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“… Whoops, whoops, whoops, huh?”

A woman with a gagged mouth shed tears with a face soaked in fear.

The woman with her hands and feet tied was the uniform of the 119 rescue team, and the name <Chae Myung-ji> was clearly visible on her nameplate.

A black shadow fell on his knees.

“Uh-huh? Whoa! Whoa?”

The gagged woman shook her head and struggled desperately.

The black shadow that invaded the knees soon came up to the waist, stomach and chest.

Then, the black shadow’s end took on the shape of a human head.

And the shadow soon ran up the woman’s neck and overlapped with her face.

The woman opened her eyes and raised her eyes.

“Ugh-!”

stand up.

Degur.

The gagged, muffled screams ceased, and silence came.

But soon another fearful voice took its place.

“Uh…?”

The shadow, moving away from the chair gushing blood in all directions, turned towards the dark right corner.

The blackened feet stepped on the floor and passed, leaving footprints soaked in deep red blood.

“Mi, I’m sorry. I was wrong! That, yes! You shut your mouth for money! But me, I was threatened too!”

The man who emerged from the darkness was dressed as a 119 emergency responder, just like the woman tied to a chair.

“Please, save me! I’ll go to the police station and confess everything! I’ll tell you the truth! Please! Please!”

A shadow climbed up the man’s lap.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Oh My God?”

The Americans, who entered the hotel room for field inspections and evidence recording, were astonished when they saw the interior.

How the heck can I make the ceiling, the floor, the walls, and everything else be covered with blood?

“Wow!”

“Wow?”

“Dan! Michael!”

The two soldiers with a weak stomach groaned and ran outside.

And the time difference confirmed the brutality of the scene, and the rest of the soldiers realized that it was not a sight to be dismissed simply as a problem of arrogance.

It was enough to give a visual shock to them, who had never even experienced actual combat, just to see their cut and torn limbs lying around.

Besides,

“Ugh?”

“…God damn it!”

Looking at the charred corpse, I couldn’t come out without cursing.

‘Crazy!’

‘That strong psychopath must be!’

Thinking of the big Asian man who had just left the hotel, they couldn’t believe that the Asian was sane.

I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was thinking of taking a guy like that crawling from the top.

Then someone let out a shrill scream.

“Ugh!?”

“what’s the matter?”

A colleague who screamed in surprise trembled and followed the pointing finger.

“…Sa, are you alive?”

“Damn! Aren’t you dead yet?”

Everyone who looked at the burning corpse put on a look of disbelief.

It was because the ‘it’, which was still burning and turned black like charcoal, was wriggling very minutely and intermittently.

“After death…convulsions, what is it?”

“Damn, what is that?”

“Why, the body convulsions even after death.”

“Do you know Nanda?”

“What should I do? Should I contact the medical team?”

“Hey! Goinz! Calm down! What is the medical team? Does that look like it’s going to be revived?”

“Then what do you do?”

Not everyone could answer the question of the soldier named Goinz immediately, but they mumbled and spit out swear words at the opponent they didn’t know who they were.

“Let’s just leave it alone.”

“Just like this?”

“Once you clean up the site and clean it up, the post-mortem convulsions you mentioned will stop.”

“Yeah. That’s right. Maybe that’s alive? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Me too, Chansung! I don’t want to touch a wriggling corpse. The fire seems to go out soon?”

Colleagues quarreled, turned away from the burning corpse and scattered.

Eugene did not feel particularly comfortable, but he was in a place like a dormitory decorated with a clean and tidy interior typical of the military.

‘Mr. There are people who want to see Mr. Tak in their home country. I’m on my way to see Mr. Tak.’

When I left the hotel, the Americans didn’t stop Se-yeong or point their guns at them.

Rather, an Asian American soldier, who was fluent in Korean enough to think he was Korean, approached me and even made a suspicious proposal.

‘He is the one who prevented the tragedy that Mr. Tak’s aunt, Mr. Go Hyun-jin, was almost kidnapped.’

In the end, I stopped walking on that word.

He smiled brightly as if he knew it, and immediately commanded the jeep in front of Se-young.

And he considered Se-young, who had come all the way to the center of the base, to rest here.

After a while, the cook brought a lot of food.

Bread, soup, thick steak, drinks, and even alcohol.

