Chapter 811 Hanging on the Southeast Branch! (First Update!)

Park Eun-joo spoke sincerely, and looked like he was really thinking about Kim Soo-myeong.

However, with this guy's betrayal before him, Kim Soo-myeong subconsciously chose to ignore anything he said now.

He stood in front of the map of South Korea and looked at it with burning eyes.

This is an enlarged map, a map to encourage the Korean people.

On this map, the whole of Asia was moved northward, and the whole of South Korea appeared very large, almost occupying a quarter of the map.

Kim Soo-myeong stretched out his hand blankly and stroked the map. At the same time, the words he had said in the past kept emerging in his mind.

He remembered the coups d'état of the year and the people who died.

He also remembered the panic, fear, and despair of those people before they died.

When he was young and frivolous, he saw a movie from the United States. The protagonist of that movie said to the sun that he wanted to become the president of America.

It was also because of that movie that he once shouted to the sun that he wanted to become the president of South Korea.

Decades later, he became president, but he did not lead South Korea out of this chaos as he had promised.

The First and Third Field Armies in the North were both mobilized, but in order to guard against the people in the north, the First and Third Field Armies did not mobilize large forces, only small forces went south, preparing to come to Seoul.

The Second Field Army is gathering troops on a large scale and is also preparing to come to Seoul.

These are the army.

He also has the Air Force, the 707 Special Forces, and the Navy.

As long as these three forces obey his orders completely, let him...

Before the thought in his mind was finished, a 30-year-old officer hurriedly opened the door and appeared behind Kim Soo-myung:

"Mr. President, just now, the commanders of the Air Force and the Navy each issued a statement that they are only loyal to the country, not to anyone."

"So they can't help with this chaos."

The young officer almost gritted his teeth to say this sentence, and as soon as he finished speaking, Kim Soo-myung, who was originally confident, immediately lowered his head.

There were bursts of sneers.

The sound was very light at first, but soon, the light laughter turned into a big laugh, with desolation, disappointment, intimacy, and anger in the laughter.

In the laughter, Jin Xiuming extended his right hand to the young officer:

"Give me your gun!"

"What?" The young officer took a step back and looked at the president in front of him with an incredible face.

This...

In South Korea, it is normal for the president to go to jail. It is abnormal for the president not to go to jail, but no matter what, he can still keep his life in jail.

And those who can be presidents have their own relationships and connections. Even if they are not presidents, their lives will not be too bad.

Why did he suddenly think of drawing a gun?

Facing the curious eyes of the young officer, Jin Xiuming shook his head and waved his hand again: "Give me the gun."

The young officer hesitated for a moment, but still took off the pistol hanging on his waist and handed it to Jin Xiuming. At the same time, he demonstrated to the other party how to load and load bullets.

Taking the pistol in his hand and playing with it carefully, Jin Xiuming loaded the bullet and turned to the controlled Park Yinzhu.

He raised his hand without hesitation and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A gunshot, red and white, wrapped in bullets, flew out from behind Park Yinzhu's head.

Park Yinzhu, who had caught a bullet with his forehead, fell to the ground after the gunshot.

His eyes were wide open, as if he could not believe until his death that the president who promoted them, and the president who was like a brother to them, was willing to shoot him at this critical moment.

Shooting and killing, Jin Xiuming took the gun and turned to the desk on the other side.

This desk was full of demands from those in the chaotic areas.

All of them were demands such as opening tariffs, reducing food subsidies, and reducing other subsidies.

Jin Xiuming searched frantically in these documents, and finally found all the non-repetitive demands.

All were piled on the table, a thick pile.

Looking at the text of these demands, the smile on his face became even crazier.

Turning his head, he asked the cabinet members who were still following him:

"If I want to pass a bill to agree to their demands, is there any way to get the bill passed quickly?"

Several cabinet members listened to him, and their eyes were a little evasive at first, but soon, their eyes were full of madness.

The Minister of Finance raised his hand and pointed at the gun in his hand: "This is just right!"

