Two days later, in the afternoon, Arlington County, Virginia, USA.
I had just returned home from Washington Dulles International Airport after completing an operation in Deggendorf, Germany.
As soon as I arrived, I unpacked, took a proper bath, and did some of the things that were left behind.
Mowing the overgrown weeds, cleaning the house, and boiling two bags of spicy ramen.
After that, I went straight to the schedule.
Contacting MMA gyms and booking shooting ranges.
I hadn’t taken a break except for taking a bath, and that was on purpose.
It had to be.
It was because the house I returned to felt more like an empty facility than a comfortable place to rest.
So, I used to have a different idea.
“Tsk… … .”
He clicked his tongue briefly.
It was different from the fact that the operation ended well and my body was fine.
The important thing was somewhere else.
It was true that this house was empty, and it was quiet every time I entered.
It wasn’t just because it had been a long time since it was quiet. It was because this house felt more like a facility for another institution than a home.
I didn’t feel like I lived here.
It was definitely my property, my money was spent on it, and it was where I slept, but I felt those regretful feelings deeply and clearly.
I seemed to know a little bit why.
It was because this feeling was not the first, it had been felt often, and it had lasted for a long time.
Disappointment, or loneliness.
This was similar to what I felt in my own room with yellow carpet outside Lareple.
Things have all changed, but I am still the same.
Of course, the body and face were a handsome 29-year-old man, but inside it was a man who had lived in poverty for 10 years more.
A disabled person who will turn 40 the day after tomorrow.
Maybe that’s why, when the operation was over, this sense of desolation was getting stronger.
I also knew how to solve it.
The dating I want, getting married, having children, and living a normal life.
That’s it.
The problem was that it was only possible if nuclear bombs did not fall on their heads.
That said, it is an issue to consider later.
So, as always, I suppressed my bitter feelings.
And deliberately muttered what to do.
“Today, start with the lower body first, start jogging and go to the gym from dawn tomorrow, then split into 3 parts… … .”
It was time to go into the private gym I made at home, warm up slowly, and add weight to strain my thighs.
woo woo woo woo woo woo
Ding-dong-
The doorbell at the front door rang along with the ringing of the cell phone.
It was when I stood up to check the caller and then approached the front door while answering the phone.
I laughed involuntarily.
It was because Harry was standing in front of the intercom camera on the front door, and Lily Morgan, the person in charge of External Relations who had called, brought the news she had been waiting for.
– All the shooting ranges and helicopters that we requested are ready. When you visit the shooting range, they deliver the documents and explain all related matters. The helicopter is in the same place, and the address is… … .
While the business was being delivered, Harry in the intercom video was also talking to me.
– Senior, I’m here. As you said, I met my family and ate together and came right away. I even said good-bye to my girlfriend. Seniors? You are there, right?
While opening the front door like that, at the same time, Lily gave me the address of the shooting range.
Suddenly, Harry came in with a smile.
“uh? Have you been working out right from day one? What were you doing? lower body?”
“I was lower body… … .”
While answering, I hung up on Lily’s phone and continued talking.
“I have to go and see.”
“Are you leaving? where… Oh, is the shooting range that is said to be given as a reward ready? Is that correct? Seeing as you finished the call, I think that’s exactly what it is.”
Nodding his guess, Harry said triumphantly.
“It was good that I just ate and came right away. As you said, I almost missed this good moment after sleeping for a few days. And how did the helicopter do it? Are you ready to be there?”
“okay.”
“Then I will pilot it, and I will tell you how to pilot it. Wasn’t it really good that you came early?”
He nodded his head naturally at the talkative words comparable to Jose’s.
“Yeah, that’s better.”
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Luxury hotel rooms in the center of Tripoli, Libya.
There were several wrinkles in the corners of Giandro’s eyes as he stared at the laptop screen.
An unappealing look.
It was not only because the recently hired mercenaries were wiped out in a sweeping operation in Europe, and the hotel was moved from Tunisia to Libya out of fear of being discovered.
Of course, that was unpleasant, but there was another reason why Giandr frowned.
It was because of the rather long report contained in the monitor.
To be precise, the places Kang-tae visited during his vacation, the bulletproof performance of the used car he was driving, and the remodeling company of the house he lived in.
This was part of what Giandro had instructed him to find out.
A situation where the internal structure of the vehicle, the purpose of remodeling the house, and the performance have not yet been fully grasped.
However, even after seeing only part of it, profanity flowed from Giandro’s mouth.
“Have you seen this crazy bastard… … .”
It was because of a series of unbelievable, nonsensical acts that a normal mercenary would do.
It was as if he was preparing for war after undergoing a training that was comparable to that of his military days.
It was something even active duty special forces members wouldn’t do.
This was no different from the military leaders in civil war areas he had seen.
In some ways, there was more madness than them.
