Novel Rooftop Sword Master Chapter 40 English

"Soohyun-ah." “Tak… Se-young.” Se-young, who stood and looked down, and Su-hyeon, who was sitting down and looking up, met their gazes. 3 years ago. tuk tuk. Se-young was half unconscious, but her eyes were half-opened as a hand gently caressed her cheek. I saw someone's feet in front of me. "Lift your head up." A commanding voice was heard above his head. Se-young tried to lift her head, but her head trembled and squirmed a few times. "Damn it. Very. Hey! Turn this bastard over." When the answer was heard, Se-young's side was kicked and her body turned over. As he lifted his eyelids with a convulsive convulsion, he met Soohyun's expressionless, unpretentious eyes. Soo-hyun, who was looking at Se-young, turned to look at someone. "You've already given up on this. It's just the beginning, can you feel any pain with this? If you pass out, you won't feel anything if you step on it, right?" “Ah, I was so blunt, I’m sorry Su Hyun-ah.” Soo-hyun tapped Se-young's body with his foot. "Seyoung-ah." Seyoung blinked her eyes. "You know me?" “…Mo, I don’t know.” Se-young answered, barely squeezing it out. I knew who But we had never been in the same class or even talked to each other. So I had no choice but to answer that. "I do not know?" Soohyun squatted down. chin. Soo-hyeon, who grabbed Se-young's hair with a rough hand, said. "But why is it so long? Do you feel bad?" “Oh, no…my, when am I?” It really was. blocked the way? Why are you blocking the front of a guy you don't even know? "No? Were you stuck in the hallway last year?" 'last year?" Se-young was embarrassed and unfair, so tears that had already flowed for more than an hour began to well up again. The reason why I barely blocked my way. That it wasn't yesterday, not a week ago, it happened last year. how did you remember that After entering middle school, without knowing the reason or English for over a year, the real cause of suffering was only that. "Are you sad?" It wasn't the tone of asking a question. He said it like a self-talk. Soohyun let out a sigh as he said that. "I don't really have a clue. But you didn't reflect on it." Se-young's eyes passed Soo-hyun, and beyond that, she saw the children watching from behind. Kim Jun-hyuk, Jang Su-jeong, Kim Yu-jin, Lee Su-ho. Like Lee Soo-hyun, they are kids who have never been in the same class. Still, I knew the name. how do you not know The second year student council president, the vice student council president, and all the members are the ones who make it into the top 10 in the whole school. Even though it is not enough to say that they have a terrifying background, they are flawless criminals that the entire school knows. All the teachers in all grades praised them to dry their mouths. These are the children who received the Exemplary Youth Award and the Proud Youth Award. Even though they are middle school students, they have been shown in newspapers and news by winning the Civic Award for Bravery twice for saving children of their age by fighting a bully and saving an elderly woman who almost got into a car accident. 'But why are you?' Se-young couldn't understand. “Why do you keep making me grow even when given a chance?” chance? "If you followed the instructions carefully, this wouldn't have happened in over a year." "Because you don't listen straight away, you procrastinate on work that will be over soon, and in the end, we're both annoyed and tired, and it's hard on you too." Jun-hyeok behind Su-hyeon said with a chin to the group, but Se-young's gaze turned to the other side. To the place where Hee-Woon and Chang-Soo are in the same class. There were three people who bullied me throughout the year: Nam Hee-woon, Kim Chang-soo, and Jeong Da-hoon. Da-hoon Jeong, a classmate next to me, had to visit him every time the first period was over. The reason was different each time. I feel good. I feel bad. 'cause I'm sleeping 'Cause I can't sleep Or to wake up. because I'm full I'm hungry. because it's hot because it's cold by the palm it's raining Chang-soo, who speaks openly about being a gangster father, fights with these brats once a day. The place has always been a karaoke room. No matter how much you scream, no one reports or looks in. It's right for a senior in 3rd grade, a classmate in 2nd grade, and even a 1st grader. There was no way he could fight because he had never had a fight with anyone. If you get hit, you hit them for just being hit, if you block, they hit you for blocking, if you lose, they hit you for losing. The 1st graders, who are one grade lower, played with a sandbag, betting on who could get knocked out in one shot. The fact that he returned every day with his face exploded and his arm broken had been branded as the worst student in the school, let alone a fact-finding investigation. The decision was made as all the students knew it and the teachers knew it too. The worst was Nam Hee-Woon. Because he gave me missions from time to time. "Hey, where are you looking?" Soo-hyeon grabbed Se-young's bald head and shook it back and forth. "I get tired of picking it up in a month or two and change it. It's the same with toys, right?" Without any resistance, the body, which was sagging by holding her head, was swayed here and there by Suhyeon's hand. Se-young just looked at Soo-hyun with