“Chief. This official notice has arrived.”
“Well?”
Kim Jung-hak, head of WHB’s press, confirmed the sender of the received official document, and his expression hardened.
‘Blue house.’
It’s been half my life since I’ve been in the media, but it’s not a jjambab in the blink of an eye when my grandparents come to the Blue House instead of the Blue House.
The problem was that the timing wasn’t right.
In particular, in a situation such as a war, it was even more difficult to take things that were related to the government.
Kim Jung-hak’s expression worsened when he saw the list of recipients indicated in the official document.
“As you can see, this is an official message sent to all five terrestrial broadcasters at once.”
The contents of the announcement were eye-opening.
The content was that the new president would personally come forward and persuade Tak Se-young to stop the destruction and terrorism, and negotiate the current situation in some way.
Against that Tak Se-young.
‘No matter how you look at it, it’s a plate-breaking atmosphere, but this… ?’
It’s special, but it’s disgusting. No, it wasn’t embarrassing, just looking at it showed the intention.
The Blue House is occupied, Seoul is open to the public, and public opinion is getting worse every minute.
The government, the National Assembly, and the military are all competing to show the extreme of incompetence.
Even the status of the new president, an icon of trust with an unprecedented approval rating of over 70% in Korean political history, is scarred and in jeopardy.
‘In this situation, the new president’s rescue appearance.’
Does it go on your own?
The people applaud the courage and sacrifice of the new president.
And there will be hope of ‘maybe’.
However, the meaning of the president’s direct action against only one terrorist also meant that the government had no way to deal with it any longer, if you think about it the other way around.
It means you are stuck in a dead end.
Just a few days after Tak Se-young’s appearance, the president, that is, the final boss of the Republic of Korea, appeared.
It is certainly a courageous act for the president to step forward in person against Tak Se-young, a symbol of fear and terror just by being.
Maybe it’s something I don’t know if I’ll risk my life.
However, ‘the greater the risk, the greater the benefit.’
There is no doubt that just standing in front of President Tak Se-young will be a window of opportunity to reverse the various factors that are currently on the verge of worsening.
Whether it’s a success or a failure, regardless of the outcome.
“The press?”
“The preparations are complete.”
“send.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me to have it ready at the desk as well.”
“I’ve already said that.”
“Well.”
In any case, it was clear that we had to go from a broadcasting standpoint.
It is also a great opportunity to catch Tak Se-young from close range.
What kind of conversation the two of you will have is a matter of utmost interest.
Tak Se-young and Jang Yong-hoo.
One side has the title of being a serial killer and a terrorist, and the other is the new president of the Republic of Korea.
It’s like it’s not real, like a third-rate drama.
Besides, Tak Se-young, who lost his parents, and the president who lost his child. The starting point of all those tragedies.
‘This is the real title.’
Kim Jung-hak’s eyes glistened like a hound that found its prey as he recalled the title of the desk.
Along the Olympic road, the military forces of Subangsa and Jijaksa’s tank units and artillery units gathered together to build a defense line that was ready to target the Blue House and Jongno area.
When the bombardment command was issued and the gun barrels blew out all at once, the entire area of Jongno as well as the Han River became a sea of fire, leaving only ashes of firepower.
Therefore, there was no need for bombing by missile units or air forces.
As long as the government and the military commander put their minds to it.
The defense line, where the powerful firepower was concentrated, was incapacitated after failing a single bombardment.
By Tak Se-young, the reason the military concentrated its firepower and the final target.
He was attacked for a moment.
The fact that Tak Se-young was approaching was understood in real time through the reports of the air defense unit and scouts.
When I got off the helicopter and landed on the other side of the broken bridge, I wondered if I had come to destroy the bridge again because the castle wasn’t full.
It was when Se-young suddenly jumped and jumped over the broken leg as if it was an obstacle when she realized it was wrong.
The terrified army blew fire at the commander’s command to fire, but it had already taken a second leap and soared into the sky.
In an instant, thousands of various heavy cannons embroidered the sky and tore the air apart.
But with that terrifying leaping power, he fell into the middle in just two hits, rendering all his heavy weapons useless.
After allowing Se-yeong’s proximity, the fortifications that had built a defensive line brought about an irreversible situation.
Every heavy weapon was found and immediately turned into a mass of scrap metal on the spot.
It was one of two things: crushed by fists and wallowing on asphalt, or thrown into the Han River and swallowed by the black water.
The self-propelled artillery was cut in half with a knife.
For the military, Se-Young’s attack, which was a blitz and surprise, had a meaningless range and could not even respond.
Knowing that attacks with personal firearms and arrogant firepower do not work, ‘Defend with death!’ No instructions were given.
Rather, to minimize the meaningless sacrifices of the soldiers, the infantry retreated to a safe zone early.
That being said, the grim reality that Se-young runs away and has to step back that much will not change.
It was when Se-young’s vandalism reached Dongjak Station Memorial Cemetery along the Olympic Avenue.
Fortunately, Se-young was running away from the line of defense built by tank units and self-propelled artillery and was retreating by unit.
Instead, a large number of military jeeps, non-combat vehicles, approached Se-young.
Jeeps stopped at a certain distance from Se-young.
quick profit.
cut profit.
Se-young turned her gaze to the right.
In a different direction from the direction the jeep came from, from the entrance road to the Memorial Park, a broadcasting station car boasting a different logo arrived one after another on the empty Dongjak-daero.
Reporters with cameras that were already turned on before the reporters opened the door and got out of the car, illuminating them as if they were competing with Se-young.
Apparently, no one approached within 50 meters of Se-young.
