Myeongdong Cathedral joint incense burner.
It was only a few days, but Se-young occupied the Blue House and Seoul and turned it into a lawless area that lost security. .
People mourned the dead as photos of the gruesome sights of Myeong-dong and the horrific deaths of white phosphorus bullets were posted.
Hundreds of people were injured, so the district office and social civic group set up a joint incense place for the bereaved in front of the Myeongdong Cathedral and took care so that people could burn incense.
There were so many casualties that the number of survivors staying at the incense burner was greater than the number of citizens who burned incense.
The sounds of weeping and weeping were unstoppable, and the streets of Myeong-dong were filled with white flowers and candles laid down by citizens, not to mention in front of the incense altar.
“The president and prime minister have just departed from the Blue House, and representatives of the opposition parties are also coming to the incense burner.”
After receiving the report from the secretary, Cao Yang Lee looked at the crowd sitting together and said,
“Let’s prepare for departure.”
Goodfield CEO Kim Jun-gu, Shinjin Foundation Lee Nam-hee, Aegis Security Kim Sang-pil, National Tax Service Deputy Chief Nam-gi-jeong, and NAN Finance Jung Jun-wook who joined later.
With the exception of Bluewing, where the Kim Jun-hyeok family was in a dispute over management rights due to the murder, all the people who had a grudge against Tak Se-young gathered.
And they were determined to regard not only Tak Se-young as a common enemy, but also the current government, which was making fun of them for the sake of Ilshin’s power and achievement.
In particular, the shock of Jung Jun-wook, who joined later, was severe.
The circumstances in which the deceased Jang Seung-cheol used his son Da-hoon as a bait to lure Tak Se-young to get rid of it, based on the past events of Lee Jo-yang, made speculations and became a fact.
Jung Jun-wook was the same with the rest of his family, but after learning of Jang Seung-cheol’s double beast-like conspiracy and the fact that President Jang Yong-hoo had closed his eyes, the blood spurted upside down and repeated screams and wailings, until he blacked out twice. .
From then on, fire burned brightly in Jung Jun-wook’s eyes.
It was the same for everyone who was together, but it was almost regrettable that Jang Seung-cheol, who would have been fussy even if he chewed it, died gracefully.
Lee Jo-yang especially gave a light advice to Jung Joon-wook like that.
“Junuk-ah, this is just the beginning. Don’t get excited. If you want to avenge our dead children a hundredfold and a thousandfold, be calm and cool.”
“Don’t worry. Brother.”
“I know that not everyone feels that way, but let’s think it’s for the sake of the kids and go to the funeral home and do the same.”
Hearing Lee Jo-yang’s words, the rest of the people also nodded, saying one word at a time not to worry.
To take revenge by killing Tak Se-young, even for the children who died unjustly and naturally, the goal of Jang Seung-cheol, who had been dreaming of his whole life, to get his father out of the presidency, was because everyone decided to follow without saying a word.
Lee Jo-yang looked at Kim Sang-pil, who was sitting crouching in one corner, with a large body.
Even Jung Jun-wook, whose reason had been blown away, was in good condition compared to Kim Sang-pil.
Kim Sang-pil’s revenge, who was the first to be sacrificed by Tak Se-young, and his 5th-generation son, beheaded, was beyond imagination.
It is because it was Kim Sang-pil who made the offer to use white phosphorus bullets.
In fact, it wasn’t even an offer. After finding out that Kim Sang-pil was preparing the plan, Lee Jo-yang first told Kim Sang-pal that he wanted everyone to participate.
However, although transformed into a representative of a company, Kim Sang-pil, a gangster by birth, began to work in the military industry, and his liver became too large.
Although Jo Yang Lee repeatedly showed me a big plan and purpose and took care of me, I knew better than anyone that it was a time bomb that could explode.
Because he was the one who raised him.
President Jang Yong-hoo, who stayed in the Blue House and never showed up despite the media’s requests and public criticism, visited the incense burner with the prime minister and representatives of the opposition parties.
