– This is Charlie. I would like a detailed explanation.
Those were Jake’s words.
I asked the reason behind the satellite operator’s communication, and fortunately, a concise and quick reply came back.
– Approach the exit road with a vehicle within a radius of 3 km and get off. Estimated number of people is about 100 or more. They are currently spread out and appear to be moving in search formations. I will transmit the satellite image, please confirm.
“… … !”
It was a word that would stop me.
Approaching by vehicle, getting off and forming a search formation?
He didn’t seem to have a perfect idea of our location, but at least he had a guess.
Or that you have been informed or have clues about border crossings.
‘Ah, this… … .’
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Lips chewed.
It was the point of just arriving at the newly discovered sniping point.
Moreover, let alone target confirmation, the situation was not properly set up for stealth or firearms.
Just in time, I heard Jake’s words.
– Alpha, this is Charlie. Is the target identified?
“This is Alpha. Currently setting up equipment. I will radio as soon as it is confirmed.”
While answering, I hurriedly took out my tripod, fixed the TAC-50 firmly, and activated the ballistic calculator.
From distance observation to projectile speed confirmation and correction of scope errors, it was done automatically and quickly.
While looking through the scope, Jake’s instructions fell.
– Except for Alpha, wait after preparing for exit.
“under… … .”
He let out a sigh mixed with a sigh.
This was because there was a high possibility that they would go through hardships and return empty-handed.
Of course, this is not the case, but it was hard to accept easily.
It was because he had never missed a mission without being able to do it at all, and he was a Pikal limb that the opponent had to catch.
Even as it turns out, Jurgen was Pikal’s last subordinate.
In other words, if you succeed in the kill mission here, you will be one step closer to Pikal.
Pikal will also be limited to some extent.
Of course, there won’t be a few people under Pikal’s command, but at least there won’t be any more supporting actors worth noting.
As such, I had to look at Jurgen through the scope today.
I also had to get it right somehow.
While I was making up my mind, a panoramic view of the outskirts of Moscow at night was revealed through the scope.
Nothing special.
It was in the shape of a large villa in Eastern Europe, and it was thanks to memorizing satellite photos and actually film photos.
The only difference is that an unexpectedly large new barracks was built between us.
It was also clearly a military structure.
This was because those entering and leaving the tent each carried an assault rifle, and sometimes even wore bulletproof helmets or single armour.
And that wasn’t all.
‘They’re a little bit… … .’
Power went into the eyes that were close to the eye.
It was because the people who came into sight were not lax vigilantes or easy-going common infantrymen.
Minimum special forces.
It was not a dropout, but veterans who were in their prime.
Even though he was resting, he was in a position where he could shoot immediately, and he was calmly wary of his surroundings, and the equipment he often saw was quite expensive and high-end, so he couldn’t be confused.
‘… At least 14 people.’
Even though it was 00:00 midnight, I looked at the building where the target would be while checking out all the people who were moving as if it was broad daylight.
One of three 3-story houses.
It was a building that looked like an Eastern European villa, but it was a place that no one could enter.
It wasn’t just because of the troops lying around.
It was because the building was built in an area controlled by the Russian army, and there were no private houses in the vicinity where ordinary people lived.
There are only a few more cottages nearby that are either empty or occupied by part of the troop.
It was a place where the target could not be killed unless it was sniping.
I have to break through the Russian army in the first round and the veteran special forces in the second round, but in the process, gunshots will sound and reinforcements will come.
Of course, sniping wasn’t easy either.
To be precise, it was impossible except for me.
Closer to here, there were no hills to snipe at all, and the angle was also limited, so it was not easy to shoot.
Even I had to move because of the barracks that had been set up.
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Looking into this, the words came back.
– Is it possible to snip?
“It seems possible to snipe when the target appears.”
– What’s the target?
“Currently unavailable.”
Jake’s voice didn’t come through immediately after the answer.
I felt like I was worried.
Even if I did shoot, it was because it was difficult to be sure of a hit unless it was close range.
It was because it took a considerable amount of time for a 50-caliber bullet to fly and get stuck at an average bullet speed of 900 m/s.
About 3-4 seconds.
The distance to the target was 4.1 km.
This was an unbelievable distance, without even a similar record in the history of war.
It was 1km farther than what appeared in the media.
If you only aim incorrectly without touching the scope turret, you should probably shoot while looking at the sky like a self-propelled gun.
To put it simply, it was practically impossible.
I heard that in the process of passing the Senate and receiving ashes from the president, he showed and persuaded the sniper data and records at the shooting range like PPT.
To that extent, even I, who shoot, lost a sense of reality.
The distance that a ROK Army special warrior can run in 12 minutes and 30 seconds is 3km, but I had to shoot 1km farther than that.
But I wasn’t worried.
It was because he succeeded in sniping at the 3km range several times in actual operations, and never missed a 4km-long iron target at the shooting range.
hit all
The person 4.1km away was also confident of hitting it.
If you stayed still for a few seconds or acted predictably enough, it was safe to say that there was no chance that the bullet would miss.
Of course there were problems.
