Genius Grandson of the Loan Shark King

Now let's go back home

A sense of relief came over me when I heard a familiar voice while I was hiding.

"Boss, don't move yet."

As I was about to get up after hearing Igor's voice, Manager Kim stretched out his arm to stop me. Then he gave instructions to the security guards.

"Make sure it's safe!"

Half of the bodyguards who were guarding me were standing guard and thoroughly scanning the area.

Some of them even went as far as to slowly descend the mountain to check if it was safe.

I slowly got up and shook the dirt off my clothes.

"under······."

Although it was still dangerous, I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

As Manager Kim said, I didn't go out hastily, but waited for Igor to come while straightening up my messy clothes.

How much time had passed? Igor and his bodyguards came towards me only after they confirmed that the North Korean army had been annihilated.

"boss."

Igor called me with a worried voice.

I smiled slightly and patted Igor on the shoulder. Of course, I didn't forget to tell him that he had a hard time.

Igor said, handing me a thick coat.

"I'm glad you're safe, boss."

It was only when I put on the coat he gave me that I realized I had been shivering from the cold.

No, maybe it's not because of the cold. I asked, rubbing my cold arms for no reason.

"Anyone injured?"

"There are no casualties. The injured are being treated. Boss, isn't this not the time to worry about that?"

"Yes, but I was worried, so I asked. Let's quickly cross the border. Let's go down."

It seemed like Igor and Manager Kim were escorting me from either side.

As we followed them down the road, the remaining traces of the battle became clearly visible.

The road was riddled with bullets, and was strewn with blood and corpses. Most of them, of course, belonged to North Korean soldiers.

I looked at the North Korean soldiers in a miserable state for a moment, then got into the military vehicle Igor was riding in.

"Let's go back home now. I miss the comfort of Seoul."

It's safe once you cross the Russian border.

Because no one from North Korea will be able to cross the Russian border.

* * *

General Political Bureau Operations Room.

Choe Ryong-hae could not come to his senses at all.

It was an operation that could have been successful. Choe Ryong Hae was confident of that.

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But there wasn't a single good piece of news in any of the reports that came in.

"What's going on! Why can't I contact the Pyongyang Defense Command?"

The core of this operation was the Pyongyang Command.

Even though it was halved in size, it was a unit stationed near Pyongyang.

There was not much difference in the number of troops between the Escort General Bureau stationed in Pyongyang and the General Staff.

"They say the commander who was detained has been released."

"What? What are you talking about! Make sense!"

"While most of our personnel departed for Pyongyang, the remaining military officers rescued the commander and handed over command again."

Choe Ryong-hae slammed the desk hard. Then he shouted in a sharp voice.

"Tell the commanders who were advancing toward Pyongyang to ignore this and continue on!"

"Yes, Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau!"

Choe Ryong-hae ordered the elite troops of the General Political Bureau to seize the villa in order to secure Kim Jong-il.

"What about the general? Did you secure the general?"

"That······. I can't get in touch."

"what!"

Choe Ryong Hae gnashed his teeth. Now there is only one way left.

Kim Jong-il had to secure it no matter what.

There were still forces in the People's Army that followed him.

The success or failure of this coup depends on one word from Kim Jong-il.

"Keep trying. We must secure the general at all costs!"

"yes!"

Choe Ryong Hae's face changed from moment to moment. Now, he was so pale that he could be called a corpse.

The more anxious he became, the more confused the other officers became.

"Director of the General Political Bureau."

At that time, Kim Yong-chun approached and patted Choe Ryong-hae on the shoulder.

"Comrade Cha-su."

"If the Director of the General Political Bureau is anxious, other people will be even more anxious. So, be strong. Do you understand?"

"······Yes, Comrade Cha-su."

Kim Yong-chun continued speaking while making eye contact with Choe Ryong-hae.

"Contact Jiang Zemin. Tell him to move the Chinese army across the border."

"Huh? That······."

"If we fail like this, we're all dead. We can't even die gracefully!"

When Choe Ryong-hae hesitated, Kim Yong-chun spoke in a strong tone.

"Do you think Jang Song-taek seems like a good person? Don't you remember the bloodshed he caused when he took power?"

Jang Song-taek used people's fear when carrying out purges, just to make the number of purges smaller.

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Choe Ryong-hae, recalling that time, held his breath without realizing it.

"Didn't you just grind the corpse to pieces with a cannon? If you don't want to die like that, then come to your senses!"

"Oh, I understand."

Choe Ryong-hae took another deep breath and picked up the phone in front of him.

"I will move to the underground command post of the General Staff Headquarters and take command."

"······Suddenly?"

"But it's better than doing nothing here. I'll command the troops there."

"Then please do so."

If Chief of the General Staff Kim Yong-chun took action, it would be even better for Choe Ryong-hae.

