I'm still alive

Deep currents are deadly to flow silently. My movement to open the door proudly and enter had no qualms, and the knock that lifted the gun and put the person between the aimed range contained a no hesitation noro. a stream of action Even though I opened the door, time began to look slow, as if on my side. And both eyes face forward. I was the first to blow off the arm of the guy with a gas gun on his waist.

Tack!

Argh!’

a flying arm The glass is splashed with red blood, and pleasure turns into fear. I watched the aftermath of a single bullet and enjoyed the lingering smell of gunpowder with instinct. When the blood spattered, the women who were serving screamed and hurriedly bowed their heads to the men in their suits.

And I make eye contact with a frightened middle-aged woman in the middle. Time flew again, and the curse and hostility that poured toward me instead of my name stimulated my ears.

"You son of a gun!"

The fingertips wriggle with occasional curses. When I turned my head slightly to the right, a light-hearted alarm bell, a person who was leaning next to my desk was stabbing a long sashimi knife into my side.

The body reacted first, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I take my index finger off the trigger and swing the dog's head plate to the right.

a sharp angle

The exact blow that could be seen without looking at it shattered his bones. The man, who was hit by a temple with a dog's head plate, threw himself on the floor, missing the knife, and the room where everyone laughed merrily was filled with screams and shouting. And only then does a middle-aged woman point her finger at us and scream mixed with hysterics.

'What's the point, you bastards! Hurry up and stop him!!!'

And as they rushed at me, the Yongpal brothers rushed forward at the same time. The arm of a man who stabbed himself and threw him out of the window, and the dragon-pal, who was moving as fast as a squirrel, began to turn the inside of the senior citizen center into a mess.

The fight we had was not a fight of gangsters that ended when we stabbed them in the stomach. Even though it was four times the difference, we were like the same bunch of bulls to us who were rolling on the floor with monsters. In less than two minutes, they fall off in half, and the middle-aged woman's face gets stiff. In an atmosphere where the fight was not established, the faces of the blue men began to turn pale like the blades we were holding.

‘.’

Under the stairs of the village hall, the sound of the party coming up resonates. Feeling that it was time to end, I finally kicked the Chinese-speaking man's head off and passed him out, then slowly gasped.

The people left now were three smugglers, including men in suits with their heads stuck on the floor, women in entertainment who fled to the corner, and middle-aged women I wanted to meet. As the sound of running nears, the door kicks open and an old man comes in.

What is it? Is it over already?’

It sounds like something is losing steam. As the old man said, those who were in a state of high spirits had long been scattered all over the floor after being overpowered by me and my brothers. And the belated group responded, "That's the case," and began to tie up those who were still alive with a cord, and I turned my head and asked the old man about the post-war treatment.

How's it going out there? There were just a lot of ordinary people.’

I've got all the guys with weapons on their hands down. And other people didn't have time, so I just sorted them out. If you've walked all the way here alive, you'll either run away or stay and wait for us.’

It's a clean finish that's like an old man. I approached a middle-aged woman whose eyes were shaking with an old man who had done a good job of post-war treatment. The distance between us and the woman was only five meters, but the two smugglers who remained nearby were rolling their eyes hard, at a loss of what to do. As if I had virtually given up my resistance, I slowly lowered my gun and decided to give them a chance.

Are you going to fight?’

At the same time as the question, the weapons they were carrying fell to the ground. I don't think they are united in loyalty or affection, but they seem to know that losing is their only loss. The men who threw away their weapons quickly knelt on the floor, slowly raising their hands, and waited, wary of the next move of the group cleaning up the area. Then what's left is a middle-aged woman who used to shout out in a lewd manner. I quietly took the satellite phone out of my arms and put it on my desk.

'I'm calling you in advance.’

See you there tomorrow. I mused quietly over the last time I talked on the phone that day. For what happened in just one day, the aftermath was great. Perhaps because of that, the middle-aged woman seemed to be very confused whether the current situation was a dream or not, or whether she was drunk and looking at things. As Park Dae-bak said, the scene was ruined. I said to Yong-pal, who was coming out with a string from the side.

'Tie it up.'

* * *

One of the members of Park Dae-bak's team suffered a shallow cut on the thigh, and Park Da-hye, who went with the old man, fell on the floor and scraped her knee. What I'm saying is that this is all the damage our team members have suffered. It was a ridiculous result for two to three times more adult generals, so a middle-aged woman, who was just in case, sat down looking like she had given up on the future neatly. It's 4 p.m. now, I slowly knocked on the desk and said to Detective Kang.

'Tie them in one place and kill them as soon as they see any suspicious signs. And if there are any survivors who haven't fled yet, keep them inside the village. There's probably a whole family hiding around here.’

It's too much to return to Eden today. But because it was an expedition that had been expected to stay out, the party began to set up base camps as if familiar, moving as I had instructed and preparing to spend the night quickly.

And in the mess, only me and the old man remained silent. The senior citizen center, which maintains its last appearance as if time had frozen, I asked, pointing to men in suits who were all over the place and had their mouths shut.

'So, who are these people?’

Obviously, the woman treated the man by calling him section chief Kim. At first glance, it was highly likely that he was entertaining for profit, at least a partner or a peer who was doing the same business. And in my eyes I saw a clean suit that didn't match the current situation. A strong sense of heterogeneity, the desolation of survival unseen in the face. It struck me strongly that they might be outsiders.

'Ugh, ooh, ooh!'

But responding to my question was not a middle-aged woman with her eyes down, but one of the tight-fitting suit men. By half his head he struggled all over what he wanted to say, and the old man approached and took out the cloth from his mouth. Then the first thing bald suit said was, unexpectedly, arrogance that touched my nerves.