despairing eyes. "Why did you do that when you listened well? It was all coming to an end?" Soo-hyeon pulled Se-young's head back roughly as if she was about to break it. "Heewoon said he was only wearing panties when he entered music and art, but he didn't? Continue?" Tears streamed down her cheeks from Seyoung's eyes, with her head bent back. "Girls don't touch their breasts and buttocks, and don't say anything. They said they didn't even tell them to go back and forth in front of the alley when they took off their panties to eat? Why are you rebelling? Why?" Se-young looked at everything with swollen, bruised eyes. "Yeah. That's right." Soo-hyun nodded as if he had guessed the meaning of those eyes. "You should have listened to Heewoon the best. It's the punishment I gave you to reflect on yourself. Changsu and Dahoon are bored, so it's just a joke." ".Uhhhhhhhhh." Screams and weeping mixed together. If Hee-Woon had known the inside story of the things He had been tormenting, he would have done as he was told. "You keep doing that, so you have a back end that doesn't exist. Why did you do that? Why? I was trying to keep things cool when I graduate. Huh?" This thought occurred to me while my head was shaking. The answer came without hesitation. all of this, If I had known it was Lee Soo-hyun. If only I had known they were the kids standing there watching. Se-young thought it was all over. Even after being bullied for a year, I didn't have the courage to do it, but when I found out the truth about the bullying and the identity of the culprits, ironically, I felt like I could shake off what I feared the most. However… . "Tak Se-young. After not knowing the subject and not being able to get ahead?" "Kerhyuk!" Soo-hyeon smashed Se-young's head on the cement floor. "Why are you touching my friends' toys. Huh? Who does that? Heewoon warned us too? But you stole our toys and interfered with our play? You're a very justice knight. Are you crazy? Huh? What kind of bullshit? ? Talk to me." Soo-hyeon did not avoid Se-young's gaze. 'Fuck you bastard!' Soo-hyeon trembled at the disgusting appearance of herself trembling in front of Se-young. When I was chased, I suffered from extreme fear. However, as there was no other way or place to escape, when we met face-to-face right in front of him, he used a groan. "Kill-! Kill-! Kill it! You bastard!" “Yeah. I will.” Se-young immediately raised the knife over her head. Suhyeon shouted as she stared at her with her eyes stricken with evil. "If I die! Your Imonji and Komonji will die as well! You know?" Just a few steps away from the hotel's exterior wall. An American soldier holding a sound collector with both hands and a colleague with headphones on their heads were looking crouched forward. Then the soldier, who was holding the headphones with both hands and focused on the sound, hurriedly snapped his fingers in a row. Exactly! Exactly! Exactly! Exactly! The man who was watching the situation in front of the jeep across the road in front of the hotel checked the gesture and picked up the megaphone. He was the first Asian American to warn of surrender before engaging Se-young. He grabbed the megaphone in his hand and pressed the switch. -beep. A characteristic noise echoed when the speaker was turned on. It was impossible for a monotonous high-pitched sound to reach the ears of Se-young, who was facing the enemy, or Su-hyeon, whose life was changing. "Kill it? Kill it! You bastard! Kill it?" The moment when a strong force entered Se-young's hand holding Hilt raised above her head, -Mr. Tak. When the upright tip of the sword was shaking, it stood tall. The voice coming out of the megaphone's speaker was muffled but polite. - There was a problem with the safety of Mr. Tak's aunt, Go Hyun-jin, who lives in LA. The corner of Suhyeon's mouth, startled by the sudden megaphone sound, went up to one side. This is because the moment I heard the sound of the megaphone, I immediately had a sense of what was going on. 'Also, Dad. Whether it's the US or the US, money is a crawling bug.' The trembling body subsided, and with leisurely gestures, he relaxed his sitting position leaning against the wall and stood up. -Therefore, our government is concerned about the safety of Mr. Go Hyun-jin, an American citizen, and is protecting him by evacuating to a safe place with his family. Virginia Langley. "Very good. Very well done." Paul smiled contentedly as he listened to the brief progress report on the phone. He thought he was very lucky. It makes me wonder how exquisitely it happened as if I had waited so long. I didn't even think about the operation. The family-based approach is even mentioned in textbooks for nurturing young children. It is a widely known traditional simple manual, but it has the lowest probability of failure. -It is a report that I just received, and among the civilians who evacuated from the hotel, an agent from the presidential bodyguard of the Korean government and the granddaughter of the next president were identified. "Well?" The smile faded from Paul's face at the unexpected news. his face darkened. "Did you observe the operation they ordered?" -no. They are now requesting helicopters to get them out of the base safely. "Well.