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gun
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The solid, thick iron door was quite heavy.
I pushed open the gray, swirling iron door with my shoulder and went in.
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"Are you here?"
My father's deep voice echoed through the chairman's office. I frowned, not wanting to hear it, and listened to him. The bodyguard seemed at a loss when he saw my frown.
“What I want to say is”
“How about coming back in and taking up arms?”
“I want to”
“Even if I say no, you’re just going to force me to come.”
“Do you think I don’t know my father that well?”
“Stop talking nonsense and just grab this gun.”
The chairman took a pistol out of the drawer and threw it at the woman. She caught the flying gun with one hand and threw it to the floor.
“Fuck, I don’t want to do this.”
"Shut up"
“Pick it up and shoot it at the target here.”
The target board was different from the others in that it had a human face pasted on it. The heroine felt her teeth chatter as she looked at it.
The most ugliest thing about me was that I had to hold the gun I had barely let go of and that the bodyguard had to show me this.
"Fuck"
Even though I loaded the gun and fired roughly, the bullet hit the center.
“Your skills haven’t died yet.”
“Because the chairman speaks like he’s going to kill me.”
“It’s become a habit.”
“How many times have I said I want to put down the gun?”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Go to the training ground quickly and shoot a gun.”
"Another organization is coming in today."
“Fuck..”
The female protagonist muttered softly, then opened the iron door again and went out.
And Kim Seok-jin, who was standing there awkwardly, followed Yeo-ju.
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