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Chapter 8. Swirling Republic (3)

Chapter 8. Swirling Republic (3)

The old man’s anger was intense.

He was yelling at the person standing in front of him, as if he had seen a pet he had loved all his life come into the house limping from somewhere with a broken leg.

The person standing in front of the old man had his head bowed and listened to the old man’s shouts, and anyone who knew him normally would be stunned.

But as much as the old man who was madly angry with him, he had no choice but to keep his head down and silently listen.

To tell the truth, this old man was the only person in this Democratic People’s Republic of Korea who could treat him like this.

“What the hell is this in front of the people! You make a guy called the party organizer take the leader, Abadi, and make him go back and forth between the thresholds of the underworld due to poor construction? You’ve been bragging about it like it’s my birthday present, so this is why this Abaddy is the leader, and the people and party members are not happy with it?”

“………………”

“Don’t keep your mouth shut like that of a clam, and give me an answer! Disgrace is also disgrace, but do you even know how many party members and high-ranking military personnel died in this accident? Most of those comrades are zealots who escort our Kim family in the immediate vicinity! After killing Mr. Sagri, how did you become a general and become the chairman of the National Defense Commission? If your mouth is pierced, answer me!”

“……This Kim Jong-il has no face, Abaddy.”

“It’s true no matter how busy you are, the people and military comrades all over the place are dead and thrown out on the fence. Do you know what the citizens of Pyongyang are saying about you right now? If you’re going to do it like this, you’re the party secretary, and you all stop right now!”

“…………………………”

The moment those words came out, the eyes of the person who had his head bowed changed.

It was his son, Kim Jong-il, as well as the one who bowed his head with a seemingly polite answer to the exasperated and insistent leader, Kim Il-sung.

But if someone could look at his face toward the floor, he would know at a glance that he wasn’t too sorry, contrary to what he said.

And it seemed that Kim Il-sung, who was now old and weakened, had the same feeling.

“…Jung-il, how come you have a dirty expression on your face? Don’t you like this abbie’s scolding?”

“no. Abba. Could it be?”

Again, no answer.

Kim Il-sung’s eyes trembled, hidden behind the folds in his glasses, and he immediately told his successor, Kim Jong-il, in a voice that he couldn’t believe it or didn’t want to believe it.

“Jeong-il, are you stingy with these trousers now? You are all old and have no real power, the party and the military are all in your hands, but you can’t go back to the back room, what are you doing, are you thinking like this?”

“…………”

This time there was no answer at all.

Seeing his son who did not even deny, Kim Il-sung seemed to fall by the back of his neck at any moment, but aging seemed to support the old man.

However, the second shock flew at him, who barely managed to stand upright.

“…Abba, if you don’t have anything else to say, I’ll just leave.”

“……What is it? If you have nothing more to say, go? Such a ganna bastard…”

To Kim Jong-il, who is now showing an openly disrespectful attitude, Kim Il-sung seemed to go beyond anger and go crazy.

I can’t believe that his son, who had held himself up like the sky, would hit him like this.

I purged my comrades who had been partisans since childhood, purged Korean War comrades, purged reactionaries who didn’t listen to me, and purged countless others, but I never dreamed of being betrayed by my son at the end of these years. couldn’t

Although it was Kim Il-sung, who had lived in betrayal, purges and lust for almost his entire life, he believed that even he could trust his own blood and son.

However, even for the living gods of North Korea, the adage that ‘power cannot be divided between rich and poor’ was no exception.

“If you think that this father has already become a scarecrow, you are mistaken. I have to keep in mind that I still have the authority to appoint the military. And even if all real powers are handed over to Ne, for the majority of the people, the leader of this republic is still Kim Il-sung. Not Kim Jong-il! Got it?”

“…………”

In an instant, an ominous light flashed in Kim Jong-il’s eyes.

But no matter how he felt, he bowed his head to his father for once.

“It seems that you are not comfortable with your planting after going through a major accident, Abbaji. I went away for a while so that you could rest comfortably.”

“Turn it off! If this happens one more time, wait to think about this Kim Il-sung’s successor again! This ungrateful bastard…”

Without answering, Kim Il-sung left the room and Kim Jong-il asked the military officer who was waiting outside.

“Is everyone here?”

“Yes, everyone is waiting for orders from the general!”

“Girae, no matter what kind of saboteur did the work, the guy who fed this Kim Jong-il torment broke the bone in a single shot. Let’s go.”

Kim Jong-il, who was wheezing in anger and left the palace, asked as if he had remembered something right before he got into the waiting car.

“Ah, come to think of it… Abaddy, are you still enjoying borscht these days?”

Borscht is a type of soup with broth and cream that is widely loved in Eastern Europe including Russia.

For Kim Il-sung, who had spent a long time in the Soviet Union, Kim Jong-il knew that it was a meal that reminds him of his youth, and that he often orders it from a chef and eats it even now that he is an old man.

“of course. Even now, he instructs his comrade cook to make it often.”

“Then tell me later, including the cook comrade, all of Abaddy Subald’s comrades from the President’s Palace to come to the company. In the meantime, it must have been a lot of hard work for the elderly, but shouldn’t we have to praise him for his hard work in the future?”

“I got it. General!”

As soon as the car left, Kim Jong-il leaned back on the leather seat and closed his eyes.

