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“I…”

The moment she opened her mouth,

A myriad of memories pass through Murata's head.

I have been proud all my life.

Nineteen years after I decided to become the prime minister of this country, I bowed my head many times.

But it was just an act.

In any case,

To anyone.

- I'm different.

I bowed my head and sinned, but Murata's heart did not bend at all.

- I am someone who will stand on top of you someday. It never breaks. I'm the one holding the knife sack.

But now it's different.

Murata was exhausted and broken.

It is a desperate situation, not just as a prime minister, but as a life as a politician, and as a human being whose reputation as a society has ended.

Besides, you almost just became a living, breathing doll. In his own space, the Prime Minister's mansion, helplessly, without any resistance.

Yeah, it was a feeling of helplessness.

In the end, he was just a man.

The strength breaking up was just a little harder.

In a way, I realized I was too late.

“Me, me...”

Almost everything he had done so far was possible because he believed that he was special.

“That was foolish. Now, I was wrong... about things I shouldn't have done...”

The words were closer to self-criticism than they were to the meteor.

“If I had been a little more right then... I would have taken full advantage of the power of the SDF and the hunters...”

“That's it.”

Even...

His hands clapped sharply.

Murata raises her head.

“Get up."

Yooseong was not in a good mood.

“What are you doing? ”

“Trying to forgive...”

“I understand what you're trying to say. You want to end this with an apology? Just because you talk to me about apples 1: 2: 3 doesn't mean it's over. ”

Yooseong clearly said.

Depending on what Murata says and what he does, he will treat it differently.

“If you think an apology like that will clear up both your authority and the mistakes you've made. You're not the prime minister. ”

Murata feels his neck twitching.

“Two people, so it doesn't seem like it's such a hard choice to get down on your knees and ramble in the other room. ”

“What am I supposed to do? ”

The voice of emotion towards him.

“I'm not the prime minister? In fact, a few days later, that's what happened. Thanks to you....”

“Thanks to me? Is this what it looks like? ”

“Oh, no…”

“Sit down, please. ”

Yooseong pointed to the chair.

“Sit down. You're still the prime minister of this country, after all. I'm here to talk to someone like that. If not…”

Then he pointed to the door on the other side.

“You can go out there neatly. And you'll never have to deal with it again. ”

“....... ”

Murata takes off his knees.

Like that,

For the first time in his life, a blameless apology that appeared to others flowed away without even collecting any other reactions.

“Let's start with the basics. I came all the way down here and had a terrible thing with the head of the disaster management department. ”

“The disaster management commissioner or what he did... I didn't give the instructions myself. In the first place, it was Mr. Scune's...”

“Don't make excuses like that. ”

Hanging up.

I knocked on his desk once.

“I honestly don't know much about politics. I don't know the difference between the president and the prime minister. But an agency that specializes in a country's special defence moves to capture a particular individual for private purposes, not for special defence.

Doesn't it make sense that the head of state admits that? ”

I didn't even have to wait for an answer.

Yooseong kept saying.

“Cut it. It's not an order. I wouldn't say no excuses or reasons. And I don't want any interference with my return to Korea, including him. Of course it is.”

Murata opens his mouth.

What Yooseong said was not a difficulty that would make him a big herd.

But there was a chimney like dialogue I wanted to do.

“Why should I do such a thing? You might want to say, ”

“... I don't feel that way. ”

“No, I understand. Whether I feel sorry for myself or not, there's no need to take the trouble. ”

Murata was on the verge of blindness anyway.

If there is no special motive, there is no reason to raise your voice to insult or eat yourself.

“So, let me give you something to motivate you. ”

“......! ”

Murata's eyes are lively.

It was almost unconscious.

After all, he was also a fighter.

But the suggestion that came out of his mouth was,

“We'll have to make a bigger apology first. Catch a broadcast or something and apologize to everyone for what you said and did. ”

It was far below Murata's expectations.

“...... Now. ”

Murata barely swallows what he was about to say.

Are you kidding me?

I wanted to work in front of Yooseong right away.

Apologize.

Apologize for that.

