369. Temple (1)
“So the reason the protagonist said that was because of the detective?”
The veins on John’s forehead stood out.
“No, that was an implausible expression. Why did you have to do it there? Why?”
His lover, Gou Shim, also had similarly thickened and bulging veins on her neck.
“Wow, I can’t understand.”
“I have something to say.”
“… … I want to hit you. Really.”
“I am a gender equality advocate.”
“If I hit you, will you hit me back?”
He calls his brother ‘you’. Yohan held back a snicker.
“That’s not necessarily true though.”
“What is this? I’m just going to hit you. You domestic violence offender.”
“We’re not married yet?”
“madam.”
The puns with Gou Shim were fun.
Something that has nothing to do with worldly affairs.
A wasteful debate over a book.
A fight where it doesn’t matter who wins.
A competition that ends in laughter, whether you win or lose.
All of them, without leaving out a single one.
It was as enjoyable as winter in Bok.
John was embarrassed, but he thought it was love.
I believed that Woosimdo had the same mind.
We were on our way to a cafe after reading a book and talking.
The shoulders of John and the man who were trying to enter at the same time bumped into each other.
John turned his head, his shoulders pushed to the side.
‘Hmm?’
He was a man with a hazy aura.
He was wearing a hood pulled down low and had dark circles under his eyes.
It felt like I had stayed up for several nights.
There was a musty smell and the area around his lips turned white.
It was like an early level of the homeless tech tree.
‘Even so, it’s so lifeless.’
He looks like a walking corpse.
He was a man who bumped into someone and then walked in without saying a word. Looking at the man’s back, Yohan felt bitter.
‘I missed your presence.’
No matter how relaxed he may have been and how half-conscious he has been cosplaying as a normal person lately, Yohan is also an elite from the Immortal Special Forces.
As a half-blood immortal, he has demonstrated abilities that are among the best in the unit.
Now, monsters like Se-Choi-Teuk and Jeong-Gi-Nam have emerged so many times that it’s become a thing of the past, but in the eyes of a regular agent like Park Ho-Soon, Yohan is just as capable.
Even if it wasn’t necessarily Hosun, it could have been outside of NS. Yohan could have remained a capable person.
Maybe changing jobs would be the answer.
“Excuse me, if you hit someone, you should apologize.”
In a short moment, all sorts of thoughts passed through his mind. John quickly swam out of the sea of thoughts.
I saw Woosim come out and say something to a person who looked like a homeless person.
The man didn’t even look back.
“No, look!”
Woosim’s voice grew louder. John grabbed Woosim’s elbow from behind.
“Stop it. You’re staring at people.”
“You hit someone. Why aren’t you apologizing?”
“It’s also my fault for not seeing it.”
“No. I saw it clearly. My brother went in first and that guy hit him from behind.”
John’s expression hardened even more at those words. He came in from behind, but he missed the sound?
It got to the point where I thought there was something wrong with my senses.
‘No, this is enough.’
It’s not just a matter of sense, but also of suspicion about the other person.
“excuse me.”
John opened his mouth. The man ignored it all.
He walked with a steady pace.
It was a cafe that was renovated from a factory near Seongsu Station. It was a place with delicious strawberry latte.
Business was so good that it was packed with people even during lunchtime on a weekday.
To the point where Woosim and I joked that they would later open a cafe together and run it together.
Even now, almost every table was occupied.
A man dressed as a homeless person ran over and hit the backs of two women who were laughing and chatting while looking at amateur art pieces displayed on the walls of a cafe.
“oh?”
“hey?”
The man ignored him too.
One of the women gets angry and reaches out, but stops when she sees the outfit.
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It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t avoid dirty things, even if they aren’t afraid of scary things.
The woman clenched her hands.
To John’s eyes, everything seemed slow.
The man stopped, standing upright on the gray cement floor in the center of the cafe.
The coat that covered her calves fluttered in the air-conditioned breeze.
‘The weather is hot.’
It was late summer, not a time to wear a Burberry coat at midday.
But the man was wearing a long coat.
John put his hands on his waist. No matter how absentminded he was, he always carried a weapon for self-defense.
It was a mini railgun the size of the palm of your hand.
A small but strong friend, he could blow that man’s head off in an instant with just a single shot.