"We draft those bills as quickly as possible, and then enforce them in the name of the president. If they disagree with Congress, we will beat them until they agree."

"Anyway, everyone has torn their faces now, so there is no need to continue pretending."

After receiving the advice of the cabinet members, Jin Xiuming did not hesitate at all and immediately began to give orders:

"Draft a bill on import and export tariffs, focusing on grain, agricultural products and meat imports."

"All grain, agricultural products and meat imports, zero tariffs, no matter which country they come from, are zero tariffs."

"Don't they want to eat cheap meat? Don't they want to eat cheap grain?"

"Let's help them!"

"They can't always think of Hayek's big hands when they are eating meat. They also need to know that Hayek's big hands can not only stir up the world, but also hit people."

After the clerk next to him took note of what he just said, Jin Xiuming started talking about other bills.

"Domestic subsidies for grain, agriculture and agricultural machinery will be cancelled. Whoever likes to grow food can do it..."

"Remove restrictions on industrial and commercial occupation of agricultural land in various places..."

"Defining the Agricultural Mutual Aid Association as a terrorist organization and demanding its immediate disbandment..."

One instruction after another came from Jin Xiuming's mouth. The further he went on, the more frightened the person who recorded the words became.

In the end, he asked directly: "Mr. President, this... I'm afraid it will cause chaos in South Korea, right?"

"Isn't it already chaos?" Jin Xiuming asked, taking the notebook recording the text from the record officer's hand, and casually explained:

"The current situation is that we are losing. It doesn't matter whether I live or not, but you will definitely be liquidated when the time comes."

“Instead of losing alone, it’s better to lose both ways and let everyone die together.”

He took the pen and revised it for a while, then handed it to the Finance Minister beside him:

"Within half an hour, I'm going to see these bills, and then I'm going to sign them myself and issue them directly."

The Minister of Finance reached out to take the notebook, turned around and took several other people out to sort out related bills.

Within 20 minutes, they reappeared with printed bills.

In the room, Jin Xiuming was ready for everything.

Under the gaze of the camera, he took the bill documents and examined them carefully bit by bit.

After confirming that there was no problem, he signed his name on it with a pen without any hesitation.

Then arrange for the young officers who have been around to personally carry copies of these bills to the Capitol.

Get people in Congress to sign it.

For his part, he chose to tweet the bills directly.

Don’t you dislike me for standing in front of you so that you can’t eat cheap food?

Now, give you a chance.

After sending the edited message to Twitter, Jin Xiuming threw the phone aside, took the pistol left by the officer in his hand again, took it apart, and reassembled it.

Then load the bullets one by one.

He wanted to commit suicide directly, but suicide was pointless.

Suicide is not sensational enough.

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After some careful consideration, he felt that he should die on the way to charge. Only in this way could he better plant nails for those behind him and let them die.

He loaded the last bullet into the magazine, opened the safety of the pistol, and shook it casually. He felt it was very comfortable.

Putting the pistol aside, he held his chin in his hands, looked at the people in front of him, and said softly:

"You can leave now, and then you can sell me."

"But my only condition is that you can help me raise my child and tell him that his father is not a coward."

The few cabinet members who remained were considered to be Jin Xiuming's loyal supporters. After hearing his decisive words, they all spoke up and wanted to stay.

But they were all rejected by Jin Xiuming.

After driving all these people away, Jin Xiuming was the only one left in the spacious room. He was leaning on the president's chair and scrolling through his cell phone boredly.

They all decided to die, so Jin Xiuming decided to watch some videos that he had not watched before.

Then, beneath those dancing videos, he was commenting wildly.

The world is declining and morals are corrupt...

When he swiped the phone until it ran out of battery, the door to the office was suddenly opened, and a dozen people in military uniforms stood in front of the door.

After the gate opened, those in military uniforms naturally retreated to both sides, leaving the road in the middle.

Not long after, the commander of the Second Field Army, Kim Tae-nam, slowly appeared.

He put his hands behind his back, glanced at the people in the office, and asked contemptuously:

"Jin Xiuming, did you ever think that such a day would come?"

