Chapter 2 (2/2)

“b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l it does.”

“How do you want it?”

“Kukuku. It hurts so much, but I still don’t have the courage. I’m a Catholic, you see.”

“Is that so?”

Joon-young pulled out a pistol from his waist. He pulled the slider, and aimed at Min Won-hoo’s head.

Click!

Min Won-hoo pulled out a cigarette with a patch of red from his pocket. As his b.l.o.o.d.y and shaking hands struggled to light the damp cigarette, one of the soldiers quickly pulled out a lighter of his own to help him. He took one deep breath then began to cough violently, dropping the cigarette.

“s.h.i.+t! I wanted to at least die like a bada.s.s, but my body’s not helping.”

A soldier picked the cigarette and gave it back to Min Won-hoo.

“You lot, at least die a SUGOI death like me.”

Min Won-hoo smiled at the rest of the soldiers.

Joon-young replied,

“You do know right?”

“What?”

“Sugoi is j.a.panese.”

Min Won-hoo snickered at those words, and then made a smile. Not a shred of regret could be seen in his face.

“Hoo… It was fun serving with you.”

“Ah, I had fun too.”

“Kuku, I’ll be waiting.”

“Be there soon.”

Bang!

Joon-young placed the pistol back in its holder. Sh.e.l.ls, gunshots and screams echoed all around them, but there was only silence where Joon-young stood.

“We are retreating.”

“Where to, sir?”

Joon-young smiled at that question, and pointed toward the sky. A glimmer of sunlight could be seen just beyond.

“We will run toward the sun.”

As his men stood confused, Joon-young scolded them.

“I swear this war made the kids dumber. How can they not understand this joke?”

“…”

For a moment, these soldiers looked like they were about to murder Joon-young.

“We are going to wherever the higher ups are hiding in. It should still be safe there. Well, until it turns into our grave. But it’s better to live even for a second longer right?”

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