Rust - Chapter 152



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RUST -152

Ms. Kim quickly left the hotel.

The steps were light and refreshing. It was only 5 o’clock, but the sun was already setting. Is it because it was winter?

‘Honestly, isn’t America fundamentally about guns?’

It was Ms. Kim who immediately ran away because she felt the air become cold even though she had just told the truth.

Huh. Huh.

Yesterday was a good day in many ways. I was relieved of all my stress and it was nice that the Burger Queen store I was in gave me a free meal card as a gift. Since eating alone in the store is unlimited, I thought I could eat as much as I wanted.

He said, “Is that a local broadcasting station? Can I broadcast news and special programs there?” and asked if I could sign a contract. When I looked at the contract, it said it included profit sharing and such, but overall, it was a good deal. He said he would provide me with some insurance for free, so it was good in many ways.

There was no need to act separately and there was no content that was annoying. I just said that I was going to film myself eating a hamburger in the store.

After walking for about 10 minutes, I saw a Burger Queen store bustling with people.

‘Why are there so many people?’

Usually, around 5 or 6 o’clock, there are people coming in for drive-thru takeout, but there aren’t many people in the store. But this was the first time there were this many people before 6 o’clock.

As she opened the bulletproof glass door and went inside, everyone sitting in the store turned to look at Ms. Kim. People were chattering. People waiting in line also turned to look at her.

What is it? Miss Kim was nervous about something, so one person shouted. Then, the people inside the store started shouting.

Woooooooo

Gun slinger girl girl

Woooooooo

Hit girl!

right!

right!

He took out his phone, took pictures and recorded videos, and in an instant, the store was in an uproar. What the heck? What is this? Ms. Kim was confused. The broadcasting station camera was capturing the scene.

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Maru was not feeling well.

It was definitely uncomfortable to see my mood fluctuate over trivial things, but it was literally a mood. So how many people can control their moods at will?

The root is a gun? It didn’t really matter whether it was true or not. That was fine. But what was that impudent smile? I see. So that’s why Kim Yang tried to blow Hood’s head off. If she had smiled faintly and said, “Why?”, it would have been acceptable.

Maru shook his head to stop his thoughts. At times like this, it was better to just write anything.

Ting! Ting!

He lifted two empty bottles with his scabbard. The bottles floated as if they were weightless. In the past, it only happened when there was danger, but recently, even if I just focused a little, time seemed to pass slowly like this.

The dirty feeling was washed away. The awkwardness was gone. All that remained was the empty bottle that had to be cut in front of me.

Swish – the sound of a blade cutting through the air

Ssukkeukkeuk! – The sound of two beer bottles floating in the air being sliced ​​at the same time –

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! – A cool sound like the sound of an ice maker grinding ice followed.

As soon as my concentration was lost, the pieces that had been floating weightlessly fell to the floor with a thud.

Clank- It was only after he put the sword back in its sheath that he noticed the TV.

A reporter was reporting the atmosphere on the local broadcasting station channel. I saw a familiar back of the head. Slightly long bob cut. An innocent face. Blinking eyes. It was Ms. Kim.

[After yesterday’s gunfight, the robbers···]

[···Amid the growing voices calling for gun control···]

[What this incident suggests is that the police arrive after the armed robber has committed the crime. What if there were casualties?]

[···That is not true. If there is a loss of life, it is possible to recover the loss through a trial···]

[Trial? Trial? What the hell. If some drunken bastard puts a bullet in your head and says you don’t remember shooting him because you were drunk? What’s the use of a trial after you’re dead!]

[You idiot. That’s why we need gun control. It’s because of idiots like you who are carrying guns and setting things up that things have gotten to this point.]

[···The important thing is that the police will come after you run away, and you have to stop criminals to survive, and the important thing is a gun! Even with a gun, this is how it is, so what do you think would happen if you didn’t have a gun?]

[How are countries that regulate guns doing? Look at Europe! Look at Japan and Korea. They are doing well even with gun control.]

When the reporter came out, I thought it was news, but suddenly it was a gun debate? Not a comedy? Maru was dizzy. Are all the neighborhood broadcasting stations like this? Is it only in this neighborhood? No way.

[The armed robbers who were caught this time threatened that their organization would definitely take revenge, which made people frown. They paid no attention to the threats···]

[Citizens cheered for the small and delicate woman who came to her regular store despite threats from gangsters.]

So, even though the gangsters were being dragged away by the police and said they would take revenge, they ignored them and left? And the people of this town are cheering for Kim Yang?

Maru felt so dizzy that he thought he might get dehydrated.

Suddenly, Ms. Kim was becoming an image of a warrior who did not give in to the threats of a criminal organization.

I couldn’t figure out what they were doing if they were a real gang and not just a simple armed robber. It seemed like once they got back, they had to be locked up so they couldn’t go around.

What would the gang think if they saw that broadcast? It was an incident where a member of the gang was attacked by a woman. And a woman who looked very young at that.

It’s ridiculous that the members of the organization weren’t shot dead, but rather subdued and dragged away helplessly, so what do you think when you see that woman walking around saying, “Don’t make me laugh, threatening me or anything?”

Wouldn’t your blood boil? Now it’s really a matter of pride. How can you get rid of this image of a gang that ignores women? You’ll think about revenge, and a really cruel revenge…

When Maru’s dizziness evolves into a headache.