“I wish that were all it was...”

“That's what you're supposed to do, whether it works or not. You must be mistaken. This is not advice. It's the least you can do to prove it to me. ”

“Proof?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I'm here to talk to the Prime Minister. You don't give anything to people who don't even hold themselves accountable. ”

“Ew, below humans?! ”

It was getting worse.

But even though he was deeply wounded by his pride more than ever, Murata did not rise.

Would it be more appropriate to say we didn't?

Maybe it's because of real-life hope that Yooseong might give it.

I don't know if it's his own shame.

“The fracture that occurred when you came to see me. You know, it's not just a crack. ”

“... and I looked at the reports that were posted. ”

Murata knew at least as much information as both sides of the country knew.

Anyway, he's still prime minister of Japan, and he deserves to know that information.

“This information hasn't been made public yet. I don't want it to go public forever, but that would be too optimistic. ”

Murata agreed as well.

There were already cracks in several countries that were not closed, and local governments were closing the entire area with enormous manpower and costs.

If these rifts have appeared at the same pace so far... even the most advanced hunting systems may be at their limit unless we find some other innovation.

And what was even worse than that future risk was that this information might go to the public.

“But as you know, I closed it. ”

“How?”

“I have the ability to do that. ”

We cut down Murata's lead tightly.

Yooseong said only the information he had in mind to give.

“The rules to pay attention to are simple. The cracks that need to be closed, that I have to find them myself, not someone else. ”

Murata immediately understood.

If Yooseong is right,

The man in front of him was a hunter whose labor cost was high enough to barf.

And if we're not fortunate enough to advance the technology of humanity, that body value will rise exponentially.

“I think I do. I don't know what you're going to give me. ”

If Murata were to negotiate with Meteor, it would change a lot if it turned out that he could hire his abilities for Japan.

Since his performance is also effective, Yooseong being asked to work implies the resolution of his conflict.

Of course, the people's criticism will remain, but the crisis will be solved to the point where a completely political position ends.

When Murata rolls his head around.

Yooseong was pulling out his wallet.

Palak-

One small square was drawn with a clean sound.

The cost price was not too expensive.

It costs about 48,000 KRW to make a 100 purchase order.

It was a new business card made by Seo Yu after returning.

The higher the hunter's value, the fewer cards with the hunter's direct number.

Of course, it rises to the point of value.

Yooseong placed his business card on the table.

Naturally, Murata reached out...

Tak -

Meteor detection,

I stopped him from taking the middle of the business card.

“What the...”

“You said you knew what I would give you. And you're willing to take that as a down payment at a time when you haven't even talked about it? ”

Murata stared at him dazed for a moment.

“Or did you think I'd give you a 'pass to page me' a few times? ”

It was an unfortunate story.

I haven't even thought about the cost of closing a crack that hasn't closed yet.

All he wanted to give was his business card.

It's not a product.

The right to negotiate the price of the goods.

“Too confident. You can do it any other way you want."

“Never.”

With your other hand,

Yooseong closed his wallet loudly.

“Put your hands on your chest and think about it a little bit. And I haven't told you the terms of the deal yet. ”

“... tell me. ”

“Facilities run by Leto on the outskirts of Tokyo. The unauthorized collection of CE hunters. You knew, didn't you?”

Murata could not say yes.

It was a great answer on its own, of course.

“Shut it down and punish everyone involved. and acknowledge the existence and extortion of any technology taken from the Korean Peninsula, as I mentioned earlier, and hand over all relevant research. ”

“You mean... destroy Leto." ”

“Let's not pretend to be weak. Like you can't do it. ”

It was not something I couldn't do.

Clearly, Leto's experiments were more distracting than government-led participation.

Leto's image isn't as good as it used to be... and there was a commotion between the president and his daughter earlier.

“But the odds are that... a lot of political figures are keeping in touch with Leto. I'm not free either. I'm a hunter in Tokyo. I have strong support from companies. My current position and other conditions....”

“Hey."

He said, slightly annoyed in his voice.

