This masked killer who assassinated Park Chung-hee on Chinese New Year's Eve in the heavily guarded South Korean Blue House presidential palace is truly a bold and meticulous professional killer, absolutely professional, and his every move is designed and executed with precision and just right, all reflecting his professional level. Every bullet he fired was enough to kill someone. One of the bullets he fired pierced the exit aorta located in the upper right front of the left atrioventricular opening of the heart of the heart, and under the strong pressure of 83.3 milliliters per second of the heart's pumping blood, blood gushed out from the entrance of the bullet in Park Chung-hee's chest and sprayed it like a fountain to the ceiling of the restaurant where Park Chung-hee was dining more than 3 meters high.

The South Korean president's "escort artist" sitting on the left side of Park Chung-hee was quite calm, and she saw the masked killer turn to the back of the screen like an agile tanuki, then open the back window, and jump out very quickly and silently. She froze for a moment, grabbed Park Chung-hee's left arm with both hands and kept shaking Park Chung-hee, who was covered in blood and fell on the right "Miss", trembling and crying and asking, "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?" Wake up, are you okay? ”

Isn't this nonsense, who can be good if their entire chest is smashed and a third of their head is knocked off? It seems that this "young lady" also belongs to the kind of doll-type beauty with big breasts and no brains. She didn't know that there were about 4,000 milliliters of blood in the human body, and if it was a woman's surname, if it was a woman's surname, if it had a bleeding volume of 1,000 milliliters in a short period of time, it would be close to death, and if it was a male surname, as long as there was 400 milliliters of bleeding, it would be enough to kill him. After Park Chung-hee was shot, in just a few seconds, the amount of bleeding quickly reached more than 1,000 ml, not to mention that half of his head was shattered.

A few seconds ago, he was still full of ambition, full of **, and was still worried about his loss of power, worried about his future, and wanted to play an infinitely romantic "One Dragon and Phoenix" 3P game with these two "Three Companions", and now he has no idea, and the material basis for the survival of the human spirit has been completely destroyed, and the spirit has disappeared.

His Excellency Park Chung-hee stared at the eyes full of horror, unwilling to look at the world that had nothing to do with him, and his pupils had dilated and become cloudy. The warm body that used to bear the surname of bullet is now the same as the meat products with the price clearly marked on the board in the butcher shop, and it has begun to gradually cool and harden. He could no longer answer the greetings of the doll he liked.

After Park Chung-hee was shot and unconscious, like all unconscious people, the muscles of his whole body relaxed, including the sphincter. Causing Park Chung-hee to be incontinent, the luxurious casual restaurant at the Blue House was filled with the smell of blood, as well as the smell of dry, thin excrement that Park Chung-hee and the kicked unconscious "Miss" "incontinent" came out of the front and back doors.

The hysterical screams of the "escort artist" who was kicked and knocked out by the masked man before passing out alarmed Li Minghao, the president's personal guard at the presidential security office, who was watching TV in the waiting room, and Li Minghao jumped up from the sofa like a compressed spring, took out the German-made "Jurta" 8.2 mm caliber pistol from the left holster, quickly pushed the bullet, and rushed out of the waiting room. The first thing he saw when he went out was the corpse of Park Chang-yong, deputy director of the security department, and Zheng She-jing, another president's personal guard, who was in front of the restaurant. The deputy director of the security department, Park Changyong, rested his bloody head on the waist of Zheng Shejing's corpse, and his right hand was pressed against his chest, apparently before he could take out the gun, he was shot in the head by his opponent, and the body shrank to the left of Zheng Shejing's body. The precious Persian carpet was stained red with the blood of two men.

Li Minghao held a gun and slipped against the wall. Then he slammed open the door of the restaurant, made a shot at any time, his gun followed his gaze, quickly searched every corner of the restaurant, no suspicious target was found, he saw the wide open window behind the restaurant, and knew that the murderer had fled from here. He only then noticed everything in front of him in the dining room, the ceiling and the floor were splashed with blood, he walked to the body of Park Chung-hee lying in a pool of blood, knelt down on one leg, looked at the pupils of the president's dead eyes and dilated, and in order to determine whether the president was really dead, he put his left hand under Park Chung-hee's nose to try to breathe. It's over, and there is no sign of life in President Scoop, and he can't die anymore.

