EP 37- North Top (8)
“Sir, I have received a close communication from the Minister of Land, Infrastructure and Transport. It seems to be a problem with the Gate Industrial Complex.”
“Why? You just need to build a magic stone refinery and a factory near the gate.”
“It was said that PMCs of large corporations were fighting for a spot in the Hunter’s office.”
“Call the guild leaders.”
* * *
The Seoul mayor’s job for the first time had its own setbacks, but it went smoothly.
Prime Minister Yoo Jae-kyung, who drank kimchi soup heavily, gave him authority, so he did not lack power, and rebuilding the organization from the ground up was something he had done during the portrait management department, so he was familiar with it.
The 1st Administrative Government Mayor, who was a high-ranking civil servant in Seoul City Hall and retired as a Blue House administrator, was replaced by Yang Pan-seok, and the 2nd Administrative mayor was joined by an elite from the Ministry of Land, Infrastructure and Transport, who was active in the Chungcheong-do reconstruction project and a person about the size of Prime Minister Yoo Jae-kyung’s left arm. did.
And the most reliable was the mayor of the Ministry of Government Administration. We had a person who was the inspector directly under the minister of the enormous portrait management department.
“Uh, reporter Gam.”
“Senator. Can I really do this?”
“What can’t be done?”
“But there is a custom, isn’t it? I heard that it was originally a seat for local government officials in political service… … .”
“Don’t you think we’ve come too far to follow custom?”
“I mean, I just did it.”
“Actually, there is a custom in the public service society because of the rice bowl. Don’t worry about territoriality, as the administrative and technical positions are matched.”
Political service was an occupation that required political judgment. Therefore, the deputy mayor of government was a deputy mayor who did politics.
If it was originally, the deputy mayor for government affairs would have been in the role of showing his face at annoying local events on behalf of the mayor, or secretly walking around a Korean restaurant to see the players with each other.
But I asked the reporter for a fairly unusual task.
“Can you take a look at overseas trends?”
“Are you abroad?”
“You know? The city… … .”
Since the catastrophe of the Korean Peninsula swept through Northeast Asia, the international situation in Northeast Asia has been walking on the edge of a knife.
With the collapse of Beijing and the death of the president, warlords armed with nuclear bombs were out of control, while the Moscow government was preparing for war against the Vladivostok military.
Although the Japanese civil war entered a lull due to the intervention of the international community, security still collapsed. The US is maintaining order by mobilizing some of the USFK along with USFK.
No one knows when or where it will explode.
The tension that the crisis of war was approaching.
And that tension continued for a long time.
“Now, people are starting to notice that. To be honest, I wish I could.”
“… … It’s too quiet.”
“It’s too quiet.”
It would have been convincing if something had happened, but there are some things that I don’t understand because it’s so quiet.
“I think something is going on under the water.”
“Write… … .”
“We cannot keep the peace in Northeast Asia, but at least we need to know what is happening, so why not take action?”
Fortunately, reporter Gam seemed to have something in mind.
He took off his glasses, put them on the desk, and laid his eyes on the sofa with his eyes closed for a moment.
“It was overly tense, though. Someone is slowly blowing the air out of the balloon.”
“Is it the CIA?”
“In my experience as a journalist, the CIA is the style of running away after making a shitpost. If a political leader suddenly does something crazy, or suddenly a protest or civil war breaks out, it is the CIA.”
It was the advice of a war correspondent with bones and flesh.
Reporter Gam continued speaking with a trembling expression.
“Rather, it is the style of the communist country to crack down on the snout. China or Russia. But Russia’s spy agency cannot function. Vladivostok is a warlord, Moscow is too far.”
“… … Are you from China?”
“Yes. I think the Chinese Ministry of National Security is controlling the situation behind the scenes.”
* * *
All those in power today were survivors. All of them are those who have overcome one great adversity. Those who were just lucky enough to endure have already been pushed out.
They could afford to face the second adversity. Despite the collapse of Beijing and the death of the President, China has managed to unite again.
The Ministry of National Security reassembled the country based on strong force, influence, and nationalist ideology. Although it was close to a coalition of warlords, it was still one.
The question was who was leading it.
“If you line up with the number of nuclear warheads, you will have to honor the award of the Strategic Firearms Army. But the president of the state must be a politician, not a soldier.”
“Remark?”
“Let’s not get bogged down in language. The president or the president is already in the past. comrade.”
“There is a difference in understanding that the Führer and the President of the Communist Party are disrespectful, but it is not entirely wrong.”
“I didn’t mean that, but I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“Everyone is carrying nuclear warheads, so Ye and Tao stand right there.”
“I think jokes have bones.”
“It’s not a country that normally goes this way. haha.”
They looked at each other, but at least they got along well. It was thanks to the Ministry of National Security’s self-proclaimed mediator.
China’s Ministry of State Security, infamous as a spy agency, cooperated in Li’s coup d’état, absorbed the superhuman forces, and won a power game against the Ministry of Public Security.
It was also the Ministry of National Security that took the lead in the annexation of Taiwan and suppressed all kinds of protests and unrest.
It was also the Ministry of National Security that dispatched a representative to the WPO to represent the national interest.
The Ministry of National Security boasted unparalleled power throughout the Ri Chung-bin regime. They had the most powerful hunters, and the Führer, whose support base was precarious, depended on the intelligence agency.
If the Ministry of National Security had jumped into the succession conflict, the odds would have been high.
But it was also clear that the warlords would not tolerate a ruler without an army. Because those in power without a foundation had to use fear as a weapon.
In the end, the Ministry of National Security chose to suit the needs of warlords who feared the reign of terror, rather than to obtain a divided country even at the cost of blood.