“Again, I don't know politics. ”

“....... ”

“I don't know what your position is, and I have no reason to. Just get up and get out of here right now, you have nothing to lose. It's you you need to think about, not me. ”

Talk-

The finger that pressed on the business card fell slightly and knocked on the desk.

“This is the first business card I draw after I make a custom order. This is my gift to you. Will you take advantage of this to make up for what you've done and try to reacquire, or will you pay the price and disappear quietly? ”

He looked into Murata's eyes.

Murata's gaze fades down and blossoms onto his business card.

“Choose.”

Only silence has passed for a while.

It's been five minutes.

Tak -

Close the door to the Oval Office.

Yooseong left the palace without even looking back.

It was about time I walked out to the street to get a cab.

“Found it!”

The trembling shout of the whole street.

There was a man looking at Yooseong.

At the same time, there are tons of footsteps that are heard everywhere.

Faces spilled out between the walks across the four-lane road and the buildings next to him, including the walkway where he was walking.

They were the sheriffs of the Disaster Management Agency.

All those red faces.

Based on the numbers, as soon as Yooseong's eyewitness information came in, all the people scattered throughout Tokyo gathered in a hurry.

There was no shout of "freeze" or "surrounded."

Goooo-

Dozens of sheriffs gather their errors together.

Earlier, I would have been reported by Yooseong.

Without even giving me a moment, I intend to take Yooseong with me for the purpose of answering the question.

“...... ”

Dozens of sheriffs and their booze are turning on themselves.

In that instant,

Flash-

He raised his hands.

“Surrender.”

I spit it out fresh.

There was nothing in his hands.

Completely defenseless.

The sheriffs paused, and he looked around slowly.

“This number must be really hard. ”

And soon I found out.

Kodama is staring at himself like he's a dead man.

And I opened my mouth to him.

“Shut up!"

The shout from Godama stopped the voice of Yooseong.

“Whatever you say, don't listen! Deception!”

The sheriffs followed Godama's instructions faithfully.

The three closest men approach with restraints for the oppression of Yooseong while keeping the liquor aimed at him in a state that can be triggered at any time.

“Don't be careless! ”

The sound of words obscured by the screams of Godama.

Only the shape of the mouth is showing traces of Yooseong's words.

I wasn't trying to be conscious.

But I had to worry about it.

It was Godama who knew Korean very quickly.

The shape of Yooseong's mouth kept repeating just one short sentence.

‘What the...’

You forget the instructions you give your men.

Kodama was stunned for a moment and followed the shape of his mouth.

It was then.

Piri -

Gotham's phone rang.

...

“Oh, man. ”

Watching Godama get his phone.

I smiled as if I was sorry for him.

“I was going to tell you before I panicked...”

“Joe, be quiet! ”

The nervous sheriff scowls at him.

However, he turns his gaze toward him, and he shifts in anger.

Even though three people came, Yooseong was Yooseong.

If Yooseong resisted, they would become a hive of bees with the firepower of their comrades instead of defeating him.

“Oh, by the way, you don't speak Korean...”

“I told you to be quiet! ”

The shouting without even knowing what he was saying.

One of the sheriffs takes out the restraining order with a trembling hand.

But when I took it to Yooseong,

Find out -!

“Where.”

Yooseong struck the mark of the one who had redeemed himself.

“Chug!"

His kidney was destroyed in a ridiculous voice.

“........!! ”

The rest of the marshals are appalled.

The rebellion against Yooseong meant an attack by his comrades who were besieging this side.

That's why I was prepared to bite my stubborn teeth....

“... Er...”

No attacks were fired at this direction.

The sheriffs turn their heads.

I see Godama.

With a dazzled face, the phone in your hand was sagging.

Even the sheriffs who were with him looked no different.

“What the hell. ”

What instructions did you get from that phone?

“Oh, I see...”

An obscene Japanese language that has been heard towards them.

The three heads returned to the meteor again.

Yooseong was looking at his phone.

I was speaking as instructed by the translation app.

An ambassador I've just repeated to Godama over and over.

“In this hour...”

With a sincere apology,

Yooseong told them.

“You're fired. ”