The hoods began to catch people little by little. Soon after, hide-and-seek was already about to end.
"Let go of me! Let go!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, please save me."
Platoon members who defy even a little and students who have given up their pride. The shape was different,
but the result of being caught was the same.
The students also attacked for now. But it wasn't a match at all, and there was no talent to take a little more
time.
"…Hmph."
Kim Se-yeon snorted not to be overwhelmed by the momentum.
Even the hostages were held by an opponent who could not be guaranteed by his skills. It was a moment
when hope, which had never been there, ran away.
But didn't it take some time? Why the hell aren't the cops coming? Where are the platoon leaders?'
Kim Se-yeon's eyes trembled slightly.
At this point, no matter how much Kim Se-yeon showed a breakthrough. Rather than trying to find a
breakthrough, he wanted to sit down.
Kim Il-jung, who was welcoming the hostages, tilted his head for a while.
"Comrades, what's the point of everyone coming through the front door? Didn't they go up the back stairs?"
They were originally hoods that should have appeared on the stairs at the end of the back gate. However, all
the hoods were entering proudly through the main entrance.
One of the hoods saluted Kim Il-jung.
"Long live the Democratic People's Republic of Korea! Comrade leader, cheer up!"
"That's enough. Just tell me why."
Comrade Su-ryung's great combatants were divided into two parts. One drove the outing to the window of the
southern Joseon Dynasty, and the other took a detour out of the window and grabbed it. The comrades who
haven't returned yet are searching for the remaining South Koreans."
"Huh. He took the hostages and jumped out of the room. That's great."
"Wait! That's impossible!"
Kim Se-yeon shouted loudly at her North Korean comrades.
If you had moved so openly outside, the passing dogs would have recognized you. Aside from the ability to
jump out of the building, there is no way that salvation will not come to this side.
"What? Emina?" Why are you so tired of my face all of course
"No way! Are you hitting other places at the same time?""
"Don't be so upset. I've just been quarantined here for a while under the name of the soul."
"Ah..."
"Huh! We have a soul name that's our specialty. This means that the reinforcements that Emina wants so
much will never come."
On the plague side, there was an idea that hindered human awareness and communication. Pedestrians who
knew nothing were still walking in front of the bank's headquarters.
"Ugh."
How much the entrance to a mirror-like building collapsed, whether the hoods hijacked people and jumped.
The police are not even around here.
'Oh, what should I do....'
Kim Se-yeon's expression unknowingly colored with despair.
"Oh, my God, blame the poor South Koreans."
No matter how high the grade and combat power were, Kim Se-yeon was also only a young student. Once he
started to be swayed, his head couldn't come up with an alternative.
The reality is that chivalry does not exist. Originally, ideal situations such as one-on-one are not easily
produced. Damn it
A hard-to-win enemy, numerous colleagues caught, and reinforcements that will never come.
The light on the Sword of the Dead was about to fade. Kim Se-yeon's confused mind was reflected in the
sword.
"Oh? But Lee Seung Hwa and the trainee..."
Most of the people on the first floor, including the staff, were brought here earlier. But strangely enough, the
two have yet to be seen. "Wow, wow!"
"What?"
The bank clerk, who was being held, rushed out very rudely. The plague left him funny.
The bank clerk went to the collapsed information desk and jumped up the phone.
"Hello! Hello! We're being held right now!
"I didn't hear the explanation earlier, my colleague from South Korea's banking and economic history"
"Hello! North Koreans are coming in now! Can't you hear me?!"
an ink bottle
A phone directly connected to other security companies, a personal cell phone, a first aid button to call the
police.
No connection device even went to the usual tone. "Why..."
"Huh. Comrades of banking and economic affairs?"
"Ah, Ki, Kim Il Jung."
That, that, that, that, that.
Kim Il-jung dragged the Supreme Prosecutors' Office to the desk. Standing on the broken desk, I saw a bank
employee shivering.
"I told you there's a soul name that's good at covering up, comrade."
"Kim Il-jung, what are you sorry about, a private bank?"
"Why do you disparage your job like that? There's no honor in everything. This is the foundation of
communism, the greatest idea."
"Yes, if we knew you were here, our army wouldn't stay still!"
"What? That rotten old man? (Laughing)
Kim Il-jung laughed as much as she could. And slowly, very slowly, he lifted the sword.
"Oh, my God!"
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Don't you think you need a hard example at this point? So
don't be too sad."
"Stop it! Drumstick!"
Kim Se-yeon shouted, barely squeezing her throat. I couldn't run out because the hoods stared.
"Huh? You just said Bukkeu?" Oh, by the way."
"Don't attack him. You'd rather fight with me."
"For the first time, I specifically called Kim Il-jung, and hehe..." "Eminai, do you know the meaning of the
drumstick?"
"Perfect for passive invaders like you...."
a blank slate
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Kim Il-jung's Supreme Prosecutors' Office separated the employee's upper and lower bodies.