Feeling an ominous premonition, I reached for my weapon and was about to draw it when the man took off my coat.
“Whoa!”
A woman nearby turned her head in surprise.
‘This crazy kid.’
It was like the Burberry man who appeared in front of the girls’ high school when I was young.
The inside of the Burberry was naked. There was no means of covering the body.
He was wrapped in strings all over his body. A green, ominous liquid was flowing through the strings.
It’s not a string, it’s something like a tube with liquid flowing through it wrapped around the body.
He had something like a vest wrapped around his torso, and inside it was a flat container. A green liquid-like substance was flowing from the tube wrapped around his body, filling the transparent container.
And in his hand he held a switch that resembled a detonator.
The man’s thumb was pressing the switch.
If you take it off, it will burst.
I recognized it at first sight.
‘Don’t shoot.’
I don’t know what that guy is wearing, but it can’t be good for his health.
No matter where you shoot, the trigger will activate on impact.
‘What you need is time.’
In a brief moment, John sorted out what he had to do.
His brilliant mind did its job.
The person closest to the door is yourself.
In that case, evacuation is the first priority.
“Get out, Goushim.”
He couldn’t go out on his own. Then he had to send his companions out.
Before the guy goes out and says he’s going to blow it up or make a fuss or something.
But Woosim did not listen.
“Let’s go together. I won’t go alone.”
This f*cking stubbornness.
Why do you dress like this even though your parents are against it?
Her persistence was remarkable.
“Damn it, listen to me.”
“Absolutely not. Let’s go together.”
John and Woosim were at the entrance. They could just turn around and run.
Then he and his wife could live.
Even though he knew all that, John couldn’t do it.
“This is a holy war. Just as the god who brought fire to mankind, it will open our eyes to see the world. This is the beginning. The sacrifices of those gathered here will soon become the key materials to open a new world… … .”
The man’s speech was lengthy.
The people around him, except for John, were momentarily unable to understand what was being said.
“Call the police. What are you doing?”
“Let’s go out.”
“Is this a movie shoot? I can’t see the camera. Could this be a hidden camera?”
People started to murmur.
“The level is a bit too high.”
It’s something that will come out naturally when you see the lower body dangling.
It’s one of them.
“f*ck, this crazy kid. Is he crazy?”
He was a man with tattoos on his arms and a generously sized belly, wearing sportswear.
The man who had come out while groping glared at the naked man.
“Hey, you f*cking punk, do you know who I am?”
It would have been unknown to John or to the man.
Without any change in expression, the man put his hand into the flat glass case, that is, towards his stomach, and took out a gun.
There was nothing unnecessary in his movements.
He aimed and fired without hesitation. The simple movement reverberated throughout the building.
bang!
A gunshot rang out.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
A scream rang out.
The tattooed pig clutched its thigh and repeatedly made a pig-snapping sound.
“Kueeek!”
“Stop it, if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll put a hole in your head.”
Others were more shocked than the person who was shot, screaming and screaming.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
“Whoa, what the f*ck, is that a real gun?”
“What is this?”
“It’s not a hidden camera!”
Bang bang bang!
The man fired three shots over her head.
The gunshot was loud. It was enough to drown out a person’s screams.
Silence soon fell.
The man raised his voice in the silence.
“The blessing that I wear is the beginning of the temple. Whoever wears this blessing will be the first to reach heaven.”
Someone swallowed.
John ended up guarding the door, which was actually a good thing.
No one dared to rush out because he was blocking the door.
The man glanced at John quietly at the door, then opened his mouth again.
“If anyone tries to leave, I’ll blow this up. I’ll put a bullet in the head of the person who tries to leave first.”
A calm tone of voice, a calm attitude.
John sensed something ominous in her tone and attitude.
‘There is no change in emotion.’
He said he was prepared for anything.
Now was not the time to plan a strategy or anything.
‘Burn out time and improvise the rest.’
“Everyone gather around. I have something to say.”
People who had been hesitating at the man’s words began to gather in the center of the cafe.
“Those hiding behind the counter, come out. If you continue to hide, I will give you a blessing first.”
That crazy kid has good ears too.
‘You’re immortal.’
He has a talent for killing energy and his senses are developed.
