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Fa'at!

The carrier thrown by Jong-seok hit a man's hand.

Bang!

A gunshot sounded from the handle in the man's hand. Fortunately, no one was hurt because it was fired into the air, and in the meantime, Jong-seok, who jumped along the carrier, hit the man hard in the chest with both hands.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

With the sound of his chest sticking out, the man bounces back! He came up and fell to one side with the man behind him.

Boom boom!

Along with him, other men's hands moved toward Jong-seok. Jong-seok, who snatched and pulled the nearest man's hand, walked.

Boooong!

Boom!

Jong-seok, who twisted the fallen man's arm and dropped the handle, bent down quickly.

Bang!

There was a gunshot with him. Feeling a shudder as if the tip of his head stood still, the man who shot him shook his fist as Jong-seok was momentarily hardened.

Papapot!

Jong-seok raised his hand to the fist that quickly aimed at his head and shoulders to block it.

But it was not the end. The man quickly moved his hands and feet and aimed for the stalactites.

'Fast. Strong!'

The man was strong. He once fought with a gangster 16 to 1 in Korea, but judging from his opponent's skills, he seemed to be able to deal with such gangsters alone.

But... Jong-seok is not a gangster.

Papapapat!

Jong-seok stepped down quickly and strongly, stopping the man's attack.

And when the man's foot was just disrupted, Jong-seok blocked it with one leg and twisted his body.

Boooong!

Jong-seok's feet in the air hit the man's head.

Puck!

A man who fell at Jong-seok's feet, Jong-seok, who fell to the ground with him, got up with his back bouncing.

Boom boom!

A man hugged such a stone from behind.

Jong-seok kicked the ground with his foot and floated up, then bent down strongly and threw the man away.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Then there was a gunshot in Jong-seok's ear as he turned around looking for another opponent.

Tatatang!

Flinching at the gunshot, Jong-seok hurriedly looked down at his body.

'Did I get hit?

But there was no pain in the body. Looking ahead, he was standing with a handle, the first person he threw and flew away.

Instead, blood stains were spreading on the man's body.

Flap!

Jong-seok breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of a man kneeling down.

I almost got shot.’

The police couldn't shoot while they were fighting. Jongseok and terrorists were so close that they couldn't shoot because they were worried that Jongseok would get hit.

Then one of them got up and picked up the handle and shot him dead.

When Jong-seok sighed with relief, the police handcuffed the fallen and began to take care of the handle they were holding.

At the sight, Jong-seok turned his head hurriedly and looked at the police who had been shot earlier.

'Are you alive?

When Jong-seok, who saw a fallen police officer wriggling, tried to rush over the inspection team, the police pointed a gun at him.

"Don't move!"

"Ah!"

The frightened Jong-seok hurriedly raised his hands.

"Get down!"

"I just..."

"Get down!"

Jong-seok knelt at the police's words. Since the shooting took place, the police seemed to have become sensitive.

And there was a lot of news that American police shot at citizens... Saving a patient is good, but I couldn't even die.

When Jong-seok knelt down, the police, who were with him for the first time, rushed to him.

"John is on our side.”

Then the police broke up and said,

"Why did you run like this?”

"I'm a doctor, so I'm trying to help the guy who got shot over there.”

"Oh! Then come on in."

When the police rushed him to the person who was shot, Jong-seok sat next to him and looked at the patient.

The patient had been shot in the chest.

Jong-seok, who pulled the button off by pulling hard on the top, looked at the affected area.

Blood was coming out of the bullet hole. Jong-seok, who was looking at the bleeding affected area, took off his jacket and pressed the bleeding spot.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Looking at the patient groaning, Jong-seok felt relieved after a while of his pulse.

'The bullet didn't pierce your organs.'

When Jong-seok put strength on his finger with his thoughts, he felt a hard bullet.

Is it because of the muscle? You didn't get through the muscle?’

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, pressed some blood. Then the patient's moan decreased.

"I'm Lee Jong-seok. Are you all right?"

"I was sick a minute ago, but... I'm not very sick right now."

"The gun was stuck in my chest, but I couldn't reach my organs because I worked out a lot. You were lucky."

