This year's winter in South Korea is particularly cold, and it has not yet reached December, and there was a light snow in advance.

Lee Kyung-ho looked up at the sky, and the drizzle of snowflakes fell on his dirty face. He touched his purse, and there were more than 100 won in it, which was given by the Chinese.

Li Jinghao did not eat anything serious for more than ten days in a row, only caught a few mice, a few fish and a snake to roast and eat, and swallowed some grass roots and leaves, as well as insects rich in protein. It's been a hard time for everyone these years, and naturally there isn't much oil and water in the garbage heap. Even the rancid water in the big hotel has already been transported to the countryside and sold to the peasants to feed the pigs. If he wasn't hungry, he wouldn't have risked being found speaking Chinese and begging from the Chinese.

Yesterday, I suddenly ate three bowls of noodles, which made my stomach very uncomfortable, and I am still having diarrhea until now.

It's getting dark, and tomorrow is the last day of the festival, and there may be big officials to attend. Regardless of whether he is the minister of the Ministry of Culture or the president, but all the big officials, if they are killed, why do they occupy high positions, have fine clothes and food, and they are patriotic to death, but in the end they are abused and abandoned, and now they are even single, frightened, and they don't even dare to go home to see their wives and children under the age of five!

Li Jinghao decided to do it happily tomorrow night, kill a few big officials casually, and die. Anyway, of the original 31 robes, now he is the only one left.

If he can get away with his life, then he can leave South Korea, go to North Korea, go to China, go to Ben, as long as he can escape from this place that worries him but makes him sick.

Sleet soaked Mr. Lee's unkempt hair, and he carefully walked toward the Han River. Just as he was about to reach his destination, he was greeted by a drunken man in a suit.

Li Jinghao turned his head to look around, approached the man unhurriedly, and then took advantage of the night to drag him violently behind a roadside tree on the side of the road.

In less than five seconds, Lee Kyung-ho jumped from a dirt slope more than three meters high on the side of the road with the man's body in his arms, and walked straight to the bottom of the Hangang Bridge.

Lee Kyung-ho took off the clothes he had worn on the beggar's body, took a bath in the bone-chilling water, and brought stones to crush the drunkard's sleek body in the river water on the shore before putting on his suit.

A marked block of earth and stone at the head of the bridge was dug open, and inside was a package wrapped in military uniform.

When I opened it, it was an assault rifle with no bullets, two pistols and dozens of pistol bullets, two grenades, a saber, a military kettle, a compass, and 11 military cards, as well as ...... A photo. In the photo, a man and a woman are wearing military uniforms and smiling brightly, and the woman is holding a baby less than a year old in her arms.

Lee Kyung-ho buried the depleted rifle and water bottle back and received everything else, then hid under the bridge and used the saber to repair his beard and long hair.

…… Li Jinghao grew old very quickly, almost from 20 to 40 in a year, and I believe that even if he went home, even his wife would not dare to recognize him.

used the money from the drunkard to eat to his heart's content, recuperate, and took a car outside the awards venue of the Asia-Pacific Film Festival.

After getting out of the car, Li Jinghao was alert to find that the guards around him were very strict, which made him not afraid of anti-happiness, the stricter the guards, the bigger the officials who were coming today.

Li Jinghao spoke English, French, Chinese, Russian and North Korea, and listened carefully to passers-by all the way. After hearing that a fat man was a fan who came to watch the ceremony today, he found that he had put the ticket ticket in his jacket pocket, so he hurried and walked past him.

Li Jinghao handed over the admission ticket and entered, and a pig-like cry sounded behind him: "Oh my God, my ticket, my ticket is still there when I get off the bus!" ”

Li Jinghao found his seat in "himself", the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, all the people who came today were face-saving figures from Asian countries, and it was impossible to search them one by one.

Sitting there, Li Jinghao, like the fans around him, applauded as the awards were presented one after another, and he couldn't see anything unusual at all. There are also one or two officials who are award guests, but Li Jinghao did not do it, this kind of petty official is not enough for the security specifications of the award hall.

Until Park Chung-hee came out, Lee Kyung-ho's heart jumped, he thought that he would kill the Minister of Culture at most, but he didn't expect Mr. President to show up.

Lee Kyung-ho's hands hung down, his pistol and grenade slipped from his sleeves, and he was going to the middle, making it look like he was going to the toilet and slowly approached. As soon as he stood up and took two steps, gunshots suddenly rang out in the hall.

"Yes, Seung-buk! He's not dead yet! Li Jinghao was excited, and the person who shot was his friend Shin Seung-woo.

Li Jinghao swept his eyes and found that the ordinary people around him were already in a mess, some were so frightened that they ran out in panic, some were lying directly under the seats, and some were so frightened that they couldn't move, maintaining a sitting posture and trembling.

More than 20 plainclothes guards rushed towards the shooter, pulling out his guns as they ran, and some guards rushed in outside the door, but they were blocked by the panicked crowd. Seven or eight guards also appeared in the backstage of the podium at the same time, rushing towards Park Chung-hee.