The content of the broadcast was also changing in real time. The struggle of a delicate girl fighting an armed robber turned into a debate on gun freedom vs. gun control, and a female warrior heroine who did not give in to the threats of criminals, to a mukbang.

Eating show?

The TV screen was filled with the face of Ms. Kim, who was happily deleting a hamburger. She was holding a hamburger as big as her face with both hands. She was biting into a hamburger that was so thick that it was hard to tell if it had two or three layers of patties.

And the limbs are shot and screaming on the floor.

Again, Ms. Kim bit into the Ang-hamburger with a happy face. She was licking her greasy lips with her tongue.

The screams continued.

‘XXXX. Aaaah!! You piece of shit!!!!’

Kim Yang, who was munching on French fries, was slurping down a refreshing cola. Her expression was close-up.

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What did I just see?

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Are those fucking kids back?

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Where is that broadcasting station?

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What’s Up TV.

It was a local broadcasting station that mainly covered events that took place in the Rust Belt area around Detroit. When Detroit was doing well, that is, until the 1970s when the Rust Belt was doing well, local broadcasting stations were booming.

But from the late 1970s until now, the Rust Belt has been in gradual decline. The local economy has collapsed, the population has decreased, and the city of Detroit has gone bankrupt. As time has passed, local broadcasting stations have gone out of business and have been consolidated.

It was a broadcasting station that survived those difficult times, but the reality became even more bleak. Detroit seemed to be recovering a little as it emerged from bankruptcy and became a UNESCO City of Culture, but then personal broadcasting on the Internet began to flourish.

People who used to report to broadcasting stations started reporting to newtubers. There were even cases where they dug up their own channels and uploaded them. There were also many cases where reporters quit their companies and became professional newtubers.

Videos made by NewTubers about local restaurants or travel destinations received more views than programs made by local broadcasters.

And now, even the income is starting to reverse. The income of local broadcasting stations is now less than the income of famous individual Newtubers. Even though it is a local broadcasting station, it is still a broadcasting station.

“Regional viewership ratings 6.8%, 6.9%···7%. It exceeded 7%.”

“Good!”

The president of WhatsUp TV uppercuts the air. Awesome.

“What do you call the kid who went to get the advertisement?”

“I got the Burger Queen commercial. It’s for six months.”

“Just six months? Look at that. Over 7% in prime time in the evening, and six months? What the hell is that guy doing? He should have gotten a long-term contract, no matter what.”

The boss exploded with anger as if he had never been in a good mood before.

“What about other companies?”

“We are in contact with Smith Weapon.”

“Hurry up. Hurry up. Why are you so slow? Do you have to set your butt on fire to run?”

The employees scattered in all directions like popcorn. One of the PDs spoke to the president with a slightly worried voice.

“Are you sure you’re okay? This is too provocative.”

“It’s okay. What are they going to do? Maybe raid the broadcasting station? That would be better.”

“That’s not it. I mean, Miss Kim. She’s going to be a target for gangs, so shouldn’t they have shown her before the broadcast?”

“We have nothing to worry about. We signed a formal contract, right? We’ve got a generous share of the profits, and if we get advertisements, we’ll be famous and rich. What’s the problem? The gang is attacking us? That’s the gang and the woman’s problem. We’re not responsible.”

The president picked up the contract on the desk.

It was a beautiful contract even when viewed again. What if a woman dies in an attack by a gang burning with revenge? It would have been a special broadcast topic.

What if a woman escapes the gang’s revenge? That would be another TV show in its own right. What if another shootout with the gangs breaks out in the meantime? That would be the best.

“No matter how much I think about it, it’s a situation that would make lawyers drool.”

“I said we signed a contract. And a lawsuit? If you want to sue, then go ahead and do it.”

If that were made into a broadcast, there would be at least a few episodes.

“Do you have anything else to say? If not, go out and work.”

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“Tell Bella to come in when you leave.”

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The woman entered the president’s office. The blinds went down. Clink – the sound of the door locking.

The PD gave up on the president’s madness. It was not that he didn’t look at the contract. He cleverly conducted a household survey while saying that he would give the insurance for free. Who would receive the insurance money, where they lived, and things like that.

Since it was a local broadcasting station that had been around for decades, even if it was rotten, it was still good. By utilizing the connections I had made step by step and the contents of the contract, I was able to get some personal information. I couldn’t find out more details, but in summary, it was like this.

1) It hasn’t been long since I became a naturalized citizen in Japan.

2) No family or friends.

3) One person who will receive the insurance money in the event of death due to an unfortunate incident.

4) Current residence is a hotel.

He said that even if a fatal accident occurs, it is not a situation where the bereaved family members rise up or lawyers cling to the situation. That is why the CEO is so confident.

Even if you do that, there has to be a limit, and even evil editing has to be appropriate. Isn’t that a murderous teacher? The PD was contemplating whether to resign when he heard a strange sound.

It was a sound coming from the president’s office.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬!

The sound of something being cut.

Thud! Thud! The sound of something heavy falling followed.

Kkeugkeugkeuguk!

The sound of gasping for breath came from the president’s office.

Are you strangling me or something? You do all sorts of things.

The PD gave up. It seemed like it was time to resign.