“Let’s be elected by a majority vote. Is there any other way?”
“Who is the candidate? Who are the voters?”
“It’s the people gathered here. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if we gave people the same voting rights as the number of nuclear warheads they have?”
Voting went smoothly.
The hardliners inside the CIA tried to intervene in the election, but the Ministry of National Security leaked it to South Korea, and when South Korea, worried about war, foamed at the opposition, the US president, who wanted to focus on domestic affairs, unlike his predecessor, cracked down on the CIA.
And although President Ri Choong-bin did not show the leadership of his ambition, he was not unprepared for the future either. The Führer has already left a successor to prepare for a power vacuum.
Northern Front Commander Zhaofeng.
He was on a mission to rescue China from chaos.
* * *
Winter was passing.
When the thick snow melted and became brown muddy water, the two hunters set foot in the north of the river through the cold north wind.
The monsters that had just crawled out of the nearby gate rushed at them, but they couldn’t even reach their toes. Hong Seon-ah and Seol Jin-woon were crossing Seoul like that.
“… … Gangbuk is worse than Gangnam.”
Seol Jinwoon looked around. A blue gate was immediately open in the sky, and broken cars and broken buildings blocked the surrounding terrain.
However, Seol Jinwoon did not look at the pile of collapsed buildings. He was looking at the bones scattered all over the place. There were powders that had been trampled and crushed countless times by the wandering monsters.
“It must be because the most dead in Gangbuk.”
“… … I remember. The Han River was the problem. Even with all kinds of escape plans, because of his Han River… … .”
At the time of the opening of the gate, the largest number of deaths occurred in Gangbuk. With the whole of Seoul caught up in the gate incident, the Han River completely isolated Gangbuk.
Of course, not everyone died instantly. Apartments and buildings prevented the attack of large monsters. Only small monsters can break into the building, and blocking the stairs made it relatively easy to secure safety.
So too many people survived.
That was the reason why Gangbuk became hell.
He was a real enemy. Humans consumed food, summoned monsters through thoughtless actions, and drove the community to collapse without overcoming their desires.
Seol Jinwoon’s survival period was not a monster, but a struggle with people. As a high school student, he had to commit murder while leading the Dongdaemun survival camp.
Over the course of several months, the citizens of Gangbuk turned into fatalities in the statistics. Of course, the statistics talked about Korea’s victory.
But for Seol Jin-woon, it was a year of hardship.
“I didn’t know spam was going to kill me.”
“Ah, that was a bit harsh. Did you hear a robber?”
“No, the smell of grilled spam was too sweet, so people argued for just one bite.”
“In the meantime, it’s crazy to eat spam by yourself.”
“I don’t know. Whether it was because the kid asked for it, or whether he wanted to brag, he never gave it out anyway, so I got angry and got into a fight, and then I fell and my head was broken.”
“Everything is going on.”
“I honestly wondered if it was a story from some kind of comedy program. But it doesn’t end there. I died because of you… … who died for… … But did those grown-ups say that in the end they ask me to judge? No, am I the judge?”
“under.”
Hong Seon-ah smiled and walked away. I didn’t even know what the verdict was. Now is the time to bury it in your heart.
A cold north wind was blowing through the forest of buildings. The dust that I do not know whether it is dust or something is waving. An echo is heard, whether it is the wind or a scream.
The place where the two hunters stopped was Dongdaemun.
“Are you here?”
“… … yes.”
It was a small high school. Seol Jin-woon was looking at the campus in confusion.
Hong Seon-ah looked around calmly.
“Why are you hiding here? There are many universities nearby.”
“All my friends were here.”
“Well. Then there is nothing you can do.”
She nodded lightly and patted Jinwoon’s shoulder. Seol Jinwoon still looked at the school with a bewildered expression.
There were traces of a pile of chairs and desks at the time of the school gate, but it had collapsed. The tent village in the gym was trampled on. Curtains and taped windows were broken.
Seol Jinwoon saw that and muttered.
“I would rather train people. How can you hide in such a foolish way?”
“I did well on my own, what?”
“no. I should have acted as if there were no people at all rather than clumsily at the school gate. Or I’d rather ride the mountain behind and go to the apartment… … .”
I endured each day with hope, but in the end, only regret remained.
The Dongdaemun camp collapsed after being swept away by the Uijeongbu incident after half a year of survival. All civilians were killed.
The only ones who managed to escape were those of the Dongdaemun faction.
This was the tomb of those whom Seol Jin-Woon did not protect. A tattered piece of school uniform was his friend, and this ruined place was his hometown.
But Seol Jinwoon did not cry. He didn’t knelt on the playground and wept, nor did he beat his chest and grab a piece of his friend’s clothes.
I just had to take in all the scenery.
“… … .”
He looked around the school for a while, then looked up at the sky, and looked around the school again. Then, at some point, as if the time had come, I turned around.
“I’m back.”
Hong Seon-ah, who had set fire to the monsters that were sneakily approaching, smiled playfully.
“Aren’t you crying?”
“Why are you crying?”
“If it were me, I would cry.”
“I’m not going to cry.”
Seol Jinwoon asked with a helpless smile.
“here… … Can you burn them all?”
“You won’t let other people even pay tribute?”
“Everyone else has been there before. It’s actually not that difficult. For people like us.”
“I’ll even make a memorial… … .”
“Can I leave the bodies of my friends unattended in order to set up a tombstone later? Rather, I came too late.”
“… … You are thinking deeply now.”
A blue flame rose from Hong Seon-ah’s hand. And it slowly spread and engulfed all sides.
Like a wave, slowly.
In the end, everything went back to ashes. And the ashes disappeared into the winter sky in the warm south wind.
Winter was passing.
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