“Come on where I am! Get out of here!”
“Go! You guys! I don’t want to see any! Go!”
“You’re worse! I’m dead because of you!”
“White phosphorus bullets, that’s what you ordered! Isn’t it? Humans, dead or not! You’re the ones who told me to shoot the white phosphorus bullets!”
“You murderer! Get out of the way! Die!”
As soon as the bereaved family saw the vehicles of the government and politicians, they reacted violently.
The president appeared in person, and the prime minister and representatives of the opposition parties bowed down, but to no avail.
As the bodyguards forcibly opened the road and moved to the incense burial, the bereaved family clasped hands and put their hands on the barrier to prevent further access.
Even the president and others could not hide their perplexed expression.
In addition, as time went by, the doorbell was not enough, and as time went on, he threw filth from here and there.
Although the bodyguards are covering them up instead, it was only a matter of time before they were robbed.
The longer they persisted, the more their anger grew.
Jang Yong-hoo, the prime minister, and representatives of the ruling and opposition parties turned away from the words of the security team that the bereaved family could turn into a mob.
That was then.
When the crowd blocking the front of the returning president and politicians suddenly opened left and right as if the Great Sea was splitting, they had a puzzled expression on their faces, wondering what was going on.
And Jang Yong-hoo’s expression hardened when he saw a group of people looking through the crowd.
The expressions of the secretary, the prime minister, and the representatives of the opposition parties also showed an unpleasant expression that could not be hidden for a moment.
This is because it was the business giants including Lee Jo-yang, a young group, who naturally made the road clear as the crowd, pouring out their intense emotions, quieted down.
Recently, their move has offended governments and politicians.
While the government has yet to offer a concrete alternative, it provides billions of dollars in compensation to each survivor of the white phosphorus bullets and makes astronomical donations, as well as public facilities and personal property destroyed by Tak Se-young’s occupation of Seoul. Because they generously donated money and manpower to restore it.
The problem was that these actions made the government and politicians appear more incompetent and made public opinion worse and worse.
In addition, the press conference held in the meantime became a problem.
They are all the genes that have lived through the ice politics of living by sticking knives in each other’s backs while hiding their true intentions with laughter.
Do you not know the sword hidden in the words of the Lee Jo-yang group at the press conference?
The condolences group Lee Jo-yang walked over and bowed politely to the president, prime minister, and representatives of the ruling and opposition parties.
The camera flashes of the reporters who were already waiting for that moment went off like an explosion.
click. click. click. click.
Ordinary citizens were also shooting real-time videos as if competing with their phone cameras.
Jang Yong-hoo’s eyebrows twitched when he saw the group of Lee Jo-yang with expressionless faces that showed no emotions at all.
It was because he felt the unfavorable coldness of Lee Jo-yang’s gaze as he looked at him.
Then a delegation of bereaved families cut between the two groups in an awkward silence.
“Welcome. Thank you for coming. Chairman.”
“Get out of the way! Why are you still here? Hurry up?”
Contrary to welcoming Lee Jo-yang with a sincere attitude, some of the bereaved family’s delegation pushed their shoulders toward the bodyguard where the president is located.
It was a moment of embarrassment and embarrassment throughout the country due to the stark contrast in front of the media and citizens.
Lee Jo-yang, who has already been involved in the delegation of the bereaved family, hugged familiar faces, held hands, and offered words of consolation, mourning and suffering.
The president of a country and the representatives of the opposition parties, who represent the political world, quickly turned into idiots and walked out of the arena, but no one paid any attention to them.
Even the reporters were busy capturing the beautiful moment of holding hands and hugging the condolences of Lee Jo-yang and the bereaved family.
With the sincere guidance of the bereaved family, the condolences group stood in front of the incense burner, regardless of who was the representative, standing side by side and standing side by side to make a wreath.
