Vroooom.
As he hurriedly started the car, the rearview mirror reflected the shouting taxi driver and the Bowibu agents running up behind him.
He saw the Bowibu agents pull their hands out of their jackets.
They were holding handguns.
“Guns!
Swerve!”
At Oh Gap-su’s shout, Jo Cheol-jung reflexively jerked the steering wheel.
Bang!
Bang!
CRASH!
The rear window shattered as a bullet grazed past the occupants.
Meanwhile, the car left the road in front of the airport and entered the main boulevard.
No more bullets flew their way.
Jo Cheol-jung was driving, but Oh Gap-su was navigating.
With an IQ of 180, Oh Gap-su had an extraordinary memory.
He could even recall things he had only seen in passing.
He perfectly remembered the route to the Korean Embassy that he had checked on the internet.
Wee-ooo.
A police car tailed them with its sirens blaring.
They seemed to have been dispatched after receiving a report.
Oh Gap-su said.
“Ignore them and drive!”
By the time they arrived at the Korean Embassy, the number of police cars had increased to five.
The main gate of the embassy was also blocked by a police barricade.
It seemed the Republic had pulled some strings.
When Jo Cheol-jung glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, Oh Gap-su spoke firmly.
“Step on it.”
“Yes, hold on tight.”
Startled by the taxi charging at them even faster without slowing down, the police officers scrambled out of the way.
CRASH.
BANG.
With a deafening roar, the taxi smashed through the latch of the embassy’s iron gates, plunged inside, and only came to a stop after crashing into a flowerbed.
“Ugh.”
As Oh Gap-su stepped out, bleeding from his forehead, Jo Cheol-jung came limping over.
“Hyung-nim, are you okay?”
“Seeing as I can still feel pain, I don’t think I’m dead.”
Just then, embassy staff rushed out, startled by the commotion.
Fortunately, the police outside the embassy only watched and didn’t come in to catch them.
The embassy was an extraterritorial zone.
A young guy asked in Korean.
“Who are you people?”
“We came to seek asylum in South Korea.”
“Then you should apply formally.
Do you think we just accept anyone who forces their way in like this?
Get out right now.”
“What kind of son of a bitch is this?”
Oh Gap-su, who had been pressing a handkerchief to his forehead to stop the bleeding, stood up and hurled curses at the man yelling at Jo Cheol-jung.
“What?
Son of a bitch?”
“Yeah, you bastard.
We risked our lives to get in here, and if you kick us out to where those cops are waiting, isn’t that just telling us to die?”
“…”
“Is this how South Korea treats asylum seekers?”
“Who are you?”