Hiding the House in the Apocalypse

2. bully

Firearms are probably the most effective weapons man has ever created.

Especially effective against humans.

It’s not just shooting and killing or injuring humans.

When there is a situation where you have to interact with people or reveal yourself, holding a gun itself has the effect of restricting the other person’s actions.

Shall we call it a manners injector that humbles the other person’s behavior just by having it?

Needless to say, the attack power against people.

Aren’t firearms themselves designed to kill people in the first place?

There is a saying that the power is halved against monsters and zombies, but I agree to a certain extent, but I can’t completely agree. Things are all up to writing.

Anyway, in order to survive in the post-apocalypse era, we need guns.

As my older sister said, the greatest enemy of humans is humans.

But this is Korea.

In Korea, like the United States, it is difficult to obtain firearms, and even obtaining them is illegal.

You can go to the US and prepare for the end, but there are also pros and cons.

Because a country armed with dogs, cows, or firearms will collapse, and a country where gun possession is prohibited will collapse, and the level of difficulty experienced at the beginning will be the difference between heaven and earth.

Think of the once-popular battle royale games.

What fun would it be if you shot yourself shut up as soon as you landed on the plane?

There must be times when we farm, punch, and fight loudly.

Of course, it would be more fun if I had a gun from the beginning.

It happened while old Kim was still alive.

Old Man Kim had a hunting shotgun.

In normal times, it is kept at the police station, but during the seawater relief season, he always took it out to show off his sloppy shooting skills.

“When I was in the army. Gongbi bastards infiltrated. I put a pitiful, devastating bullet between the eyes of the princess who appeared from behind the tree while hiding behind an acacia bush!”

As a result of personal connections later, I found out that Mr. Kim was for defense and did not participate in the operation to subdue the public, but Mr. Kim’s shotgun itself is a useful weapon in its own right.

Because it’s a shotgun, it has high stopping power and can be handled appropriately by those who are not good at shooting.

However, such weapons cannot prepare for the future.

My eyes were always on the nearby air base.

It’s a base used with the US Army, so there are US military equipment, and according to Chirashi, there are a few hunters who specialize in fighting monsters.

Best results if I can get Hunter gear, but all I want is a bunch of bullets and a few battle rifles.

But that’s not green.

How can the ROK and U.S. forces together infiltrate the air base guarded by them and retrieve weapons and ammunition?

The original plan was a bit rough.

If a war breaks out with China, that airbase is the number one target to strike.

This is because the USFK base is right next to it.

According to the Chinese war plan that I found out, the US military base next to the house is a target for a preemptive nuclear strike.

Once the nuclear weapons are launched and the base is open, they leisurely put on protective clothing and collect firearms and useful things.

This was the first rough plan.

It sounds absurd, but I thought this was the most realistic way to get a good quality weapon.

There are ways to get weapons from Southeast Asian gangsters or Russian sailors, but all they handle are pistols at most.

However, when the reality I encountered was rougher than I thought and the flow of the world flowed differently than I expected, I, Park Gyu, gradually felt impatience.

SKELTON: How can you get a full-fledged weapon like an assault rifle in a safe and gun-banned country like Korea or Japan?

Anything is a group chat room, so it’s a world where communities are created.

There is also an Internet community for those preparing for the coming destruction.

A community of perishers gathered with aliens from the world like me, ‘Viva! ‘Apocalypse!’ is exactly that.

Not everyone can sign up.

You must have ‘Galaxy Link’, a satellite Internet equipment developed by Melon Mask, a global entrepreneur, and you must pay a monthly membership fee of $100.

It is a place that enjoys unique popularity to the extent that there are quite a few users and a separate bulletin board in Korean exists, despite the luxurious materials and high cost.

I posted a question on a Korean bulletin board.

Several ripples soon followed, but nothing nutritious.

Most of the proposals were irresponsible, such as raiding a police box or a small military unit with like-minded comrades and robbing an arsenal.

The opinion of “John Naenon,” a spiritual mentor I usually respect, didn’t help either.

This is because South Korea’s security is not so easy.

If you want to rob a weapon, you can rob it, but there is no guarantee that you will be safe even after doing such a thing in a country plastered with high-resolution CCTVs at every corner.

At the moment when even a community that had joined by paying a monthly flat fee of $100 could not provide a sharp answer, an offer came in from an unexpected place.

“Is this an air-raid shelter? Doomsdayists are building these days.”

The name of the proposer was Kim Wang-soo, an employee of the construction company entrusted with the construction of the first air defense shelter.

His nationality is Chinese, that is, Korean-Chinese.

Until Kim Wang-soo revealed his identity, I thought he was born and raised in Korea.

