Baek Seung-hyun’s wife hid under the bed, covering their baby’s mouth to stifle any sound, while Baek hung from the harness he’d rigged, motionless, gripping his revolver with eyes full of murderous intent. His gaze fixated on the shadow cast outside the porthole.


    “Damn it.”


    The man outside muttered and moved on.


    Nearby, a scream pierced the air.


    “Someone—help me! Please!”


    Baek recognized the voice.


    It belonged to the young doctor couple who had been the only ones kind to him and his family, even offering to examine his baby.


    Baek stayed silent.


    “Now that you mention it, there’s a rotting smell coming from that room.”


    The raiders broke down the door to Baek’s original cabin and went inside.


    “Ugh, damn it.”


    “When the hell did this guy die?”


    “What a short-tempered bastard.”


    Seeing the hanging corpse in the adjacent room, the raiders left.


    Baek, who had been holding his breath and gripping his revolver, ready to fight to the death, finally exhaled deeply.


    One by one, his neighbors died.


    And this is a story about making neighbors again.Hope.About people dreaming the same dream of Korea.This is the story of our slightly strange but kind and cool neighbor.Damn Americans!Too many idiots!How did such a stupid country lead the world?I hate the USA.


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