The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 110



< Tiger Hunt >

When I was living as the modern-day Park Byung-jun I worked with Japanese partners quite a bit.

“Hello Byungjun. Please take care of me.”

“Representative Nakamura. It’s been a while. Please sit over here.”

“I heard there’s a new law being created in Washington regarding carbon emissions.”

“yes.”

“I hope this part is an exception so that our company doesn’t suffer any damage.”

“Okay I understand. I will try to reflect on it.”

As a modern-day Park Byung-jun what is the last thing you remember?

I went to Tokyo Japan on a business trip and the Nankai Earthquake occurred and a wooden stake went through my body.

I had many memories related to Japan so much so that my last memory was of a scene in Japan.

ah.

Of course since my parents are Korean I refused all the unpleasant requests such as lobbying for comfort women or forced labor.

Because I’m not the type of person who sells my conscience for money.

“Byungjun Sang.”

“Representative Nakamura please speak.”

“Since you have some time to spare may I tell you an interesting story?”

As I spent a lot of time traveling to Japan as a business partner I was able to talk to quite a few Japanese people.

Most of our conversations were business-related but occasionally when I had time I was able to learn about their history and unique culture.

Thanks to this I was able to acquire a lot of information related to Japan.

Except for the Kansai region near Osaka Japanese people do not reveal their feelings easily.

When taking a bath one family member shares the bath water.

It was when I started doing this that I realized I was obsessed with manuals.

“Japanese people follow the manual very strictly because then they can avoid their own responsibility. Because of this Japanese people are said to be inflexible.”

“Oh I see.”

“Mr. Abe was helpless before the assassin because of this problem. But unfortunately our Japan is not changing.”

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『Tang tang tang-』

21st century.

It is said that the reason why the bodyguards were confused when former Prime Minister Abe was assassinated was because they did not call his name ‘Abe’.

Nakamura explains that traditionally Japanese assassins would call out their target’s name once before starting their attack.

He claimed that there was a manual for dealing with this but the situation did not go as planned so the security guards were unable to protect Abe.

“Lee Kang!”

A brain structure that is a little incomprehensible.

At that time I was half-believing and half-doubting and just remembered this information.

But now my life depends on it.

After the engagement ceremony I gave instructions to the head of the security team Lee Man-sik and told him the top priority situations to be on guard against.

Someone I don’t know calls me by my name.

He explained that I should be especially cautious when someone approaches me calling my real name.

“Lee Kang!”

After three months the incident I had warned about occurred.

When I first heard my real name I was a little taken aback.

Because no one has ever called me Lee Kang.

But when I heard my second name and some of the bodyguards looked at me and took notice I got a feeling.

I’m saying it’s a little dangerous.

“I will go forward. Your Majesty please stay behind.”

Originally my security was assigned to the three Irish brothers.

After Lee Man-sik inherited it he became the head of the security team and always guarded me from the side.

He whispered to me softly and then stepped forward.

“Who are you? Do you know me?”

Lee Man-sik acted more exaggeratedly than usual and acted like me.

I watched him slowly approaching a stranger my heart pounding with anticipation.

“Die Joseon-jing!”

Tang tang-

It was ominous for some reason.

A gunshot rang out.

‘shit.’

I quickly bent down.

When a gunfight breaks out between the two sides the first thing to do is to find a place to take cover.

I looked around and watched how things were going.

* * *

Bang- bang bang bang-

Just five minutes ago this was downtown San Francisco.

A very ordinary place with a large church surrounded by cafes and restaurants.

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But now this place has become a bloody battlefield.

Tang tang-

Bang bang bang-

I don’t know how many but there are countless assassins shooting at me.

Judging by the number of gleaming muzzles it seemed like there were more than three times as many as my bodyguards.

‘Crazy things.’

Is it because you think it’s over if you catch just me?

They didn’t care how many civilians died.

“Whoa-”

“Everyone get down!”

The people coming out of the church went back into the church in confusion.

Some crazy assassins even showed meticulous behavior by chasing them into churches and checking if there were any Asians.

““The one who fell is not Lee Kang. It’s a bodyguard.””

““It’s the author. Lee Kang is in the center of the Joseon-jings gathered here. Fire toward him.””

The Japanese language was so sloppy that I couldn’t interpret the content accurately.

But they get angry and mention my name.

It seemed as if someone knew exactly what my face was because they kept firing bullets in this direction instead of toward the fallen bodyguard.

‘Well this is the era when cameras are widespread. Some people might know my face.’