Because he looked younger than me, dressed better, was more sophisticated, and spoke a fashion-conscious way of speaking.

Unlike other employees who tilted their heads at my request to build an air-raid shelter on empty land, Kim Wang-soo showed great interest in the air-raid shelter.

“There are many people like that in China. Party cadres and capitalist kids with connections to the party are scrambling to set up air-raid shelters in rural areas. It’s much bigger and more authentic than the boss’s.”

not only interest

Kim Wang-soo had considerable knowledge and insight, as well as information about China that I was unfamiliar with.

“War? Well, late or early, won’t it happen someday? It doesn’t appear in the western news, but the neighboring provinces around Inner Mongolia have all been eaten by monsters. Wouldn’t hundreds of millions of people have died if they couldn’t? The party desperately tries to stop it, but honestly, it’s all over. It will be a matter of time.”

He looked envious of my air-raid shelter and the ability to build it.

“You don’t seem to get along with me much due to the age difference, but you must have made a lot of money? He brought in even that kind of equipment on such a wide land.”

“Coin hit the jackpot.”

In fact, I am an extremely stable investor who has never even owned a stock, let alone a coin.

Even if you’re in debt.

“Coin. and-.”

Kim Wang-soo looked around and pushed his face toward me.

“Did you prepare something like a gun?”

“Gun?”

“yes. If the world really perishes, wouldn’t it be necessary to have a strong gun? If you have to build such a great air-raid shelter and stock up on supplies, if you get sick of the robbers, isn’t it a good idea?”

Kim Wang-soo spoke in the Yanbian dialect as if showing off.

That’s embarrassingly excessive.

It seemed that he was trying to show off that he had a connection with them.

Within the company, Kim Wang-soo is a person who is trusted a lot because he is sincere, kind, and clever.

To the extent that he is more recognized than an outsider with 10 years of experience called Manager Hong.

He was certainly a smart and smart man.

I started trading with the idea that I had to lose money.

The results were astonishing.

“Type 56, three. 300 rounds of ammunition. Three service magazines.”

It was a very good number of bullets, 300 rounds for three rifles.

The price was quite high, but there was no reason to refuse.

To prepare for the coming future, a decent firearm is indispensable.

When the construction of the shelter was nearing its end, Kim Wang-soo called me.

“president. Everything is ready. Shall we set a date?”

At that point, I was a little wary of Kim Wang-soo.

This is because, as a result of commissioning a private detective, they found out that Kim Wang-soo was a member of a triad organization centered on the mainland Han Chinese, not from Yanbian Korean-Chinese gangsters.

In preparation for all situations, I contacted Kim Wang-soo.

“Let’s wait a minute. A party will come with the goods.”

We stayed in silence for quite a long time in an obscure place covered by industrial waste.

The weather was chilly.

The air itself was not cold, but it was overcast and windy.

The gloomy background of Kim Wang-soo may also be the cause of the cold.

While the wait was getting longer, Kim Wang-soo looked at his cell phone from time to time.

I glanced at the screen to see a cute girl who looked like him, smiling broadly.

“Is this your daughter?”

“yes. She is my daughter.”

A faint smile appeared on the face of Kim Wang-soo, who had maintained an expressionless expression throughout, along with a blush.

“Are you seven years old? Guy Go, he’s cute.”

“hahahaha, it’s true that it’s cute, but it’s so eccentric, it’s really hard.”

Kim Wang-soo seemed to be exchanging messengers with the daughter.

A familiar messenger screen displayed an emoticon believed to have been sent by her daughter.

An emoticon of a penguin character tilting his head slightly and asking when he’s coming.

Kim Wang-soo answered in a simplified Chinese script that I could not understand.

Perhaps it meant that he would return soon.

Soon, a dump truck rattled across Old Man Kim’s land.

“I! I!”

Old Man Kim, who was inside the house, ran out of the house and tried to lose his temper, but when I showed up, he grumbled and went back into the house.

There was only one man in the dump truck, and there was no sign of any special attack or betrayal.

“Let’s start.”

By prior arrangement, we loaded the dump truck with industrial waste from my land.

While I was diligently moving the excavator and loading the waste into the dump truck, Wang-soo Kim’s colleague set the real thing down in the passenger seat.

things were certain.

Three Type 56 rifles with 300 rounds of 7.62mm bullets.

It was in good condition and worked without problems.

There was no betrayal by Kim Wang-soo and his company, which he worried about.

However, a little surprise awaited at the end.

Kim Wang-soo, who was about to get on the dump truck after finishing his work, suddenly got out of the car and approached me with threateningly agile movements.

“!”

In an instant, I expected a surprise attack, and in case of emergency, I even grabbed a hidden weapon in my pocket, but the situation went smoothly.

