Hiding the House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 73



42. paradise (6)

“live.”

I hurriedly shouted into the walkie-talkie.

“There will be bombing. If it’s around the US military base, I’ll pray for you.”

“Don’t bomb the airport.”

“why?”

“We haven’t loaded the warhead yet.”

He glared at the periscope and spoke quickly in a low voice.

“okay? really? Oh my, it’s real.”

At the airport, where she, I, and the other soldiers were watching, the roar of another jet engine resounded high like the roar of a beast.

Weiyiying—

It’s Park Cheol-joo’s airplane.

Who is in control?

a pilot? Did you buy the pilot?

no.

Among those who fell were also those in pilot uniforms.

The graceful plane moved the rudders of its wings to and fro.

“no way······?”

Are you Park Cheol-joo?

Is Seok-joo the chairman of the group personally driving the plane?

Come to think of it, Seong-Jun Sung said.

Park Cheol-joo has an airplane pilot’s license.

“You crazy old man! Stop! hurry!”

Amid the roar of vehicles, the plane slowly moved toward the runway.

bang! Tatatatatatang!

Sharp gunshots rang out halfway between the airport and my territory.

Looks like a threat shot.

But the plane did not stop.

Even with bullet holes on its elegant surface, it proudly climbed onto the runway and made a roaring sound, burying the acceleration in its elegant body.

Weeeing–

Amidst the roar, the radio let out a man’s sonorous voice.

“Lady and Gentleman. Our flight is Seokju Group’s No. 1 flight from Korea to Japan. The current time is 12:22, and the temperature is 15 degrees. The weather is fine…”

The main character of the voice received over the airwaves was none other than Park Chul-ju.

“The destination is paradise.”

The plane surfaced.

At the same time, the jets that ripped the air overhead all at once scattered in all directions.

This is because it captured several anti-aircraft missiles flying through the air from the east.

While the fighters sprayed signal-jamming chaff and made flamboyant evasive maneuvers, a beautiful passenger plane flying on the runway soared into the sky with a sparkling silver fuselage.

Seeing that, I unknowingly clenched my fist.

Because I felt the absurd beauty.

maybe it’s envy

He may have felt envy at the freedom of being able to leave this disgusting land of death and go somewhere.

Maybe it was because I felt drowsy earlier, but I fell into a hazy feeling as if I was walking in a dream.

“Skelton!”

That is until an urgent voice brought me back to reality.

“Skelton!”

It’s the Defender’s voice.

The transmitter was ringing.

“uh. okay.”

“Were you alive? what’s the matter? Are you there?!”

“Well, a little dispute is brewing?”

“you? Are you safe? Aren’t you under attack?”

“hmm.”

What should I say?

Should I be honest

But it doesn’t seem necessary.

“wait for a sec.”

“what?”

“Just a moment.”

I put down the communicator and glared at the entrance to the shelter.

A man was slowly coming down the stairs.

He had a heavy bulletproof shield covering his body in one hand and a blunt Chinese great sword in the other.

Pilseong Kim grinned at me.

For a moment, I remembered the black-haired boy from my school days.

The boy seemed to be talking to me.

let’s do round 2

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Got up from the seat

Leaving numerous death traps behind, he picked up two axes.

thud

Pilseong Kim threw down his shield and closed the door to the air-raid shelter.

“Can I lock it like this?”

He nodded.

Now there are only two hunters with the same past in the shelter.

Hearing gunshots outside, hearing missiles exploding, shouting and inexplicable roars is a good thing now.

It’s because the classmates who went to the same school, received the same education, and risked the same fate are now facing each other with the same thoughts.

Pilseong Kim grinned.

The moment I saw that smile, I laughed too.

this friend.

It looks like he really wanted to fight.

So, this must be the true desire that I have been suppressing and suppressing.

After all, defeats suffered in childhood remain with us for the rest of our lives.

The sense of defeat must have intensified while the guy who defeated him was winning and becoming a semi-legendary.

However, it seems that he did not give up his belief in his skills in the end.

If you look at the letters mixed on the blade of the long sword.

最强 (strongest)

Pilseong Kim suddenly hesitated and stepped back.

“What, what…?”

“what?”

“Why is the toilet like that?”

“why? Are you dissatisfied?”

“By the way, it’s just a well-decorated air-raid shelter.”

Kim Pil-sung lifted the grenade net with his hand and entered my territory.

His gaze turned to the double-crossed Craymore.

“Sergeant Kwon said earlier that we should push the shields, but if we did, we would have been killed.”

He nodded his head with a look of approval.

“Are you the chief after all?”

At about the same time we erased our laughter.

