Not a good plan (1)
After having a private meeting with the governor.
I was guided by an official and walked into a simple one-story brick house next to the official residence.
There are four quarters in total, one each used by the B-7 and raid 1 squadrons, and the other two belonged to the HT retinue.
Inside, there is a blue carpet on the hardwood floor, a fireplace, and a leopard-patterned sofa, giving off a Russian-style feel.
The children, including Lim Seol-ha and Park Geon-yeong, seemed to have crawled outside, and there was nothing to look at.
After enduring the mild cold and packing up the luggage, he briskly moves his feet to find out where the party is.
It’s the center of town, so there won’t be any major conflicts, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be problems.
“I was going to the Interpreter Love Hall.”
“Did you have any other companions?”
“Ah, B-7 went too.”
Should I consider myself lucky?
In the direction the equipment managers pointed their fingers at, there was a familiar building.
The town hall, located on the other side of the main road and to the right of the official residence, was built for heroes to discuss the details of their operation.
However, if drinking excessively during that time was a problem, it was a problem.
just as expected.
As we cross the street, a person rolls out of the door with the sound of something tipping over.
The fact that the back of my head hit the floor first was probably not due to my will.
“Two! Damn this… … .”
“… Get your weapon.”
The man with a shaggy beard gets up quickly, even though his face is flushed red from drunkenness, and the woman who follows throws the hilt in front of him.
It seemed that she had been making modifications to make her look pretty.
Considering the characteristics of the neighborhood, it would have hit the butt.
So, there is no meddling.
It was also because there was nothing good about interfering in a fight, and it was also because of the conviction that the outcome had already been decided.
Tick-tick sparks rise from the blade of the sword, and the soil is overturned by the grip of the adversary, and piles of dirt rise.
At least 4th grade if you look at the bonding, compression, and strengthening work.
Like a circus troupe, it was full of energy to deal with men who set their knives on fire.
“Fuck… big!”
Soon, the light quarrel ends with one of the two being pierced by sand and sand, and I approach the door with a personal appreciation.
The stabbed place is only the size of a finger, while the hole in the back is as wide as the stomach, indicating that rotational force has been added.
It was right to judge it as a 3rd grade if it was that much that it was thrown as a single shot without any special order.
“You’d better go in quickly.”
“… … .”
Then, suddenly, the woman’s clear voice comes over the back of my ear.
When I belatedly turned my head and met her gaze, I saw fair skin and half-blonde hair.
It’s a face I’ve never met in my previous life.
“I don’t know how well I did in your country, but here I am just a nerdy stranger. It’s good to brush it off.”
In addition, considering that he has such a wide range, I wonder if he is a federal hero with a clear identity, that is, officially registered.
“Are you serious?”
“no. Not yet.”
“… … .”
“… Don’t expect to see blood. Everyone is in a sensitive situation, so let’s end it in a way that only scares people.”
“I’ll be fine stepping back.”
“… … .”
“Anyway, I get it.”
The conversations that came and went in succession contained several meanings.
Things haven’t gotten to their worst ‘yet’, and the bar… No, to the point that the people with special abilities inside the hall are sensitive.
It was inevitable as the restoration operation using the train failed.
rattle.
As soon as the door is opened, her warning becomes reality.
In the midst of the bustle of drunkards, the interior is shaded lightly by relying only on the sunlight leaking through the windows.
The surrounding environment is only wood.
The bartender’s table and several other tables, the floor, walls, and ceiling all smelt of oak. The passing drinks, vomit, and human stench mixed together to create a terrible scene.
And the Koreans who sit around the corner seats and square tables are in a lot of trouble.
It did not mean an incident such as assault or injury.
There is only one interpreter from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but four people are talking. Even that was being worked on, so there was no spectacle.
“Because I am Mongolian too. How old are you? huh? How old are you? Age, you maengchu. I don’t know the language, so I’ll eat it, won.”
Toya was talking in ‘Russian’, saying that he was a person from the same country, and a swindler with a jewel placed in front of Park Gun-young.
Go Won-cheol, the B-7’s station master, tried to exchange dollars for local currency, and Lee Eun-joo, the one-hander, allowed me to tinker with the mechanical aids that supported my spine.
It was like a rabbit entering the habitat of wild beasts.
I let go of the thought that I would give a warning right away, that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs personnel (monitors) would stick around.
Therefore, I immediately approach Toya and thrust my fist into it.
yes.
It sounds like you hit one.
Soon, the right hand used the other’s cheek as a stepping stone and bounced the body, and the attention in the hall was rushed for an instant.
If dry eyes flew in from the bar table in the center, the majority of people in the corner of the periphery sent a mixture of hostility.
“Yo, Yongsu. hit a person I hit a good person.”
“I am not a good person.”
“… no?”
“Пошёл ты (Go away).”
Immediately after answering Toya’s question in Russian.
Those who used to make alterations took a few steps back, but instead of sitting down, they took the time to catch their eyes.
