A Gate Opened on my First Day as a Politician chapter 133

A Gate Opened on my First Day as a Politician 133

EP 21 – Knights Without Borders (15)

“… … Does that mean the US is trying to fight China now?”

“Just because you’re going to war doesn’t mean you have to fight. This is a bit weird, but… … .”

The reporter frowned, stroking his sparse beard.

“Right now, you can find the answer just by looking at Suzy Kim or Gunpung. The enemy on the outside unites the inside. Would it be different from America?”

“… … Still, isn’t the idea of a fight between China and the United States being too big?”

“That’s why I didn’t say it was a novel. Maybe the US needs a dispute with China. Again, this sounds very unlikely—”

In the midst of continuing the argument with the reporter, Cheon Geum-soon’s urgent voice was heard.

“… … hello?”

She was holding the phone to her ear.

“… … Manager Park. I’m at work now… … ? Oh, that’s great. Bring me what I picked up in Vladivostok last time. I go to this place every day in Changwon-”

* * *

She handed us some pictures. It was a photograph of a document.

“… … What is this?”

“A smuggling ledger.”

“… … What is it?”

“American weapons have flowed into Russia. To be precise, the weapons of the US Forces Japan in the 7th Fleet.”

“… … Where did you get it?”

“russia. Vladivostok.”

“… … How did you get it?”

“Our group originally did a lot of business with the Russian side. I have quite a few connections… … . why. He, the last time you broke up in Seoul, you borrowed five container ships from Russia… … .”

She lightly tapped the picture with her long fingernails.

“I got a call from the NIS last month or so. I have something to investigate, so please cooperate. So I disguised myself as a couple of agents and transported them to Russia. And share your connections.”

“… … Is this what it is?”

She nodded, and Gam asked her.

“CEO Chun, do you mean, do you think American weapons went to Russia and then to China again?”

“I originally thought it would be used in the Russian civil war. I was thinking about selling some weapons when the time comes… … .”

“… … .”

Clearly, Russia was divided into East and West after Putin’s sudden death.

The dictator who abandoned Siberia to protect Moscow while he was still alive had to split his country in two.

The warlords of the Russian Far East Military District were in a state of cold war with Moscow, protecting the Russians abandoned by the central government.

Cheon Geum-soon discussed this.

“You need weapons to fight, and you need weapons to stop a fight. So I thought the Russian warlords were importing weapons from the US.”

“You seem to have changed your mind now.”

“There were a few awkward spots. It’s a military force. Why do warlords import weapons?”

She pokes several parts of the ledger with her fingers.

“I don’t even know if that’s a bomb or a missile. It’s almost all rifles and ammunition, right? Do Russians have no guns?”

“… … You imported guns to sell to China?”

“I don’t know again. Did the US put weapons inside China through Russia?”

The reporter pointed out.

“Aren’t the Russian warlords or the Chinese government suffering because they don’t have guns?”

“… … .”

at that time.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

I opened my mouth carefully.

“… … You may need a gun.”

“Yes?”

“People who suffer because they don’t have guns. For example, people who are oppressed by the Chinese government… … .”

“… … .”

“Someone who needs a gun to use secretly from the government.”

I fleshed out the story.

“And where is the monstrous weapon in this day and age? A weapon that catches people?”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Silence fell in an instant. Everyone swallowed dry saliva, looked into each other’s eyes, and continued terrifying imaginations.

“… … under.”

It was the reporter who broke the silence with a laugh.

“So, that… … .”

He cleared our guesses with a soulless smile.

“The United States smuggled firearms into China through Russia, and in today’s world, guns are not monsters, but weapons that kill people.

he laughed

“under! Well, if there is a coup d’état in China and the country is ruined, and France is ruined like this, it would feel like a crackdown on the American side!?”

Laughing wasn’t laughing.

* * *

Cutting something is a lot easier than you think.

If you are ready to cut it.

The fear of flying wooden swords, the hesitation about living and breathing, and the humanity that entangled him in the deepest part of his heart.

If you cut it once, you’re entrusting yourself to the sword after that.

“… … .”

At least Seol Jinwoon thought so. And so did it. In the middle of Seoul, where people and monsters were indistinguishable.

If you ask if you have crossed the line or not, you are a person who has gone a long way. by cutting the line.

There were several reasons for cutting.

Hatred of things that harm humans, hatred of non-humans, love of those who wished to remain human.

That made the boy a resolute leader, eventually clashing with the world, tempered with a sword now worn out and fearful of blood.

In medical terms, it is PTSD. Also called intermittent explosive disorder, depression, or anxiety disorder.

How can you sum up a person’s mind in one word?

It was inconvenient for the doctor to tell him what he didn’t know, but now the worn-out boy had only drugs and alcohol to lean on.

But,

Seol Jinwoon decided to lean on the sword rather.

That’s why I came to Europe.

“… … .”

The boy glanced at the first sword he had grabbed. It wasn’t a wooden sword, a kitchen knife, or an umbrella, it was a real sword.

Stainless steel or a long umbrella, it weighed as much as a pencil to the boy, and although it was a decorative sword provided in the museum, anticipation could not be expected, but the boy had a sword.

so that,

I like it.

