Genius Grandson of the Loan Shark King

You bombed Pyongyang?

Choe Ryong Hae continued to contact the General Staff Department.

But there was no response from the other side.

bang!

Choe Ryong-hae quickly bent down at the loud explosion.

"Are these crazy dogs firing cannons?"

The first vice-president, who had been bending down with me, came over to me and spoke.

"Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau. It's dangerous here. Please move the command center to the underground bunker."

Choe Ryong-hae nodded and got up.

"Everyone, let's go to the underground bunker! Quickly!"

There was a bunker in the basement of the General Political Bureau headquarters in preparation for war.

We had enough food stocked to last us there for at least a year.

As Choe Ryong-hae left the command center, many military officers quickly followed him.

However, Choe Ryong-hae, who was hastily going down the stairs, had no choice but to stop halfway.

"Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau! We're in big trouble!!"

It was because of the military officer who was calling him from behind and practically flying down the stairs.

"What is it? Why are you making such a fuss!"

"Oh, we're in trouble. They say a fighter jet has taken off from Onsen Airport!!"

"What? A fighter jet?"

In response to Choe Ryong-hae's bewildered question, the military officer nodded his head even more deeply and said.

"Yes! The Chairman of the State Council personally gave the order! The target is here!"

"Is that crazy kid out of his mind? Flying a plane to Pyongyang? He's really crazy. Let's get down to the bunker quickly!"

Choe Ryong-hae quickened his pace and ran down the stairs.

Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, Choe Ryong-hae opened a hidden iron door and went down deeper.

After going down for a while and finally entering the bunker, Choe Ryong-hae called the military officer who had been reporting earlier.

"Is it confirmed that the Air Force has been dispatched?"

"Yes. This is information obtained by intercepting communications."

"You crazy kid! Are you really going to see it through to the end?"

Choe Ryong-hae slammed the table roughly.

The other officers also looked at each other and had a silent conversation.

The first vice director, who had read the mood, asked Choe Ryong-hae.

"What are you going to do? Surrender now······."

"Are you in your right mind?! Surrender? If we surrender, Jang Song-taek will save us? Stop talking nonsense!!"

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"······I don't know about the Army, but if the Air Force is deployed, there is no chance of winning."

"Just wait and see!"

Choe Ryong-hae picked up the phone in front of him and urgently contacted the Air Force Commander.

Fortunately, unlike other places where we couldn't connect, we were able to contact the Air Force Commander right away.

"He is the Director of the General Political Bureau."

- This reactionary bastard! Where are you calling from?

"Comrade Commander. Don't make the mistake of bombing Pyongyang! Don't you feel sorry for the General?"

Unlike Choe Ryong-hae, who spoke calmly and hid his impatience, the Air Force commander went on a rampage.

―This is a siege to eat!

"Comrade Commander. Since the victory in the war for the liberation of the motherland, Pyongyang has never been bombed even once. I will definitely deal with the rebel leader, Jang Song-taek. All of this is the General's······."

― The general has ordered each army to suppress the rebels immediately! Where the hell are you frying! You little bastard! I knew your dark intentions from the beginning! Just wait! The messenger will come for you soon!

The excited Air Force commander just hung up the phone.

"Look here! Commander! Commander!!"

Choe Ryong-hae kept calling him, but there was no answer on the disconnected receiver.

"This little bastard!"

Choe Ryong-hae swore and roughly hung up the phone.

"What does the Air Force Commander say?"

"······."

The first vice director asked, but Choe Ryong-hae did not answer.

"Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau! If things continue like this, we will all be dead! Shouldn't we at least save the lives of our soldiers?"

The First Vice Minister continued to try to persuade him to surrender, but he never received an answer.

When Choe Ryong-hae closed his mouth, the military officers were at a loss as to what to do.

"Police, the bombing has begun! Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau!"

As time passed, the ceiling shook with a loud noise.

* * *

Won Seong-hee, who received word that the Air Force had been dispatched, slowly withdrew his troops.

