Burn!

ep 36 D-10 

"Is this really it?"

"Yes brother, I haven't eaten for days, just investigating! You have to admit it!"

"I'll check it out."

The blind spot here is the overlap of Myung-heon, Cheol-woo, and Dahae's acquaintances. 

Since they promised

Because they promised to protect at least their acquaintances from terrorism.

"Cheolwoo. Do you recognize any of the names on this list?"

"Myung-heon. Do you recognize any names?"

Both answered no.

Fortunately, none of my acquaintances were here in the neighboring building where the explosives were going off. 

I have to ponder. 

How can I call them to the Samcheol Tire Convention Center on October 21, Police Day. 

How to lure them in and lead them. 

'Oh, right, I should ask Dahae too.

"Hello?"

"It's Dahae. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing much after the cafe!"

"Can I see you for a minute?"

"Great!"

We met at 7:30. 

Our favorite kimchi stew restaurant. 

She loved kimchi stew that much. 

Our favorite place

'It's chilly, why don't you come here'

It's now 7:50. I call her, but she doesn't answer. 

Eight o'clock. 8:10, no 8:30. 

"Dahye, what's wrong?"

The text message says. I wait patiently. 

That was the last time. 

No more calls from her, no more waiting. The next news came from an unexpected source.

"There's been a fatal rear-end collision in the center of Seoul. The victim is a woman in her 20s. The driver was identified as an ethnic Korean."

"The alleged perpetrator drove a work dump truck and rear-ended the victim as she was crossing a traffic light and fled, killing her instantly. The police are trying to identify the driver and will issue a public appeal as soon as they do."

"....." 

I knew in my gut. 

Who paid for this and how premeditated it was. I could tell. 

They would take what was mine until the end. 

My body shakes and tears well up in my eyes. I can't forgive them. 

I guess it wasn't meant to be. 

I locked myself in the house for two days after Dahae's funeral. 

As expected, her funeral was quiet. 

The place was deserted, with only a few drunken visits from his mom. 

Jihoon came to visit and shed a few tears. 

I didn't cry, I was just sorry. I'm sure he died because of me. 

I'm sure the Korean was hired by Choi Sun-mi's people, and he's probably out of Korea by now. 

I don't need to find the killer. 

Because of what I heard at the funeral.

"I'm sorry for your loss, boyfriend, but we found narcotics near the spot where your girlfriend was killed."

"Did the deceased use drugs or have anything to do with it?" 

It's obvious who did it, it's a crap shoot, and there are no answers. 

Why didn't he sign his own instructions? 

"I'll kill them all. 

He quickly picks up the phone. 

"The big day is coming, all mercenaries, meet at my house."

"Meet now, it's urgent." 

The meeting is called. 

Start of ep36.5

I am reminded now. 

"Our plan is simple, around the time of the Police Day event. We'll enter the Tire building."

"The meeting is at 12:00, so we'll be there at 9:00 to set up. The meeting is unofficially announced, so hopefully there will be no professional security."

"Look at the topographical map of the building that I handed out. This is how we'll place the bombs in their respective areas."

At this point, a question came up.

"What about our safety when the bomb goes off?"

"I will be the only one left. I will evacuate you all before then."

"The police won't be here right away. They'll have a distraction, and it's a weekend, so they won't be as vigilant."

"You'll be stowaways for a few months after the attack, then you can come back in."

"I'm paying for all of it.

"But how do we get paid when you're dead?"

"I'll put the money in an account in your name and give you the password right before you die."

"I see." 

My head aches like it's going to split open. 

Is this what I wanted? 

What is justice and what is my answer? 

The cheese continues to bark. 

I wonder if he sensed my fate. 

I have no woman to raise it, no one to leave it to. I hit the road. 

I'm an asshole. 

"I'm sorry I came back so late."

"What's going on?"

"I just came to say hi."

"How many days are left?"

"Four days. I've got it all planned out."

"Good. Good job. What's with the puppy? Did you ever have a puppy?"

"I have one last favor for you, Dean."

"What is it, asshole?"

"Cheolwoo, please take care of this poor guy."

"My girlfriend died, and I don't have anyone to take care of him. I'm sorry until the end."

"Asshole, I'm allergic."

"One last favor, big brother. Please spare this guy."

"....."

There's a moment of silence. He suddenly shakes my hand.

"Thanks, bro. For coming to see me. I'll do my best to raise him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, asshole."

"When are you leaving for Brazil?"

"In two days."

"Okay."

"Okay, okay, I'll take this asshole with me."

"Why is his name Cheese?"

"I found him in front of my house. It was raining and he was neglected, so he had sad eyes."

"So I named him Cheese to make him smile all the time."

"Then it's not kimchi?"

"I don't like it because my dad beat me with kimchi once."

"Okay, if you're not busy, come in and eat. I've made miso stew."

I eat the warm food. Tofu and beans go down in my stomach. 

I give Cheol-woo a lot of information about cheese. 

He writes it down while sneezing continuously. I wonder if I can't go back. 

All of this. The world is harsh. 

He also tells him the terrorism-related states on the spot. 

Chulwoo also wrote down the names of the stocks. 

Thank you, brother. 

There are moments when sorry is not enough to convey our feelings. 

Sorry, thank you, and love are just words and promises that we give meaning to, so we have to make a phone call. 

On the way back home. 

I declare war. 

"Hello?"

"Sir, how may I help you?"

"That voice is still the same...."

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