As others have said, if you look funny, you will be eaten, and if you want to look not funny, you have to show off your presence.
＜All good. everything is good… Why do those bastards seem to be looking at me carefully?＞
Because parrots are expensive.
I swallowed my own words.
＜Bad baby. naughty bastard. Knowing that you can hear what’s inside… … .＞
But anyway, I succeeded in drawing an invisible boundary before long, and silently brought a chair from the next table and settled down.
After that, it’s time to inform the party of precautions.
It’s troublesome to explain and convince them one by one, but… … . It’s a B-7 and I couldn’t help but say that it looks like the kids who were put out on the water in the raid 1 raid.
The first is from Toya.
“That bastard is not Mongolian. Not even a good person.”
“Why not? It was called Mongolia.”
“They said they were Mongolian because they look good to eat peeled off.”
“… Apparently-”
“That’s because it’s from the Republic of Buryatia.”
“Buryat?”
“Russian Autonomous Oblast. It is attached to the north of Mongolia. do not know? Mongolian Russians will live quite a bit.”
“Oh, Buryatia.”
It was only then that I thought of it, and the exclamation burst out.
The afterword concludes succinctly.
“Think common sense. Because of the breeding grounds in the southern part of Lake Baikal, it is impossible to move between Mongolia and Russia. How did you get here? Even if you cross the Chinese border, it is difficult to move without an agreement between countries due to the Management of People with Special Ability Act.”
“… Yes.”
“What’s more, all those people are tramps. If you had followed without knowing why, you would have sold it to the National Guard Headquarters for money.”
Then Park Geon-young, Go Won-cheol, and Yeon-geo-fu Lee Eun-joo. It reminds both children and adults of the harsh reality.
He said he did a hoot.
“In this town, the word deal is the same as swindling. Right now, Lee Eun-joo… Look at Eun-joo’s mechanism. Why would you approach me?”
“… Because you have a pretty face?”
I ignored the natural jokes of tanker Yoon Mi-kyung.
“Because it is expensive. Selling fake jewelry, trading in dollars and counterfeit money, and getting quotes before stealing machine parts all pay off in the end.”
However, perhaps they had their own excuses, Im Seol-ha hesitated and tried to justify them.
“I didn’t mean to act wild. I came here because I wanted to see some local information or atmosphere… I didn’t know it would turn out like this… … .”
“It’s worse if you don’t know. No, I shouldn’t have moved because I didn’t know in the first place. You didn’t come here to play.”
Was it because the person who was purely listening was making noise, or was it because he or the people around him who were watching interestingly were annoyed?
There is a new cold energy in his voice that I do not know.
“And information gathering? This is not Korea. No one is kind enough to explain the situation to strangers.”
“We didn’t know that either. sorry.”
“… … .”
After that, I tried to continue to point out non-intelligence for some time, but I was at a loss for words because Kim Sang-hoon, the head of the engineering department, apologized as a representative.
“… In any case, be careful for now. Since you showed a foolish response, whether it’s on the battlefield or in the village, there will be an uproar.”
In response, I chose to deliver only a soft warning.
As the guys who were cheating earlier exchanged glances, there was a good chance that trouble would arise at any time.
15 minutes after that.
As the momentarily swollen heart subsides, reason points out that he has spent his energy on useless things.
In hindsight, it seems that the lack of information was hard on the inside.
This year, my physical age is 16, and my height has grown close to that of an adult, but the current time zone is inconsistent with the time when I had various experiences in Russia.
If it was a previous life, now is the time when I was just preparing to escape from prison.
Naturally, there are too many unknowns.
What kind of transactions did the Korean government have with the Primorye provincial government or the central government?
Why did a country where 3rd and 4th grade heroes get kicked called me for 5th grade?
For some reason, the governor came out to meet alone, the exact strength of the allies and the size of the enemy, and so on.
There was no one to answer countless questions, so I tried to be careful about my behavior until I drew up a clear road map.
However, the incident has already happened, so everyone in the party (except for Choo Seong-han) only looks at me.
Just in time, inside the hall divided into strangers and locals. With the sound of a door falling apart, key figures rush in.
I could tell from the bloodstains on weapons and equipment, the spirit of a high-ranking person, and the way they talked about the failure of the previous operation.
Before that, it was big that everyone knew the face.
Ia Rozekova, a melee man who uses six swords.
Disruption Mage, Greta Andreev.
A one-dealer who digs deep into [Corruption], Zakir Corovin.
Boris Azarov, a tank famous for his special ability [Self-strengthening].
Rostislav Basin, who has mastered skeletal magic.
Among them, only one was Greta Andreev, a schizophrenic sorceress who had her head cut with my own hand, and who fit the stereotypical western beauty.
“Ooh, this is interesting.”
Suddenly, the top-notch raiding party went straight to the table, ignoring the group of Asians. A skinny old man approaches and mutters to himself.
A shaman with a face full of wrinkles, a bent waist, and a crude cloak.
It was Rostislav Basin.