It must be said that it is an amazing professional spirit that makes me want to be sane.
It was proof that the reporters were braver than the military jeeps that were at least 100 meters away.
After a while, a black passenger car slowly entered between the jeeps.
A vehicle entering the vehicle with the national flag and government flags waving on both sides of the front of the vehicle.
Se-young, who saw the car, pushed and kicked the train that was standing right next to it without showing any change in expression.
Hey hey hey hey!
Not to mention the reporter with the camera, the eyes of everyone around moved along the train.
Se-young lightly pushed and kicked, and the train slipped on the asphalt and plunged into the Han River, sinking into the water.
The black car waving the flag boldly went to a stop right in front of Se-yeong, where even the military jeep did not approach.
The young man in the driver’s seat got out of the car and opened the back seat door.
Before I could see who was getting off the back seat, camera flashes were fired from all directions.
And the President of the Republic of Korea, Jang Yong-hoo, appeared.
Not only terrestrial broadcasting cameras, but also news-specialized broadcasting stations joined together, and at this moment, on all TV screens and screens across the country, Jang Yong-hoo getting out of the car in front of Tak Se-young in the middle of the road was being broadcast in real time.
Korea held its breath.
Among them, there were many people who were worried about what would happen if Tak Se-young immediately beheaded the president.
If it’s Tak Se-young, a mad serial killer, that’s good enough.
Wasn’t it not the murder that killed Kim Chang-soo in the middle of a hostage play where the first crime was already broadcast live?
It might be over 2m.
And a large sword in his hand that made many people tremble in fear.
I swear everyone else was scared and afraid of Tak Se-young, but it wasn’t Jang Yong-hoo.
Jang Yong-hoo, who saw Tak Se-young, had mixed emotions in the snow.
The wrinkled presbyopia trembled.
Why not?
Jang himself, who stole his son and granddaughter at once, is right in front of him.
No matter what he did or what heinous crime he committed, the enemy who killed his child is the enemy.
When Jang Yong-hoo was facing Tak Se-young’s face, it was as if his blood spurted upside down, his heart burst, and his intestines burned to black ash.
But before his father and grandfather, he was a president who had the heavy responsibility of leading the country.
‘This country needs me. Without me, this country has no chance.’
He was the only one who could solve this dilemma.
I had to get through this crisis somehow.
He has a mission. That’s why I decided to become president.
Foolish, selfish, and foolish people who can’t see far.
‘You have to teach and guide and show the right direction. there is no one like that Oh, I’m the only one who believes in me.’
Jang Yong-hu thought that all these things were the heavens giving him trials.
Jang Yong-hoo, who had a strong heart, spoke with his mouth.
“Tak Se-young. Can’t we stop now?”
Se-young didn’t say anything as if to say more, but just looked at Jang Yong-hoo with expressionless eyes.
“We have neither the strength nor the power to stop you. The only way is to watch and evacuate when you come. You, the person involved, will know better.”
“Citizens don’t care? If there’s a mistake, the people involved in the past, me and the government who didn’t reveal the truth, should be held accountable and asked. The people are not at fault.”
Jang Yong-hoo pleaded with a voice as desperate as his earnest expression. And he bowed his head to the three spirits and said,
“I’m begging you so earnestly. I’m not asking for forgiveness, but please be merciful to the citizens of Seoul, who have nothing to do with it.”
The conversation between the two was vividly delivered to the whole country through the camera without missing a single breath, as the press equipment possessed by each broadcaster was fully mobilized.
“Stop returning Seoul to the citizens.”
Se-young’s tightly closed mouth, looking at the camera and reporter, drew ridicule for a brief moment.
“I’ll give it back. Turn it into ashes.”
“If the capital becomes ashes, neither you nor your surroundings will be able to go long, right?”
“If I destroy everything like that and drive them all out, will you be freed? Will you continue until he is freed?”
Seyoung shook her head.
“No matter what, it doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Then why are you doing this? Why? For what reason?”
“You’re asking for responsibility.”
“Responsibility? To whom? Government?”
Seyoung shook her head.
“This country is everything.”
Jang Yong-hoo’s face was distorted.
“Don’t act like a child.”
“Then try to block it. Or try to soothe it.”
The success of this conversation was not important to Jang Yong-hoo.
The important thing is that the most important purpose was to reverse public opinion and win sympathy from both domestic and foreign countries.
In addition, Tak Se-young becomes an axis of complete evil and a public enemy to the extent that no one can defend it anymore.
However, in Se-young’s words, Jang Yong-hoo found an ominous omen.
I thought it was just a riot that was limited to Seoul, but it didn’t seem like that.
“What do you want? What are you trying to do? You know that your dead parents don’t come back alive just like this? Your parents were unfairly and horribly killed, but isn’t that the responsibility of the citizens of Seoul and the people?”
Sparks flew out of Se-young’s eyes, clutching the hilt.
An ominous feeling made Jang Yong-hoo touch the evil of the three spirits.
“Isn’t it cool to feel good when all the people in the world die and become unhappy? Does that mean that even if the whole of Korea is turned to ashes, you will release your character?”
“okay-!”
It was as if hundreds of speakers had exploded at the same time.
To the extent that soldiers and reporters alike covered their ears with both hands at the shouting that shook the goal.
With eyes that seemed to spit out lightning, Se-young glared at Jang Yong-hoo, the soldiers beyond, and the reporters and cameras that surrounded him one by one, and shouted.
“Is Korea going to die-! Will I die-!”
A shout echoed through the air as if a blade had been slashing through the air.
“One of the two must die-! Me! And you! Either kill me! Kill them all by my hand!”
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