“Do you live alone?”

For a moment, I felt a creep from him, but I didn’t show it.

“no. Your party will be back soon.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, I think it’s an air-raid shelter that’s too wide to be used alone.”

“Because I like a spacious house.”

“I thought I could afford to live in a gosiwon.”

“Come if you have any problems. ”

“may I?”

“We need to help each other.”

Although he is called a thug, he seemed like a decent person at the root.

I thought that there would be nothing wrong with having him on the same side as long as there was a good carpenter and even a bully.

Above all, he is a loving father to a child.

The way he smiled at the text message sent by his daughter had enough warmth to see him again, no matter what kind of person he was.

“Thank you very much, but I will decline.”

“why?”

“Oh, I’m going back to my country soon.”

“China?”

“Injury.”

I still didn’t know what kind of person Kim Wang-soo was, but when he talked about Shanghai, I got the impression that I understood a little bit of what kind of person he was and what kind of thoughts he lived.

It was three years later that Kim Wang-su contacted him.

It was at a time when the war became visible and it became almost clear that catastrophe would come to the world.

The first phone call came.

It’s an unknown number.

The first mobile phone was used only at the point of three years ago, and after that, it is an object that is not used while maintaining only the contract.

Once the call was disconnected, the same number called again.

feel cheap

I looked through the closed circuit screens in the shelter and found that there was an unknown vehicle in my area.

In front of the vehicle, a man with a nervous face was smoking a burning cigarette with one hand in his pocket.

The moment I saw his face, I fell into trouble for a moment.

Will you meet him or ignore him?

Kim Wang-soo’s choice was faster than mine.

He opened the car door, said something to the invisible interior, and ran towards the air-raid shelter with terrifying agility.

In his hand was an ax stacked in a leather case.

by the way,

Must be an axe.

“…”

I picked up my first cell phone and called the number that had been ringing twice.

“oh. president?”

Kim Wang-soo warmly answered the phone.

Even while running at full power, he did not lose a single breath.

“Aren’t you Mr. Kim Wang-soo? What’s going on? suddenly.”

“I would like to say hello before leaving Korea.”

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

appeared before him.

From a distance, Kim Wang-soo could see a bright smile with his signature sad and cool mask.

He quickly closed the distance.

10 steps away.

He suddenly kicked his feet and rushed.

Like me, the ax I had hidden in my wrist was revealed and the leather case wrapped around the blade was thrown away.

I let out a shallow sigh as I watched the ax flying in a parabolic trajectory.

hooked!

The ax was lodged deep between the man’s shoulder and neck.

It is not Kim Wang-soo’s.

it’s mine

Kim Wang-soo, with a shocked expression on his face, was trying to turn his head toward me who had driven the ax blade into his body.

But his throat was no longer listening to him.

With every twitch of his muscles, fresh blood gushed out between the flesh and mass the ax had dug up.

I took a step to the side, removing my hand from the ax so he could see me.

Kim Wang-soo moved convulsively and swung the ax haphazardly.

His ax, however, only cut in vain in front of me with a gap of a hair’s breadth.

“Old, soldier…?”

He shook his head.

“Joe, a gangster?! no······!!”

“Why are you doing this?”

He let out a shallow sigh and glared at the dying man.

“I could give you a seat if you wanted to.”

The corners of Kim Wang-soo’s mouth went up.

“Xia, cd-d-mei…….”

That was his last will.

A cell phone popped out of his pocket as he collapsed.

When I unlocked it with his face still not cooled down, the messenger screen I had seen before appeared.

I couldn’t read the chat window full of simplified Chinese characters, but the emoticons released in Korea gave me a sense of déjà vu.

Shaking my head, when are you coming? A penguin character asking.

“······after.”

There was no time to indulge in sentiment.

The siren announcing a nuclear strike was roaring like it would tear your eardrums apart.

At that time, our old man Kim was alive.

*

How long has it been since the storm passed?

The Geiger counter beeped and let me know that it was okay to go out.

I rode an old four-wheeled vehicle that I had hidden in the air defense shelter and headed toward the air base.

just in case

however.

“Is there such a thing as a dog…”

A bitter sound comes out of your mouth.

Beyond the collapsed buildings are full of guns and weapons.

I don’t have the hunter equipment I was expecting, but even this much is a blast. It was more than enough to form a one-man army.

My rough plan to steal weapons from the military base after the world was roughly ruined was the answer in the end.

I looked in the direction where Kim Wang-soo had been riding.

A blackened, burnt-out car lay unsightly.

I still think about it sometimes.

Could he and his family have lived if he hadn’t made a deal with me?

I don’t think so.