Chapter 1431: 1431 7

Dog breeders head from the ninth floor, the top floor again, to the first floor lobby on the stairs.

"Reciprocating and all... this is a pain in the ass. Besides, we're moving around wearing this now..."

It's pretty hard to wear cardboard and keep moving down the stairs and hallways at the middle hips.

The time limit has already been exceeded, but the assassins never attacked.

(It would be inconvenient for the other side if I killed him now. There's no way they're going to kill me at the moment. And you know I spotted it and you're deliberately delaying it, and you're upset about it? I feel that way. No, is that optimistic? It would be convenient for us if you did it)

While I was thinking about it, I finally arrived in the lobby.

"I feel like a turtle."

Turn the cardboard box, the dog owner shrugs. Drive the box to the corner of the lobby.

Keep it a double bottom trick inside the cardboard. And as a fake, keep the knife or ice pick at the bottom of the box. But fate is a handmade bomb hidden inside a double bottom and a handmade poison gas.

(There's a good chance they'll notice this double bottom trick. I hope you're satisfied with the knife and the ice pick as hidden)

He was a dog breeder who prayed that his enemies were not careful.

Then, while in the lobby, fully armed soldiers show up again.

And from among the soldiers, a recognisable energetic looking white middle-aged man appeared. Cornelis Van Damme.

The chill and intensity were turned to the gaze of the cohabited abomination, and the dog owner smiles happily

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

He's a dog breeder who honestly didn't think he'd show up at this time, but he's not particularly upset.

I wanted to see you.

Van Dam utters a voice that pushed his anger to death.

"You didn't think it was dangerous? I can't believe I bothered to be in the same hotel as the person I framed."

I was a dog breeder asking that, but I thought maybe there would be. If someone with a grudge is his opponent, he should want to chisel in the near field.

"What do you mean, dangerous? I have all the private soldiers, as you can see. You are alone. We've also confirmed that you don't have a gun. How do you think this is gonna put me in danger?

Van Damme shrugs his shoulders, lifts one corner of his mouth, and laughs sarcastically.

Seeing that makes a mockery of the dog owner too.

"I like to be framed, but I also like to be framed. Of course, I don't like being left framed. I can't wait to see that pleasure when I attack back at a guy who's been using his shark hands - who assumes he's in a safe zone and absolutely fine, without any basis. The guy with the proud, sloppy grin is awesome when he turns blue in no time and hesitates all the time, huh?

A grin disappeared from Van Dam's face and he looked intrigued, putting his hand on his chin to the unscrupulous dialogue of the dog breeder who just said that was you in the future.

"Hmm. I mean, in this situation, you still think you're gonna fight back at me and try to kill me? You think it's got an arithmetic?

"I wonder. Either way, you don't feel like an out-of-the-box crisis. You mean narcissistic, or intense thoughts? Oh, does that mean the same for both of us?

"Hmm. You're bothering to provoke me like that... you want me to walk away from here?

"No way. At a time when you're complacent about the difference in power, that won't be possible. It's just an ambush."

"Voltage line?"

Van Damme raised an astonishing voice.

"When you ruin in this building, remember what I just said, a vortex to die regretting it. Like doubling your remorse when you die."

A grin returns to Van Dam's face, too, to the dog breeder who smiles and says it out.

"That's really funny. And interesting. I just want to know what you're up to. And from what I can tell, it's your idea that makes me feel better. Or have you gone mad and even into a paranoid world?

"Paranoia superior. I used to work on turning paranoia into a story and entertaining people, didn't I? But then it wasn't enough, and I started creating real life stories. The story of my creation also incorporated the couple and danced in it. How'd it go? Did you enjoy my story?

"I was going to ask you later about it."

Even to that blatant provocation of a dog breeder, Van Damme doesn't break his smile.

"If we are all kind, if we have a heart that can think of people, we can have a good world. You write those sentences, and what you're doing is the opposite of that."

"That's the truth. But the world in which that truth came true is both a boring ideal place and the world I least want."

The dog owner was ashamed to quote the text of a novel he had written, while honestly stating what he thought.

"So... let me ask you an answer to what I most want to hear"

Van Damme narrows his eyes and erases a grin from his mouth.

"Why did you teach me Kate's qualities? For justice? To warn you? Or is it also a grudge?

"It's all off. I just didn't like your wife. And I was in a position to push the switch."

"You don't know what that means. I'm glad you refrain from making abstract representations."

"I knew your character. An over-degree loving wife who worships Kami like a goddess in silly circles. But what do you do when your fantasies collapse in the worst possible way? I was reading that you were going to kill Mr. Kate. But did I misread it? Does that mean you resent me, Mr. Kate, for committing suicide?

"Here's the question you're asking. Answer this question first. That's not the answer in the current language."

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Seeing Van Damme looking a little rushed, the dog owner giggles.