····." - Do you drag and hold time? After thinking for a while, Paul answered. "Let's not overdo it. The granddaughter of the new government president must be a burden. Besides, there are bodyguards belonging to the president, so it is difficult to give an excuse to be suspicious." -then, "Listen to their demands. Pick up the helicopter and get them to where you want them to go. - I will. After checking the watch during the call, Paul looked out the car window once and said. "I will arrive before the morning of that time at the latest. Until then, tell me what I said, and make sure to hold on to him." -Yes. All right. After hanging up on the phone, Paul did not try to calm his pounding heart. An Air Force Base, drenched in darkness, with only a few flickering lights, was drawing nearer. 'Mr. America wants you.' ah ah ah ah! A scream that broke the silence echoed outside the hotel. The American soldiers surrounded the hotel with a certain distance around the hotel, and they were silent even with the sudden scream. However, one of the officers, who would have heard the second scream, flinched and dropped the cigarette he was holding. Turn it off! Because the echoing scream wasn't just a scream. Some of the soldiers felt goosebumps on their skin. It was not a scream that would come under normal circumstances. It was a scream of terrible pain, something cruel had been done. It'll be over soon. Most of the Americans who surrounded the hotel thought so. It was because he had an intuition that the owner of the scream wouldn't last long as the scream turned into a shriek enough to tear. But their expectations were wrong. I thought it was over when the terrible screams stopped and there was no more sound. However, the Se-young they had been waiting for did not come from either side of the hotel. And after a while, the Americans were stunned. After a while, the scream rang out again. The screams ceased within a few minutes, and the surroundings of the hotel were enveloped in silence again. But after a while, the screams rang out again. A scream that can only last five minutes, but a cry that makes your whole body tremble when you hear it. Officers and soldiers, who smoked cigarettes or chewed snack bars, held their breath at some point. There was no more screaming when it was so quiet that even a single needle could be heard. Then the soldier, who was still concentrating on the sound with the headphones on, flinched. The soldier who took off his headphones tapped his comrade on the shoulder and hurriedly ran as he saw. "What happened? Did you not hear anything? Why isn't he coming?" The soldier shook his head at the commander's words. "It's not over yet." "Isn't it over? Can't you hear the screams anymore?" The soldier answered with a firm expression. "I hear a different sound." "what?" "Sobbing. The hostage seems to be crying." "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." It's hard to tell whether the wheezing sound is a sound of breathing, crying, or a scream that comes out of lack of strength. 'I'll do all three.' The answer is easy to find. not by experience. Se-young wiped the blood splattering and running down her eyes with the back of her hand. It was an evening when the sun was setting. However, the red sunset that came in through the window entered the room and collapsed. It was because the red, bloody, bloody flood filled the room. There is hardened blood on the floor and thick blood that has not yet solidified on it, and the blood that has splattered all the way to the bed, walls and ceiling is red. Even if he died, he should have already died. Because a lot of blood was drained from the body. But he knew how to hold his breath. Because the knowledge of the other world in my head was not only bright. Rather, there were many times more dark, cruel and eerie things. So even when the right arm and leg were amputated, the bleeding was stopped immediately. Even when I pulled out my left arm, I was able to feel the pain and not pass out. "Soohyun-ah." "...creek...creek...heh heh..." Su-hyeon, who was lying face down on the floor, had tears running down her cheeks as the raw flesh in her eyes had been torn from pain over and over again. "Why did you do that. I was going to finish it early." Soo-hyeon barely moved her eyes and looked at Se-young. Su-hyeon, who had been screaming and crying, had neither fear nor reflection in the eyes that she regained in the situation where she had her last breath. Eyes full of poison and hatred supported by evil. "Yeah. I thought you'd do it to the end." Se-young's sword descended at an angle and touched Soo-hyun's neck. "So I'm going to give you a special ending. A very long, long last." Soo-hyeon looked at Se-young as if to kill him. Come on, stab me with that knife and finish it, it seems. But Se-young didn't poke. Rather, he loosened his strength from the hand holding the hilt. tooth profit. All of a sudden, the steam of Heoyeon rose from the munchle blade, and the entire blade of the fighting sword became red like a furnace. Soo-hyeon squealed and looked at her body, rolling her eyes without realizing it to the burning smell and hot heat. The torn eyes were more torn and raised. The flames that spread throughout his body had already charred his clothes and were burning along with his skin. And in the blink of an eye, the flames finally swept over my face. 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