“… … .”

The boy took a deep breath.

I can feel the deep smell of blood. A bloody, stinky, bloody smell mixed with human and monstrous things.

Because of this, every time he inhales and exhales, the boy begins to feel where he is.

This was a battlefield.

“… … !”

At the sound of a crack that flew in from behind, the boy turned and cut himself. The head of the monster that was running towards the boy was split in half.

The corpse of the monster fell as it ran towards the boy, and the boy took a step back and avoided the corpse of the monster.

And there was another monster.

The boy was cut horizontally. A blue sword slashed the monster’s waist.

Sometimes it was cut with a bell. A thin solid line appeared along the monster’s crown.

When you cut like that, there are times when you can’t tell whether you are cutting horizontally or vertically.

just cut it off just cutting it off And the more you do it, the more fiercely the blue sword burns.

“… … .”

Judgment on the battlefield is not a thought. Thinking is something you do before a fight.

If you start a fight, you have to focus on killing to survive. If it can be killed, it is killed; if it can be avoided, it is avoided.

If you have time to think, you are already dead. Your body must move before you can think.

That is to surrender to the sword.

Sticking your head in believing that you will dodge a flying baseball. Promise to cut down on that beast and move forward.

The battle is a tightrope full of arrogance and self-righteousness. And that makes it even more exciting.

The boy walks on a single rope like that.

And so, a blue sword swept through the air.

and how long has it been By the time the boy did his first thought,

“… … .”

He stood alone on a mountain of corpses.

The boy looked around.

Drops of blood were dripping from the tip of the red sword, and blood flowed down the monster’s torn corpse.

People in the distance were looking at themselves with eyes that did not know whether they were in awe or fear,

When I turned around and looked at the horizon, countless animals reflected in the red sunset squirmed.

“… … .”

The boy looked up at the sky. There are big and small holes in the air. A cold blue light illuminates the world.

The corpse of the defeated enemy is beneath his feet, and waves of the enemy to be defeated are rushing in front of his eyes.

The smell of blood was thick.

The power in the hand holding the sword came on its own, and it felt like the blood was getting hot with the beating of my heart.

okay.

perhaps.

I may have missed this a bit.

* * *

It was a hunter covered in the flesh of the monster that caught the boy who was taking one step towards the horizon.

“what are you doing! Baby!”

“… … sister?”

“It’s time to hit the US airstrikes! Hurry up!”

“… … ah! yes!”

Leaving behind the endless waves of monsters, they quickly hid behind the walls of the shelter.

When the hunters who were slaughtering the monster entered the shelter,

woohoo-!

The thick steel door closed.

The hunters exhaled harshly and fell leaning against the wall. Everyone was wearing a bloodbath, so they were pretending to be serial killers in the drama.

and,

Doo doo doo doo-!

The bullets protruding through the high barbed wire and barricades began to spit flames.

While loud gunshots resounded as if they were tearing the eardrums, a recovery team approached and brought light to the hunters’ flesh.

While the tickling feeling spread and new flesh was sprouting, Yeo Do-yeon poured bottled water on the dry place, revealing her healthy skin.

Seol Jinwoon, who was watching the scene, smiled softly.

“IM jealous.”

“What about this smooth skin?”

“I don’t think my sister needs the potion.”

“Do you drink potions during your nonsense?”

Yeo Do-yeon threw the given potion to Seol Jin-woon.

“European kids are good at making potions. It tastes like strawberry.”

Seol Jin-woon smiled and headed up the fortress wall. Yeo Do-yeon followed.

As soon as I climbed the top of the castle wall, I heard a chirping voice.

“Oh, it’s the captain of the snow! It just opened!”

“Can’t you see my sister?”

“My unnie has always been the best, so I’m not saying anything!”

Dasol Yeo, who shot the humanoid monster’s forehead with two bursts at the top of the outpost, greeted them.

Next to them were Jo Jung-sik, who was observing the horizon with a telescope, and the mental-world hunters who crushed the monster with all kinds of lightning and magical powers.

Seol Jinwoon passed between them and checked the war situation.

“Chief Kim. Aren’t you being too pushy? I heard that you came to Manaban earlier… … .”

“Doo-cheol and that guy also got his hair cut off and he’s running on the field, but if I collapse because of a headache, will Cao survive!?”

The 43-year-old plump uncle, who had been running a business in France when he was young, waved his hands in the air with bloodshot eyes.

The fire that spread from the oil barrel climbed up the monster’s body like a snake. Then it went into the mouth and nose and roasted the brain.

“Look! I’m not scum yet!”

“… … Life is shortened, so take it easy. The nosebleed marks are still not dry.”

Jinwoon Seol smiled and looked at the horizon.

The red sunset was drawing a bloody hell map, but humans have not yet been broken.

“In 10 minutes, an American airstrike is coming! All we have to do is hold on! Let’s all do our best a little more!”

But.

After 10 minutes, the raid did not come.

It was the same two hours later.

Even when the red sunset sets and the dark night comes.

There was no raid.

* * *

Seven hours passed like that.

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