'Dang, who are you, this mess? What kind of person do you think Mrs. Choi and I are here? And we're all nationals......, aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

The bald suit couldn't finish his words and ended up screaming, for the old man picked up a bottle of spirits on his desk and hit his head before the man's words were even finished. There are occasional scenes in the movie that hit a person on the head with illness, and I learned for the first time today that breaking the bottle is a test failure. The blood that bursts with a dull sound, but the bottle of spirits was unbreakable, boasting its firmness. The old man grits his teeth and recites.

You know all about this guy? You know all about this shit, you're doing?’

It was a voice filled with sorrow. Feeling dejected, I sat in a chair nearby, looking weakly at the ceiling. Those men in suits......... Yes, they are civil servants. No, they know the truth of the blockade and are benefiting from it, so they should be seen as the people on the government's side. Of course, it is driven by a disgusting individual's greed, not by instructions from above, but the purpose is the same, so it was no different from an accomplice in this situation. I could understand the old man who was very angry.

I actually thought it was a little strange. No matter how messy the world is and how crazy the Republic of Korea is, it doesn't make sense for these smugglers to play at this time of the still alive system. What's more, in a containment area where the press is controlled and inaccessible? Over a few months? And there was an idea that there might be an outside sympathizer in the conclusion that followed the plot. I'm sighing. I swallowed my anger inwardly, facing up to the truth that I wish I didn't want to face.

'Do you know how they died? Do you know how they died? I don't know anything! I don't know why I'm dying! Those little kids!’

The thick bottle of spirits was eventually broken. The bald suit, which was repeatedly hit on the head, eventually lost its consciousness, and people around it put their eyes down on the floor without even thinking about stepping forward. The anger that I endured and the sorrow of the old man, which had accumulated and accumulated while watching the horrible scene, burst out with anger.

But instead of stopping the action, I kept my head down and silent, pressing down on my sore forehead. This unpleasant feeling, and yet this dirt that only I wish I could feel, is soothed to myself.

Whoo, whoo.

The old man breathed hard at the sight of the man who fell on the floor and lost his mind. Then put down the broken bottle of spirits on the desk, and stagger to the chair next to me and sit quietly. Everyone freezes in the face of the fierce old man's wrath. The smell of fishy blood pierces the tip of my nose, and at the same time the strong smell of fear lick my skin and airflow. I got up slowly in between and pulled out the great sword in my waist, and soon asked a middle-aged woman laying her eyes on it.

'negotiation, dealing, persuasion, intimidation. None of this applies to you.’

You don't want to see the liver, and you don't need a complicated argument. I've already been fed up with the fight of passion, and I just want to get the information I want quickly. I'm the smuggling route they know. All you have to do is know the way out. Today I gently put a big sword that swallowed a lot of blood on my desk. And give a silent notice to a woman, rushing into a formula that gives only one answer.

* * *

The scene was quickly cleared up and we were ready to spend the night unharmed thanks to the party's hectic movement while the sun was up. The civilians who wanted to be rescued were put in one place and basic measures were taken, and the ones we neutralized were put in temporary prisons. But it was only a stopgap, and I didn't mean to try or punish them. Because you can't walk out of this area alive except for a few people with information.

Our party was able to make full use of the abundant supplies piled up in the warehouse for a long time to have an oily dinner. And in the excitement of having completed the important mission safely, they chatted loudly and mingled for a while, and soon fell into an early sleep, relieving the fatigue of the arduous march and battle.

‘.’

A cold night breeze makes the branches shake. In the pitch-black darkness, I gently exhaled my breath, looking up at the stars embroidered in the night sky. At 2 a.m. now when everyone was asleep, only a small number of people remained to guard around the quiet mountain village. And the first thing I claimed to do was sleepless nights these days. As time goes by, the fog of imagination that filled my head rather than tiredness bothers me.

'Dongyoon.'

And what awakened that long, long idea was the voice of the old man, whose weight of sorrow was so deep that it was the voice of the old man who was buried. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, the old man, the next turn of night, was coming here with a bottle of liquor with a squash of amber liquid. The shoulders of the old man, who had only felt great, were as miserable as today's winter months alone. The old man floats down next to me with a shriek of fallen leaves.

'Would you like a drink?'

He used to be an old man who didn't even touch alcohol. Of course, I couldn't allow myself to drink to forget a moment's sorrow, but it's also strange to have a masterpiece with an old man. However, the old man's eyes, which he blew out as if he knew all my heart, were filled with sorrow as deep as the night sky. I licked my dried lips in the night breeze and accepted the old man's brew.

I just thought nothing was wrong. I thought I could probably forget all this pain tomorrow. But just as scarring remains on the human body, horrendous realities and sights have always left scars on our minds. And the pain has been more painful and painful by the deaths of those who pass by like a lantern.

I don't leave my head. The horrors that the gray city left behind......, angry, rotting inside a nail, rubbing our hearts.

I took a bottle of liquor and swallowed it like I was vomiting. I swallow today with the water of oblivion so that this scum will not come out, that my pain and my true heart will never again show. Forget everything. Here, we bury all the pain in this land. And whether the old man thought the same thing, he wiped his lips with his sleeves and filled his throat with spirits.

'We've come a long way. Right?

The old man wiped his black voice with his sleeve with his runny nose. And I looked up blankly at the sky with the old man, wiping my still blood-smelling hands on the trousers. There are so many stars and it's clear. I remember the sight and erase all I wanted to say from my diary.

I've come too far to shed tears.

I.

I'm still alive.