Bang-bang-

My group and I took refuge in a nearby shelter and fought off the enemy by returning fire.

A fleeting moment.

“We the Imperial subjects of the Empire of Japan have come to judge you. Die!”

The criminals’ final shouts in English flashed through my mind.

‘Imperial subjects of the Empire of Japan.’

They did not hide their identity.

Perhaps because they judged the current situation to be just and fair.

‘They are convinced criminals.’

The image of them holding Allah’s magic wand that I had seen on the modern internet came to my mind.

Those who commit terrorism against civilians because of their religious beliefs.

Their and their appearances overlapped.

‘It means they are truly crazy.’

I’m scared.

I was reminded once again that I was living in the early 20th century a time of fierce storms.

Tang tang-

A situation where the time spent shooting at each other becomes longer.

All kinds of little wounds appear.

Ting-

Even rocks are thrown.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yes.”

The first of our group to be injured was Walter Rothschild.

He is the Baron’s nephew and will succeed him as the second Baron Rothschild.

“Ugh… blood!”

I don’t know if it was shrapnel or if the bullet hit the rock and the recoil caused the rock to bounce back.

His pretty face was scarred.

“iced coffee-”

It wasn’t a serious injury but there was some bleeding.

“Hey Rothschild! Rothschild!”

“This prince.”

“It appears that Mr. Rothschild has fainted.”

Or get a shot.

There are some people who faint at the sight of blood and Walter Rothschild seems to be one of them.

Rothschild seeing the red blood collapsed like a powerless ceremonial balloon.

Ethel’s brother and Deputy Morgan began to support Walter and touch various parts of his body.

“This prince.”

“Tell me.”

“Fortunately Walter seems to be okay.”

“There are no visible gunshot wounds on the body.”

Fortunately or unfortunately Walter Rothschild was safe.

I see that there is no blood flowing from my body like my bodyguards.

“Your Majesty things are going badly.”

Perhaps because they could not overcome their numerical disadvantage the bodyguards began to fall one by one.

“Ugh…”

“You must apply pressure to the wound.”

A white man who had been nearby for a while now is taking care of my bodyguards who were shot.

He pressed the scar while giving orders to other civilians nearby.

“Who are you by the way?”

“I am Mark Vincent a doctor working at the North Wharf.”

I turned my head and looked at the person who was pressing the wound.

“Charlie Exxon. I’m a reporter for the California Times.”

The doctor is a reporter.

I feel like heaven is helping me.

“These people have fallen. Fortunately they avoided hitting major blood vessels so they are not in danger of dying. However this one is seriously injured. Mr. Exxon please press hard on the wound.”

I’m not the only one with bodyguards.

Morgan and Rockefeller also hired bodyguards.

One of the dogs appeared to be badly injured and Mark Vincent tended to them before quickly turning his head toward the church.

“What are you doing?”

Mark tries to move without fear.

I tried to dissuade him because he could easily become a beehive if he rushed out of cover.

“I think I’ll go back to the chapel for a moment.”

“Doctor your stomach is in danger.”

Morgan also tried to dissuade him.

But Mark was a man with a strong sense of mission and he pushed aside our attempts to dissuade him.

“I have my bag in the chapel. I have packed a few bandages in case of an emergency but I can only get them if I go inside the chapel.”

Mark headed to the chapel wearing a bloody shirt.

Fortunately as if by a stroke of luck he was able to enter the chapel.

“Instrument!”

Screams echoed from all over.

It must be because of Mark’s bloody clothes.

“FXXX… FXXX…”

Vice President Rockefeller who usually pretended to be noble as he could.

Swear words began to flow from his mouth as well.

It was my first time seeing him like this and I was speechless for a moment.

“Fucking bastards. Those bastards who should never have been born.”

Morgan Jr. kept cursing the assassins as if he had developed a Japanophobia because of this incident.

I stared at Morgan for a while and then quickly turned my head away.

‘It’s dangerous.’

me too.

Those next to me too.

It’s getting more and more dangerous.

How do you not know?

That’s because the gunshots got louder and louder as time passed.

It was obvious that the enemies were gradually closing in on us.

‘Damn.’

If we stall the police will come but can we hold out until then?

Instinctively I sought refuge from the retreat.

‘You can go to the empty lot behind the church.’

You can escape into the alley.

Or you can go inside the church.

Anyway I think it’s better than just staying here.

“Your Majesty I think we need to move.”

“I think so too. You guys stay here.”

“Yes. What is that…”

“The other party did this to kill me. If I leave this place you will be safe so there is no reason to take the risk.”