Li Jinghao pulled out the grenade with one hand, and threw it gently and gently in a graceful manner, and the others couldn't see what he was doing because of the panic, and at the same time quickly leaned over to that side under the cover of the panicked crowd.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The explosion of the grenade and the gunfire of the guards rang out at the same time.

It's just that the grenade hit two running guards and a few fans attending the closing ceremony, and the bullets of those guards were avoided by Shin Seung-woo, who was disguised as a reporter. Because Shin Seung-woo had jumped into the crowd immediately after the shot.

Shin Seung-woo used ordinary people as shields, forcing the guards not to shoot indiscriminately and violently pulled the grenade. He was about to hold it in his hand for a moment before throwing it, but the guards rushing from all sides forced him to throw it at the podium immediately, and then he swooped down and ducked behind the crowd to shoot back.

After Wang Zijun pounced on President Park Chung-hee, he was about to get up to avoid the live target next to him, but suddenly saw a grenade flying from above in front of him, only half a meter high from the ground.

Wang Zijun was so frightened that his vest was cold, and he didn't think about punching it directly.

Perhaps because he was afraid of falling to the ground and bouncing too far, the person who threw the grenade was not heavy, and his flight speed was not fast, Wang Zijun hit it with a punch and knocked the grenade away.

The grenade flew four or five meters away, and exploded with a bang, blowing up a potted plant beyond recognition.

This is an offensive grenade, which mainly kills people by shock waves, but fortunately there is no iron sand or anything.

Wang Zijun only felt a gust of hot wind blowing, and several shrenchnel smashed into his body and did not penetrate deep into the flesh, so there was no danger.

However, he didn't dare to stay with Park Chung-hee anymore, so he crawled in the opposite direction, taking the opportunity to take a look and see that the hall was already in chaos. There were people running out in a panic everywhere, and the guards were so overwhelmed by the crowd that they couldn't move at all.

And the guards who rushed out of the backstage were protecting Park Chung-hee with their bodies and escorting him back to the backstage.

Wang Zijun walked next to the crowd to the part of Wang's company, but saw that except for one or two people who escaped, everyone was lying on their stomachs with their heads hugged. The most annoying thing is that Lin Fengjiao actually walked back against the crowd.

Wang Zijun squeezed over, took his hand and returned to his seat, and scolded angrily: "You are looking for death, what are you running around?" ”

Lin Fengjiao said with some grievances: "I'm afraid that something will happen to you, so I'm going to look for you." ”

Wang Zijun really wants to slap this stupid woman, can you save me if something happens?

Seeing that they could not do anything, the two attackers hurriedly crowded into the crowd and retreated.

Lee Kyung-ho was not noticed because he only threw a grenade and did not shoot, and then he was crowded in the crowd and gave cold knives to the guards.

And that Shin Seung-woo became the target of the guards, just like chasing prey, and gradually narrowed the network of round-ups.

"Bang bang bang!" A few shots were fired, and Shin Seung-woo killed another guard, but accidentally injured several ordinary people. At this time, he no longer dared to shoot, because he only had two bullets left in his magazine.

Shin Seung-woo shrank his head and rushed out quickly into the crowd, while Lee Kyung-chul made the same move.

The huge crowd made it impossible for the guards outside the hall to stop it, and they couldn't stop it if they wanted to, so they could only watch countless people rush out of it, and they couldn't tell which ones were the assassins.

When the hall gradually calmed down, the people left behind breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Kunhou sighed: "Seoul is really chaotic. ”

Wang Zijun leaned on his seat weakly and smiled bitterly, this one was definitely not in his previous life, and there might be an assassination of the president, but it shouldn't be in such a big audience, otherwise it would have started a long time ago.

Why does Lao Tzu have a shootout wherever he goes?

"Boss, are you hurt?" Lin Fengjiao looked at the blood marks on Wang Zijun's face that were scratched by shrapnel and said in a panic.

"It's okay, it's all skin trauma." Wang Zijun said as he pulled out the shrapnel embedded in his suit.

"What about Liang Fei?" Hou Xiaoxian said suddenly. Liang Fei is his classmate and the assistant director of "Good Morning Taipei", and he also came to Seoul with the team this time.

"I just saw him running outside." Zhao Yazhi is a lively girl, and she is not very scared at this time, and she doesn't even speak very well.

Everyone counted, but found that a total of three people were lost, and hurriedly formed a team to look outside.

In the end, there was a false alarm, and except for an unlucky kid who was trampled on and broke his leg while escaping, everyone else was fine.

"Damn, I can't stay in this place, I'll go back to Taiwan tomorrow." Wang Zijun said.

After returning to the North Korean Hotel, Wang Zijun also got the exact news from Meng Dezheng: Park Chung-hee was scratched by several shrapnel, and 14 innocent ordinary people were injured and two died; Four people were killed and three wounded; There should have been two perpetrators, one of whom was seriously injured and the other was slightly injured, and both took advantage of the chaos to escape. However, if the seriously injured are not treated in regular hospitals, they will definitely not survive for three days, so now major hospitals are on alert.

(To be continued)