Even if a precision strike were to occur, there would still be damage from the impact and debris.

"Come on, come on!"

Won Seong-hee continued to give orders without stopping.

As his voice grew louder, the pace at which the troops withdrew quickened.

The soldiers of the General Political Bureau looked on in bewilderment as the escort troops suddenly retreated.

"What is this? Why are you stepping back?"

"Oh, is it possible that Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau persuaded the rebels?"

The soldiers in the General Political Bureau, whose information was delayed, did not hear the news that the Air Force had been dispatched.

As the enemy retreated, the dark faces of the soldiers began to slowly brighten.

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"Long live Comrade Director of the General Political Bureau! Long live the General!"

The cheers of the ignorant General Political Bureau soldiers soon died down when they saw the fighter planes appearing in the sky.

"What is that!"

A missile was fired from a fighter plane that came into view.

All the missiles carried by one squadron were directed at the distraught General Political Bureau.

"Eww!!!"

"Aaah!!"

Before the screams could stop, the missiles had leveled the General Political Bureau headquarters.

"Hey, is this not a joke?"

Won Seong-hee, who was watching the scene from a distance, whistled without realizing it.

A fighter jet flew past the General Political Bureau, returned, bombed it once more, and then leisurely returned.

Won Seong-hee gave orders to his subordinate officers only after confirming that the fighter squadron was returning.

An order to advance to the General Political Bureau headquarters, which was still covered in clouds of dust, and arrest all living people.

* * *

As soon as I got into the car, I fell asleep immediately due to the feeling of relief that came over me.

"Boss. We've crossed the border."

I barely opened one eye at the sound of Igor's voice calling me.

I rubbed my eyes, which were not opening well, and looked out the window.

Before I knew it, the moon was setting and the sun was rising. It seemed like I had been driving all night.

"Did you have any problems crossing the border?"

"Yes. I crossed over via the original route. There were no major issues since I had already finished talking with the Russian and North Korean border posts."

"thank god."

"Are you not uncomfortable while sleeping?"

Igor asked me worriedly, watching me sleep crumpled in the backseat.

Since it was a military vehicle and not a sedan I always drove, I couldn't compare the ride quality.

"It's uncomfortable. But it's okay because the important thing is that I survived."

"sorry."

"What does Igor have to be sorry about? It's enough that he came to save me."

If Igor hadn't come to the rescue, it would have been difficult to cross the border so easily.

As I said that with that meaning, Igor's face brightened slightly.

"Director Medvedev is waiting for you in Vladivostok."

"is it so?"

I didn't know that guy would fly in himself.

Even if you flew from Moscow to Vladivostok, it would take half a day.

"Yes. He said he would come to Vladivostok and wait for us when we left."

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"Thank you. I guess you were worried about me though."

I guess I'll have to give this as a pretty big gift to make it worth it.

Without Russia's help, Igor would not have been able to cross the border and come to my rescue in such a short time.

"Have you heard any news from North Korea?"

"Nothing has been delivered yet."

I nodded and looked out the window again.

A cold wind blew past the window.

* * *

Black Bear training grounds on the outskirts of Vladivostok.

Medvedev was waiting for me there.

"Mr. Kim! That's a relief."

As soon as I got out of the car, he came up to me and hugged me.

"Haha. Thanks to you, I'm safe."

I barely made it back alive, but I'm suffocating.

I laughed, pushing away the man who was hugging me so tightly that I was crushed.

"What are you talking about? I'm glad I could help. Please be careful the next time you enter North Korea."

"I didn't know these crazy guys would try to catch me. They're not like they have no backs······."

"If the president had not been safe, North Korea would have disappeared from the map. Because we will take revenge."

Even though I knew it was empty talk, I didn't feel bad. I just smiled slightly and Medvedev whispered.

"Mr. Kim, the President has asked you to come to Moscow."

"Moscow?"

"Yes. He said we should meet before he returns to Korea."