The fact that the enemy is approaching the perimeter.
In other words, the possibility of anticipating our infiltration and hiding was strong.
Then, only the search party would approach, and we could have made a fool of ourselves.
I was concerned about that, but it just so happened that Jake felt the same way as I did.
That was what I was hearing.
– Considering the possibility of the target not appearing, if the enemy approaches within 2km of the current position, it will be ejected, so wait for the fire.
“… Good reception, Charlie.”
Answered half a beat late.
He thought about it and answered, but it was because it meant that he would eventually shake his hands and leave.
Of course, there was a waiting period, but that was too limited.
Approach within 2 km of the enemy.
If it was short, you had to shake your hands and go out within 10 to 20 minutes, and if it was long, you had to leave after a few hours.
It was said that the original plan was completely overthrown.
It was because, as usual, I had to stay here at least until dawn and find the timing to kill Jurgen.
It could take several days at the latest.
But, he left shortly after arriving.
‘I’m leaving… … .’
The moment when you’re about to get annoyed.
“… … !”
power in the eyes
It was because movement was seen from the window, which was expected to be the target’s bedroom.
It was the look of a person looking out.
1 second or 2 seconds.
Of course, it was a very brief moment that I couldn’t shoot.
It didn’t show up again after that, but I didn’t have a hard time realizing what I had just seen.
Jurgen.
It was the main character of the picture that I looked into to imprint on my brain while riding the transport plane.
I quickly hit the radio.
– This is Charlie, target identified.
* * *
At the same time, Jurgen left by the window.
It was a reflex action.
His intention was to avoid sniping by revealing himself as briefly as possible while looking around the barracks and surroundings in the yard on the first floor.
If I exposed it further, I could be attacked.
Of course, I wasn’t sure that Kangtae was at or near a point where a sniping was possible.
I just had the possibility in mind.
“I wonder if it would have come this far, and if so, where it would be… … .”
He muttered to himself, but in reality Kang-tae could not come to this place, which is near Moscow and is controlled by the Russian army.
It made no sense.
It was because not only was it difficult to snip or attack, but the risk of being discovered was very high, and the exit was also difficult.
However, Kang Tae surpassed all of them.
Much of Jurgen’s collection of his material was classified, and a few things were indisputable, but that alone was enough to convince him.
So I didn’t stay long while looking through the window.
just about 2 seconds.
This was because there were no hills or buildings that could target this building within 2 km of where the bullet could reach, and there were hillsides or buildings with four or more floors from 3 to 4 km away.
Of course, it was difficult to see with the naked eye, but there was a strong possibility that Kang-tae could shoot there as well.
Because by Jurgen’s standards, he was nothing short of a superman.
was closely guarded.
In order to block out even the slightest possibility.
Data came in at the same time.
It was to secure the list of immigrants Jurgen had instructed.
Mainly women and Asians.
Juergen’s eyes tightened as he looked at the dates and flights written on it.
“… There’s something I couldn’t take away.”
Movement of US Air Force planes.
Those who got off there had only their names, genders, and affiliations handwritten.
So it was attached separately, but Jurgen was looking at the record for another reason.
right name.
It had the names of a Japanese man and a German woman written on it.
I could see it as Kang Tae or Rachel.
Maybe he was really from another country, black, or Latino, but I couldn’t pass it up lightly because I didn’t have a picture.
Jurgen immediately took out the phone and picked it up.
“Check the US Air Force plane that came in two days ago. Whether it’s a vehicle black box that passed from a nearby CCTV… right now.”
If Kang-tae’s team got off there, it was clear that something would come out.
If not, it would be pointless, but even if it wasn’t, I was already doing something similar.
It was because he had rolled the 100 special forces and thousands of conscripts he had received thanks to Pikal two days ago.
Precisely, vigilance and search.
I was looking for a route to get here.
It was an action with the assumption that Jurgen himself had been exposed, and that the U.S. forces would infiltrate.
It wasn’t without words, but he pushed through.
He also requested to strengthen patrols near his residence.
Thanks to this, the Russian army was driving around with tactical vehicles on the ground and helicopters in the air.
It’s very safe, and there’s no chance of being attacked, but Jurgen sharpened his nerves.
By the time I figured out the remaining data.
The call came around the time of dawn, well after midnight.
– I have identified some of the materials you mentioned and sent them.
It was for an American transport plane.
There were documents that recorded the cargo that was put down, the process of delivery, and the person in charge.
Seeing this, Jurgen hesitated.
“… … !”
It was because there was no sign of the people accompanying them.
Obviously, if you were a person involved, there should have been something obvious, but it wasn’t like that at all.
It seemed as if it had disappeared.
“… You are here!”
His mouth opened on its own, and at the same time he raised his head and looked out the window.
It was impossible to shoot because he wasn’t standing right in front of him, but his body naturally shrank, and he took a few steps back.
As the fear of Kang-tae’s arrival came, at the same time, the joy also rose.
I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t even know where he was, but he could have killed Kang-tae.
Above all, he would not die without reason.
Because I predicted he would come.