“again! report back! What nonsense is that?!”
A loud voice erupted from the GRU (Russian Intelligence Service) duty control room.
It was because of what had happened on the western outskirts of Moscow.
It was also a lot of bloodshed.
However, there was another reason why the situation room turned upside down.
It was already predicted that people would die or military activities would take place.
The GRU guessed in advance.
In the meantime, related information has been steadily uploaded, and it was thanks to Jurgen’s cooperation.
It was information received in return for giving away thousands of conscripts and hundreds of veterans from the special forces who still had their skills.
We provided all sorts of supplies, weapons, and helicopters needed there.
However, things were going strangely.
This was the case with the information that came into the GRU situation room, which oversees all military situations in the Russian Federation.
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It was a much more serious sentence than I thought.
This was a number far beyond what the GRU had in mind.
I just thought there was a possibility of a military operation by sending spies from the United States.
I never dreamed that it would work this far.
This was like an all out battle.
Fortunately, the dead were not Russian regular soldiers, but veterans.
Things were going the opposite way.
Even if he dared to infiltrate this place, he saw a greater chance of his opponent failing or escaping and being discovered.
Even if someone bleeds, it was expected that at most five or six people would die or be injured.
In the process, it would be difficult for Americans to be safe as well.
It was natural.
There are precedents in Hong Kong and Shenzhen, but this is because this is the heart of Russia, not just a single city.
Moscow, the capital with the Kremlin.
Geographic features and manpower were overwhelmingly in favor of Russia.
However, dozens of Russians were dying in the immediate vicinity of Moscow.
There was an even bigger problem.
“The location… Is this right? Are you sure?”
The location of the dead was Junggu Heating.
There were X marks all over the line formed for the search.
It was a strange sight no matter how you look at it.
This was usually because casualties occurred depending on the location of the enemy fleeing the encirclement.
That was common sense.
Even if they tried other tricks to leave no traces, they couldn’t do it this far.
For this to be possible, it had to be seen that quite a few teams were put in.
Special forces battalion level.
This was in sharp contrast to the information that the officer had previously encountered at least one of the maximum of six.
When an unbelievable face came to mind, the reporter hurriedly opened his mouth.
“I double-checked the coordinates and satellite information, but the displayed location is correct.”
“… … .”
The officer made no reply.
It was because it meant that if the coordinates and satellite information had been confirmed, the map in hand was also certain.
However, what came to mind still did not match the map.
‘It must have been the process of at least one enemy infiltrating and attempting sniping at a maximum of six people, and being ejected… … .’
His head shook.
Contrary to the information received so far, it was because it looked like they had met and engaged with a number of enemies just by looking at the map.
Of course, that wasn’t the only problem.
“Are there any injuries?”
“… yes no I checked, but they all got hit in the head… … .”
“Aren’t you wearing gear?”
“no. It is said that he was killed by being hit in the face or even getting his helmet pierced.”
“… … .”
After confirming it again, a shadow fell on the officer’s face.
‘Am I dreaming… … ?’
His hand automatically touched his temple.
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t believe it.
More than 30 people died, but no one was injured, all because their heads were pierced.
This should have been a sniping from a distance of several hundred meters.
A sniper rifle would also be very powerful to destroy even a helmet.
However, this also did not match the given information in his head.
No matter how good the skills were, it wasn’t something a minority could do.
The officer made a hasty decision.
“first… I have to report it.”
There was no way to know what kind of punishment he would face if he was late here.
Things were already too bad.
Jurgen, an outsider and guest, is dead, and Russians are dying west of Moscow, and the GRU, which governs it all, knows nothing.
Still, it wasn’t the worst.
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Less than 10 minutes had passed since the incident, so the enemy would not have been able to get out of Moscow.
I was able to find enough.
Although there are mountains in the area where the fighting took place, it is rare, and it is usually gentle, so it is easy to search.
I still couldn’t find it, but I could understand it because it was nighttime.
It will be dawn in just a few hours.
It’s winter, so the sunrise is late, but it should be bright enough to not need night vision goggles before dawn.
The sky became bluish, to the extent that it was possible to distinguish most objects.
Soon the officer hurriedly reported to the superior.
‘I’ll find it then…’ No, I have to find it.’
There was nothing else to think about.
It was because there was nothing I could understand in the first place.
However, it was enough to catch the culprit.
you’ll have to listen to it yourself.
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A mansion somewhere in Moscow, Russia.
“… The doctor pronounced death.”
Pikal slowly opened his mouth at the report of the subordinate who received the radio.
“The body… … ?”