Because I was doing this crazy thing without any pleasures such as alcohol, drugs, and prostitution.
Before long, a sigh escaped from Giandro’s mouth.
Anger burns out, as if ashes remain.
“under… okay… You have to be this crazy to have that skill. A normal kid can’t be like that… … .”
Giandro murmured as if looking back at the events in Trieste and the Gulf of Aden in Italy and Deggendorf in Germany.
It all made no sense.
Among them, the maritime sniping in the Gulf of Aden is still unbelievable, but I had to assume that that was also true.
Only then could a situation like this annihilation be prevented.
Especially now, he is determined to kill Kang-tae and even collects his information.
We should assume the worst, not belittle it.
Otherwise, it would be no different from Sergei, who was dispatched directly and eventually died.
However, there was no way that Giandro, who did not show up, would die like that.
There is a possibility that someone will chase you, but there will be no chance of you changing your place of residence again and getting caught like now.
I had no intention of failing either.
It was because he had already spent a lot of money, pride, and opportunity.
Also, if Kang-tae was to be missed here, there was no guarantee that the next opportunity would come.
I had to deal with it for sure.
That method, too, was set up immediately before receiving the information.
It was natural.
It was because there were only a few very banal and obvious ways to eliminate the enemy, nothing groundbreaking.
Overwhelming quantity, firepower, or sniping.
Among them, it failed in the quantity war that mobilized dozens or hundreds of people, so now there were two things left.
Firepower and sniping.
Naturally, Giandr was willing to use all of them at once.
Of course, there would be a slight time difference, but it was something that had to be continued anyway.
The order was also obvious.
Kill with a sniper or shoot after securing the coordinates with a scope.
After organizing his thoughts, Giandro hit the typewriter and moved the mouse.
Tap, tap, click.
It was a process of putting flesh on the strategy I had envisioned, but it wasn’t just writing letters related to the plan.
It also had the necessary names and contact information.
For example, a sniper that came to mind.
I wasn’t talking about snipers as their main specialty, or mercenaries who pretended to be snipers.
It was a term used to refer to veterans who survived by playing in the black market with as much skill as, or even better than, active special forces snipers.
So, there were only a few contacts entered.
All three.
Giandro, tidying up, calculated briefly.
‘If you encircle three places in the east, west, south, and north, and drive them to the open place and bombard them… Rabbit hunting is complete.’
There was nothing to worry about, as it was enough for a sniper to kill them during the siege.
The problem was elsewhere.
right time and place.
Knowing that, I could prepare for sniping or shelling.
Giandro shook his head at this.
It was because of Kang-tae’s crazy vacation schedule that appeared in the middle of the report.
‘Sniping is possible, but… It must be difficult to fire.’
The only things available were RPG-7s or mortars.
By any chance, if he thought that the United States would look after Kang-tae, there was a high possibility that he would not be able to properly save him.
Of course, even if that wasn’t the case, the operation wasn’t easy.
Because it was the mainland US, not overseas.
A conclusion was soon drawn.
‘… I’ll have to deal with it outside the US.’
Before long, Giandro came up with a useful method.
As a broker, the first step was to estimate the necessary human resources.
Walter Grayson, a high-ranking U.S. government official who was demoted to a lower position after a slight mistake was discovered.
If so, it was still useful.
It was because he was a high-ranking public official who was loyal to Pikal in the symbolic United States of capitalism.
However, the problem was that it was still under surveillance.
Actions were restricted.
At the end, I thought of others, but there was no factor that could approach the core of the United States.
Of course, Pikal would know.
However, I couldn’t use a crowd to tell me that I didn’t know.
I had to do what was necessary.
Because that was Giandro’s mission.
“Hmm… … .”
Around the time when I was looking at the incomplete data related to Kang Tae and the information he had as a broker.
A small smile appeared on Giandro’s lips.
It was because a usable and usable plan suddenly came to mind.
How to kill two birds with one stone.
Giandro spat out a single word aloud.
“Yes, North Korea… … !”
While he was gone, it was possible to find manpower to replace the Chinese nuclear physicist and kill Kang-tae, who had infiltrated him.
Of course, there had to be a precondition that Kang-tae was working for the United States, but that was something I couldn’t be sure of because there was no contract or agent list.
But there was no doubt about it.
I don’t know if it’s the CIA or what, but Kang-tae was definitely working for them.
And North Korea was not a country that the United States could stand by.
will definitely move
If it doesn’t move, just make it move.
Just needed a little help from Pikal.
To be precise, the capital he has owned since medieval Europe.
It was clear that North Korea would give everything he needed, even if he gave only a fingernail.
Then, he was able to deal with Kangtae, who was a thorn in his eye.
Time and place will all be his.
Soon after, Giandro pulled out a satellite phone that was as big as a brick.