He didn't have time to ask about the two "escort ladies" and didn't care about the life or death of these two artists, so he hurriedly rushed out, shouting as he ran: "The president has been assassinated!" The president has been assassinated! Then he rushed into the duty room on the left side of the "Sejong Room", picked up the phone, and shouted, "Pick me up from the home of Ahn Sun-jae, the head of the security department, I have an emergency report."

"Di Ling Ling ......" was full of wine and food, and Park Chung-hee's niece and son-in-law, South Korea's Central Intelligence Minister Kim Jong-mi climbed down from his wife's body, pulled up his pajamas, covered the little brother who was "erecting", and scolded loudly: "What the fuck is going on, I won't even let you shoot a shot during the New Year." ”

"Hey, who's that? What's up? He picked up the phone and asked impatiently, and the voice of Ahn Sun-jae, director of the Security Department of the Presidential Office, came from the microphone: "Is it Minister Kim?" I'm Ahn Seon-jae, the president was assassinated at the Blue House. ”

"What's going on? Tell me clearly," after the Chinese New Year, Kim Jong-mi, who was only 38 years old, thought that something was wrong with his ears, and he didn't believe his ears.

Security Chief Ahn Sun-jae repeated: "Just now, President Park Chung-hee was assassinated at the Blue House. ”

"What time did you say it was? Who assassinated the president? Has the murderer been caught? ”

"Just at 22:41, an unknown masked man killed two guards, a cook, and then assassinated the president, the murderer has not yet been caught and is now being pursued." The head of the security department, An Shanzai, didn't care about speaking politely and politely to his boss, and said eagerly: "Come on!" ”

"Honey, you're hurrying, what's the matter? Grinding and chirping. Park Chung-hee's niece also shouted impatiently in the bedroom.

"Click", Kim Jong Mi hung up the phone. "What's the matter, your uncle was killed in the presidential palace!"

"What? What did you say? Is this bastard crazy to think about power? What nonsense are you talking about during the Chinese New Year? It's so unlucky! ”

Kim Jong-mi didn't have time to deal with his ugly wife's nagging questions. He took a deep breath and ran back to the bedroom, hurriedly putting on his clothes, and at the same time ordered his wife: "You shut up now, notify the guardhouse to send a car immediately, I am going to the Blue House Presidential Palace now." Call more guards to follow. ”

Kim Jong-mi took his wife, who was only wearing pajamas and a mink coat on the outside, to the Blue House presidential palace at a gallop. In the restaurant where Park Chung-hee was assassinated, Kim Jong-mi saw the first lady of South Korea, Roh Young-so, crying and calling her mother with her child. Immediately, his wife and Park Chung-hee's niece also joined the mourning army.

Kim Jong Mi frowned and retreated, opened his bow left and right and slapped Ahn Sun-jae, the head of the presidential palace security department who was following him, a few big mouths, and then pointed at Ahn Sun-jae's nose and scolded: "What are you people doing!" asked someone to kill the president at the presidential palace, but the murderer was not caught. You fake guys don't have any skills. Do you still not know even the most basic common sense of protecting the scene? What a fucking rice bucket! A bunch of rice buckets! What the fuck are you doing here, don't you pull all these crying people away for me! ”

When I saw my wife and Lu Yingxiu and my two cousins, as well as the two Yiji being pulled, dragged, and lifted, they were invited to the "Shizong Room". Kim Jong-mi lit a cigarette and walked into the restaurant where Park Chung-hee had been beaten.

Although Kim Jong-mi graduated from the South Korean Army Non-commissioned Officer School in 1949, served as the head of the Planning Division of the Army Intelligence Staff in 1958, participated in the May 16 military coup led by Park Chung-hee in 1961, and is now the head of the South Korean secret service, the death of Park Chung-hee still makes him visually frightened. The body was apparently rescued by the "imperial doctors", and in addition to a large amount of bloodstains, he saw that the yellow subcutaneous fat and muscle tissue on Park Chung-hee's back were turned outward from the wound the size of three small bowls, and some purple-red internal organs overflowed from the wound. Due to massive blood loss, Park Chung-hee's skin is blue-yellow.

