Awakened as a Superman

{ Bertrand 2 }

“It’s messy…”

Yang Gwang summarized Bertrand’s impressions of the old story in one word.

“Yeah. Violence is closer than the law. What can I do? I had to be careful about arresting and threatening my family.”

“So.”

“Anyway, I was restraining myself as much as possible. But there was one of the gangsters who was drooling and had his eyes opened, probably because he was on drugs. The guy who seems to be the leader is about to clear up the situation and go back, but suddenly the guy who took the drug says it’s bad. Will.”

“how?”

“Suddenly he jumped forward and grabbed my head with his hand and giggled as he pretended to shake my lower leg.”

“You’re an asshole. Out of nowhere.”

Bertrand grinned at Yang Gwang’s naked words.

“Then the guy who was laughing because he liked it all of a sudden pulled the gun out of his waist and said something really stupid. ‘Why? like this.”

Bertrand, who was continuing the conversation, felt he needed an explanation, so he added something sooner rather than later.

“A Magnum is a bullet. A bullet. So, is it the size of a single AA battery? It is powerful because it contains the most charge among regular pistol bullets. The Desert Eagle I mentioned last time uses this magnum bullet.”

Yuhan-wol nodded as if he remembered.

“Anyway, in the US, sassy bastards sometimes say that their genitals are Magnums. They do this because they want to brag about the size of their things like pistols that use magnum bullets… I said, but the magnum bullets are not. It’s about the size of a battery. He’s making such an asshole-like sound with his mouth, so he doesn’t really have any thoughts…”

“That’s right.”

“That dog-like bastard rubbed the gun in my mouth and yelled at me, then smiled again, pulled up the gun and got up. Then he turned back and turned around as if he was about to go to his friends, and suddenly he lost his balance and fell down on his own.”

Bertrand’s eyes were momentarily silenced.

His mouth opened slowly.

“And, Tang!”

“no way…?”

“Your wife was right.”

“…”

“There’s a saying in the military. No matter how much you aim and shoot, the target doesn’t hit well, but oddly enough, if you get hit by an accidental shot, someone is sure to hit you.”

Yuhan-wol looked at Bertrand with a stiff face.

His words continued to flow softly.

“It was as if the world had stopped. My life partner… my everything was murdered.”

As if he had fallen into reminiscence for a moment, he stood still and smiled bitterly.

“But my head… was so cold-hearted. I grasped the situation at once. I knew right away that I couldn’t save my wife. The bullet pierced my chest precisely.

“Really… what a word of comfort…”

It’s hard to ask about the back story.

Yang Yang-gwang made a gesture as if he didn’t care about the difficult words and spoke lightly.

“Killed them all.”

“…”

“I killed them all. I killed all those gangsters on the spot. It was no use crying and begging. They all had bullets in their heads. Especially for that drug bastard… I especially put a magnum in Ji’s mouth. You’d feel it right. . Because the bullet that went into the mouth went up through the brain.”

Yuhan-wol imagined the situation.

Armed gangsters surround him.

What would you do as a gangster?

The terrified man’s wife died in an accident.

So they must have anticipated and prepared for it.

But Bertrand’s mention of killing them all seems to have had nothing to do with it.

As if you could do it any time you wanted.

Yuhanwol looked at Bertrand.

‘Bert… Were you already a weapon before you were tested on humans?’

His beloved wife, who could be called the only family member, was murdered.

‘therefore… The enemy has no mercy… ‘

His firm hand that felt so certain that it felt like it was overdone.

It looks like it wasn’t a bad thing.

Whether he knew Yuhan Wol’s thoughts or not, Bertrand’s words even flowed out.

“Everyone present there died.”

“Are you talking about your co-workers too?”

Bertrand, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth as he turned to Yang Yang-gwang who asked the question, as if trying to evoke him.

“Yeah. I was unlucky in the shooting scene. That colleague… It was from staking cryptocurrencies and colluding with the gangs. Maybe death was better.”

* * *

“Berland…”

A coworker sitting on the floor called him with trembling eyes.

In an instant, all the gangsters died.

It wasn’t just that he was shot and killed during a fight.

He had his head banged on the floor for a while, and when he looked up, he saw gangsters wriggling on the floor after being shot in the body.

And he approaches them and slams bullets into their heads one by one.

There was no strength in my legs.

It was a space filled with blood spurting out from all directions and overflowing with groans of pain and the smell of gunpowder.

Still, to him, the terrifyingly realistic sight felt something unrealistic.

Because the person who did it himself was none other than his co-worker.

The man who killed all the gangsters, probably because he didn’t hear what he called, stands undisturbed in his seat.

I rub my eyes again to see if the guy I know is really right.

“Bertrand… are you okay?”

A co-worker called him again.

A voice that was quietly handed out despite having more courage.