It's impossible to refuse when the master of the Kremlin calls. I received help this time too.

I nodded and asked.

"Let's do that. Is there any news from Pyongyang?"

"We can't know for sure yet. They say Pyongyang is completely blocked off."

"Are you saying that the coup could have been successful?"

Medvedev shrugged his shoulders in response to my question.

"We have received information that fighter jets have bombed Pyongyang."

"Fighter planes? Fighter planes bombed Pyongyang?"

It was too large a scale to be called a simple coup.

If a civil war breaks out, everything I planned will happen.

If the Air Force had intervened, that person might have moved.

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Kim. Still, the rebels probably won't be able to take control of the Air Force."

"Nobody knows. Kim Jong-il can move the air force. He is still a god in North Korea."

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The brainwashing that has ruled North Korea for decades is truly terrifying.

Even if they outwardly remain loyal to Jang Song-taek, there are likely to be quite a few who would turn their backs on an order given by Kim Jong-il.

"Can't you contact the Russian embassy in Pyongyang?"

The question was asked because Jang Song-taek's office and the Russian embassy were very close.

If it was the Russian embassy, they might have confirmed Jang Song-taek's location.

"I was barely able to contact you via satellite phone······."

"What did you say about Jang Song-taek's office?"

"The last contact was at dawn. At that time, I was told that there was no movement."

"So you're saying we just have to wait."

"Will information come in soon? Whether the coup succeeded or failed?"

The saying goes that time will tell.

I nodded helplessly and asked.

"Are you going straight to Moscow?"

"Can you please not rest?"

"You will have plenty of rest on the plane."

"Then let's leave right away. I think I can take the plane I came on."

"Can Igor and the bodyguards ride together?"

Medvedev nodded and added, looking at the tattered bodyguards and the relatively intact Igor team.

"It's okay, but you have to disarm yourself."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Then let's move together. Let's head straight to the air force base. I think President Kim can ride in the same car as me."

I gave an order to Manager Kim before getting into Medvedev's official car.

"Contact Korea and tell them to send a private plane to Moscow. Also let them know that you arrived safely in Russia. Director Ma will be worried."

"Yes, boss."

I got into the car with Medvedev.

The vehicle carrying us departed for a nearby air force base.

After a ten-hour flight, we arrived in Moscow.

After agreeing to contact him again tomorrow, I parted ways with Medvedev and arrived at his home outside Moscow.

"Everyone, get some rest. Igor, follow me."

After ordering Manager Kim and his bodyguards to rest, he took Igor into the study.

I asked the waiter to make me some coffee and sat down on the comfortable sofa.

"Please give consolation money to the injured mercenaries. A higher amount than usual."

"Yes, I will do that."

While Igor and I were discussing the matter, a servant brought two cups of coffee.

I had a cup of sweet mixed coffee and only then did I feel alive.

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It's nothing more than a cheap cup of coffee that makes you feel confident about life. I smiled faintly without realizing it as I touched the warm cup.

"I've tried all sorts of fancy teas, but nothing is as good as mixed coffee."

After finishing my glass, I started making phone calls here and there.

About an hour passed while I made phone calls to tell them that I had arrived safely in Moscow.

While I was talking, Igor's cell phone rang.

I paused for a moment and looked at Igor.

Igor read my eyes and answered the phone.

Igor, after a brief conversation in Russian, covered his phone with his hand and spoke to me.

"Boss. This is Medvedev, the chief of staff. He said that the boss's cell phone was constantly busy, so he contacted me. He said it was urgent."

I quickly ended the call and picked up Irgo's cell phone.

"Medvedev. What's going on?"

- I just got a call from Pyongyang.

"Really? Is that Jang Song-taek?"

- No. The ambassador contacted me. He said that the situation seems to have been resolved to some extent. The communication line has not been restored yet, so we were not able to talk for long. However······.

Medvedev told me the news the Russian ambassador had given him.

"So you're saying the coup failed?"

It was good news for me.

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