Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Like Being Shot by a Bullet
Snatch.
I grabbed one of the guys by his face.
Whoosh!
Then, I flung him out of the second floor. Another guy approached with his fists up soon after. I dodged each blow before throwing a screw punch at him. He flew off the second floor as well. Another one aid a middle kick at . I caught the foot. Then, using him as a bat, I began knocking the other guys over.
Pow!
Crash!
Wham!
Crash!
Two n flew before I threw the guy I had been using as a bat after him.
Whoosh!
Crash!
That took care of those five n.
“Now just 23 more.”
I looked down at the first floor. Those terrorists were looking up at , every one of them looking shocked. A sexy, pretty young girl had killed five terrorists by herself. With a smile, I began to recite the Hunminjeongeu.
“Because the speech of this country is different from that of China, it does not match the letters. Therefore, even if the ignorant want to communicate, many of them, in the end, cannot state their concerns.”
Just then the leader shouted at .
“How you! Fucking man!”
“I’m a girl. You fucking man.”
“What?!”
“I said I’m a girl, you idiot.”
Is he blind? How am I a man? I’m a girl. Anyways, I gestured for them to co on up. They all aid their guns at as the leader shouted.
“Fire!”
Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!
Thousands of bullets flew towards and I dodged them all by running backward. The terrorists all started to run up the stairs to catch , and that’s exactly what I wanted. It’s easier to get rid of them all of them at once if they stayed together.
“Heh.”
I ran towards the stairs.
***
Ta-da.
As soon as I appeared at the head of the stairs, the n all aid their guns at . But none of them could shoot. The space was too narrow. If they all shot at , then one of their own might get hit. For , on the other hand, it didn’t matter since all of the n were my targets. So I grabbed one of the n by his head, brought him down, took his gun, and began to shoot.
Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!
“Aah!”
“Aah!”
“Argh!”
Aaaah!”
I killed all the n on the stairs, one by one. But that’s what happened. The n on the first floor began to shoot at with no care for their colleagues. Once again, I had all these bullets flying at and I blocked them using the body of one of the terrorists. Just then, so of the special agents began climbing in through the second-floor window.
‘Oh no!’
This was bad. The mont the special force ca in, the terrorists would freak. And if that happened, they would kill their hostages. And my predictions ca true.
“All kill!” the terrorists shouted. A few of them ran towards the agents and the others aid their guns at the hostages.
“No!”
I took a dagger from the guy I had been using as a shield and threw it at the terrorists.
Whoosh!
Thud!
The dagger got the terrorist. I took another dagger and threw it at another terrorist. With lightning speed, I repeated it until four of the five who had been aiming their guns at the hostages were dead. There was one more left. The leader. I threw another dagger at him, but unfortunately, it had only cut his wrist. I jumped down and landed right in front of him. Then, I punched him the stomach.
Pow!
“Ergh!”
I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him slowly. More than ten hostages had already been killed by his guy. This piece of shit.
“Next ti, I hope you’re reborn as a worthless pig.”
I tightened my grip on the guy’s neck. As he began to lose air, he started to flail. Just then, I heard a gun aid at from behind my left shoulder. I imdiately grabbed a bullet from the leader’s hip as I turned and threw the dagger at the terrorist, but the terrorist was a tad faster. He had already pulled the trigger.
Thud.
The terrorist went down but so did I. This was my first ti getting shot. My left shoulder now had a bullet inside, and there was blood everywhere.
“Er…”
Wow, that hurt. Just then, the leader, whose neck had been in my grasp up until now, was now looking through his pockets. He was probably searching for the button to set off the bomb. Too bad for him, I have it.
“Looking for this?” I said, taking out the button and waving it in front of him. The leader’s jaw dropped, wondering how I had gotten it. A crazed expression ca over his face.
“You want this?” I asked, my shoulder still bleeding.
“Please…” the leader said, looking desperate. So, I threw the button at him. He looked extrely happy and he pressed the button.
Beep.
But the bomb didn’t go off. The leader looked confused. He pressed it again.
“Beep.”
“?”
Beep.
“??”
Beep beep.
“???”
Beep beep beep.
“????”
Beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!