"Then do I live?”

"Yes."

When I took off the clothes that were pressing on the patient's chest with a smile, the blood stopped flowing.

He also caught bleeding when pressing down on blood that reduces pain.

"Yes!"

Jong-seok breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the police raising their bodies with groans.

Then Jong-seok looked at the police who followed him and said,

"What about the medical staff?"

"It'll be here soon."

Then the police looked at the man who had raised himself and turned their heads toward Jong-seok.

"Jack Bauer."

"What?"

"My name. But are you sure you're okay?”

"You'll have no problem getting the gun out."

"Good thing."

Jack, who was talking, picked up the handle that was on the floor. Then Jong-seok reached out his hand, looking at Jack looking around.

"Give it to me."

Jack handed over the handle to Jong-seok's horse. He looked around at the handle, took out a coin, put it in between, and twisted it.

Took!

Then the handle opened, twisting as it was.

"I guess one shot will be the end."

Inside the handle was a small iron can that looked like a shell, and if it had been a continuous launch, the shell would have slipped out.

And at the end there was a spring and a little sting.

As he pressed the handle, the spring hit the saliva strongly, and the saliva hit the shell and fired.

It wasn't a very difficult structure, so the moment I saw it, I understood the principle.

Jack opened his mouth after carefully watching Jong-seok's horse.

"Looking at this small shellfish, less gunpowder will go in, so the killing power will be useless unless it's very close. I don't know if it's time for an assassination, but... Why did you bring something like this?"

At Jack's murmur, Jong-seok looked around while looking at the handle.

"One foot for six..."

There were two police officers on each line at the baggage claim area. There's police standing inside and outside, and there's almost 20 people, and six of them have guns that can shoot one at a time?

"Seongdongseo?"

Jack looked at him with a puzzled look at Jong-seok's murmur.

"By standing up?"

As if it was difficult to pronounce and what does that mean? Jack looked at Jack and asked quickly.

"If those people were checking their baggage..."

Jong-seok pushed the handle toward Jack's face.

Flinch!

I know there's no bullet in it, but for a moment the flinching Jack pushed the handle away with his hand.

"Even if the fire is low, this distance will kill you, right?"”

"That's it..."

Jack said Jong-seok, looking at the terrorists the police were holding.

"I shot a dead cop in the vicinity and robbed him of his gun. There's going to be a gunfight, right?”

Jack nodded at Jong-seok's remark. As soon as the gun is fired, the police around will also take out the gun and start firing.

"Yes."

"Then what happens if there's a gunfight here?”

"Airport commandos and police will be deployed."

"Where are the airport commandos usually?”

"He's guarding each of his residences..."

Jack, who was speaking, frowned.

"Trap?"

"They're six. You can kill some cops and rob them in a surprise attack, but you can't deal with all the cops here. Isn't that what you're trying to do with the gunfight?"

Jack put the radio on Jong-seok's horse and began to speak.

"There is information that there may be more terrorists at the airport."

Jack, who was listening to the story through earphones, explained the situation and hung up the radio.

"What did he say?"

"We're moving troops under the assumption that there's a gunfight at the baggage claim area. "If a terrorist is aiming for the movement of troops here..."

Jack, who was talking, pressed his earphones with his hand. And I nodded while listening to the story for a while.

"Lee was right. As the troops moved, there were people attacking the police. They had these handles, too."

"So you've got it all?"

"The reports keep coming in, so the situation is even more... Here!"

Jack raised his hand as airport commandos and medical staff rushed in.

The medical staff rushed to look at the fallen police. And police commandos began to watch around, dragging fallen terrorists.

However, there was one problem. People at the airport's inspection stand were not allowed to go under the name of an investigation.

And so was Jong-seok.

Since he was at the scene of the terrorist attack, the police are investigating thoroughly.

If there's a terrorist you can't catch, you have to catch him.

Jong-seok was under investigation by Jack and other police in the airport's investigation room.

"You don't have to worry too much. Liya, you helped us catch the terrorists and you reported them."

Jong-seok nodded at Jack's words and looked at the carrier. All the items in the carrier were taken out.