Looking at Jin Tainan who appeared in front of him with his hands behind his back very proudly, Jin Xiuming narrowed his eyes, suddenly grabbed the pistol that he had hidden under the tree, and started to pull the trigger frantically at the person in front of him.

The standard DP51 pistol in the Korean army contains a total of 13 rounds of 9mm Parabellum pistol ammunition.

These 13 bullets, driven by Jin Xiuming's crazy firing, all hit Jin Tainan.

Perhaps thinking that this trip would be easy, or perhaps thinking that Jin Xiuming would not resist, Kim Tae-nam did not choose to wear a body armor, but just casually wore an ordinary officer's camouflage uniform.

13 bullets drilled 13 holes in his body. The bullets that penetrated his body rolled and collided in his body.

The entire time from when Kim Tae-nam was shot to when he died did not exceed one minute.

It wasn't until he lay on the ground, vomiting blood, and then thrashing violently that he lay flat completely. The soldiers standing at the door raised their heads as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Pull the trigger on Jin Xiuming in the room.

The gunshots were like thunder and the bullets were like beans, pouring on Jin Xiuming like a heavy rain.

In just a moment, he was beaten into a sieve.

The gunfire stopped, and a hurried footsteps broke into the crowd.

He was Kim Tae-nam's son, Kim Myung-soon, who also served in the Second Field Army.

He separated from the crowd and saw at a glance the father lying in a pool of blood, and Jin Xiuming, who was beaten into a bloody gourd.

With a wow, Jin Mingshun knelt down in front of her father's body, holding her father's body and crying.

He cried and cried, and then he lost his voice.

Because he wanted to laugh now.

Forcing down the smile in his heart, he raised his hand and pointed at Jin Xiuming's body still lying on the chair, and roared:

"Take this guy's body to me, throw it outside and find a tree to hang it. I want everyone to know that this guy killed my father, and I want him to be buried with my father!"

The soldiers blocking the door filed in, passed the two fathers and sons on the ground, came to Jin Xiuming's body, lifted the body, and slowly walked out of the room.

The presidential palace of South Korea is at the foot of the mountain, and the most abundant thing around is trees for hanging people.

It didn't take much effort for the group of soldiers to find a suitable crooked tree, find two hemp ropes, hang a noose on the crooked tree, and then hang Jin Xiuming's body in it.

The hemp rope was a bit long, and the body hanging on it was still swaying gently in the wind, as if the wronged soul of this person had returned at this moment.

The soldiers were afraid, but Jin Mingshun was not afraid. He carried the body of his old father on his back, stood under the body of Jin Xiuming that was swaying in the wind, took a selfie with his mobile phone, posted it on Twitter, and added a copy.

[The price of resisting the tyrant, my father, have a good journey! ]

…………

At the American Garrison Base in Yongsan District, a hurried intelligence officer, holding a fresh piece of intelligence in his hand, walked through the building, and finally personally delivered the intelligence to the commander of the garrison base, Akalu Morinai.

Akalu took the intelligence and didn't care much at first, but he glanced at it casually, his eyes widened in an instant, and he took the intelligence and read it again.

After reading it, he handed the intelligence in his hand to Nicholas opposite with a strange look on his face:

"Mr. Paul, I think you may need to take a look at this intelligence, and also need to report to our dear General Dena."

"Oh? Let me see what's going on!" Nicholas, who turned into Paul, took the intelligence casually, read a few sentences, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Then there was foul language.

"Is this guy named Jin crazy? His family probably doesn't want these bills anymore."

"Fuck, are these people so crazy? They killed the president right in the office and hung his body on the tree at the door."

"What's wrong with this guy named Jin Mingshun? He even carried his father's body and took selfies under their president's body?"

"Is he crazy?"

"Why are these people so perverted?"

After scolding these people for being perverted, Nicholas returned the information to Akalu, then stood up and patted his butt:

"Lieutenant Colonel Akalu, I still need to discuss two cooperations, so I won't bother you."

"If you have some special orders and need some special things, I welcome you at any time!"

"Goodbye!"