133. The world of the crazy
“Who is your father?”
Lee Jung-bong, who suddenly came to the president’s office, opened his mouth.
Nam Myeong-jin, who was enjoying sweet citron tea, took his mouth from the antique teacup.
“My father was just an ordinary pureblood. “He did not carry on the family blood.”
“Who asked the boss’s father?”
Lee Jung-bong rested his butt on the sofa.
“Then who?”
“Who would it be?”
“Would you like some citron tea?”
Since there was something to brew, Nam Myeong-jin poured yellow tea into another teacup.
Slurp.
Lee Jung-bong first took a sip of tea and nodded.
Sweet and refreshing.
It was so hot that it made me feel hot inside.
“Gwangik?”
“yes.”
Lee Jung-bong has seen all sorts of things in his life.
I also saw a guy who was a born genius.
I also saw some idiots pretending to be geniuses.
I also saw a guy whose hard work surpassed his talent.
However, this is my first time seeing this guy.
It could be said that he learned how to kill by sight somewhere.
So what about deception and fluttering?
Yoo Kwang-ik learned by watching and copying my techniques.
It was natural for me to become interested.
So, I taught them techniques one by one.
No, it was more than just teaching, it was at the level of learning it on your own.
Expanding one’s senses is a skill learned by anyone who is fairly immortal.
Its origin is the technology of pure-blooded families.
A vision that encourages sensitivity and reads the other person’s signs.
This is a technique also called ‘presence reading’.
Lee Jung-bong created his own original based on it.
It’s about sharpening your senses to a level where you arbitrarily go beyond your limits.
It is the result of effort that goes beyond talent.
Gwangik learned that too.
Although I got excited quickly, I still learned it properly.
On the morning when I went to work after finishing my mission in this other world, I took my own steps.
absence? did.
Even so, it is surprising.
What Gwang-ik wrote was to turn his back.
There are a lot of immortals who can’t even kill someone by sight.
He deceived his presence on one side, and killed his presence on the other.
If this isn’t surprising, what is?
If you are not filled with curiosity and wonder, you are not human.
“He’s a mixed-race deviant and a genius, but you have to learn skills from someone else.”
Click.
Jungbong spoke and put down the teacup.
“Jungbong.”
“yes.”
President Nam Myeong-jin spoke without hesitation. He had nothing to hesitate about.
“I don’t know either.”
“… … yes?”
“I don’t know either.”
The boss said that and laughed.
“Why don’t you know?”
The first generation immortal, his name is Nam Myeong-jin.
The Ministry of Public Administration and Security, currently the government department that oversees the Immortal Special Forces.
Even within the Ministry of Public Administration and Security, Nam Myeong-jin is someone who cannot be neglected by anyone in power.
If you want, you can also reveal confidential information.
“I was curious too, so I asked, but it didn’t come up.”
“Really?”
“really.”
Jungbong looked at the president with suspicious eyes.
Are you trying to fool me too?
It’s the look in your eyes.
The boss laughed. He said with a smile.
“Jungbong, no matter how much I am, I can’t know everything. So it’s also fun.”
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Nam Myeong-jin doesn’t know either.
‘What on earth are you doing?’
Jungbong was genuinely curious about Gwangik’s identity.
Shall we dig into it? If you are determined and dig into it, you will be able to find out somehow.
Even if you can’t, you can at least get a clue.
“Not spies, terrorist groups, or fanatics.”
“How can you be sure of that?”
“The top of the Ministry of Public Administration and Security is responsible.”
Therefore, his identity is unknown, but he is definitely a talented person. He is also a mixed-race immortal.
It’s not just talent. He is a genius among geniuses.
“president.”
The door burst open.
A secretary with gold-rimmed glasses came in.
There wasn’t even a knock.
Unless it was something very urgent, the boss wasn’t a great person who would barge in while they were chatting.
“There is a problem.”
“problem?”
“Please check this.”
The secretary operated a wrist tablet PC. Soon a hologram was projected into the air.
It was a personal broadcast.