"No, it's not. I don't know much about Emina. If I knew it right, I wouldn't dare say this Kim Il-jung."
"Oh, my legs... My legs...!"
"...."
Kim Se-yeon felt that it was difficult to break down the situation no matter how hard she tried. I was
completely overwhelmed by the sheer malice.
Crushing.
The employee, whose upper and lower bodies were separated, eventually separated the upper body and the
head. "Damn it..."
All the lights on the Sword of Death have disappeared. The will to do was wiped out.
Kim Il-jung, who finished the staff, slowly lifted the Supreme Prosecutors' Office again.
"Eminai, she cut off all my limbs and carried them in her bag. I'll make you a third wife, so be honored."
The defeated shark teeth were about to face Kim Se-yeon.
with a rustling sound
The sound of footsteps that did not match the current situation suddenly rang on the first floor.
"Oh, I didn't mean to get attention like this."
"Huh? Who's your companion?"
Lee Seung-hwa, who was descending from the stairs near the back gate, accidentally stepped on the concrete
gravel. It was hard to hide a single step because the first floor was broken so much.
"Oh, hello. Haha."
"I'm sorry, Comrade Leader. I'll get him right away."
"Wait a minute."
Kim Il-jung raised his hand to block the hoods that were about to run out immediately.
Thanks to Lee Seung-hwa's surprise appearance, Kim Se-yeon was naturally rescued.
"Seojung High School First Aid Team Lee Seunghwa..."?'
"Wow. Jin Sung, this is more than what you said."'
Kim Se-yeon and Lee Seung-hwa, whose eyes brushed, scanned the situations on the first floor.
Kim Se-yeon, who was the only player, lost her light on her eyes and sword, and some of her employees lost
their lives.
The traces of the first bodyguards being subjected to were already sitting in a black skin. It means that this
much time has passed and no one has come to rescue.
Kim Il-jung, who was interested in Lee Seung-hwa, regained her smile.
"Please introduce yourself, young South Korean comrade, Gozo."
"Hahaha. I'm a second-year student in the first aid class at Seo Middle and High School."
"Huh? So?" Why did you show up in the back?"
"Uh, well, the money the plague wants is probably on the fifth floor."
"There can't be a banknote warehouse in such a vague place."
"My friend collected it."
"Comrade... my friend?"
Kim Il-jung tilted his head against the ground.
One of the hoods quickly went to Kim Il-jung and knelt down.
"Comrade Sue, Comrade Receiver! I'll go check it out!
"Come to think of it..., Where's the rest of you? You haven't come back yet? Half of them are searching."
"Give me a chance! Comrade Leader!"
Kim Il-jung liked to be carried out as he said. If the result changes even a little, the method of handling
whether the result is positive or negative was the same.
"Go, comrade. They told me one more time because my hands and feet are not good enough. Get all the
money from the South Korean bank and all the escaped Gannah babies."
"Go, thank you! Comrade Leader!"
"All the other comrades, go. Not only did I fail, but I didn't forgive the other results."
"Long live the Democratic People's Republic of Korea!"
The hoodies that knelt to Kim Il-jung once disappeared from view at full speed.
"A South Korean friend from upstairs?"
"Ha, ha, ha. Yes...."
"Did you write, 'Come here Did Kim Iljung write something?"
"Hahaha. Maybe it's better for me to go that way."
"Oh, my smart friend Zibi. I like it. It's long."
Lee Seung-hwa, who watched the hoods go up, slowly moved.
The situation was despair itself. It was even more so when I captured the hostages at a glance.
"My South Korean comrades, I'm bored. Didn't we have fun playing games?"
Kim Il-jung offered a unilateral offer to the hostages.
The hostages, who were already shivering, resigned, or silent in different forms, quietly listened with their
eyes and ears.
Kim Il-jung, who was enjoying the images, continued.
"Do you see the goblin, Emina? If you bring just one arm and leg, that companion will definitely save you. If
we include the body, we'll be able to survive at least five people
"...."
Kim Se-yeon quietly lowered her gaze.
"Did your comrades know that Emina's soul name? Don't worry because you won't die easily if you take off
your arms and legs."
"We are Kim Seyeon's..."."
"Ha, can I do it?"
"It's not like I can do it! Are you crazy?! He's been fighting for us for a while now!
The students, as well as the same platoon members, hesitated secretly. Even grown-ups cut down on words to
read the air.
"You don't have a clock in your closet?" It's almost time to time."
Kim Il-jung found the watch with a slightly exaggerated gesture.
The power of defeat made their humble body more precious than the body that had always protected them.
No matter how weak a group gets together, madness is bound to be young. For Kim Il-jung's play, which has
no guarantee, each of them raised their bodies in despair.
Lee Seung-hwa, who was walking toward the hostages, stopped next to Kim Se-yeon.
"Hey, Seyeon."