Morgan and Rockefeller looked at each other as if they were wondering what was going on.

To this I replied:

“Oh no that won’t work.”

“That’s right. As a man born with two testicles it is a disgrace to avoid other people’s troubles in order to save my own life.”

Rockefeller looked at me with his fists clenched and his eyes burning with anger.

“If I send the prince away alone how will I see my youngest brother?”

Was it because he was inspired by Rockefeller’s determination?

Morgan also declined my offer with an enthusiastic tone.

“As a future in-law I cannot just ignore the prince’s plight.”

what.

I was a little touched.

“You guys.”

I held their hands tightly and asked them a favor.

“Life is precious. So stop being greedy.”

“This prince…”

I looked at the remaining bodyguards leaving Morgan and Rockefeller with tears in their eyes.

Among them I discovered a person I knew well.

“Will you move with me?”

“Yes Your Majesty. The rest of you stay behind and fire warning shots so Your Majesty can escape.”

“Yes Deputy Manager.”

Kim Young-ho who came to the United States from Pyongyang two years ago.

He the son of a poor farmer who had served in the army and now became my bodyguard opened his mouth as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Are you ready?”

“okay.”

“I will move.”

As soon as he finished speaking the security personnel remaining at the scene started shooting from their guns.

Perhaps because of the warning shots the Japanese assassins did not fire for a while which allowed Kim Young-ho and I to escape into a nearby alley.

Tang tang-

The farther away you get from the church the quieter the gunshots become.

As we move away from the phenomenon that’s naturally going to happen.

“This prince.”

“This way.”

Those bastards….

Morgan and Rockefeller who were told to wait quietly make a loud noise and move.

They called out to me and made it seem as if I was moving along with them.

They quickly flew towards the church.

‘If we do that it will be dangerous…’

If I see you alive again I’ll have to treat you well.

When I see them taking care of me without sparing their lives I know that they are people with a sense of duty.

Kim Young-ho and I ran hard.

like that

When you are increasingly moving away from the church.

bang-

A gunshot was heard nearby.

“Ugh…”

Kim Young-ho who was guarding me from my side collapsed.

““Yoshi.””

Because a man who appeared to be Japanese fired a gun from the alley across the street.

““I caught you Lee Kang.””

The assassin approaches me.

like.

As if he had expected me to run away he was moving towards me blocking my escape route.

“Die.”

With those words the Japanese assassin pulled the trigger.

Bang-bang-

Two gunshots rang out.

hereto.

My body collapsed.

* * *

‘Fucking ninja bastards….’

When one of them was shot by a gun.

My first thought was ‘It hurts.’

Middle school days.

Memories of fighting with all my might against the big black guys on the soccer team flashed through my mind.

‘omg.’

It felt like that guy whose entire body was made of muscle clenched his fist and hit me in the heart.

The shock left me unable to breathe properly for a while.

thud-

When I get hit with a strong punch during sparring my legs lose strength without me realizing it.

A similar situation occurred.

100 million-

Moreover the recoil of the gun pushed my body backwards so I fell forward and hit the ground head first.

Maybe it was because I was swept by the sand on the floor but the back of my head felt quite cold.

‘Strength…’

It seems like I have a slight concussion and I feel dizzy and have no strength in my whole body.

For a while I lay sprawled on the floor defenseless.

““I’m going to catch a tiger with my own hands.””

I couldn’t interpret it because it was Japanese but judging from the way he approached me and spoke I wondered if he was swearing at me.

The Japanese assassin slowly approached me looked at me and smiled triumphantly.

He pointed the gun at my head as if he was going for a kill shot and pulled the trigger.

Tick- Tick-

Did God help me?

As the magazine was empty only the hollow sound of the trigger being pulled could be heard around.

““Damn it. Why did it have to be this time?”

This time again an unknown word rang in my ears.

Judging from the raspy voice it seems like it’s a curse.

The assassin trembled and quickly replaced the magazine.

Then he reloaded again and pointed the gun at my head.

““Go to hell Lee Kang.””

Judging by my name being called it looks like he’s going to shoot again.

Bang-bang-

I opened my eyes wide and looked at his face until the very end.

Because it was unfair.

Because it was a pity.

My eyes won’t close.

‘It’s hot.’

Gunshots rang out.

At the same time blood splashed on my face.

As my vision turned red.

thud-

There was a sound.

Because the guy who had been smiling wickedly above me for a long time has fallen.

I don’t know what happened though.

<Tiger Hunt> End