I saw a man with his hair neatly pulled back.
The man opened his mouth.
“I once worked in a research lab for the government.”
It was a calm attitude. But the background was more noticeable than the man.
In the background behind the man, two people covered in rags could be seen.
Judging by body type, one is an adult woman and the other is still a child.
The child was probably 7 or 8 years old at best.
Next to him, two masked men holding swords were also seen.
I could see the blade shining.
Nam Myeong-jin and Lee Jung-bong saw the blade shining and reflecting the LED light and knew it was poison.
An immortal can survive even if his head is cut off, as long as he has enough nutrients and time.
Although the experience may not be enjoyable, the two words ‘immortality’ are not there for nothing.
nevertheless.
There is a way to kill an immortal.
You just have to kill the mind, not the body.
It may be a metaphysical saying, but humans have made this a reality.
They kill and kill and torture and torture again, wearing out their minds.
Only when you are very crazy is it a Buddhist sadhak.
There was even a joke that said, ‘One of the ways to kill immortality is through sleep.’
I’m half serious.
The tormented immortal wants eternal sleep.
The wind soon affects the body.
I don’t train to overwork my body for no reason.
An immortal must tear and break his body and become accustomed to pain.
Otherwise, when in shock, an immortal will wish to die, and the mentally broken immortal will die.
It is intentional suicide.
Of course, it takes time and effort to make that happen through torture. It’s not easy either.
So humans found an easier way.
It is the pinnacle of suffering, poison.
Or they wrapped it tightly and threw it into the sea.
The history of struggle led to the study of special species.
The war between humanity and special species was a testing ground for creating such methods.
“I devoted my whole life to research. But now all I have left is the label of a traitor. “We demand this from the Korean government.”
The all-white-haired man took a breath and glared at the camera.
There seemed to be resentment in those eyes.
“The government wants them to admit their guilt. Then these two will be able to live. You probably know better who these two are. One is an agent of the Immortal Special Forces, and the other is a pureblood woman. Your government has been killing many people under the logic of sacrificing cows for the greater good. Are you just going to ignore this kind of behavior? Never tolerate this. “I will be labeled a terrorist and punish the government even if it means throwing away my life.”
Pop.
The hologram was cut off.
“The video was blocked immediately, but the cancer has already spread.”
“It’s a bountiful harvest.”
Lee Jung-bong said.
“What about the video analysis team?”
“I’m checking.”
Lee Jung-bong thought while looking at the hologram.
Yoo Gwang-ik went on a support operation.
This was done with the president’s permission.
Gwangik’s mission is to rescue the agent.
And now, an agent is captured inside the hologram.
That place, where the terrorist took the video, is where Gwangik went to support.
“Did you know and sent it?”
Lee Jung-bong asked.
Nam Myeong-jin answered with his arms crossed.
“Jungbong. “I said it earlier.”
The president repeated what he said earlier.
“No matter how country you are, you can’t know everything.”
After speaking, the president thought.
Why does trouble arise wherever Gwangik goes?
‘Is it because I sent it?’
Ability and talent are outstanding. So, of course, they are sent to dangerous places.
You can’t let that talent rot, right?
Even so, it is excessive.
Blocked the blind dog wave.
Interfering with terrorist group events in another world.
By hitting Money & Save, Prometheus’ presence in Korea was reduced.
Saving people in Dongdaemun.
In this world, I guarded the base alone.
“Get the support team ready.”
The boss said.
“Team 3 is also going.”
“okay.”
The president’s permission was granted. The three external security teams also moved to follow Gwangik, who had already left.
Joongbong thought as he walked quickly.
Although it is a strange and unusual thing.
‘Aren’t you worried? why.’
There is an opponent who is making modifications. The risk was natural.
It’s not something a first-year new employee should handle, but Yoo Kwang-ik is not just a new employee.
‘I think it’ll be okay.’
Lee Jung-bong knew that he was not a prophet. He thought that right now it was important to just get into the operational area quickly, and that was the right answer.