I held up a long sword engraved with the phrase Kim Pil-seong is the strongest.

I also took an axe.

“senior? senior?”

The walkie-talkie rang.

Kim Pil-sung was able to recognize the voice right away.

He said nothing.

Instead, it attacked me with a long sword.

Its speed was like that of a leopard, and its momentum was like that of a mountain.

Chaengkang-

Two axes and long swords collided in the air.

Pilseong Kim’s eyes glared at me beyond the rattling weapon.

Competing with strength, he swiftly stepped back and attacked again.

Chaeng Kang! Chaeng Kang! Chaeng Kang!

Three battles followed in an instant, and each time sparks flew in the air.

“oh.”

Woo Min-hee’s voice came from the walkie-talkie.

“You look busy right now, sir?”

A hum followed.

A cheerful tune that makes you feel good.

In an instant, the air-raid shelter entered into a strange atmosphere.

In a gloomy yet cheerful and psychopathic hum, the two hunters began to perform the dance of death that each of them had practiced their entire lives without regret.

It was Kim Pil-seong who seized the victory first.

Chaeng Kang!

An ax was caught in his long sword and flew in a parabolic arc through the air.

Without delay, Kim Pil-sung stabbed his long sword at the left half of my body, which had become Muju-gongsan.

I mixed some paint.

I stepped to the left as if to dodge, and when he chased me with his long sword, I hurriedly backed away.

The sharp blade of the long sword glided past my neck.

Beyond that, you can see Kim Pil-seong’s burning eyes mixed with a regretful light.

Right after the momentary attack ended, he threw the ax lightly with only the strength of his wrist.

hooked!

The ax was lodged in his knee.

It’s a shallow wound, but the site is the knee.

“Keugh!”

I took a big turn and retrieved the ax I had missed earlier, and charged at it.

Like a wounded tiger, Pilseong Kim swings his long sword vigorously, but the power of a sword comes from the lower body of a superior swordsman.

hooked!

The ax dug into his elbow, snapping his joints in reverse.

“Gagging!”

Clink-

The long sword has fallen.

I habitually looked at my wristwatch.

30.7 seconds.

That’s how long it took him to drop the weapon in his hand.

I definitely improved my skills.

But that nasty temper hasn’t changed a bit.

“Park Gyu!”

Pilseong Kim took off his shirt to reveal the bombs hidden inside.

His hand tries to pull the detonator, but

jump!

It took more time for my ax to cut his head off.

The hand that had lost command from the nervous system swayed, but the hand that had lost its purpose soon groped the cold floor along with the torso.

thud

Another Hunter fell.

The hum from the radio stopped.

“Who won?”

In response to Woo Min-hee’s question, I said with a bit of annoyance.

“I’m sorry. to stay alive again.”

He sighed as he removed the ax stuck in Kim Pil-seong’s head and wiped the blood and brains on his clothes.

“Did I cheer for you, senior?”

“by the way. Can’t you save me a little?”

“If you have bait, use it.”

Woo Min-hee imitated my voice and spoke.

His voice resembled the grave and merciless tone of Park Gyu in China, not the current Park Gyu.

she said with a laugh.

“Isn’t that the way your senior taught you while throwing a Chinese meat shield?”

“…”

“Hide for a minute. Stay still. Helicopters are coming soon, and I told them to kill everything that moves.”

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Gunfire was heard from afar.

Maybe a bombing?

Perhaps the National Assembly’s fighters are destroying the Legion’s artillery.

Pioneers are used as bait to determine the enemy’s strength and location of major threats, and then silence the enemy threats with the main forces.

it’s a good job

Soon helicopters appeared from the west.

Just as Minhee Woo said, they tore, smashed, and burned everything that moved.

After the helicopter left, I came out of the air-raid shelter and checked the surroundings.

“…”

everything is destroyed

There are probably no survivors.

Sitting on top of the blackened air-raid shelter, he lit a cigarette from the body of the dead in his mouth.

“Whoa…”

Well, the long day is about to end.

I inadvertently looked south.

White, innocuous airplane clouds stretched southward.

*

Among the legionnaires dispatched to the airport, there were no survivors except Ji Young-hee and the technician who had left the airfield the day before.

The combat helicopter chased not only the guys in my area, but also the fleeing vehicles and turned them into fireballs.

After everything was sorted out, they took the nuclear warhead and left leisurely for the north.

I also looked around to see if there were any survivors hiding, but I didn’t find anything new except for a corpse that had fallen off a cliff.

“Didn’t you call?”

Defender said with a sad expression.

“I don’t think there is any need to call.”

I didn’t use the defender summon ticket.