While Kim Jun-gu and others took a picture of the corner of the eye with their hands and pressed it, Jo-yang Lee looked at the portraits and tablets of the statues filled with a calm expression as much as possible.
‘It’s more than a normal life that I don’t even know, if I go like this, many people will remember it for a long time. Who would remember how ordinary people like you lived and died? If you look at it, shouldn’t you think that it was a meaningful death with a very precious sacrifice?”
Jo-yang Lee sincerely thought so.
Like tens of millions of ordinary humans, if you live a meaningless life and go, even if it is a sad death, if it is a meaningful death, your name will not remain.
Moreover, if you look at their fractions, they suffered a rather expensive death than a cheap life.
‘Your family has received money that you will never touch even if you work for the rest of your life. Don’t be too sad and don’t be sad.’
<Hey guard! look at this! Shiba! It’s really creepy, it’s absolutely disgusting! ㅡ->
Kyung-ho, who was a distant relative of his mother, who said that he had suffered this tragedy, looked at the message and paused.
This is because the title of the linked address caught our attention.
<The Ugly Truth of White Phosphorus and Donation Compensation> The guard touched the link address.
Kyung-ho, who checked the comments before checking the text, widened his eyes.
It’s a place where people often do surplus, but no matter how many comments they usually make, the number of comments is at the level of YouTube where it doesn’t exceed 20.
When I counted only the number of pages turned over, there were over a thousand comments.
“What? What text?”
The content of the main text was also the link addresses that were circulated somewhere.
When I clicked on the link, a video was played on my phone.
The picture quality was very clear and the focus was clear.
– Did you get the most out of it? -of course. You can’t just send him tic-tac-se-young. I’m going to pop it as wide as possible.
– All we have to do is blame the incompetent government bastards who couldn’t protect our innocent children.
-If it’s white phosphorus bullets, a lot of people will die, so no matter how much you wear it, you won’t be able to handle it. If you commit a crime, you should be punished.
Kyung-ho’s eyes widened as he listened to the conversations leaking through the speakers with the people in the video. His gaze automatically turned toward the incense burner. It was because the person in the picture was in front of the incense burner.
Even the people around, who were shoulder-to-shoulder due to the large crowd of condolences, instantly focused their eyes and ears on the conversation they heard on the guard’s phone.
When the brief conversation was over, the guard’s finger automatically moved to the next link.
And as time passed, the mourners watching the victims moved their eyes one by one to their cell phones, and the solemn incense burner began to murmur.
After the silence, Lee Jo-yang, who turned around together, made a bewildered expression.
Because the atmosphere was strange.
The surrounding citizens are buzzing and the atmosphere is dissipating, but strangely, everyone is staring at them.
Then the bereaved family could not hide their bewildered expression at the sight of the citizens.
“Why, why are you like this? Everyone?”
“Everyone, these are the people who are grateful for helping our bereaved family.”
“You must not do this.”
The bereaved families were sorry and could not hide their embarrassed expression, and they criticized the attitude of the people.
Then, in the crowd, someone raised an arm.
Then he showed the phone in his hand and said.
“You should listen to this.”
The bereaved family looked at the man who looked like a college student with puzzled eyes.
A college student man touched the screen and turned up the volume to the maximum.
However, the distance to the place where the bereaved was located and there was a bit of a buzzing noise, so it seemed difficult to hear.
However, as if worried about this, so many people, like you and a college student, touched the link address with the screen turned on.
Then, the sound of a speaker that seemed to have been combined with the sounds of hundreds of microphones resounded through the incense burner.
– What about the people there? There were people who didn’t evacuate.
-Why do we care that it is the government’s fault for failing to evacuate properly and it’s the fault of those who didn’t listen to us when we asked to evacuate? – It is the common people who are overflowing with this world. It’s overflowing with hundreds of deaths.
-If we can kill Tak Se-young using white phosphorus bullets, this country should thank us for that sacrifice.
– You can compensate me. It’s not like we’re politicians, you don’t know what to wipe your mouth out.
– We’re different from them.
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