak, so my mind is calmed. Even a small disappearance was coming out.

John is in the cemetery with a shovel. I started digging through the empty space with a shovel in my hand.

Puck! Puck!

The police ruled it a suicide without even investigating. When he woke up in his room, he was surrounded by domestic violence. The evidence was tampered with. The neighbors forged it, and the friends set the past in motion. Local newspaper articles have been tampered with and reported as suicides due to depression.

John thought it was a quick year.

This was a pretty fancy cemetery. John digs a very deep pit. I dug deep enough to stay in the coffin. I was so focused on digging the ground like crazy.

Tiying!

The police siren rings. John kept digging. Two cops approached him. The police seemed to know John.

“Hey, John. I know what you're thinking, but you can't do this here. ”

“Hey, nice suit. How much is it?”

“Charlie, don't provoke him. John! I'll take you home. Let's go back. This never happened. We go back and rest in peace. What do you think?”

Puck!

John dug the ground quietly, even as the police said. The police were on their way from the custodian's report. John climbs up to the top of the pit, looking at the police.

“Philippe, is this okay? ”

“Ugh, yeah? What?”

“Where to bury. ”

John's eerie words resound.

Philip frowns and forgets for a moment. When Charlie felt threatened and tried to put his hand on the gun, the police, Philippe, held up his hand.

Philip pretends to be genuinely concerned and looks at John. You put your hand kindly on his shoulder.

“Don't think badly. Let's go to the hospital. ”

“You got paid. ”

“W-what are you talking about...? ”

Puck!

John turns around and sticks his fist in Philip's face. Philip stumbles into the pit.

“Tick, tick... ”

Boom!

John throws his shovel at Charlie as he draws his gun. The shovel swiftly slaps Charlie in the chest. As he rolls the floor, John slowly approaches and picks up his shovel.

“Ugh, ugh…. ”

Charlie is terrified and screams. John lowers his shovel for a moment. Charlie lets out a sigh of relief.

John points to his suit.

“Fifty dollars. I got it in an outlet. ”

“Huh? Unh! ”

Tearing!

John fainted with a shovel in Charlie's head. I dragged Charlie's leg to the pit. When I put Charlie in the pit, Philip wakes up, who was unconscious.

“Ugh, mmm! Oh! What, what?! ”

Philip huddles in a puddle halfway to the pit. My nose sat down and my nose fluttered.

Barely sober and looking up, John is standing with a shovel in a black suit.

“Perfect, right? ”

“Ouch! Joe, John! I-I didn't know. Well, that's... ”

“I wish I could dig a little deeper, but this one looks nice, too. ”

“Hey, hey! Joe, John……! Don't do it! ”

Hook! Hook!

John begins to cover the pit with a pile of dirt. Philip tries to climb up, but John stabs him in the head with a shovel. Even as Philip begged for his life, John's cold eyes did not change at all.

“It won't hurt that much. ”

“Huff, huff... huff! Town!"

Talking to Philip naturally was beyond fear itself.

“Sa, save... the town! ”

You hear Philip's screams, obscured by the heavy rain.

John buried Philip and Charlie alive.

Puck!

John looks at the tomb and sticks a shovel in it.

I walked out of the cemetery in a hurry. The janitor looks at John and tilts his head. Because he called it in and the cops just walked in.

John looks at the caretaker.

“Where's my car? ”

“Well, the tow truck dragged me away. You didn't pay for the parking. ”

John nods.

John sees a police car with a light on. John approaches the police car and breaks the window with his elbow.

“Hee hee hee! ”

The manager was furious and stiffened. When you open the police car door, you see a box of donuts inside.

John picks up a box of donuts and brings them to the manager.

“How about instead of parking? ”

“Ah… yes, yes. No, that's okay. ”

John nods and taps the caretaker on the shoulder. He just drove off in a police car. The janitor blinks and looks down at the donut, looking at the missing police car. When I opened the doughnut crate, there was only half a doughnut left to eat.

