Troller

Clifford looks at the ball pen coming to his neck and looks at it.

Moreover, what is the strange feeling emanating from the quadrilateral body?

This creepy feeling of reluctance to get up and run, even right now, is probably one of the abilities of your patients.

But Clifford couldn't get away.

If you get up and run away from this place, it's obvious that everyone who watches the situation here behind the wall will be disappointed and ridiculed in one body.

Of course, it's not the case right now, and no matter what you do in the future, today's work will be circulated. In fact, you must be unconditionally outraged in important bargaining.

It means, in other words, being a fallout.

For Clifford, who has worked so hard so far with the ambition of holding the U.S. intelligence mission in one hand, it was a death sentence or something.

“Argh...”

Clifford opens his mouth hard, feeling a tingling smell of iron on his clenched lips.

“If you come out like this... of course you're no good to me and your family. ”

“Hoo.”

Junsung was interested in Clifford's words in his mouth, even when the tip of the ballpoint pen was almost touching his neck.

“Family... is that intimidation? ”

Clifford immediately replied.

“That depends on your attitude. ”

Joon Sang laughed.

“Family... Let's hear it. Who my family is. ”

“... ”

Clifford raised his trembling hand and began to read the documents he had brought.

“Mr. Park Won-suk, Mr. Park Won-hye, your father and siblings... I can count on them first. And of course, we have more information. ”

Junsung nods.

“You must have done some research. ”

“It's natural. ”

But Joon Sang said again:

“But I guess I'm running out of time. ”

“What...”

Joon Sang said again to Clifford, who is sending out a suspicious look.

“Unfortunately, I don't think they're family anymore. ”

“... ”

It's a bluff.

It was the thought that came to mind in Clifford's head.

It is certainly true that Park Joon Sang left Park Won Seok's house at the same time as attending college, but that does not mean family breakup.

Above all, the importance of family ties is one of the very characteristics of Koreans.

Moreover, man is strangely bound by society and norms.

However, Joon Sang continued to say that he was bored.

“I'm disappointed. I was expecting a little bit because I had a big weakness. ”

“That's...”

Clifford felt the ball pen that touched his neck suddenly tumble over his knee as he tried to speak again.

What does this mean?

Has his intentions been eaten?

However, Clifford was forced to open his eyes at the next moment when he saw what Jun-sung had taken out.

Kung!

Suddenly, the empty space in the conference room was marked by a giant iron rail that was a meter in diameter.

Kung!

That too, two in a row.

Joon Sang took out two iron balls named Randazal's fury next to the chair he was sitting on.

“It would be meaningless to be angry with you anyway. ”

“What does that mean...”

Joon Sang lifts one iron ball with his left hand.

“To put it simply. ”

Then he picks it up and throws it towards a wood-finished wall situated on his left.

Quack!

The people in the conference room were astonished at the massive iron ball thrown by Joon Sang, and again shocked by the iron ball throwing down the specially reinforced conference room wall like a toy block.

Jun-san bounced his wrist and recovered his iron ball and looked back at the people who had been bruised with a chaotic look beyond the broken wall.

“The appetizer means that this is enough. ”

“... ”

Junsung put Langdazal's anger back in his inventory, then stood up and reached out to the person surrounded by the bodyguard.

Then, before the guards reacted, as if they were lying, one of the Geese 'men swung in with a quaint hand and grabbed him by the collar.

Junsung spoke quietly to the man captured in his hand.

“Isn't that right? Minister of National Defence.”

“... ”

“I've heard of you before. I'm sorry to see you like this. ”

“Umm...”

From the beginning, as the senior officials of the Ministry of Defence had heard, the tendency was not even clear, but they did not want to confront a person with a strong force in person.

Because of this, they sent people out instead of themselves to have a conversation, but unfortunately, they did not know that they were observing closely the situation around the conference room from the moment they first sat down.

“Argh.”

The Minister of National Defence was greatly embarrassed.

Of course, breaking down a specially reinforced conference room wall is a stressor that lifts the outgoing 80 kilograms lightly with one hand.

The United States has also continued its efforts to strengthen the capabilities of returnees since the failure of Belarus, but no one with this kind of absurd power has been reported.

Since he started as a sports star and began his career as a soldier, he was more knowledgeable than anyone about the limits of human strength.

Because of this, he had little doubt that the demon's turbulence in San Diego had a trick.

But what came to mind at this moment was the idea that something was wrong, but it was very wrong.

Wrong fight.

This man is different from any other human being he knew!

“Stop!"

As the Minister of National Defence entered the hands of the quadrilateral, the guards pulled out their pistols and aimed at the quadrilateral, and the soldiers also took out their weapons, which they had hidden in their arms.

Seeing this, it is also very diverse.