Although Kim Young-chun was smiling kindly, he was already thinking differently inside.

'I need to live in the country too.'

To begin with, North Korea had a structure that made it difficult for a military coup to occur.

The reason Jang Song-taek was able to succeed in his coup was partly thanks to Kim Moo-hyuk's help, but there was also definitely some luck involved.

In contrast, this undertaking, which had been shaky from the start, was bound to fail.

Kim Young-chun was determined to suppress the rebels as the Chief of the General Staff, because that was the only way he could survive.

To do that, I absolutely had to get out of here.

"I will definitely catch Jang Song-taek."

Kim Yong-chun led all the military officers who had come with him from the General Staff Department and left the General Political Bureau command center.

The First Deputy Director of the General Political Bureau, who was watching the scene, cautiously whispered to Choe Ryong-hae.

"Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau. Is it okay to send Vice-Minister Kim Young-chun away like this?"

At those words, Choe Ryong-hae looked at the vice director with a puzzled expression.

"If you join Jang Song-taek, things could go wrong."

"Don't talk nonsense. There's no reason for Comrade Chief of the General Staff to do that, right? And even if he joins you now, will Jang Song-taek spare his life?"

"still······."

At the deputy director's anxious voice, Choe Ryong-hae patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry. The operation will succeed. Isn't China behind us?"

If Choe Ryong Hae had been alone, it would have been difficult to gather even half of the military officers gathered here.

It was because they trusted China that they were able to gather so many forces.

Choe Ryong Hae called Jiang Zemin's direct line.

The beeping continued, but there was no response from the other party.

Once. Twice. Three times.

As the number of contacts increased, Choe Ryong-hae's anxiety deepened.

"You little bastards! Why aren't you answering my calls!"

When the fourth connection attempt also failed, Choe Ryong-hae, unable to control his anger, slammed the receiver on the table and swore.

"I didn't trust those bastards! You fucking bastards!"

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Everyone gathered in the control room stopped what they were doing and turned their gaze toward Choe Ryong Hae, who was looking furious.

"What are you doing! Are you watching? Move now!!"

Choe Ryong-hae shouted at those military officers.

The first vice-president saw that sight and closed his eyes tightly. That was the kind of person he was originally.

A tyrant who oppresses people with a tiny amount of power.

At that moment, the door opened and the chief inspector entered the command room.

"Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau! The troops of the Escort General Bureau are said to be leading tanks across the bridge and advancing toward the General Political Bureau!"

"what?"

"They say it's already been 10 minutes since they crossed the bridge!"

"Why are you reporting it now!"

Choe Ryong-hae picked up the phone with the broken receiver and threw it at the head of the inspection department.

The phone passed the inspector general's face and hit the wall, shattering into pieces.

"Stop it! Stop it even if you die! If you just hold out a little longer, Comrade Chief of Staff will come leading the troops!"

"Yes, yes!"

The chief inspector left the command center again.

"Call for help! What are you all doing blankly?"

Near the General Political Bureau headquarters, two battalion-level units were always on standby.

Although they were short of troops compared to the Escort Corps, they could have bought enough time if they had defended and defended this fortified place.

If we could destroy the escort troops advancing with the support of the General Staff, we would have a good chance of victory.

After finishing his calculations, Choe Ryong-hae raised his voice again.

"Contact the General Staff. Tell them to send support here immediately as soon as Comrade Chief of the General Staff arrives!"

"yes!"

Choe Ryong-hae moved to the window with a sense of anxiety.

He calmed his rapidly beating heart as he watched the soldiers busily preparing for defense through the window.

* * *

Commander of the Escort General Bureau, General Won Song Hui, who received orders from Jang Song Taek, led the troops under his immediate command and advanced toward the General Political Bureau.

Independent brigades scattered throughout the country joined Won Seong-hui's unit, which set out from the Moranbong district of Pyongyang, where the headquarters of the Escort General Bureau was located, one by one.

Pyongyang citizens quickly disappeared from the streets, trembling with anxiety at the sudden military movement.

Led by tanks and other special equipment, the unit crossed the bridge and arrived near the General Political Bureau.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Won Seong-hui's orders rang out from a loudspeaker mounted on a Soviet-made jeep.

Soldiers began to quickly disembark from the trucks, and the stopped tanks aimed their main guns at the General Political Bureau.

"Listen up, rebels! I am Won Seong-hui, the commander of the Escort General Bureau, who has come to suppress the rebels on the orders of Comrade Chairman of the State Affairs Commission. Everyone, throw down your weapons! Otherwise, only death awaits you all!"

The soldiers in the General Political Bureau moved quickly as Won Seong-hui's voice rang out through the loudspeaker.

"Surrender! The rebellion has already failed!"

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But there was no response. Won Seong-hee clicked his tongue slightly and gave an order.

