327

< Bangkok (3) >

'Jang Yeon-woo' holding an M4 carbine rifle in one hand. No, Kang Woo-jin is walking on a forest path. His military uniform and bulletproof vest were still there, but the radio in his ear was nowhere to be seen. His steps are neither slow nor fast. It was a normal speed. A rhythm as if you were out for a walk.

-Quickly.

Military boots stepped on weeds, creating a faint noise. A cold wind hit Woojin in the face. A chill seeped in. At that moment, a small smile appeared on the expressionless mouth of Kang Woo-jin.

"It's okay because I enjoyed it."

The senses in my eyes, nose, and mouth became more alert. The dark but familiar front, the unique smell of grass and winter emotions in the forest, the hurried noises and noises made by insects. Everything was clear, and Jang Yeon-woo's feelings became even more prevalent towards Woo-jin.

The pleasure I had felt gradually diminished.

Kang Woo-jin looking up at the sky.

"······"

bright.

the moon is bright

Woojin looked at the sky with a faint smile for a moment and then looked down at the rifle he was holding in his right hand. Something hard hardened around my fingers. It was dried blood. Not yours, but someone else's. Now that I think about it, I noticed that my cheeks and other parts of my face were scratchy. It is also blood.

Kang Woo-jin walked again.

With my free hand, I scraped the hardened blood off my cheek. Something feels empty. It's not because I killed things whose names I don't know right before. guilty? regret? Those things didn't exist to him. It was just a bit boring.

"Whoa-"

It is a life filled with violence and slaughter. however.

"I'm sick of it."

Once the stimulation is complete, it becomes natural. The body adapts and the brain becomes accustomed to the stimulation. As a result, the fun disappears. The conclusion was that a gap was needed. Sometimes I had random thoughts. Such as thinking about the lives of those who lost their lives at my hands just moments ago.

It's insignificant.

Both me and them.

Vain thoughts cloud your judgment. It's meaningless. Either they or Woojin will die or be killed. The weak are judged, and those who survive are the only judges. If it exists, it is strong. But he is not a just judge.

It is evil.

The surviving judge is by no means just and is evil to everyone. You just choose who you judge. 'Nice bastard'. If I were to describe the current 'Jang Yeon-woo' or Kang Woo-jin, it would be like that. It looked ordinary, but if you look deep inside, it was vicious.

However, if this idiotic boredom repeats, it will be me, not them, who will be judged.

Woojin decided to disappear.

It disappears quietly without anyone noticing.

-Trudge!

Kang Woo-jin has already come out of the forest. The road was visible to his eyes. There was a shabby truck parked in a small space on one side of the road. Of course, this is what Woojin prepared.

-Tung!

Kang Woo-jin got into the truck, threw the rifle into the passenger seat, and started the engine. The truck that was roaring made its own loud exhaust noise.

Following.

-Boouuuung!

Woojin starts driving without a second of hesitation. The speed of the truck gradually increased, and Kang Woo-jin's vision also changed every second.

His façade and temperature, which were shining on the dark road, were transformed in an instant.

Because many years have passed.

Kang Woo-jin, who was in the car, was standing in a crowded market. The sun shining down is hot. It felt like my forearm was stinging. Little by little, Woojin's vision became clearer. People with tanned skin were moving around noisily.

"······"

A man shouting until his ears pierce, a woman's scream that sounds like an introduction to a product being sold, bicycles or motorcycles cutting through the crowd, horns honking every second, dozens of people passing by and hitting Woojin's shoulder or forearm.

However, this scene did not seem unfamiliar to Kang Woo-jin. Now his mind was calm.

It was natural.

Woojin has been living in Bangkok for several years.

Sweat ran down my cheeks.

I saw that Kang Woo-jin's appearance had also changed significantly. A bit of stubble had grown on her chin and her skin tone was slightly tanned. The brown shirt and jeans she wore were also extremely shabby.

-Sigh.

He puts a cigarette in his mouth. Woojin, holding a lighter in his hand, entered the crowd of people.

"#*()%(*#)%@((@($!!!"

")(#$%&*#(%%@(*@*!!!"

-Bangbangbang!!

Although his ears continued to ring, Kang Woo-jin reacted indifferently and walked through the hectic market. Then, Woojin arrived at a beverage shop in the middle of the market and sat down at a table outside. After ordering the approaching owner some coffee in English, he threw away the cigarettes he had put away.