“What?!” he exclaid in shock. He stared at , silently asking what was going on. I shrugged with a smirk. Sorry to say that I had damaged the button while I had it. No matter how many tis he clicked it, the bomb would not go off. Looking angry, he tried to grab . I sent a kick flying to his head.
Pow!
***
It was over for the terrorists. Completely over. There were twelve casualties. Ten hostages and two special agents. And the thirty terrorists dead. No, wait. 29 were dead. The leader was still alive. And I was on my way to the hospital.
“Ahh…”
My left shoulder was wrapped up in gauze, but it still hurt.
“Sian, are you okay?” Miyeon said, looking at all sad. She told that she had kept praying during my surgery. I guess the heavens had listened to her because my shoulder was healing quickly. But then again, that could just be my powers. The doctor was shocked as well.
“Hey, I’m okay. Don’t worry,” I said, patting Miyeon on the head. Miyeon smiled.
“It’s hard to believe you’re only human.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I saw everything. The way you were fighting with the terrorists.”
“Oh.”
She saw everything. A lot of people had. Luckily, there had been no caras. All the security caras had been damaged and none of the hostages had any plans to record while their life was at stake. So all they had were their mories.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Hang on.”
Miyeon headed over to the door and opened it. A middle-aged black man walked in with two other well-built black n standing on either side of him. Behind them was an interpreter.
“I am president,” the middle-aged man said with a smile. I sat up and gave him a small bow. Wow, the president himself. I guess I did do sothing rather incredible. The president said sothing and the interpreter translated.
“He wants to thank you for taking down the terrorists. He’s also grateful that you’re still alive.”
“Tell him thanks.”
The interpreter did just that with a smile of his own. The president said sothing else, which the interpreter translated again.
“The special agents told him what had happened, and he thinks it’s amazing. It was rather unbelievable. He wanted to know if you’re a special soldier back in Korea.”
“No. I’m just a mber of a K-pop group called Lovely Girlz.”
The interpreter translated what I said and the president seed shocked. He gave a thumbs up and then he spoke again.
“He heard that Taekwondo is famous in Korea. Do girls in Korea learn it there?”
“Yes,” I said with a nod. The interpreter continued to translate.
“To show his thanks, the president would like to grant a piece of land to you.”
“Hahaha. Well, I’d be sad if he just said it in words.”
“What?”
“I an, I accept,” I said with a smile. The president smiled back. And just like that, I owned a piece of land here. There’s no need for to reject it. Maybe I can erect a building on the land or sothing.
“Anyways, he wishes you a speedy recovery and would like to have dinner with you before you go back to Korea.”
“Tell them I accept,” I said with a nod. The president smiled and nodded back.
After I t with the president, Byung-hoon walked in. Byung-hoon Lee. Surprisingly, he had been very concerned about . Apparently, at the sound of gunshots, he tried to run in himself to save . Whether or not it was just for show, I was grateful all the sa.
“Sian, are you seriously okay?” Byung-hoon asked, looking worried. And sorry.
“Of course. See.”
I held up my shoulder, still wrapped up in bandages. It was rather sexy actually. I was still very attractive.
“That’s good. Mr. Park called and it was crazy.”
“Oh? Mr. Park called?”
“Yeah. He saw it on the news. Mr. Lee was in so much trouble. We could hear the cursing from the roof.”
“Can’t bla him.”
Honestly, of course, Jinwoo would be pissed. He cared about , so he probably wasn’t in his right state. He’s probably on his way here as we speak.
“He’s on his way here.”
“What?”
Wow, he’s coming. That was nice of him.
“He’ll probably arrive tonight. Anyways, it’s really good that you survived.”
“Right.”
“Did you see the comnts? Your fans are all worried about . I bet they’re all coming here as well,” Byung-hoon said with a smile.
“I’ll have to post on my Twitter to tell them not to,” I said.
My fans. Every ti I thought of them, my heart swelled. They were like family to .
“Get so rest. How’s the hospital food?”
“I haven’t had any yet.”
It’s true. I haven’t had any food yet.
“Oh, okay. You should get so food. I’ll get sothing really good.”
“A lot of it, please.”
“Don’t worry. I know.”
With a smile, Byung-hoon left. I wonder what he would buy? I hoped he would buy a lot of it. I was excited. Africa has a lot of good local specialties, right? Now I seriously want to eat. I’m so hungry!!!
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