"Advance! Kill all the rebels!!"

As soon as the order to suppress was given, soldiers from the Escort General Headquarters began to advance, led by M1992 armored vehicles.

An anti-tank missile was fired from an armored vehicle, spitting fire and smashing through the main gate of the General Political Bureau.

Kwaaaaang!

The battle began with a loud noise.

At the same time, the machine gun installed in the General Political Bureau building opened fire and spat out bullets.

However, the machine gun could not penetrate the M1992 armored car.

As if in a counterattack, the machine gun mounted on the armored vehicle also began to fire.

Bullets fired from the armored vehicle annihilated the soldiers hidden behind the walls of the escort headquarters.

Tata tata. Dudududu.

Won Seong-hui continued to issue orders while looking at the General Political Bureau headquarters where fighting was taking place in the distance.

At that moment, the signalman waiting next to him called him.

"Comrade Commander!"

The signalman said, handing him the communications equipment.

"Comrade Chairman of the State Affairs Commission."

Won Seong-hee took the communication equipment as if snatching it away.

"Yes! This is Commander Won Seong-hee!"

- What's going on?

"The fighting has just begun."

- You dare to rebel? You little bastards!

Jang Song-taek gritted his teeth and said after hearing reports that fighting had begun.

― There won't be any troops supporting the General Political Bureau. I just got word that Chief of the General Staff Kim Yong-chun has returned on his own.

"ah······."

― All the troops that set out from Gwanghwamun have returned. If we just clean up the remaining ragtag groups, it'll all be over.

"Yes! We will suppress it quickly."

- No. Keep it that way. Our warriors can't get hurt!

"Are you saying we should maintain a state of standoff?"

Won Seong-hee asked back at the instructions that she did not understand at all.

"We can suppress it quickly. We will catch all the reactionaries and hand them over to Comrade Chairman of the State Affairs Commission!"

- No. We're sending the Air Force. Standby.

The communication was cut off. Won Seong-hee was left dumbfounded.

'Air Force? You just said Air Force?'

Won Seong-hee looked up at the sky without realizing it and muttered.

"I guess this is going to be a total mess······."

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He quickly came to his senses, lowered his gaze, and gave an order.

"Everyone, hold your positions! Do not advance too far!"

"yes!"

Subordinate commanders quickly relayed orders.

The commander of the 57th Air Regiment in Nampo City suddenly received an order.

He muttered absentmindedly, holding the disconnected receiver.

"Did I hear you correctly? Bomb the General Political Bureau headquarters?"

But to be suspicious, the voice heard on the receiver was clearly that of Chairman Jang Song-taek.

"This is not the time."

He immediately called the squadron leader who was waiting.

"Have you called, Comrade Colonel?"

"Deploy the squadron immediately. The target is Pyongyang."

"Huh? I misheard."

When the squadron leader asked blankly, the regimental commander shouted.

"Can't you hear me? I'm telling you to go out immediately! There's a direct order from Comrade Chairman of the State Affairs Commission!"

"······Is that true?"

"You little bastard! Time is running out! The target is the General Political Bureau headquarters in Pyongyang. Move out immediately! That's an order!"

The squadron leader, who suddenly came to his senses at the regimental commander's chilling order, saluted and came out.

He quickly gathered the pilots and took off.

"Comrade Squadron Leader. What on earth is going on?"

"I don't know either. I only heard that it was an order directly given by Comrade Chairman of the State Affairs Commission."

The pilots continued to question the squadron leader through their communications equipment, but he had nothing to say.

Although there was some anxiety, the pilots were able to quickly reach Pyongyang airspace without any interference.

"This······. I see now that I've come here. Comrade Chairman's orders are clear."

There was no response from the air defense battalion guarding Pyongyang.

Pyongyang has long had a dense air defense network in place.

If it was a fake order, they should have attacked us, but there was no sign of it.

The roads and buildings of Pyongyang came into view, and we were soon on the verge of reaching our target.

"We'll be there soon, Comrade Squadron Leader!"

At that moment, a radio transmission came in from the squadron leader.

- I'm the Air Force Commander! Where are you now!

"We have just entered Pyongyang."

― Alright. Spread it all out! Leave no trace! Kill all the reactionary bastards!

The squadron leader, doubting his ears at the unconventional order, stammered and asked back.

"Is it true?"

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- This is an order. Blow it up with all your firepower!

Communication was cut off. What woke the confused squadron leader up was a report from his subordinate.

"Comrade squadron leader! I can see the target!"

The target, the General Political Bureau, finally came into view.

"What should I do, Comrade Squadron Leader?"

"What can I do? If you want to criticize, you have to criticize. Just pour it all out!"

As soon as the squadron leader gave the order, all the pilots responded.

Soon, missiles mounted on the MIG-29 were simultaneously fired toward the General Political Bureau headquarters.

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