"That's the answer now. If this isn't the answer, it means you're short. I don't understand a person named me. I can't measure it with your dicky tangent. Wouldn't you?

"Phew..."

Exhale loudly and shake your neck sideways again and again, Vandam.

"Sounds like you're absolutely right. Sure it is. It's completely out of my comprehension, such as you. But even though I don't understand it, I could recognize it. I... have lived for more than fifty years, and I don't know anything as vague and crappy as you. I've never seen it before. There are so many joking people in the world..."

"All of them are the best compliments ~ su"

A dog keeper who lets his grin stick, hands along his chest, and courtesy him with respect.

"Are you married, too? And yet you're telling me that you've imitated the way you tear our couple apart?

When I saw the wedding ring put on the dog owner's finger, Vandam said.

"I had Kami too... but you don't know the sadness of a broken heart or the despair of a broken love. 'Cause he passed away feeling right in front of me."

The dog owner says with an ambiguous look.

"You said I didn't understand you, did you? But I don't think so. I understand one thing."

"Huh? What?

A dog breeder who sounds intrigued by Van Damme's words.

"To my mind, you're the kind of person who laughs naggingly, even if they kill you. When I die, I don't panic, I don't grieve, I don't resent who I killed. But... there is a way to humiliate you."

That's all I said, Van Damme laughed.

"I've spotted your soft spot. What you value most - it's your fan. It is not a grudge that has tarnished your work that you set up an organization called Fire Abandonment Way BBA to bring together those who want to discredit your work. Wouldn't that be because you got the grief of a fan?

"What makes you think that?

The dog owner asks in the guise of tranquillity, even though he is severely upset that Van Damme has completely spotted him. For the first time here, the dog owner's heart rocked tremendously.

"Because there's no other reason. It is also odd that the work moves with the resentment of an individual who has been molested. I read through all your work and felt like I was going to make it, no matter how beaten you are, the type that turns it into energy. Prefer adversity and make it a stepping stone. It's a very nasty type for an enemy. The regulators are even turning it into a story, trying to turn it into an eye vendetta. What if you were to kill them for something other than your own resentment? The reason is limited."

"Really? The truth is, he could have just desperately pushed and killed a bunch of regulators because he was so annoyed that he didn't want to kill them, right? And I couldn't stand it, and I killed him."

"Really? - Let me give you the same dialogue back. If so, you have no idea what I'm going to do, do you?

Van Damme, who tells in plenty of mean tones, had largely predicted what he was going to do.

"Everything about your truth, exposing your readers, should be fine, too, right? You've killed scattered people before, and you've been the head of the backstreet organization. Besides, that organization is really nasty." The Formalin-Pickled President "- isn't it exactly as if your evil hobby novel has become reality as it is"

(I knew it...)

The dog owner took a big sigh.

"You may not believe me, but I'm not the one who made a formalin-pickled president such an evil hobby organization."

"You can trust me on something else, okay? I don't know how your readers will receive it."

To Van Damme, who spreads the unpleasant grin of full evil people and says it away, the dog owner had completely lost his spare time and his grin had disappeared.

"But you can also be a writer's book. Most importantly, I don't know that the most conscious person is the reader of the work."

(Naturally. These are the people who took my soulful work. They're hurting me for doing my work. I'm crying in front of you. No one will know how I feel when I see it.)

Dog breeder who receives Van Damme's dialogue and speaks without speaking to his voice. This is pretty embarrassing for a dog owner to say.

"So, you think you're gonna kill me, too? Is the body covered up and treated as missing?

"Oh? Why do you think I'm going to kill you?

"Well, if you keep it alive, you'll argue, and most importantly, in retaliation, even your beloved Virgin's nature will be exposed, right? No, is it better in the past form if I loved you?

Following the dog breeder's allegations, Vandam's expression changed dramatically. The grin disappears without a moment, the strong tense eyes narrow, wrinkles carved between the eyebrows, and the mouth tightens.

(I'm so angry at him. Could it be... No, after all, this guy didn't kill Kate? Did Kate kill herself?

That's what the dog breeder thought, right after--

A dull breaking noise echoed in the lobby. Those whose soldiers make simultaneous noises - turn toward the entrance to the hotel and put up guns.

"Don't shoot."

Seeing those who appear there, Van Damme commands them short. I knew they couldn't control me, but I didn't let them attack me.

"Oh, Barr, thank you so much for coming. Thanks for the help."

Easily kicks open the automatic door of the toughened glass that won't even let the rifle bullets through, and the dog owner shouts a joyous voice towards the viper who came inside.

But Viper stopped his legs on the way, and turned back his heels curly, wondering if he had become a flashing face.

"I'm leaving..."

"Sorry, I won't say it again, so forgive me..."

The fact that I don't quite like the name Bar was a dog breeder I understood for now.

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