When John returned home, only silence entered the house of sensitivity. It was a cold house that felt like a refrigerator. The only place there was a light was where her picture was, where traces of her were buried. I drenched the floor with water from a lot of wet clothes. John breathes deeply. His face looks a little tired.

I could feel my wife's hallucinations.

Ta-da!

At that time, the old-fashioned phone next to the frame rang. John glances at the phone and picks up his phone.

John Lee Payne

“Vincent Shaw. ”

John pulled out a cigarette and asked.

He asks if you heard the sound of taking cigarettes out of the cigarette case over the phone.

Still smoking that cheap cigarette?

“It's been two years. ”

… I see.

Cigarette smoke fades into the dark areas. The silence subsides for a moment.

Just forget it, John. I don't know if this will be any consolation, but my wife... I'm sorry, I took care of all the people involved in the case. The two cops you buried were under the guise of accidents. If you just forget, I'll send the money straight to your account. It's money you can't touch in your entire life.

“All of it? That's ridiculous. ”

John reaches out and grabs the frame with a picture of his wife. I feel a rush of energy in my hand holding the frame. John's expressionless face distorts, and his eyes furious.

Please, John. I can live like a king for the rest of my life.

“ ……. ”

Damn it! It's not just the mob, it's the gang! It's an organization that's connected to the Vice President! You think you can handle this? Please, please, John! You only have to close your eyes once! What's sad now is that after a long time, it will be forgotten.

“Have you forgotten who I am? ”

John's harsh voice feels like a wolf's cry. You hear the sound of swallowing your saliva beyond the handset.

… Yes, that John Lee Payne.

“ ……. ”

Good luck with that.

The phone was disconnected. It was the moment John put down his phone.

Bang!

The frame in John's hand falls apart. John lowers down and rolls to the ground. The cigarette burning on the ground begins to burn a fragmented picture.

John grips his teeth.

Tadadada!

The bullet fires. The wall cracks, furniture shatters, and debris spills out. At least the light that was on burst out and the house was covered in darkness. One storm passed. John knew it was the beginning, not the end.

The door is smashed open and a group of heavily armed Special Forces lunges through it. Even in an armed state, it did not appear to be a legitimate workforce. I was very alert. It seemed very well trained.

John rises up. A pile of debris and dust splashes down. The troops that started the search are increasingly approaching John's location. John grabbed a knife in the kitchen. Then he stands silently beside the pillar.

Shut up!

It was a moment when one of them approached vigilantly and stepped on a piece of glass that fell off the floor.

Whee!

John lunges at the troops like a shadow. It was very fast and glamorous. John's knife starts with the hand holding the gun and goes straight into his groin, chest, and neck.

I couldn't even scream. As the troops fall forward, John grabs his collar and slowly lies on the ground.

He took his rifle and pistol.

Troops approaching. A troop looks at the cigarette that fell to the floor. The cigarette fire doesn't go out, so the smoke is still rising slowly.

Something was wrong. It was a moment when I raised my head.

“Unh!”

John was in front of him.

Get in the car!

The bullets fired from the smoke remain in the troops. The troops around you start pointing guns at John. John rolls one round at a time and shoots himself straight ahead in a steady position. Fragments fly through the wall next to you with bullets in them.

The user moves to a low position and fires again, rapidly switching fire positions. When you run out of ammo, you drop your rifle without hesitation and quietly pull it out.

“There!”

“Grab it!”

Tadadada!

The bullet falls like rain. John makes his way to the ground as a shield to protect his body. A loud gunfire and a splash of dust spills out.

Heave-ho!

Static. It was his time now.

John rises to his feet in the dusty darkness. Blood splatters from his legs and the troops kneel.

Bang!

John lowers forward and puts a clean bullet in his head.

I shot, rolled, waited, and then shot again.

John's posture was unique, but even after rolling and returning to his shooting position, it was very clean. One movement, one motion appeared to be a preparatory position for the next. The shooting posture also changed to suit the surrounding situation. Thanks to this, the movement to the shooting speed is extremely fast. In the eyes of the troops, it seemed that it was not a human movement.

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