"Then I'll start with why you entered the United States."

"I'm here to take the California Chinese Medical Exam."

"You pressed yourself here and there when you looked at the can earlier. Is that an oriental medicine skill?"

"You've reduced bleeding and pain by pressing down on the blood."

"Can you do that by simply pressing it with your hands?"

"Yes."

"It's great being a bedclotheser."

Jack said that Jong-seok saw him.

"Who was shot?"

"I got a call from the hospital that he's safe."

"Good thing."

And even after that, Jong-seok was asked several questions. And finally, I could finish the investigation by asking if there was anyone who could prove my identity.

***

Jack, who guided Jong-seok out of the airport, gave Jong-seok his business card.

"If you need any help, or if you need any help with the police, please show me this business card or contact me. I'll help you."

"Thank you."

"No, if Lee didn't come forward earlier, I or my colleagues could have been hurt by terrorists' guns."

Jong-seok nodded at Jack and put his business card in his pocket.

"Then I'll go."

Jack nodded at Jong-seok's words and entered the airport. Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, called a taxi and gave me the address of the transport boat.

Standing where the taxi driver dropped him off, Jong-seok looked at the transport boat. The shop, which was written in Chinese characters, was made of glass that was clearly visible inside.

'There are quite a few people.’

Jong-seok, who was looking at a crowded store even though it was still early in the evening, opened the door and went in.

"Did you make a reservation?"

When asked by the blonde lady at the entrance, Jong-seok shook his head and said,

"Please tell Chef Kim Cheol-soo that Lee Jong-seok is here."

"Ah! Chef Lee! I've been waiting."

Perhaps Kim Chul-soo had already told the story, but a blonde called a black employee and guided Jong-seok to the kitchen right away.

The kitchen was bustling. There were Asians, Westerners, and chefs of various races.

"Jongseok!"

Turning his head to the sound of calling him, Kim Chul-soo was there.

"Brother!"

As Jong-seok raised his hand and tried to enter the kitchen, Kim Cheol-soo hurriedly raised his hand.

"Stop!"

Then Kim Chul-soo hurriedly said to the black man who guided Jong-seok.

"Michael Jong-seok, wash and change your clothes!"

At Kim Chul-soo's words, Michael, a black man, walked to one side with Jong-seok.

Out through the door next to the kitchen, it seemed to be the staff changing room.

"Please take a shower first."

"Shower?"

"L.A. has thorough food hygiene. You can take a shower, change your clothes here, and go into the kitchen."

Along with the horse, Michael put down his plastic-wrapped cook costume on one side and went outside.

After a while, Jong-seok took a shower and changed his clothes.

Then as he entered the kitchen, Kim Chul-soo smiled and raised his hand.

"Have you come?"

"Do I have to change when I come into the kitchen?”

"Don't mention it. Sometimes I come from the food and sanitation department without notice, and it bothers me when I'm feeling it."

said Cheol-soo, who made Jong-seok wear a chef's hat with a horse.

"But why did you come so late? Didn't you arrive at lunch?”

I laughed bitterly at Chul-soo's words. It's him. He came early because Jack made it easy. Others may still not be coming out yet.

"The United States is the United States."

"What do you mean?"

"I got off the plane and the terrorists were shooting at the airport. Shooting at the airport... America has a different class."

What Jong-seok said made Kim Cheol-soo feel sorry for him.

"Did that happen?”

"There is only. You were in the middle of it, didn't you watch the news? I heard the news from a taxi on the way here."

"Where's the time to watch the news in the busy kitchen? I'll see you when I get home. Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Yes."

"Fortunately. You'll see when you're here, but be careful. There's a lot of guys with guns."

"I got it today."

"Then shall we go in and rest today?"

"Because I'm here for now. I'll have a look. It's where I have to start tomorrow anyway."

"Okay, then don't work today, look around the store and try some food. Koreans and Americans have different tastes in food, so we'll have to try it first."

Then Kim Chul-soo taught me the kitchen. The layout of the LA transport vessel was mostly similar to that of the Korean one.

From ingredients to cooking utensils.

However, the other thing was that there were some materials that were not in Korea because they were in the U.S.

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