Although the "Imperial Doctors" had already used alcohol for debridement, he could still smell the strong visceral odor coming from the wound, which he knew would soon turn into a foul stench that could puncture the nerves in the skull.

With this interplay of sight and smell, Kim Jong's stomach twitched for a while, and he took a deep puff of cigarette, and then threw half of the cigarette in his hand into Park Chung-hee's pool of blood. He walked out of the scene of complete destruction and made his way to the waiting room.

Kim Jong-mi is not only the niece and son-in-law of President Park Chung-hee. At the age of 35, he participated in the May 16 military coup led by Park Chung-hee in 1961 and entered the political world, and later assisted Park Chung-hee in preparing for the establishment of the Myongchu Republican Party, which made great contributions to Park Chung-hee's coming to power. He is considered the second person in the Park Chung-hee group and the successor of Park Chung-hee. Park Chung-hee's death was an opportunity and a challenge for him.

He sat in the pantry and poured himself half a glass of whiskey, which he drank in one gulp, squeezing the sickening smell of blood in his nose and in his airways. Then he called An Shanzai in, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "An Shanzai, who do you say did it?" ”

An Shanzai was silent, thinking to himself, "You, the head of the Central Intelligence Department, don't know who did it, how can I know who did it."

The green tendons on Admiralty's head jumped, and he jumped like thunder: "Without your security department as an internal response, I don't believe that an outsider in this heavily guarded Blue House presidential palace can 'do' the president?" ”

An Shanzai was moved to take a few mouths from your little jb cub Kim Jong Mi for the New Year, I didn't say anything, and now you buckle me with such a "guilty" hat, this hat is too big, I can't afford to wear it. There was already a fire in the belly, but now the fire has been ignited by Admiralty. So he pleaded loudly: "You are the Minister of Central Intelligence, you can go to investigate, and now you don't do any investigation and this hat is on the head of our security department." You will also be unreasonable. ”

"You're in charge of the president's security, and now that the president has been killed, I don't ask who I asked, you say, who did it?"

Just when Kim Jong-mi was furious at the Blue House, he was tracking down who had killed the president. Eighteen special forces from the Cheetah Special Forces Commando of Unit 124 of the Reconnaissance Bureau of the Korean National Defense Ministry, trained by the Chinese Flying Leopard Commando Teaching Brigade, dressed in the military uniforms of the 1st Regiment of the South Korean Capital Division, each carrying an average of 20 kilograms of equipment, rushed to Bukak Mountain in the north of Seoul under the cover of night and with Chinese-made night vision equipment.

At midnight on 21 February, this North Korean special forces detachment carrying out covert operations crossed the military demarcation line between North and South Korea, and when passing through the Imjin River, in order to confuse the South Korean puppet army, these special forces put special ox hooves on their shoes and passed through the snow-covered river in batches. They then traveled at speeds of 8 to 12 kilometers per hour through the hills and mountains of South Korea.

After two days of sleeping in the open and walking day and night through a secret forced march, they successfully infiltrated the Buakksan area north of Seoul, the puppet capital of South Korea.

"Team Li, there is the ancient city wall in front, and after the ancient city wall, you can see the Blue House puppet presidential palace." The special forces of the 124 North Korean Cheetah Commando, who were reconnoitring in front, returned and quietly reported to the commander-in-chief of this secret operation, Lee Jinguo.

"How is the enemy's defense on the ancient city walls?" Li Jinguo also asked in a low voice.

"A training team of 12 people from the Seoul garrison. Patrols are made every 20 minutes. ”

Li Jinguo looked at the luminous watch and said to a special combat member squatting beside him: "Deputy team, it's 1 o'clock on February 23, according to the plan, you take 3 groups to cover the assault troops outside the ancient city wall, if we don't come back before 8 o'clock in the morning, you 3 groups don't care about us, and retreat to the second receiving point first." If we don't meet you at the second point by 7 p.m., you'll withdraw to base. Okay, the rest follow me over the ancient walls. Get started now. ”

(To be continued)