* * *
In a world of special species, I’m pretty normal.
Because there are so many crazy people in the world.
As soon as I arrived in Jeju Island on a private plane, I received a call.
“The infiltration operation is cancelled.”
All the strategies I had planned upon arrival were useless.
The mad scientist made a personal broadcast, and headquarters analyzed the video.
Team leader Park Pil-ro entered a meeting with the analysis team.
“late.”
Forsythia Sura sometimes spewed nonsense.
He sat like a doll with his eyes in the air, as if he wasn’t thinking about anything.
In some ways, he looked nervous, and in other ways, he still looked like a poisonous cat.
I felt it from the first time I saw it.
That woman, if she loses her suit, she’s ready to fight right away.
Sitting in such a hideous manner among immortals would naturally be seen as a provocation and cause discomfort to the other person.
“She’s a weird girl.”
While I was waiting, an assistant manager from Team 1 approached me.
He is an immortal who wears a scratch on the side of his head and sticks to short hair.
“How many people in this world are not special?”
I truly thought so.
The world of special species is said to be a world of crazy people.
“… … don’t Mr. Gwangik.”
“yes?”
“I’m a little scared when Gwangik says that.”
“yes?”
“no.”
If this guy wants to talk, he needs to finish it.
Soon after finishing the meeting with the analysis team, the team leader gathered all his troops.
“Currently, the identity of the suspect claiming to be a government scientist is unknown. In other words, there is no truth in what the suspect himself says.”
hmm?
“Results of video analysis by the analysis team.”
Immortal’s video analysis technology is unrivaled. It was okay to think of it as a gathering of experts who understood the truth hidden in lies without missing even the smallest details.
“90% of what the suspect says now is lies.”
So what is the goal of doing this?
The team leader did not even provide a detailed explanation.
What we need now is defining what needs to be done and the ability to take action.
However, my brain independently figured out the cause and drew a conclusion.
A scientist carried out a provocation against the government.
Is there a reason for that?
I wasn’t asking for money, nor was I asking to get my younger brother out of jail.
But that doesn’t mean we’re making a fuss because it’s unfair.
I also watched the video.
I just pretended that it was unfair.
Instead, his logic was clear and what he wanted was precise.
Government apology.
This is an apology for what was done in the name of serving the people.
What do you get from it?
A decline in trust in the government, to put it simply, damages the innocence of that trust.
It can be seen as a blow to the image.
So who are these guys who do this?
“From now on, we are changing the mission to a counter-terrorism operation.”
Philo Park said.
Yes, unless you are a terrorist group, there is no way you would do something crazy like this.
The world of special species is a world of crazy people.
A group of the most crazy people in this world of crazy people.
That is the terrorist group including Prometheus.
An intuition crossed my mind.
The opponent will be Prometheus or someone closely related to them.
Prometheus suffered a lot in Korea thanks to an immortal special agent.
Every time there was a large-scale incident, he ate Big Taffy with a full stomach.
Stealing the Axis Stone, damaging money and saves, and thereby revealing the identity of the Immortal Cultists.
Even if the leader of the Immortal Church and the leader of Prometheus were close friends, tempers would probably flare up.
In this situation, what would I do if I were a terrorist group?
He’ll try to return the taffy he ate.
A smarter way than hitting the bases.
Black propaganda.
After thinking about it carefully, I compared it to my intuition.
Somehow, I feel like things have become bigger because of me.
Is it because they are so spoiled by me that they are going overboard and attacking me?
Even for a terrorist group, it would not be easy for them to invest resources in something that has no benefit.
It’s great if you succeed, but if you fail, what’s left of this job?
There is only one conclusion here.
The idea is not to give reasons for what crazy people do.
What’s wrong with me?
That’s not it. This is purely because these bastards are crazy.
“Security Team 1 takes their time at the front, and the four of us take a separate entrance. The type of operation is time attack.”
Team leader Pil-ro Park said.
With these words, I was able to understand what was most important in the current operation.
Time, hostage rescue means time is life.
fantasy,