“Mr. Tak. It has to be my job for him to arrive from the mainland. I hope you can sleep well here and relieve your fatigue.”

He and the soldiers standing behind him were so polite that Se-young felt burdened.

“First, take a break after eating. If you’re bored, you can go outside and take a look around the base.”

I thought it was surprising.

After they left, they looked for signs, but there were no guards outside the door.

Se-young, who was looking at the food on the plate, scooped out a spoonful or two, and then gradually moved faster with her hands.

Even a superman is hungry.

And for Se-young, it was only two meals a day.

“Mr. Tak. Nice to meet you.”

Se-young shook hands with the blonde man who identified himself as Paul Matisse.

I thought he could speak Korean well because he was fluent in greeting, but except for one word, a polite Asian man took the place of the interpreter.

“Mr. Tak. America is to you…,”

Se-young raised her hand to stop the interpreter who had been listening to Paul for a long time.

“It’s simple.”

The shuddering interpreter looked at Se-young with a puzzled expression, then sighed and told Paul.

Paul didn’t lose his laid-back smile the whole time.

‘You’re tough. He is 18 years old, and his face and voice are very heavy. That’s right, the fact that you’re 18 doesn’t change.’

He nodded his head at the interpreter’s words and looked at Se-young with full of affection that his eyes could not be more than this while speaking to the interpreter.

‘Yes, there is no need to overdo it from the beginning. Let’s go slow. slowly. friend.’

Looking at Se-young’s expressionless face, Paul strengthened his resolve behind a smile.

The interpreter, who heard Paul’s words, spoke.

“Mr. Tak. It’s simple. ‘Give And Take’ is what America wants from Mr. Tak.”

Seyoung frowned.

Then, unlike before, when Paul spoke, the interpreter gave simultaneous interpretation with a slight delay, and the conversation changed.

“This is a strictly controlled US military district, but it didn’t interfere with Mr. Tak’s work. Rather, he helped. Of course there were some clashes in the beginning, but the damage was more on our side.”

Se-young recalled the situation where the Americans were virtually guiding the way to find the hotel where Lee Soo-hyun was staying.

“And the US government and I have prevented the South Korean government from kidnapping Mr. Tak’s aunt, Go Hyun-jin, and we are keeping it safe. Oh, of course, she and her family are citizens of the United States, so it’s a natural step.”

“The Korean government?”

In an instant, Se-young’s expression turned cold.

Paul spoke quickly at the interpreter’s words, followed by the interpreter tossing right away.

“Although they belonged to the Korean embassy, ​​that was undercover, and in our data, they were agents of the Korean government. I suspect they belonged to one of several subdivisions of Gukwon.”

Paul’s long talk continued.

It was a car that I thought from the beginning as one of the good excuses to separate Se-young from Korea, so when Se-young asked the question first, he sang delightfully and naturally focused on the topic.

“So our government will continue to take responsibility for the safety of Mr Tak’s aunt and her family from now on…”

“once.”

“Yes?”

Paul and the interpreter looked puzzled at the same time.

“I will grant you one request for guiding me to the hotel without disturbing me.”

Paul expressed his displeasure.

“Mr. Tak. Rather than that, we are Mr. Tak’s aunt…”

“You’ll have to take good care of it.”

” Yes?”

“If something happens to my aunt, I will hold her accountable.”

For a moment, the interpreter could not speak to Paul and was perplexed.

“I interpret. If there’s a single wound, I’ll go to the United States and hold him accountable,” he said.

“Mr. Tak. That…?”

“Of course, we can settle our anger elsewhere before that. Besides Korea, Okinawa and Hawaii are also close.”

Unlike the interpreter whose complexion had died, Paul, who did not know what conversation was going on, still looked at the three young men and the interpreter with a smile that did not lose their leisure and freshness.

“You bastards! You’re totally on your own! Is this centipede country?”

A day passed, and even though the day was bright and Jamming, who was still incapable of talking, was not resolved, a detective called out a swear word.

Because of the obvious jamming done by the US military, nothing was going on with the cell phone and the walkie-talkie.

As a result, even the police who were on the scene all night were inconvenient to the point of swearing.

If there was one thing fortunately, it was that the media, public opinion, and the US military in Korea were busy blaming the jamming phenomenon that continued without notice or understanding for as long as 24 hours.

