CHAPTER FORTY TWO
10:17 p.m. Korea Time (9:17 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time)
Rungrado 1st of May Stadium – Pyongyang, North Korea
“My grandfather created this world,” Kim Song-Il said. “That’s what people like you don’t understand.”
Luke lay on the floor in the shattered, b****y mess that was only recently a luxury skybox. He had a g*n in each hand. One was pointed at the head of Kim, North Korea’s Supreme Leader. The other g*n was pointed at the blown out doorway. Bodies of North Koreans were piling up at the entrance.
Kim had done Luke a favor and was crouching next to him. To his credit, the man was not sniveling or crying. He seemed calm. He was not afraid in the least. Luke hadn’t expected that from him.
The reason for it, of course, was that Kim was crazy. Being a madman had its p