It starts with a simple rod, an elongate suppression rod that folds like an antenna, a tonal wave with branches on the rod, and a twin cliff with reinforced plastic chains between the two rods.

Even though it's odd not to have a knife type, it's easy to carry and not caught by a metal detector, and even considering that you can easily disable your opponent, these weapons are efficient enough.

Perhaps the situation in which there is a struggle with oneself has also been considered.

Joon Sang thought of that idea and looked at people once and smiled.

“There was something I wanted to test, but it was good. ”

“What...”

Jun-san reached out one hand and pointed to one of the soldiers surrounding him.

Then a pistol escaped from the soldier's armpit and flew with his hand.

“Holy shit!”

When the pistols went into the hands of the quadrilateral, they were terrified and shouted.

However, Joon-sang enjoys a brief touch of the heavy pistol that was hovered or not in his hand, loosening the safety device and lifting it up again with impulse.

What the hell are you trying to do?

Jun-san takes the pistol's rifle to his palm, ignoring what people are looking at with a shivering expression, and pulls the trigger with impulse.

Kwaang!

A single stalk of gunfire burst out of a confined room, resonating so loudly that people's tympanic membrane was bruised.

Are you crazy?

I don't know if I can get out of here with all my might right now.

You're self-inflicted on a judge like that.

This is something you can't stop without going crazy.

But that's a common people's way of thinking, everywhere.

Jun-san was neither crazy nor self-inflicted.

“As I thought.”

Release the palm of your hand that you were holding, and a metallic glossy bullet will appear in it.

“... ”

There was silence in the conference room for a moment.

What a trick.

If a person shoots a gun in the palm of his or her hand, it's normal that the palm of his or her hand is pierced with blood and flesh.

If you've been hit by a bullet, you can wear bulletproof clothing to get bruised or broken bones.

However, I could not find any such trace in the palms of my quaint hands.

A man who doesn't get hurt when he's shot.

Is that what you did in real life?

Junsung gave the pistol back to its original owner and threw it at Wilkinson, who was watching the bullet placed in the palm of his hand a little further away.

“Wilkinson, it's a gift. ”

“Oops! Th...”

Lt. Gen. Wilkinson accepts the bullets he threw and drops them in surprise at the heat of the burning bullets.

Joon Sang threw the Secretary of Defense back to his bodyguards and said:

“I'll give you half an hour. ”

The Minister of National Defence touched the noose that had been caught by the junior high and asked with a stiff face.

“Thirty minutes?”

“... ”

However, Joon Sang reactivated the grandeur of the dog, which he had weakened instead of answering.

“Ugh..."

People began to step back unawares as a feeling of fear and reluctance unfolded from their quasi-excusable bodies.

Jun-san raises the matter to those who retreat behind the dance.

Contrary to the gaze of fear, a matter is a special ability that probabilistically triggers one of the abnormalities of a state such as confusion or confusion to people.

When people encounter this evil gaze emanating from beyond the sunglasses, they start to run away screaming, shrouding their heads.

Jun-san looked at them and thought,

It is meaningless to talk ill to someone who can only believe what they have seen.

If it is better to show it once than a hundred words, you can do so.

The quadrant confirms the situation of each floor through its super-sense, then deploys the dark spirit, the weirdfoot, and begins a phase war to move quickly upstairs.

Immediately, Junsang, who came up to the Pentagon rooftop, summoned Azirani, one of the spirits he was carrying.

Although Rare Spirits feel somewhat under-attacked, the fog created by Azirans is a good way to cover a wide area with a single glance.

However, the Pentagon building itself was so vast that it was impossible to cover it with mist by the power of the spirit itself.

So Joon Sang added another one here.

“Eli.”

Following his call, a small dragon, nicknamed Fairy, appeared with the light.

Junsung ordered Eli to unite Azirani.

“Cover this place with mist so it's hard to recognize. ”

Eli immediately started issuing a haze with his mouth, and it didn't take long for the entire Pentagon to cover up in the dark.

The quadrant temporarily sounded the fire alarm installed in the Pentagon while Ellie was performing the command and activated the spring cooler by stimulating the detector.

Those who were depressed by the majesty of the rabbit and were surprised by the matter, were again surprised by the sudden fire alarm.

The Minister of National Defence, who had barely regained his mind thanks to the end of the case, was astonished to hear the fire alarm that immediately followed.

“What the hell is going on! ”

“It's smoke! It's smoke outside now! ”

“What?”

It was not smoke, it was fog, but the disturbing circumstances of the fire alarm were blurring their judgment.

It was then that the Minister of National Defence heard Colonel Wilkinson murmuring that he was about to flee again.

“30 minutes.”

“What do you mean? ”

“He said he'd give you half an hour. ”

“... ”

For a moment people looked at each other without saying a word, and the Secretary of Defense murmured:

“What the hell... is he thinking? ”

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