For that reason, the terrestrial news broadcasts talked about this as important throughout the news hours as if they had been waiting for it, and the Internet also had an atmosphere where Tak Se-young’s intrusion into the Yongsan U.S. military base and the race in front of City Hall were somewhat buried.

‘Let’s go on quietly for one more day like this. Just one more day If you have an accident or whatever, just stay in it for one more day!’

Choi Kwang-soo prayed as if memorizing a mantra.

He stayed up all night, and his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he had a meal with his colleagues in the car with a convenience store lunch box.

‘Aren’t these bastards supposed to blink, yes or no, when someone talks to them?’

Even when people asked me, I was completely absorbed and looking at the distant mountains from my posture, I couldn’t help but get angry.

At least Lee Jo-yang, who seemed to be crushed just by looking at her eyes, was not present at the scene, so I was able to breathe.

Joyang Lee of the new group, who had been screaming and screaming endlessly until dawn, with a pale complexion, endured with a pale complexion and, thinking what was going on, escaped the scene.

At first he didn’t know either.

Why is Jo Yang doing this?

It was only later that he found out that his son Suhyeon Lee and the son of the Shinjin Foundation, Suho Lee, were inside the US base.

‘Will it be okay?’

It was a common sense question that made no sense, but it was a problem because that common sense had already been broken.

Because Tak Se-young was a monster that neither police commandos nor snipers could use.

Having entered that great USFK unit, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to handle the army alone.

I came to that conclusion in my head.

But on the other hand, the thought that maybe Lee Jo-yang’s son might have died kept raising his head.

The answer must be held by the U.S. military, but it was only frustrating because there was no answer.

“manager!”

“Why are you coming back?”

It was Detective Kang who said that they would take a shift as soon as they had breakfast and went to each other under the jurisdiction.

Detective Kang, who ran with a breath, said with a firm face.

“The police, who arrived in Noryangjin after receiving a report, found two bodies with their heads cut off.”

“Tak Se-young seems to have gotten out of here.”

Choi Kwang-soo let out a moan.

 
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Novel Rooftop Sword Master Chapter 42 English