Still, I called the defender.

It was because he did not dare to dispose of so many corpses by himself during the rotting season.

Defender expressed dissatisfaction with the fact that he had not been called, but was soon silent and quickly helped to collect the body.

Certainly, those who have eaten meat eat well, and the defender’s handling of the corpse was of a high standard.

He knew where to hold and how to carry it comfortably, and how to wash and dispose of the remains of bodies in poor condition.

Thanks to that, I was able to clean my surroundings with ease.

Took-

The last body was loaded onto the truck.

It belongs to my classmate Kim Pil-sung.

“・・・・・Call me next time if you think it might be dangerous.”

“Because this time, frankly, the scale of the war. It’s not something so simple that it can change just because you’re here.”

“I understand the situation, but don’t you feel a bit bad?”

“sorry. This is my original way of speaking.”

“Wouldn’t it have been popular?”

“I will not deny it.”

Defender waved his hand.

I rewarded him with several examples to leave.

The beef and fuel Ji Young-hee gave me.

“thanks.”

I bowed my head to him.

Sincerely.

“Thank you very much. Don’t forget this favor.”

How many people are there to clean up the body in this terrible world?

“・・・・・Call me later.”

Defender accepted the gift and got on the bike.

“okay. Call me if you are in danger.”

That day, on our bulletin board, all sorts of speculations and rumors were circulating about the roar and gunfire of the planes that had been heard all day before.

At the center of it all is our journalist Yangban.

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Gijayangban: (There is a picture) Fierce battle between the legionnaires and the National Assembly at the US military base?!

The reporter Yangban’s post included photos of the battle scene, probably taken from a combat helicopter.

The photos were full of colorful and thought-provoking scenes, such as a burnt truck and debris, a combat helicopter stuck in a rice paddy, a fighter plane with only fragments remaining, and the wreckage of a missile.

Thanks to this, the reporter Yangban vomited his spirit by posting a topical article on both Failnet and bulletin board.

“…”

At this point, should I say that he is a journalist nobleman, Woo Min-hee?

This incident does not mean the end of the truce between the National Assembly faction and the Legion faction.

Neither the legionnaires nor the parliamentarians expressed their position on this situation.

So, it is a kind of happening.

There are casualties, but the subject and cause are not clear.

Although the bulletin board became more heated because of this, it was not possible to enjoy the Internet world 100%.

I also suffered quite a loss.

One dummy air-raid shelter was destroyed and the air-raid shelter facilities including the ventilation system were damaged.

First of all, my air-raid shelter is no longer safe.

turned the legionnaires into enemies.

There are no survivors, but there are those who know me.

Daram Kim.

She left, loathing my paradise, and tried to destroy hers, and helped those who would destroy mine.

“…”

Still, I do not regret the decision to show Daram Kim my air defense shelter.

Rather, through this incident, in a sense, I felt something like a clear purpose.

I have hope.

Cracks can be closed.

I don’t know if Minhee Woo’s words are true or not.

But closing the rift might be real.

Unlike me, I think of comrades who were chosen by God.

If they are, if they receive the support of a stronger and more sophisticated new colleague, perhaps the cracks in Jeju Island can be closed.

So you can wait.

Besides the day I die, I have another goal: the day I close the rift.

It’s one thing to live in the hope that the world will get better, and another to live in the certainty that everyone else is going to die.

Maybe this string of hope is the process toward the paradise that Park Cheol-ju was talking about?

So, a true paradise was created for me too.

*

Mayuzumi88: Koreans, is this yours?

A Japanese user appeared on our bulletin board.

He gave us Viva! Apocalypse! Introduced the story of a popular post on a Japanese bulletin board.

An island in a southern country where the blue sea stretches endlessly.

An airplane as unrealistically beautiful as an island landed on a runway that had been abandoned because construction had stopped.

When the plane was discovered, no one was found inside the plane.

But that plane is something I know well.

It’s Park Cheol-joo’s airplane.

Where did Park Cheol-ju go?

I was able to find a clue in another bulletin board posted by a Japanese person.

Among the Japanese who had gathered to watch the plane, there was only one man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, drawing two Vs toward the camera.

When I saw it, I laughed without knowing it.

It’s Park Cheol-joo.

In the end, another chaebol chairman went to find his own paradise.

To pay homage to his will, I broke the taboo and tried MBTI for the first time.

“…”

The result is INFP.

A mediator who likes to speculate?

It is said that you are an introvert and fall into your own world…

I don’t feel good…

I asked Da-jung, who seemed to like the MBTI.

“INFP?”

she said bluntly.

“That’s the character of Chinta.”