Al-Jamash, the fictitious city of Rareple, was approximately 400 km from Israel in a straight line.
The overland road with paved roads was farther than that, but the important thing was that all the roads into al-Jamash lead from other countries.
Jordan in the west, Saudi Arabia and Iraq in the up, down and east.
In other words, it was possible to enter Al Jamash only through one of the three countries.
Of course, it was difficult for Israel.
I couldn’t even get help.
It was because Israel was the only country that was treated as an enemy of the Arabs for reasons of religion and history, even though it was not a Western country like the United States.
For that reason, there was a high possibility that he would be bombarded with bullets as soon as he was discovered, let alone negotiated.
However, Sairett Matkal was different.
They are masters of various types of infiltration, and veteran members who are also mobilized for black operations, and they are the best soldiers in the Arab world.
It was not a job to cross or cross a tolerable country.
The evidence that Charlie’s team saw when they arrived at the abandoned factory, the gathering place, was the proof.
About 30 members of Sairett Matkal wearing desert-colored combat uniforms with their unit insignia removed.
“Ha ha ha, we finally meet in person. Come on guys. This is our home.”
A familiar voice came from between them.
Ashaf with a thick gray beard.
As the commander, he, like the other members, was wearing a single military uniform in his combat uniform.
“It took a lot of hard work to come a long way.”
Ashaf held out his hand and asked for a handshake.
It was a hand with calluses like Jake’s, completely different from a warm greeting.
“Chief Charlie, this is Jake Russell.”
“It’s nicer to see it in person, Lieutenant Colonel Ashaf Barinan. But you look more like a monster in real life than on screen. In a good way, of course. I’ve heard many rumors that it’s a monster in Delta.”
“I have heard of Sayret Matkal. We are happy to operate together.”
Kang Tae’s lips twitched as he watched the two greet each other.
‘The team leader is the type of person who doesn’t talk empty words… If you say you’re happy, you’re in really good shape, right?’
Soon, his gaze turned to the Sairet Matkal crew behind Ashap.
In the midst of strict military discipline, it seemed that life was overflowing.
It’s like being in the middle of a battlefield where bullets are pouring in rather than an assembly point.
‘Hey… Charisma is no joke.’
At the same time, Ashap’s voice flew in as if breaking Gangtae’s thoughts.
“Nice to meet you, Lee. Seeing you in person, the feeling is very different. On the screen, he just looked like a handsome, tall, young Asian… … .”
Ashap met his eyes and shook his head slightly.
“The atmosphere seems to have aged for some reason. Oh, I didn’t mean the looks. Still tall and handsome. What I’m talking about is your eyes. Rather than a lively 20-year-old… He looks like a 30-year-old, maybe a 40-year-old.”
Kang-tae hesitated involuntarily.
I heard for the first time that his eyes looked like he was in his 30s or 40s, but it was actually Lee Kang-tae, 39, with surgical scars on his knees and pelvis.
Of course, there was a lot of pain and suffering.
‘Was this man originally a character like this… … ? No, did you find out something?’
Around the time I thought of Ashap, who had only given subquests, the words were added one after another.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it badly, I didn’t mean it either.”
“Ah, yes. it’s okay.”
“hahahahaha, so what I wanted to say was that just looking at someone with a respected gaze can make them believe. I look forward to performing a great operation this time as well.”
Then, Ashap looked at Kangtae, Jake, and the rest and guided them to the prefabricated table in the middle.
The operation map, photos, and documents were already unfolded.
“Come, come this way. I’ll brief you quickly. 34, no… We are leaving in 33 minutes.”
José’s mouth opened wide at Ashap’s words as he looked at his watch.
“33 minutes? Oh. Is it too soon than I thought?”
At that, Marcus nodded with a stiff face, and Rachel let out a sigh as well.
I thought it would be because it was mentioned above, but it was because the preparation process and the given time were so lacking and regretful.
Wrinkles formed between Rachel’s fine eyebrows as she moved.
‘How important is the anti-Arab strategy? … .’
I asked the State Department liaison officer about the matter, but I didn’t get a proper answer.
She, like the other members of Charlie’s team, has no relevant information.
However, as a loyal agent to the country, Rachel quietly headed to the operation table. Since the work had already begun, I had no choice but to do my best.
It’s more dangerous than before, so I’m just worried.
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Likewise, Jake, who had been instructed by the State Department, strode to the table as soon as he realized he was running out of time.
It was to get information as quickly as possible.
While the rest of the team followed suit and flocked to the table with faces full of displeasure.
Kang-tae, who had lost half a step and looked at him, raised the corners of his mouth.
‘It was this.’
* * *
The moment I saw the map and photos on the table, I remembered.
It was a subquest given by Ashap in the game. Everything was the same as back then.
It’s just that the timing was much earlier.