Novel Rooftop Sword Master Chapter 42 English

"... Whoops, whoops, whoops, huh?" A woman with a gagged mouth shed tears with a face soaked in fear. The woman with her hands and feet tied was the uniform of the 119 rescue team, and the name <Chae Myung-ji> was clearly visible on her nameplate. A black shadow fell on his knees. "Uh-huh? Whoa! Whoa?" The gagged woman shook her head and struggled desperately. The black shadow that invaded the knees soon came up to the waist, stomach and chest. Then, the black shadow's end took on the shape of a human head. And the shadow soon ran up the woman's neck and overlapped with her face. The woman opened her eyes and raised her eyes. "Ugh-!" stand up. Degur. The gagged, muffled screams ceased, and silence came. But soon another fearful voice took its place. "Uh...?" The shadow, moving away from the chair gushing blood in all directions, turned towards the dark right corner. The blackened feet stepped on the floor and passed, leaving footprints soaked in deep red blood. "Mi, I'm sorry. I was wrong! That, yes! You shut your mouth for money! But me, I was threatened too!" The man who emerged from the darkness was dressed as a 119 emergency responder, just like the woman tied to a chair. "Please, save me! I'll go to the police station and confess everything! I'll tell you the truth! Please! Please!" A shadow climbed up the man's lap. "Ahhhhhh!" "Oh My God?" The Americans, who entered the hotel room for field inspections and evidence recording, were astonished when they saw the interior. How the heck can I make the ceiling, the floor, the walls, and everything else be covered with blood? "Wow!" "Wow?" "Dan! Michael!" The two soldiers with a weak stomach groaned and ran outside. And the time difference confirmed the brutality of the scene, and the rest of the soldiers realized that it was not a sight to be dismissed simply as a problem of arrogance. It was enough to give a visual shock to them, who had never even experienced actual combat, just to see their cut and torn limbs lying around. Besides, "Ugh?" "...God damn it!" Looking at the charred corpse, I couldn't come out without cursing. 'Crazy!' 'That strong psychopath must be!' Thinking of the big Asian man who had just left the hotel, they couldn't believe that the Asian was sane. I couldn't figure out what the hell he was thinking of taking a guy like that crawling from the top. Then someone let out a shrill scream. "Ugh!?" "what's the matter?" A colleague who screamed in surprise trembled and followed the pointing finger. “…Sa, are you alive?” "Damn! Aren't you dead yet?" Everyone who looked at the burning corpse put on a look of disbelief. It was because the 'it', which was still burning and turned black like charcoal, was wriggling very minutely and intermittently. "After death...convulsions, what is it?" "Damn, what is that?" "Why, the body convulsions even after death." "Do you know Nanda?" "What should I do? Should I contact the medical team?" "Hey! Goinz! Calm down! What is the medical team? Does that look like it's going to be revived?" "Then what do you do?" Not everyone could answer the question of the soldier named Goinz immediately, but they mumbled and spit out swear words at the opponent they didn't know who they were. "Let's just leave it alone." “Just like this?” "Once you clean up the site and clean it up, the post-mortem convulsions you mentioned will stop." "Yeah. That's right. Maybe that's alive? It doesn't make sense." "Me too, Chansung! I don't want to touch a wriggling corpse. The fire seems to go out soon?" Colleagues quarreled, turned away from the burning corpse and scattered. Eugene did not feel particularly comfortable, but he was in a place like a dormitory decorated with a clean and tidy interior typical of the military. 'Mr. There are people who want to see Mr. Tak in their home country. I'm on my way to see Mr. Tak.' When I left the hotel, the Americans didn't stop Se-yeong or point their guns at them. Rather, an Asian American soldier, who was fluent in Korean enough to think he was Korean, approached me and even made a suspicious proposal. 'He is the one who prevented the tragedy that Mr. Tak's aunt, Mr. Go Hyun-jin, was almost kidnapped.' In the end, I stopped walking on that word. He smiled brightly as if he knew it, and immediately commanded the jeep in front of Se-young. And he considered Se-young, who had come all the way to the center of the base, to rest here. After a while, the cook brought a lot of food. Bread, soup, thick steak, drinks, and even alcohol. "Mr. Tak. It has to be my job for him to arrive from the mainland. I hope you can sleep well here and relieve your fatigue." He and the soldiers standing behind him were so polite that Se-young felt burdened. "First, take a break after eating. If you're bored, you can go outside and take a look around the base." I thought it was surprising. After they left, they looked for signs, but there were no guards outside the door. Se-young, who was looking at the food on the plate, scooped out a spoonful or two, and then gradually moved faster with her hands. Even a superman is hungry. And for Se-young, it was only two meals a day. "Mr. Tak. Nice to meet you." Se-young shook hands with the blonde man who identified himself as Paul Matisse. I thought he could speak Korean well because he was fluent in greeting, but except for one word, a polite Asian man took the place of the interpreter. "Mr. Tak. America is to you...," Se-young raised her hand to stop the interpreter who had been listening to Paul for a long time. "It's simple." The shuddering interpreter looked at Se-young with a puzzled expression, then sighed and told Paul. Paul didn't lose his laid-back smile the whole time. 'You're tough. He is 18 years old, and his face and voice are very heavy. That's right, the fact that you're 18 doesn't change.' He nodded his head at the interpreter's words and looked at Se-young with full of affection that his eyes could not be more than this while speaking to the interpreter. 