"Tsk, maybe I should have bought it on the way home."

I put the remaining cigarette back in my mouth. However, this time the lighter was the problem. There was only a dull noise, but the lighter did not emit fire. It was when Kang Woo-jin clicked his tongue and waved the lighter.

-Sigh.

Suddenly, a hand came out toward Woojin's right ear. Kang Woo-jin instinctively grabbed his hand and tried to break it. Then he heard a gentle voice. It was a woman's voice and in English.

"J (Jay), calm down."

It was a familiar tone and voice. Kang Woo-jin stopped and turned his head. There stood a foreign woman wearing sunglasses and a tight gray tank top. Her blonde hair was rolled up in a bun. She gestured at her own hand that was being held by her friend.

"Do you need a light?"

In the woman's hand was a square silver lighter. Woojin laughed, picked up her lighter, and lit the cigarette in her mouth. She then said, putting the lighter in her pocket.

"Okay, get out now."

The blonde woman shrugged her shoulders.

"You have to give me the lighter before I go."

"This is mine. "I left it to you."

A woman taking off her sunglasses sat on the chair opposite Woojin and crossed her legs.

"It took a long time to find it because it was so hidden."

She was a former colleague of 'Jang Yeon-woo' or Kang Woo-jin.

"L (L), how did you find me?"

"Finding people is my specialty. The desk was my main job, have you forgotten? Of course, it was quite difficult to find you, J."

Woojin, who was exhaling cigarette smoke, leaned back on his chair and answered.

"Stop talking nonsense. "Why did you look for me?"

"Jay, you've had a lot of fun. "Join my team, and after you disappeared, I created a separate team."

"What is this team doing?"

"Anything. "Once I receive the request and the money is deposited, I do whatever it takes."

"Team personnel."

"Check for yourself."

"I don't like it, I'm going to play some more."

A blonde woman kicked the foot of Kang Woo-jin, who was yawning.

"I don't need trash like you, I just need your skills. Because it would be a waste to let it rot away in this market. "Become a mercenary."

"Your skills must have become trash."

"Okay, then."

The woman paused for a moment and stood up from her chair, putting her sunglasses back on.

"Why not just try one job here in Bangkok and then decide?"

"What."

"Rescuing a girl is easy, right?"

"A girl?"

"huh."

A blonde woman called Elle grinned as she held out a new cigarette pack to Woojin.

"The daughter of a drug lord here has been kidnapped."

Afterwards.

Kang Woo-jin, who lived the very long life of 'Jang Yeon-woo', returned to the plane in the sky again. That means he returned to reality. Although I lived as 'Jang Yeon-woo' for more than several years, only a few seconds passed on the plane in real life. And obviously, there were a lot of explosions and gunfire in the world just before.

"······"

The inside of the plane was deathly quiet. It's extremely peaceful. This was because most of the people were asleep. Writers Seong-geon Choi and Nana Choi, who are sitting right next to us, etc. The only bearded producer Song Man-woo was reading the script. Woojin, who lost the scent of 'Jang Yeon-woo' in an instant, laughed a little absurdly inside.

'I really can't get used to this temperature difference.'

The world of the imprinted role and the world of Kang Woo-jin coexisted but were completely different. It was something she experienced every time, but it was natural to feel dumbfounded when the difference was this drastic.

anyway.

-Sigh.

Kang Woo-jin looked at the script for episode 1 of 'Beneficial Evil' in his hand. It was not for re-entering subspace.

-Palak.

To read the script. No, it was for analysis. It was a routine that Kang Woo-jin developed after learning 'role composition' and 'role freedom'. A little more clearly, more explosively, and more lively than expected. Before she knew it, Kang Woo-jin was losing her attitude as an actor.

'Can Jang Yeon-woo really be like this? I think I'll just call it Nopakku.'

'Jang Yeon-woo', who would jump out and run wild in reality, not in the script, was also becoming clearer.

How many hours passed like that.

Before we knew it, Woojin's plane was landing at Suvarnabhumi International Airport in Bangkok. Kang Woo-jin, who had already finished analyzing the script and resting in subspace, and had already written the concept, cast his gaze out the window.

Bangkok began to come into view. But it wasn't as exciting as I thought. Because something similar occurred to me.