He laughed at this, but quickly bit his lip.
‘this… I’m successful, but… … .’
there was a catch
It was a quest that resulted in casualties from improvised explosive devices, also known as IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices).
Fortunately, Charlie’s team was fine, but Sairet Matkal’s crew was killed.
There were two or three casualties, but I can’t remember exactly how many were hurt. I didn’t care that much.
It was because, in the first place, I considered Sairet Matkal to be a common special forces member in the game whose face or name was not even known, and I did not have much sympathy during the game.
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Like most FPS games, I thought it was just a few extras dying.
Although the Sairet Mat Knife was amazing, it wasn’t the soldiers I longed for or liked.
‘But not now.’
The Sairet Matkal crew members checking the equipment on one side were all real, breathing humans.
If it wasn’t an enemy, there were no extras who could die.
Naturally, I had no desire to let him die. It’s natural for extras to die in a game, but this was the harsh reality.
There was nothing good about the death of an ally.
‘Let’s roll some chicken drumsticks…’ how did this go… … .’
I racked my brain trying to recall the details of how the quest was going.
Fortunately, the scenes came to mind little by little.
It wasn’t an episode that I did as often as the main story, so it didn’t come to mind easily, but the impactful process gradually became clearer.
Entering buildings, searching compartments, spotting enemies, chasing them, and even exploding.
‘Yes, it exploded on the second floor balcony… … .’
The target, who was going down from the balcony on the second floor, saw Sairet Patkal entering the room and hurriedly detonated the IED.
The chasing crew members were swept away by the explosion.
‘How do I do this… … .’
As I was thinking about catching the target, Ashap’s voice broke my thoughts.
“lee? Are you listening?”
“sure.”
I heard it roughly by the back of my ear, but I could easily understand what he was saying.
Because it’s just like the game.
The problem was that if you proceed as it is, several members of the crew will be killed or injured by the IED explosion.
He quietly raised his voice.
“The target you want to eliminate, a Muslim extremist?”
“I will not deny it.”
I disclosed the information about the operation, but there was no talk about the target, so I was going to talk about it while pointing it out.
“Then wouldn’t it be more likely that he would be wearing something like a suicide bomber vest? Even at night or early in the morning, I would be hectic and make a mistake, but in broad daylight like this, I think I would be more likely to press the button.”
“We are fully aware of that.”
“Then what is the solution?”
“It will be difficult to capture or photograph, so we will take the flesh back and check the DNA.”
I almost laughed at the unexpected words.
Not taking damage into account, but trying to see if the target is killed?
It was really great, it was great.
However, I couldn’t be still in a situation where I knew death was obvious.
“No, I mean damage.”
“There may be, but as I said, Charlie’s team will be in the rear, so the risk will be less.”
“So, not us, but your crew.”
With those words, he gestured towards the Sairet Matkal crews who were organizing their equipment.
While explaining, Ashaf smiled wryly.
At the same time, his mouth opened.
“It is natural to be prepared for death, but more important than that is that this operation is the third. It’s embarrassing and embarrassing, but we’ve already missed our target twice. One each in Jordan and once in Iraq, and the third here in Al Jamash.”
Ashap explained, the smile disappeared from the corners of his mouth.
“And if we miss here, he’ll bomb Tel Aviv and we’ll have to go for a fourth chance. Of course, we must kill him before that. Even if it detonates a bomb right in front of my nose.”
“ah… … .”
Unknowingly, I let out a sigh.
This was something I hadn’t heard even though I played Lareple dozens of times.
I just completed the quest, received an additional allowance, upgraded my equipment, and focused only on renewing my achievements while building my reputation.
Just like any other open world FPS.
Of course, I enjoyed the story and the characters, but Ashap was out of the question.
He was just an NPC giving quests.
I had no idea that he had such circumstances and determination.
I don’t know if my sense of reality has dulled after living for a few days, but I realized again that all of this is real.
It felt like something in my chest was getting hot.
“understand. And I’m sorry.”
I reflexively apologized, but Ashaf waved his hand.
“No, I can’t help it because I can’t tell you everything. And I appreciate Lee’s words. In a way, it’s a word that worries our crew members, doesn’t it? It’s been less than 30 minutes since we met.”
Before he knew it, a smile like a village uncle was drawn on his lips.
“Well then… It’s already five minutes before departure.”
I laughed out loud as well.
‘I can’t make a prophecy here… In the end, there is only one way.’
I had to deal with the target, not the Sairet Matkal crew.
Of course, there was no plan in mind.
just trusted me To be precise, the basic characteristics of a soldier and the information accumulated while playing Lareple.
I counted information about the target again for 5 minutes.
Blast radius, location, even timing.
The situation wasn’t well drawn because I wasn’t prepared, but I wasn’t afraid.
‘Let’s try it, Mr.’