CH 139

eak (1)

"Okay, John. Let's stop."

Howard hung up the phone and hit the uppercut four times in a row.

"Hey, you stupid eastern bastards."

smart.

The secretary, who came in with Knock, looked at Howard's face and asked.

"Is there something good about you? Mayor."

"Ah, yes. It's fun to see the sassy eastern bastards whining."

"Isn't the eastern part a big deal?"

"Every big one. Kwok."

One aircraft carrier almost went half-wave.

If it was a normal country situation, I would have thought about retirement, but now it will be enough to fix it somehow.

The problem is that the procurement of materials is not very smooth, so it will take a month to fix it.

Damage to aircraft carriers is also a problem, but a large number of frigates are also a problem.

It was only able to catch two sea monsters, but it suffered enough power loss.

"Fish oil, how holy it is to open an information channel for eastern bastards ."

"In return, you will receive a very large treasure."

The smile disappeared from Howard, the mayor of Los Angeles, the western metropolis.

"Wow, Jennifer. Can I be a spy for the Easterners?"

"Wow, what are you talking about?"

"You can't open it unless you're an asshole, right? If I just sold the information, I would get rid of the liver and gallbladder."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Stop leaving."

"Yeah."

"awhile."

At Howard's restraint, Jennifer's secretary froze.

The mayor who won the competition with the governor is now the head of LA.

After the United States established its own survival system for each state, dozens of new cities grew into large cities by absorbing the destroyed cities and their populations.

Now the United States is united into five coalitions with 217 large cities.

Depending on the region, it was called the western part, eastern central part, southern part, central southern part, etc., or it was called the name of the city or state that became the base area.

The mayor of Los Angeles, one of the central cities of the Western Union, also called the California Union, is the undisputed power.

Now is the time when a word from him is enough to cover all the sins that are not there and to suffer a lot of sorrow.

"I'm going to tell you the business."

Jennifer's tense body softened.

"The invitation list for this evening's dinner is out. Check it out and make sure there are no unwanted characters."

"Leave it."

After a glance at Jennifer leaving the report, Howard turned the paper over to find the name he wanted.

"Mac, Julia, Jord . here you are Kwok, my treasure is coming too."

; Mr. Lee

This mysterious man from the East will make himself the President of West America.

'First, take the satellite.'

I'll start by picking up another military satellite that the Eastern guys hold tight.

*Lee Seong-woo, who came to the party, looked around with a blank face.

'Jerk the.'

All those gathered at the party are the people of the California Union having a good time. No one paid attention to the first Asian they saw.

square.

I bit off an apple slice that the servers were carrying.

The food was still delicious even though the world was ruined, and the party hall was too flashy.

This won't last 5 years either.

Being able to eat three meals a day is a luxury, and the time to be grateful for not dying will come soon.

murmur murmur.

The noise of the people chatting quietly did not exceed the sound of the band playing the background music.

At some point, it became noisy and when I looked over there, the mayor of Los Angeles, the organizer of the party, was entering the entrance.

The protagonist of this place today.

As he headed to the stage set up like a pulpit on one side of the party hall, he saw Lee Sung-woo and winked.

"Oh, you saw me."

It seemed that the blonde beauty next to Lee Seong-woo was drinking a bowl of kimchi soup, but he did not correct that the man's wink was directed at him.

'The puppet is excited.'

Lee Seong-woo applied for asylum with a fake identity.

Woosung Lee from Busan. Awakening grade D.

The approval of asylum, which originally took more than a month, was decided in the mayor's bedroom.

"How did you get in?"

"Can you see my face?"

"champion?"

The dormant SFC champion suddenly appeared in his bedroom and was bewildered, but Howard did not reveal this to his face and put a calm expression on his face.

If you want to be assassinated, you can't live anyway, and talking like this means that the hidden champion wants something.

"What is the purpose?"

"Let me eat the West."

Howard asked, startled.

"What do you want?"

"I'm just going to be quiet. Don't touch me, don't look for me. He comes back from time to time and gives me very sweet information."

"Good."

He calmly appeared in his own bedroom with strict security.

Howard was not so ignorant that refusal was death.

After that deal, Lee Woo-sung, who fled Busan, lived in LA.

Howard, who provided some information about what would happen in the future, and who would have been president of the West in the future, used the advanced information provided by Lee Seong-woo as a political tool.

The early diversion of all naval forces in the West allowed the California Coalition to fully conserve power.

And it is a party to celebrate by selling the information you gave yesterday to the East and gaining control of a military satellite.

"Finally done! LA is safer, and that means increased defense for the entire California Confederacy."

It's funny to see him chattering excitedly.

He's going to be the president of the West anyway, but I'm sure everyone will misunderstand him for his own credit.

'This is not the purpose for today.'

The reason Lee Seong-woo participated in a disgusting upper-class party for nothing was because there was someone he wanted to meet.

The place he headed to was a place where the three of them were face to face, sipping wine and exchanging nonsense.

"Humanity is in a serious crisis. But what about now? I am saved."

"Yes. The monster caused World War 3 to explode, so we solved the problem of population growth and found peace."

"How about bloodstone? What is this next-generation energy other than a gift from God to mankind?"

"Did Richard here devised a bloodstone generator that marked the end of nuclear power?"