'Why are you being so similar to Da Nang?'

I'm talking about Danang, Vietnam. There were also differences. Danang, where I went to the overseas location of 'Island of the Missing', had a resort feel, but Bangkok this time had a strong city feel. Whatever it is, if it's clearly similar.

'It's already hot, Mr. Ao.'

It's going to be hot. When Kang Woo-jin was looking out the window and muttering a complaint disguised as a concept, the seats around him were very busy. Familiar characters. Key staff members such as bearded producer Song Man-woo, general director Kim So-hyang, writer Choi Nana, and stunt team member Ethan Smith, as well as many others.

The reason was simple.

"Because it's going to be crowded! As instructed in the beginning, one by one!! Just move to the arrival hall as planned!"

"okay!!"

"And each team must make sure to check their luggage and equipment as soon as they get off!"

"Ugh- it's just the beginning!"

Most of the people on this plane, including Kang Woo-jin, were part of the filming team for 'Beneficial Evil.' Of course, this is for overseas location filming. Today, the 19th, will be spent with preliminary inspection and proper adaptation, and starting tomorrow, the 20th, full-scale filming will begin.

So everyone was excited and sensitive.

After the plane landed safely, the entire 'Good Evil' team, numbering almost a hundred people, stampeded out. There weren't that many actors. Lim Hae-eun, who is cute but gloomy, and several supporting actors.

Of course, the main one.

"Woojin!! This way!! "Move with the guards!"

It was Kang Woo-jin. Choi Seong-gun and his teammates were around him, and there were more than twice as many guards as him. The 'Beneficial Evil' team's march to the arrival hall was enough to capture the attention of many people. Because it was huge.

We moved in some ways.

The actor team, the actors' staff team, the production team of 'Beneficial Evil', etc. If we acted all at once, there would be so much congestion that there would be a high risk of an accident. The 'Good Evil' team slowly walked to the arrival hall of 'Suvarnabhumi International Airport'.

Kang Woo-jin also followed the flow of the march. There is no significant change in the stiff expression.

but.

'Something- I feel strangely nervous? Is it because filming is imminent??

Inside, my heartbeat was gradually getting stronger. The more it happened, the more cold-hearted it became. In the meantime, the actors around him, that is, the actors who passed the overseas location filming, looked around and whispered to Kang Woo-jin.

"Guards – isn't that a bit much?"

"That's right. "I get a lot of attention."

"It's probably because of Kang Woo-jin."

"I know Woojin is a big hit in Japan… but is it popular in Thailand too? "I've never heard of it."

"well. First of all, it's not 100% because of us, so it's definitely because of Woojin. Well, isn't it because of an unexpected accident??"

"It must be a precautionary measure. But there are a bit too many guards."

It was the first time they had been treated like this.

"But…don't your shoulders go up a little? "When would we experience something like this if we weren't Woojin?"

"admit. "I took a lot of pictures."

"Whether it's prevention or anything else, I feel really bad. Huh – it definitely feels like the world we live in is different?"

"When will we be able to see pictures like that?"

"Because Kang Woo-jin did it in two years – it's not impossible for us either… No, it's impossible."

"Anyway, it's a nice sight."

yet.

-Smurf.

A group of actors led by guards, led by Kang Woo-jin, entered the arrival hall of Suvarnabhumi International Airport.

A barrage of blinding flashes that explode simultaneously.

-Pababababak!

-Babababababak!!

Soon, the eyes of the actors except Kang Woo-jin widened.

"her??!!"

"Wow!"

"Wow… crazy!!"

"W-What?!!"

"Wow, what a surprise!!"

The reason was simple.

There was a huge crowd of people gathered in front of the arrival hall.

"%&)*%#**%&*)%*)Kang Woo-jin!!"

"@$*&$(*%*(Kang Woo-jin!! Kang Woo-jin!!"

Hundreds of people, including Thai reporters, were chanting only for Kang Woo-jin. A terrifying decibel that can tear your ears off. Even though it was hard to understand because of the excessive shouting, I could hear Kang Woo-jin's name clearly.

"Aaaah!! Kang Woo-jin!"

"Woojin!!@()@$*)$(@!!"

It was quite unexpected. The face of Kang Woo-jin who witnessed this.

"······"

It was quite calm.

'crazy??!'

Of course, only on the surface.

< Bangkok (3) > End