What other special species could do that?
‘It was too complacent.’
I was stupid. I relaxed too much.
“This temple was built because of one man.”
The man spoke with the same attitude.
His speech was incoherent and long-winded, but the gist of it was not difficult.
“Se Choi-teuk is a traitor to humanity, a person who transfers danger for his own gain.”
That was what was said.
‘Gwangik?’
No one will believe it. It’s too absurd. It’s a one-sided accusation that ignores logic and blames Se-Choi-Teuk for everything.
People also know that this is not Se-Choi-Teuk’s fault.
But this could be a problem.
‘Even if no one believes that.’
What would the dead person’s family think?
You might be resentful that we stirred up a terrorist group to create this situation.
Even now, in front of the huge memorial erected in front of Gwanghwamun, there are many people who are protesting with resentment in their hearts.
Even if their words don’t make sense, we can’t help but look on.
Some people will shift some of the blame for the sacrifice onto Gwangik.
I don’t think people are inherently evil.
‘That’s what will happen.’
The problem will only get worse as groups come together.
‘It must be stopped.’
John shook his head.
“Half of these people will leave. I will decide who will leave now.”
The man says that sending half means telling her what he just said.
John wanted to see the face of the bastard who planned this.
Next to me, Woosim’s arms were shaking. No, his whole body was shaking.
Her eyes looked like they were about to cry at any moment.
Yeah, you’d be scared.
This may be your first time experiencing this situation.
John whispered, but his eyes were not taken off the man.
And in my head, I was checking the weapons I had.
What is best?
How does that device work?
Is that liquid some kind of hydrochloric acid?
The sum of countless questions is one of the processes that produces something similar to a conclusion.
John asked himself questions and answered them several times.
John got up from his seat. He placed his other hand on Woosim’s shoulder and took a step forward.
“Stop.”
“How do you pick half? I have to go.”
“… … It is according to the will of heaven that brought light into the world… … .”
“If you need money, I’ll give you money. Or do you need a woman? I can give you a woman. How about this one?”
John took hold of the arm of the right-hand man and lifted him up.
Expressionless, withholding of emotions.
It’s the immortal’s specialty.
But enduring doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings.
For a moment, a look of contempt appeared in the man’s eyes.
“For your information, I am an immortal. I am a mixed race. I have a lot of money and I am successful. I am a better resource than anyone here.”
John instantly realized his opponent’s identity.
So I maintained an appropriate attitude.
John brought up the common discrimination theory that some of the mixed-bloods who were beaten by the pure-bloodists claim.
It means that special species are superior and special.
The contempt in the man’s eyes grew even stronger. Soon, the corners of his mouth twisted.
It seemed like he really didn’t like it.
“Come closer. I will show you the way.”
But his speech is still the same. He was a well-trained guy.
John closed the distance between himself and him.
The battle between immortals is a battle of how well they can hide each other’s presence.
‘That training was really boring.’
This is where it helps. It hides, conceals, and perfectly packages the inside.
The man didn’t notice.
John’s operation was successful.
Push.
The man quickly released and pressed a button that appeared to be a detonator.
Then, the coffin on his shoulder twisted and released green mist.
“Drink this. If you drink this, I will let you go.”
It was ominous just to look at. Possibly poison, or worse, chemical terrorism.
If this goes off, the worst thing that could happen is a biochemical attack in the middle of the city.
John approached the smoke that looked like cotton candy floating in the air.
And he moved his left hand.
The left hand, perfectly concealed, holds the handle.
The opponent didn’t notice. John’s hand gently went up.
It looked like he had raised his hand because he had something to say.
It was such a natural behavior.
However, he has a circular stick in his hand.
At the end of the circular rod was a whip made of light.
The whip gently sliced through the opponent’s wrist, then curled like a snake and pierced his neck.
It all happened in about a second.
John quickly grabbed the button.
‘Blocked.’
I’m on the verge of feeling relieved.
“brother!”
The voice of the right heart rang out.
She knows John. She was worried and sensed that it wasn’t real.
He was said to be an immortal below the quarter mark, but it seems he was trying to save himself.
I saw her running towards me and looking surprised.
The terrorist was killed, but a few green mists spread out in the short gap.
One of them touched Woosim’s arm.