"Heh heh heh."

It was difficult to hear the loud chatter of white voice, so Lee Seong-woo called the target person.

"Doctor Richard?"

The owner of the central highway and the head holding two sheep.

Dr. Richard looked back at the sound of his calling and frowned.

"Well."

He didn't say anything, but Lee Seong-woo kept his accusation inwardly at the displeasure he felt from his expression.

'A blatant white supremacist.'

Although he was a particularly racist person, his ability and personality were inversely proportional, his skills were genuine.

"I'd like to tell you to turn off the smelly monkey, but when you see this, you won't see any more monkeys."

"Lee Seong-woo handed me the artifact I took out of the subspace pocket.

"What is that?"

"A research topic that will make you number one."

" !"

Always lagging behind Dr. Toddler of Roland, he touched the wrath of a scientist nicknamed the second-in-command in his later years.

Dr. Richard, who was sarcastic, snorted at him.

"huh! In the last five years, 100 more scammers like you have been to me."

I handed the item to him who was about to turn his back.

"Start with your research. There is no harm to you."

Lee Sung-woo withdrew without revealing any requirements.

"Call me if you are intrigued."

Contrary to words, he left without revealing any of his identity.

Dimensional industrial era.

Dr. Richard, one of the masters of dimensional science, felt deep doubts when he saw the mysterious artifact in his hand.

'Isn't it very important? time bomb? What? I can feel the magic... .'

I laughed out loud at the constant accident.

I can't shake the feeling that that damn bastard knows him well.

Curiosity was the driving force that brought him here.

Dr. Richard, who put the artifact into his subspace, left the party and headed to the lab.

*Two days have passed since Suho returned.

It is a guardian guild headed by the person who directly contributes to the diplomatic disputes between the Japanese and Korean governments, who pour out harsh words on daily broadcasts.

Suho City, which can be the nucleus of East Asian storms, is surprisingly quiet and leisurely.

Only Kim Mi-so, who is in charge of the diplomatic line, and the secretary's office were busy, and when Suho returned, the inside of the inside, where outsiders were blocked from entering, was quiet.

Even now, the outer fortress is full of external mercenaries who want to use the portal, their support personnel, and reporters for coverage, but they could not enter the inner fortress anyway.

The restaurant street, which had been filled with outside customers for a while, was used only by the staff, and it looked like it was found quiet again.

"Geonwoo, eat a lot."

"Yes, Dad."

Perhaps the brief breakup deepened the relationship between the father and son, and there are many stories that we have not heard yet even though we have been talking to each other for two days.

"Huh, so what happened after you met Master?"

"It was really funny back then. My father-in-law was also almost naked after escaping, so I thought he was a pervert."

"What? haha."

Dang Jin-cheol, who always goes around to teach Geon-woo to learn martial arts and to learn to speak, could not help but ask a few words that he could barely hear.

[Are you talking to me now?]

[Yes, Master. I'm talking about the first time I met the master.]

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah, Master was curious about the conversation."

"like that. If you can speak the language, you will have a conversation with me too, but it's a pity."

Dang Jin-cheol looked sadly at the father and son exchanging conversations with each other.

'I'm envious. I envy you.'

That place was supposed to be mine.

That kid was supposed to be mine.

The time allowed for the three of us to eat was not that long. The day of the vacation commemorating the Suho welcome ceremony is over, and each of us has to go back to work from today.

Junho, a mercenary and vice president of the Guardian Guild, must lead the mercenaries and attack the portal that is currently being created in the outer castle.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. When Dad goes in, he has to come out the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, it's okay. I have grown up too."

Park Jun-ho and several mercenaries are grade A, but it's a 5-star dungeon.

The average attack record so far is 22 hours.

It will be out in a full day, so I am very sad that I will not be able to see my son in the meantime.

"Or will I follow you?"

"Huh? No. How dangerous it is."

"It's okay. There is that white knight, and the master is very strong."

Jun-ho's gaze was filled with envy as he glanced at Dang Jin-cheol.

'It's SS-class. I envy you.'

'Geonwoo Abi-ni, I'm envious.'

In the midst of envy's gazes intertwined with each other, Geon-woo clearly expressed his opinion.

"I will just take a look. Master said that seeing is also training."

"However ."

Junho shook his head eagerly.

It's dangerous and dangerous, but even if it's safe, it's never a place to show your child.

"There is nothing good for you to see. You're just bleeding, you're not human, but you're still too young to see monsters die."

He gently stroked his son, but the next words made Junho unable to speak.

"It's okay. I have already seen a lot of people die."

"Huh? What you looking at?"

"People are going to die."

Movies have a viewing age, but what the hell did you show your nephew?

"How wonderfully uncle kills. When you swing a knife, people's necks fly away."

" ."

Shit, bro.

How the hell are you going to raise a child?

What the hell are you going to raise this innocent child for?

"I'm not saying that!"

"Yes, Dad."

I hugged Geon-woo, who easily agreed.

"That's what bad guys do. it's not cool It's terrible."

"Yes, got it."

The filial piety readily agreed, and the father was relieved.

"You have to grow up right. No matter how talented you are, if your personality is bad, you will only get notoriety."

our good son.

should grow properly. correctly.