But he still doesn’t even move because he doesn’t recognize his words.

A co-worker looked around in amazement.

I don’t know if I should report it to the police or what to do.

At that moment, a quiet voice was heard.

A voice so low that you wouldn’t even notice it if you didn’t listen carefully.

“Why?”

“Yes…?”

It was Bertrand’s voice.

When a coworker hurriedly turns his gaze, his eyes meet with him, who is looking at him.

“Why did you do this?”

He hurriedly spit out the words, feeling an unfamiliar feeling.

“I, too, did it after being threatened! I didn’t do it because I wanted to do it!”

“therefore?”

“yes?”

“therefore?”

His eyes staring at him with only his head turned are so frightening.

“Bertrand. Hey… man, what do you mean by that?”

“So, that’s what you did. Why did you bring them to me?”

“Oh, hey… they threatened me…”

he starts walking

“Yeah, let me guide you…”

juggling

The blood that had pooled on the floor was splashed out in all directions at his footsteps.

“Ugh… Bertrand! It’s because I was threatened too!”

His footsteps stopped when he reached a co-worker.

Bertrand, who looked down at him silently for a moment, opened his mouth.

“Yes. I understand.”

Bertrand’s words came out as his coworker’s awkward face turned bright red.

“But it’s not forgiving.”

bang

* * *

A man in plain clothes, wearing jeans and a black hoodie, was walking down the street.

Screens lined up along the roadside.

His lowered eyes glanced at various information.

[Gang annihilation case!]

[Gangster Massacre]

[Found murdered by a group of gangsters in a family home]

[After that, all the gangsters in the area seem to have been slaughtered]

[Who the hell did this?]

[The main suspect is the resident, the husband of the deceased]

‘… … ‘

The location of the house is where the private houses were gathered.

Surrounded by the sound of the gunfire, local residents must have immediately reported it to the police.

When the police arrived, they must have found dead gangsters and civilians in a house.

Prolonged gunshots from a local gang hideout followed.

The police would not have slept through the night.

As he got off, Bertrand’s sight saw the police walking from afar.

Naturally, he turned his course and entered the alley next to him.

Then he dug among the homeless.

The homeless people around him, who had glanced at him, soon lost interest and idly idly.

Bertrand buried himself in a space where heaps of garbage could accumulate.

[If you stay like this, you will be caught.]

His sober reason sent a warning.

He closed his eyes and thought.

‘I know.’

but he did nothing wrong

It has removed the social evils that should be eliminated from this world.

Garbage that should have been removed by the public authorities earlier.

That’s why his wife died.

[If caught, you will rot in prison for the rest of your life.]

‘I know that, too.’

But there is no motivation.

Then someone came to Bertrand’s mind.

‘Did your father feel this way?’

After returning from the war, the expression on his father’s face, which sometimes looked dazed.

‘Will I just die?’

I don’t really feel like living.

Did your father think this too?

‘… … ‘

Why did my father lead a life with no ambition?

After returning home from the war, his wife soon left, leaving only his unkind son left behind.

‘then… because of me?’

Was it like a sense of responsibility for the blood?

Bertrand smirked and said to himself.

But I don’t have any left.

It’s catchy to see some neatly dressed people come and talk to the homeless people around them.

They are worthy of an award on their own.

Even more so are the words that are heard at first sight on the wind.

Where else can you find a place that treats the homeless so well?

Then a voice whispered to Bertrand.

[Look at me.]

‘Elizabeth… ‘

[Bert, look at me.]

When the bullet pierced her, she said.

The moment before her body fell to the ground.

Two eyes met.

her soul said

[I’m fine.]

‘I’m not okay.’

[I’m really fine.]

‘I’m not really okay.’

[I guess I called you all the way here for nothing.]

‘No, not at all. It was the happiest time of my life.’

[Now go back to your original position.]

‘No, this is my place.’

[I was greedy. I want to be together.]

‘I’ll be there soon. Let’s keep going.’

Her soul shook her head.

[No, you have work to do. big work to do. If you don’t do your best and just follow me, you’ll never see me.]

‘… … ‘

Bertrand’s soul, his face hardened.

A body controlled by a disciplined reason that always keeps cool.

don’t shed tears

But my heart is flowing.

What the hell am I supposed to do here?

The world is meaningless now.

[Bert. my love.]

Without answering him, Elizabeth’s soul embraced him warmly.

‘… … ‘

I sensed the police coming from afar, looking around.

Bertrand got up and trudged to his seat.

“Let’s go together.”

People dressed in scruffy while riding some homeless people in a van.

They looked at Bertrand, who suddenly slipped between them and got burnt up in a car, with a little startled eyes.

But he is sitting in the back seat without any action.

They glanced at each other and whispered to each other for a moment, then closed the door and set off.