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    This masked killer who assassinated Park Chung-hee at the heavily guarded Blue House of South Korea on New Year's Eve was truly a bold and careful professional killer. Every move he made was designed and executed with precision.  , it was just right, and it all reflected his superb professional level. Every bullet he fired was enough to kill someone. Among the bullets he fired, one of them penetrated Park Zhengxi's left atrium and ventricular opening.  The aorta on the right front and top "under the strong pressure of 83.3 milliliters per second of heart pumping" blood spurted out from the bullet entrance in Park Chung-hee's chest, spraying like a fountain, reaching a height of more than 3 meters in the restaurant where Park Chung-hee was dining.  On the floor of the floor, the yellow cushion on the backrest where Park Chung Hee sat and the screen behind it were spattered with blood, brain tissue, and the remains of some organs, flesh, and bones brought out by the warhead.  The "geisha escort" of the South Korean president sitting to the left of Park Chung-hee was relatively calm. She saw the masked killer move to the back of the screen like an agile civet cat, and then opened the rear window, very agile and silently.  She jumped out. She calmed down, held Pu Zhengxi's left arm with both hands, and kept shaking her to the right. "Sister Xiaoo," Pu Zhengxi, who was covered in blood, asked tremblingly and crying: "Your Excellency.  , Your Excellency, "What's wrong with you? Wake up, are you okay?" Isn't this nonsense? Who has his whole chest smashed and a third of his head knocked off and can still be okay?  It seems that this "little sister" is also a doll-shaped beauty with big breasts and no brains.  She didn't know that there are about 4,000 ml of blood in the human body. If a woman bleeds 1,000 ml in a short period of time, she will be on the verge of death. If a man bleeds 400 ml, it will be enough to kill him. Park Chung-hee is in  "In just a few seconds after being shot, the amount of bleeding quickly reached more than 1,000 milliliters," not to mention half of his head was shattered. "A few seconds ago, I was still full of ambition and hope, and I was still worried about my loss."  People who are worried about their future and want to play an infinitely romantic game of "one dragon, one dragon and one phoenix" with these two "accompanying geishas" have no ideas now.  The material foundation on which his spirit relied for survival was completely destroyed, and his spirit disappeared along with it. His Excellency Park Chung-hee stared at the world that had nothing to do with him with eyes full of horror, and his pupils were unwilling to do so.  It has spread and become turbid. The body that was originally elastic and warm now feels like the meat products with clearly marked prices on the chopping board in the meat shop, and has begun to gradually become cold and hard.  He can no longer answer the greetings of his beloved doll.  After Park Chung-hee was shot and lost consciousness, "like all unconscious people, the muscles of the whole body, including the sphincter, were relaxed. This caused Park Chung-hee to become incontinent. In addition to being filled with the smell of blood, the luxurious casual restaurant at Blue House was also filled with Park Chung-hee and the man who was being raped.  The "little sister" who was kicked unconscious was "incontinent" from the front and back, and the foul smell of dry and thin excrement came out. The "escort geisha" who was kicked unconscious by the masked man was unconscious.  The hysterical screams in front of me alerted Li Minghao, the presidential personal guard who was watching TV in the waiting room. Li Minghao jumped up from the sofa like a compressed spring.  He took out the German-made "Yurta" 8.2 mm caliber pistol from the holster on his left hand, quickly loaded the bullet, and rushed out of the waiting room. The first thing he saw when he came out of the door was the man lying in front of the restaurant.  The bodies of Park Chang-yong, the deputy director of the security department, and Zheng She-kyung, another quickie of the president's personal guard. Zheng She-kyung's body was face down in the shape of a "big", lying on the thick carpet in the corridor, holding a gun similar to his own in his right hand.  The German-made "Yurta" seven-shot 8.2mm caliber, highly lethal pistol, Li Minghao felt that the opponent's attack was so fast that even the fastest shooter in the security department was killed before he could draw his gun.  The bloody head of Pu Changyong, the deputy director of the security department, was resting on the waist of Zheng Shejing's body with his right hand on his chest. Apparently, his head was blown off by his opponent before he could take out the gun. The body shrank to the left of Zheng Shejing's body.  The expensive Persian carpet was stained red with the blood of two people.  Li Minghao held up his gun and slid towards the wall.  