God of Blackfield

as so scared that she couldn’t even cry.

It felt as if the world and everything in it had stopped.

***

“Honey! Honey!” Kang Dae-Kyung yelled.
He urgently wet the towel with water and rubbed it on Yoo Hye-Sook’s face and neck.

Yoo Hye-Sook had turned so pale with fright that she seemed dead.
However, when water dripped down from the unwrung towel to her upper body, she managed to open her eyes, albeit barely.

“Honey, what should we do? Our poor Channy… I have to go.
He’ll be waiting for me there,” Yoo Hye-Sook said.

“Okay, let’s go, but you need to gain energy first.
You need energy to get there!”

“I’ll be fine, honey.
We have to go.”

“Okay, I got it.
I got it, so please pull yourself together, okay?”

Kang Dae-Kyung eventually burst into tears as well.

He wasn’t supposed to cry.

But no matter how much he tried to hold in his tears, he couldn’t stop his tears from falling.

***

“Hmm.”

Yang Jin-Woo sat alone in the lounge, his right fist tightly clenched as he looked at the building with smoke rising from it.

“Whoo!”

Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack. 

He breathed out loudly, then smacked his left breast a few times.

“Hahaha.”

It wasn’t time to laugh yet, but no matter how hard he tried to look serious, he couldn’t stop laughing.

***

Kang Chan twitched and barely moved his index finger.

“You thought I was going to die, didn’t you?” Kang Chan asked.

Lying on his stomach, Kang Chan tapped his ear.

“Damn it! Now, I won’t be able to answer phone calls anymore.
Urgh!”

They were very lucky that the wall hadn’t crumbled.

Kang Chan gritted his teeth.
With difficulty, he lifted and planted his right palm on the ground.

Just as Kang Chan was about to push himself up, Seok Kang-Ho grabbed and lifted Kang Chan’s left arm, which was on the ground.

Kang Chan smirked.
The dust had completely covered the area around Seok Kang-Ho’s eyes, which were so red they looked like a ghost’s.

“Please wait for a bit.
I’ll stand up and help you sit,” Seok Kang-Ho said.

“I can’t hear you.”

“What are you saying? Ugh! I said I’ll raise you up.”

“I said I can’t hear you.”

Gritting his teeth, Seok Kang-Ho helped Kang Chan up.

“Ugh! If we get out of here alive, then—urgh! Let’s twist the necks of all of those sons of bitches.
Urgh,” Seok Kang-Ho said, dragging Kang Chan with him.

Aftering helping Kang Chan sit and lean against the wall, Seok Kang-Ho sank to his knees with a thud.

Kang Chan smirked once more.

Seok Kang-Ho grinned.

“We survived again,” Seok Kang-Ho commented.

“Sure.
Let’s go and kill them.”

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“No, that’s not what I said—I said we didn’t die.”

“I already said I got it.
I’m going to kill everyone, and I’ll start with the fuckers who planned this and the fucking friends of those fuckers, so prepare accordingly.”

“Phuhu.”

Dumbfounded, Seok Kang-Ho laughed.
At the same time, Jeon Dae-Geuk twitched and moved his head.

***

Chk.

“We’re re-entering in three minutes! I repeat! We’re re-entering in three minutes!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! 

Kim Hyung-Jung put down the walkie-talkie and smacked the table like a crazy person.

When the explosives were detonated, the entry team that had been waiting at the entrance retreated again.

The hallway was blocked.

If they approached it incorrectly and the bomb went off, the team would be written off as casualties.

All they could do now was make the bomb explode from where they were.
However, that could seal the fate of those still inside the building.

Chk.

“Mr.
Kang Chan!”

Chk.

“Mr.
Section Chief!”

Chk.

“Mr.
Seok Kang-Ho!”

They shouldn’t have hesitated.

They shouldn’t have hesitated when Kang Chan told them to search through the guest rooms.

Kim Hyung-Jung couldn’t get rid of his stereotypes, even though he was already aware of Kang Chan’s capabilities due to the operation in Mongolia.

He couldn’t believe he thought about what to report to the higher-ups while sitting in the situation room and got worried about the diplomatic friction that could result from messing with Chinese tourists before a terrorist attack.

Chk.

“Plant the explosive,” the officer-in-charge of the 606’s intrusion said over the walkie-talkie.

Chk.

“Mr.
Kang Chan!”

Chk.

“Mr.
Kang Chan! Please answer me!”

Chk.

“You’re the God of Blackfield, aren’t you?! Is that nickname all there is to you?!”

Kim Hyung-Jung glared at the walkie-talkie while gritting his teeth.
He was having trouble breathing, even though he was only sitting in the situation room.

“Fuck!”

Bang!

The agents beside Kim Hyung-Jung couldn’t even stop him.

“Whoo! Mr.
Kang Chan, I’m going to get revenge for this no matter what! I don’t care if that means having to quit my job in the National Intelligence Service!”

Kim Hyung-Jung’s glare switched to the screen that was showing the smoke rising from the building…

Chk.