'Yes, there is no need to overdo it from the beginning. Let's go slow. slowly. friend.' Looking at Se-young's expressionless face, Paul strengthened his resolve behind a smile. The interpreter, who heard Paul's words, spoke. "Mr. Tak. It's simple. 'Give And Take' is what America wants from Mr. Tak." Seyoung frowned. Then, unlike before, when Paul spoke, the interpreter gave simultaneous interpretation with a slight delay, and the conversation changed. "This is a strictly controlled US military district, but it didn't interfere with Mr. Tak's work. Rather, he helped. Of course there were some clashes in the beginning, but the damage was more on our side." Se-young recalled the situation where the Americans were virtually guiding the way to find the hotel where Lee Soo-hyun was staying. "And the US government and I have prevented the South Korean government from kidnapping Mr. Tak's aunt, Go Hyun-jin, and we are keeping it safe. Oh, of course, she and her family are citizens of the United States, so it's a natural step." "The Korean government?" In an instant, Se-young's expression turned cold. Paul spoke quickly at the interpreter's words, followed by the interpreter tossing right away. "Although they belonged to the Korean embassy, ​​that was undercover, and in our data, they were agents of the Korean government. I suspect they belonged to one of several subdivisions of Gukwon." Paul's long talk continued. It was a car that I thought from the beginning as one of the good excuses to separate Se-young from Korea, so when Se-young asked the question first, he sang delightfully and naturally focused on the topic. "So our government will continue to take responsibility for the safety of Mr Tak's aunt and her family from now on..." "once." "Yes?" Paul and the interpreter looked puzzled at the same time. "I will grant you one request for guiding me to the hotel without disturbing me." Paul expressed his displeasure. "Mr. Tak. Rather than that, we are Mr. Tak's aunt..." "You'll have to take good care of it." " Yes?" “If something happens to my aunt, I will hold her accountable.” For a moment, the interpreter could not speak to Paul and was perplexed. "I interpret. If there's a single wound, I'll go to the United States and hold him accountable," he said. “Mr. Tak. That…?” "Of course, we can settle our anger elsewhere before that. Besides Korea, Okinawa and Hawaii are also close." Unlike the interpreter whose complexion had died, Paul, who did not know what conversation was going on, still looked at the three young men and the interpreter with a smile that did not lose their leisure and freshness. "You bastards! You're totally on your own! Is this centipede country?" A day passed, and even though the day was bright and Jamming, who was still incapable of talking, was not resolved, a detective called out a swear word. Because of the obvious jamming done by the US military, nothing was going on with the cell phone and the walkie-talkie. As a result, even the police who were on the scene all night were inconvenient to the point of swearing. If there was one thing fortunately, it was that the media, public opinion, and the US military in Korea were busy blaming the jamming phenomenon that continued without notice or understanding for as long as 24 hours. For that reason, the terrestrial news broadcasts talked about this as important throughout the news hours as if they had been waiting for it, and the Internet also had an atmosphere where Tak Se-young's intrusion into the Yongsan U.S. military base and the race in front of City Hall were somewhat buried. 'Let's go on quietly for one more day like this. Just one more day If you have an accident or whatever, just stay in it for one more day!' Choi Kwang-soo prayed as if memorizing a mantra. He stayed up all night, and his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he had a meal with his colleagues in the car with a convenience store lunch box. 'Aren't these bastards supposed to blink, yes or no, when someone talks to them?' Even when people asked me, I was completely absorbed and looking at the distant mountains from my posture, I couldn't help but get angry. At least Lee Jo-yang, who seemed to be crushed just by looking at her eyes, was not present at the scene, so I was able to breathe. Joyang Lee of the new group, who had been screaming and screaming endlessly until dawn, with a pale complexion, endured with a pale complexion and, thinking what was going on, escaped the scene. At first he didn't know either. Why is Jo Yang doing this? It was only later that he found out that his son Suhyeon Lee and the son of the Shinjin Foundation, Suho Lee, were inside the US base. 'Will it be okay?' It was a common sense question that made no sense, but it was a problem because that common sense had already been broken. Because Tak Se-young was a monster that neither police commandos nor snipers could use. Having entered that great USFK unit, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to handle the army alone. I came to that conclusion in my head. But on the other hand, the thought that maybe Lee Jo-yang's son might have died kept raising his head. The answer must be held by the U.S. military, but it was only frustrating because there was no answer. "manager!" "Why are you coming back?" It was Detective Kang who said that they would take a shift as soon as they had breakfast and went to each other under the jurisdiction. Detective Kang, who ran with a breath, said with a firm face. "The police, who arrived in Noryangjin after receiving a report, found two bodies with their heads cut off." "Tak Se-young seems to have gotten out of here." Choi Kwang-soo let out a moan.   < p style="text-align: center;" >< strong >< a href="https://daotranslate.us/novel-rooftop-sword-master-chapter-41-english/" ><<< Prev< /a > | < a href="https://daotranslate.us/rooftop-sword-master/" >Chapter Index < /a >< /strong >< strong >|< /strong > < a href="https://daotranslate.us/novel-rooftop-sword-master-chapter-43-english/" >< strong >Next >>>< /strong >< /a >< /p >

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