Then he slammed open the door of the restaurant and made a move to shoot at any time." His gun followed his gaze and quickly searched every corner of the restaurant. No suspicious target was found. He saw the big door behind the restaurant.  He opened the window and knew that the murderer had escaped from here. Only then did he pay attention to everything in the restaurant. There were blood stains on the ceiling and floor. He walked to Park Zhengxi's body lying in a pool of blood, and raised one leg.  He knelt down and looked at the pupils of the President's eyes which were staring blankly. In order to confirm whether the President was really dead, he put his left hand under Park Chung-hee's nose and tried to breathe. After that, he could no longer find anything on the prostitute.  If there is any sign of life, he will not die anymore. He had no time to ask these two "escort girls", and he didn't care about the life and death of these two geishas. He rushed out in a hurry.While shouting: "The President has been assassinated! The President has been assassinated!" Then he rushed into the duty room on the left side of the "Sejong Room", picked up the phone, and shouted: "Get me to the home of An Shanjae, the director of the Security Department."  , I have an emergency report.¡±  "Dingling bell" Park Chung-hee's nephew-in-law, South Korea's Central Intelligence Minister Kim Jong-pil, who was full of wine and food and was having sex, climbed down from his wife, pulled up his pajamas, and covered his "rising",  The little brother cursed loudly: "What the hell is going on? I won't even let you hit me during the Chinese New Year." "Hey" who is that?  What's up?  ", he picked up the phone and asked impatiently, and the voice of An Shanzai, director of the Security Department of the Presidential Palace came from the phone: "Is it Minister Kim?  "I am Ahn Sun-jae." The President was assassinated at the Blue House. "What's going on? Please explain it to me clearly." Kim Jong-pil, who had only turned out after the Chinese New Year, thought there was something wrong with his ears, and he didn't believe his ears.  Ahn Sun-jae, director of the Security Department, repeated: "Just now, President Park Chung-hee was assassinated at the Blue House." "What time did you say just now? Who assassinated the president? Has the murderer been caught?" "It was at 22:41.  An unidentified masked man killed two guards and then assassinated the president. The murderer has not yet been caught and is now being hunted. "An Shanzai, the director of the security department, did not care to speak politely to his superiors.  He was polite and said eagerly: "Come quickly!" "Dear, please hurry up." What's the matter?  Grinding and chirping.  Pu Zhengxi's nephew also shouted impatiently in the bedroom.  "Click" Jin Zhongbi hung up the phone.  "What happened?" Your uncle was killed in the Presidential Palace!  ","What?  What did you say?  Is this bastard crazy about wanting power?  What are you talking about during the Chinese New Year?  How unlucky!  " Jin Zhongbi had no time to pay attention to his ugly wife's nagging questions. He took a deep breath and ran back to the bedroom. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ordered his wife: "Give it to me now.  Shut up and inform the security room to send a car immediately. I am going to the Cheong Wa Dae Presidential Palace now.  Call more guards to follow.  " Kim Jong-pil took his wife, who was only wearing pajamas and a fur coat outside, to the presidential palace at the Blue House. In the restaurant where Park Chung-hee was assassinated, Kim Jong-pil saw the first lady of South Korea, Yook Young-soo, crying with her child.  The father was screaming for his mother. Then his wife and Park Chung-hee's niece also joined the mourning army. Kim Jong-bi frowned and retreated, slapping An Shan, the director of the Security Department of the Presidential Palace, who was following him.  Zai had a few big mouths, and then pointed at An Shanzai¡¯s nose and yelled: ¡°What do you people do!  "I asked people to kill the President at the Presidential Palace" but the murderer was not caught. You guys who are just pretending to be powerful have no ability at all. Don't you even know the basic common sense of protecting the scene? What a fucking idiot!  What the hell are you doing here, why don¡¯t you drag all these mourners away!¡± When he saw his wife, Lu Yingxiu, his two cousins, and the two geishas being dragged away!  After being invited to "Pull" and "Pull", he was invited to "Sejong's room".  "Kim Jong-pil lit a cigarette" and then walked into the restaurant where Park Chung-hee was killed. After all, Kim Jong-pil graduated from the South Korean Army Military Academy in the "Bronze Year" and served as the Planning Section Chief of the Army Intelligence Staff Department in the "Gu 1 Year":  He participated in the 5-year-old military coup led by Park Chung-hee and is now the spy chief of South Korea, but the death of Park Chung-hee still makes him "visually terrified".  The corpse had obviously been rescued by the "imperial doctors". Apart from the large amount of blood stains, he saw that the yellow subcutaneous fat and muscle tissue on Park Zhengxi's back were turned outward from three small bowl-sized wounds, and some purple-red internal organs emerged from the wounds.  