“It’s the God of Blackfield.”

Kim Hyung-Jung froze.

Chk.

“Cease the entry operation.”

Kim Hyung-Jung, who had blanked out for a moment, raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth so quickly that his hand seemed to teleport.

Chk.

“Entry team, cease all operations! I repeat! Entry team, cease all operations!”

Chk.

“The entry team has stopped,” someone responded to Kim Hyung-Jung.

Chk.

“It’s the God of Blackfield.
All of the VIPs are safe.
I repeat.
All three VIPs are safe.
The hallway is dangerous, so prepare a ladder truck to the window.”

Chk.

“Understood, God of Blackfield,” Kim Hyung-Jung replied.

“Arrgghh!” Kim Hyung-Jung shouted as if he had gone crazy, having put down the walkie-talkie and tightly clenched his fists.

***

[There has been a rapid change in the situation! The entry team has retreated, and a ladder truck is urgently being connected to the second floor.
The space we see is barely big enough for a person or two to pass through.
We haven’t been able to confirm if the President or the Founder is alive! While the armed members are guarding the building, the ladder truck has now reached the window on the second floor.]

As the reporters yelled, the members aboard the truck’s aerial lift headed to the second floor.

[They’re clearing up space from inside the building.
We still haven’t confirmed if the President or the Founder of the establishment is still al—!]

“Wow!”

The people nearby and the citizens watching the situation from a building kept shouting as if they had gone crazy.

[It’s the President! Surrounded by the specialized team, President Moon Jae-Hyun is currently coming down the ladder!]

***

“Please go next, Mr.
Ambassador.” With difficulty, Kang Chan smiled at Lanok while leaning against the mountain of rubble piled up in front of the window.

“When are you going to come down?” Lanok asked.

“If I appear on TV one more time from here, I won’t be able to take revenge for this.”

Whooosh.

“Mr.
Ambassador! Please come out quickly!” Someone yelled.

Lanok looked outside, then looked at Kang Chan again.
“Mr.
Kang Chan, I’ll mobilize everything I can to support this revenge.”

Kang Chan smirked.
Lanok briefly nodded, then went out through the hole.

“Wow!”

An uproar and loud applause followed.

Kang Chan struck his chest with his right arm.

“What’s wrong? Are you having trouble breathing?” Seok Kang-Ho asked, looking surprised.

“Cigarettes—I was checking to see if I had cigarettes.”

The wounded Go Gun-Woo was lying down on one side of the room.
Meanwhile, those that could move among the representatives used the ladder and went down first.

“Urgh, please tell them to send over a cigarette first.
Manager Kim is great, but he’s too square,” Seok Kang-Ho told Kang Chan.

“Wow!”

Before Seok Kang-Ho even finished talking, an enormous uproar erupted from outside the building.

Chk.

“Manager Kim.”

Chk.

“Mr.
Kang Chan! Ambassador Lanok has just said that the Eurasian rail isn’t going to submit to any kind of threat and announced the establishment, then shook hands with the President!”

At any rate, the gentleman also had amazing showmanship.

Chk.

“Manager Kim.”

Chk.

“Please go ahead, Mr.
Kang Chan!”

Chk.

“Please give us cigarettes and a lighter.
And contact my family—they’re probably worried right now.”

Chk.

“The paramedics are heading in right now.
I’ll send over the cigarettes and the lighter right after they go in, and I’ll contact your parents immediately once I’ve located them through the security guards assigned to them.”

Rattle.

Two men who looked like army surgeons came in through the hole.

“Here!” When Jeon Dae-Geuk raised his hand, the two army surgeons ran toward Go Gun-Woo.

A moment later, Jeon Dae-Geuk approached Kang Chan with difficulty.

“How did you realize they were going to launch a surface-to-air missile?” Jeon Dae-Geuk sounded as if he was imitating Seok Kang-Ho.

“If I was going to attack this place, that’s what I would’ve done.”

“You would’ve used C-4 as well?”

“I would’ve done even worse things than that.”

Thud.

Jeon Dae-Geuk sank to his knees and leaned against the wall across from Kang Chan.

Rustle.

A member urgently came into the room and looked at Jeon Dae-Geuk.
“Manager Kim told us to bring these.”

He was holding cigarettes and a lighter.

“Give them to him.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk looked very tired.

***

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

“Mr.
President! It’s me, assistant manager Kim! We heard that your son is safe! Mr.
President!”

The assistant manager knocked on the door.

Rattle!

Kang Dae-Kyung opened the door with wide eyes.
“What did you just say?”

“They contacted the company because you didn’t answer your phone.
They said that your son is safe and that they’ll contact you when he has been transferred to a hospital! I ran over immediately because they told me that you’re probably very worried and I should tell you quickly.”

Thud!

Kang Dae-Kyung sank to his knees at the entrance.

1.
This was written as ‘Couvre tes oreilles!’, which means ‘Cover your ears!’ in French ☜

2.
No, laser sights don’t beep.
Laser tag guns do.
☜