As his father, Kim Il-sung, always taught him, being a leader is a place where you have to make tough decisions, and he just made a tough decision.

‘Since you have dedicated yourselves to the Republic for so long, it’s time to hand it over to your son and enjoy the peace. I’ll send you away without pain, so go in peace, Abba.’

The car ran at high speed, and of course all traffic lights were ignored, but no one dared to catch the general’s private vehicle.

The destination was the company where all of Kim Jong-il’s men were gathered.

The conference room on the 3rd floor of the Workers’ Party of Korea was as quiet as a mouse, even though there were quite a few people there.

If you look at the faces of the gathered figures, you can see the heads of departments specializing in the party, the heads of the security department, the heads of each faction committee, and even the generals at the commander-in-chief of the military.

Even though each and every one of them was asking for the release of the republic, they were all waiting in silence as if to death.

He was well aware that the planting of the soon-to-be-arrived person would never be comfortable, or, perhaps, that some of them might die and leave this room.

Knock—!!!

“The general is here!”

Droo!!!

There was the sound of a chair being scratched, and everyone jumped up from their seats.

The person who entered the room, Kim Jong-il, glanced at them with anger-filled eyes, and then issued a warning.

“Today, one guy is going to die and leave. Let’s see who this Kim Jong-il is going to be, who puts shit on his face and jeopardizes the life of the leader of his father-in-law.”

“…………”

All the participants swallowed their saliva at Kim Jong-il’s swearing.

Judging by the scale of the incident, everyone expected that Kim Jong-il would be furious.

However, considering Kim Jong-il’s usual violent behavior, that was a realistic enough prediction.

“Construction Award! What was the cause of the accident? One time ㅤㅇㅡㄼ Look!”

“That, that is……”

The head of the construction department, a specialized division of the party, was unable to speak and only trembled.

It’s only been one day since the accident, but the cause of the accident has already been narrowed down, I can’t just say honestly.

What do you mean by saying, ‘There are so many things from lack of technology to material defects in the beginning, from the beginning to excessive construction and shortening of the construction period that it is impossible to conclude on one thing’?

If he had honestly confessed to Kim Jong-il, who was still hurt, he would have been the one to die here today.

I had to put the blame on someone.

“Why can’t you speak? Do you want to taste pea grains?”

“Oh, that’s… General… Probably… it’s because the materials are poor…”

At the construction remarks, Kim Jong-il, everyone’s eyes turned to a young man sitting at the edge of the table.

However, contrary to expectations, the young man, Jeonghwan, had a surprisingly calm expression.

‘As expected. Since I have the lowest position and no power, will you use me as a casual scapegoat? Sooner or later you will change.’

“Hey, Kim Jung-hwan! Did you just hear me?”

“Yes, I heard. General.”

“You are still my blood, so give me an excuse. If you have something to say, do it.”

“……………………”

There was a terrible silence over the table.

What Kim Jong-il hates the most is excuses.

Moreover, no matter how much Kim Jong-il avoided killing the same Baekdu bloodline, there was no other way to take responsibility for an accident of this scale except death.

The young man, who was already very unfamiliar with everyone at the table, was no different than a breathing corpse.

But the young man’s answer overturned everyone’s expectations.

“I will not make excuses. Please kill me.”

“What?”

“I am as much involved in an accident that has caused such a nuisance to the general and the leader, what can I say? I am just sorry.”

“…………………………”

‘Even a person who was originally madly angry tends to become cold for a while to a person who comes out with this attitude. Especially if Kim Il-sung is alive, which is strictly forbidden to kill people of the same Baekdu bloodline.’

In fact, at the complete surrender of Jeong-hwan, Kim Jong-il’s expression became slightly complicated.

The thing he hates the most is the useless excuses that make him even more angry.

However, the opponent, even his half-brother, came out cleanly in a monk’s robe and gave his neck out, so killing him right now is a bit far-fetched.

If there is no one there, isn’t this the place where all of the aides who know that Jeonghwan is his half-brother gather together?

“……Is that true?”

“How can I tell lies in front of the general? I just want you to let the general know that there is a peninsula that harbors aversion to you and die.”

“…what is it? Peninsula? Who is that?”

In an instant, the atmosphere at the table was reversed again.

The other executives looked at Jeonghwan with eyes like, ‘What the hell is that crazy guy talking about?’

Could it be that the fear of death has turned your head?

But whether they did or not, Jeonghwan spoke out resolutely.

“…I used only the finest products imported from Japan. Besides, the general will know that it was transported to Pyongyang after thorough inspection by the authorities at the port.”

“……That’s right. I also got a report.”

“If it turns out that there is a problem with the material, wouldn’t it be natural to inspect the material and suspect the person who transported it?”

“……………………”

“Besides, I heard that the authorities who had recently inspected the material moved a large number of troops from Pyongyang to Wonsan under the pretext of inspection. So, unlike the officers of the General Guard, they said that they did not suffer much from this accident.”

As he said those words, Jeonghwan’s gaze shifted to a more senior seat at the table, to a person close to Kim Jong-il.

Just as he was drawn to his gaze, the gazes of other people and Kim Jong-il also turned to him.

The person who received the gaze with a pale face was Kim Young-ryong, director of the National Security Agency .