Overflow. Due to the large amount of blood loss, Park Zhengxi's skin turned green and yellow. Although the "royal doctors" had used alcohol to debridement, he could still smell the strong visceral odor coming from the wound. He knew this.  This fishy smell will soon turn into a stench that can sting the brain nerves. Along with this interaction of sight and smell, Jin Zhong's stomach was moved with excitement. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then.  Throwing half of the cigarette in his hand into the pool of Park Chung-hee's blood, he walked out of the completely destroyed scene and came to the waiting room. Kim Jong-pil was not only President Park Chung-hee's niece, he participated in the 1961 presidential election.  Park Chung-hee entered politics during the 5.16 military coup, and later assisted Park Chung-hee in organizing the Democratic Republic of Korea, making great contributions to Park Chung-hee's rise to power. He was considered the second-ranking figure in the Park Chung-hee group and Park Chung-hee's successor.  "It's an opportunity" and it's also a challenge.  "He sat in the waiting room and poured himself half a glass of whiskey." He drank it in one gulp, suppressing the nauseating thick blood in his nose and respiratory tract.Fishy smell.  Then An Shanzai was called in. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "An Shanzai, who do you think did it?" An Shanzai remained silent, thinking to himself, "You [Central Intelligence Agency]  Even the minister doesn¡¯t know who did it, how could I know who did it?¡± The veins on Kim Jong-bi¡¯s head were pulsing, and he was furious: ¡°Without your security department as an internal response, I don¡¯t believe it, in this heavily guarded Cheong Wa Dae Presidential Palace.  An outsider can "become the president?" An Shanzai was so moved during the Chinese New Year that he slapped you, Kim Jong-bi, a little bastard, for a few words. I didn't say anything. "Now you label me as an "internal correspondent"  , this hat is too big, I can't afford it. I was already angry, but now the anger has been stoked by Jin Zhongbi, so he defended loudly: "You are the Minister of Intelligence of the Central Intelligence Agency." You can.  Go and investigate. Now you have put this label on the head of our security department without any investigation, and you will be unreasonable." "You are in charge of the president's security." Now that the president has been killed, I don't ask who I ask.  , tell me, "Who did it?" Just when Kim Jong-pil was furious at the Blue House, he was trying to find out who killed the president.  Among the Cheetah Special Forces Commandos of the 124th Unit of the Reconnaissance Bureau of the Ministry of National Security of North Korea, they were trained by the National Flying Leopard Commando Teaching Brigade. The Ming special forces soldiers were wearing the military uniform of the First Regiment of the South Korean Capital Division. Each person carried an average of 20 kilograms of equipment.  , under the cover of night, "with [Chinese] domestically produced night vision equipment, they rushed towards Bukaksan Mountain in the north of Seoul. At midnight on February 31st, "this small detachment of North Korean special forces performing a secret operation mission" crossed the border between North and South Korea.  When the military demarcation line passed through the Imjin River, in order to confuse the South Korean puppet troops, these special forces put special cow hooves on their shoes and passed the snow-covered river in batches. After that, they passed 8 hours per hour.  At a speed of 12 kilometers, they marched through the hills and mountains of South Korea. After two days of sleeping in the open air and traveling day and night, they successfully sneaked into the Bukaksan area north of Seoul, the puppet capital of South Korea.  "Team Li, the ancient city wall is in front of you. After passing the ancient city wall, you can see the Cheong Wa Dae Puppet Presidential Palace." The special forces of the 124th Korean Cheetah Commando Unit who were scouting in the front came back and reported quietly to Li Jinguo, the commander-in-chief of this secret operation.  "How is the enemy's defense on the ancient city wall?" Li Jinguo also asked in a lowered voice.  "A training team of 12 people from the Seoul Garrison. Patrols every 20 minutes. Li Jinguo looked at the luminous watch and said to a special forces member squatting next to him: "Deputy Team" It is February 23rd.  At 1 o'clock, according to the plan, you will lead 3 groups to cover the assault force outside the ancient city wall. If we don't come back before 8 o'clock in the morning, you 3 groups will leave us alone and retreat to the second response point first.  I will meet you at the second pick-up point in the evening, and you will retreat to the base." The rest followed me across the ancient city wall.  Take action now.  zhUZhudao.com
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