“The military doctor has confirmed, and they say they will be coming to Moscow soon.”
At that, Pikal shook his head.
“… I will have to see for myself.”
The end of his words fell heavily, and he quickly followed.
“Bring it here… … .”
I wasn’t trying to identify the body myself.
I knew that he was dead because I had confirmed it several times.
In what position he was shot, where the bullet went in and how it came out, how much blood was lost, and so on.
He had to see it for himself and carry out the funeral with all his heart.
It was because Jurgen was a loyalist who had just made his name known to the world after fulfilling the role of butler, silently following him through his life like a shadow.
I just had to give him the due respect.
Above all, Jurgen was the only number Pikal could identify.
Everyone else didn’t get to see the body because the US took them away or took them alive.
In the meantime, the subordinate who was watching asked.
“… Are you right?”
“Yes, right now.”
“Ah, I see.”
While the subordinate answered Pikal’s stiff tone and went on the radio.
Awakening at dawn, Pikal looked down at the floor of the mansion with eyes bloodshot red, inhaling and exhaling as if catching his breath.
It wasn’t anger or emotions boiling over to calm it down.
It was self-reflection.
‘Are you saying this is my only destiny?’
Until now, Pikal had no doubts.
The purpose he set is not wrong, and the life he is moving towards that purpose is also correct.
It wasn’t just self-consolation.
It was because capable men gathered under Pikal’s convictions, and Pikal accepted them, and there were no obstacles to moving together.
everything went smoothly
The hands and feet fit perfectly, and everything fit perfectly as if it were supposed to.
Pichal was the captain at the helm, and Sergey Volkoff, Giandro Basicanal, Walter Grayson, Norman Jones and Jurgen were all assigned their respective roles.
So even though there are often rough waves, I have never failed to overcome them.
Until Kang Tae appeared.
If it hadn’t been for him, Faith had always been perfect, and so it would have been perfect in the future.
There will be no more doubts than now.
Thinking about that, Pikal shook his head.
“No… … .”
He even made a small noise, and his eyes soon lit up.
‘A pioneer is also just one person, so I can’t be free from all trials either. You should overcome it and fulfill your destiny. I wouldn’t dare to become a god, and I’d have to die as a human… … .’
At the end, Pikal concluded.
“… We must eradicate the root of doubt.”
“yes?”
When the subordinate who finished the radio looked at him in bewilderment, Pikal quietly opened his mouth.
“I need to send a call to the US.”
“USA… Ah yes!”
When the subordinate realized it belatedly and answered, Pikal let out a low sigh.
‘I miss Jurgen already.’
Jurgen, who had lived behind Pikal like a shadow, was a person who did his best to play the role of his hands and feet.
Of course, he was as smart as that, and he was also resourceful.
I wasn’t a butler for nothing.
All the other subordinates died, so he had no choice but to show up and eventually lose his reputation.
He was a person who should have been by his side.
It was because he was a talented person who not only understood words, but also gave appropriate advice.
If he had been by his side, it was clear that he would have understood Pikal’s feelings at once and dissuaded him, even if he had been told to contact the United States.
It was because what Pikal was trying to do now was to assassinate Kang-tae.
For some reason, Jurgen’s voice was as clear as if it could be heard from the side.
‘… Relationships with brokers are severed, weapons distribution channels are likely to be exposed, and relationships with related personnel will be distant. In the future, access to the United States will be more difficult.’
Pikal smiled bitterly.
This was a fact he knew well.
It was because the U.S. government did not covertly guard Kang-tae, but rather openly lent him a military embassy and even set up marines at the post to protect him.
You couldn’t kill someone in this condition.
Failure is natural, and the burden to bear after failure is very great.
He had no choice but to give up.
It was clear that it would become more difficult to obtain information from the United States in the future, as he was cut off from brokers and officials who would come out while tracing the assassination process back.
To put it simply, it means that you can’t hit one and only take damage.
Even so, Pikal said without hesitation.
“Tell them there is someone to kill.”
This was what he said to a subordinate who asked about his business.
He intended to eliminate Kang-tae wherever he was, whether in Russia, over the North Atlantic, or in the United States.
Of course, it wasn’t that I didn’t try or prepare.
I had considered it from the start.
Because I knew from before that Kang-tae was dangerous.
One of the goals of the Taril Islands operation was to kill Kang-Tae, and now, outside Moscow, they were preparing for Kang-Tae.
it just failed
But then and now were different.
It was not to establish a strategy based on profit or loss, but to kill by any means and methods.
There is only one purpose, death.
In a way, it was a natural procedure.
Now the person who would give me the right advice is dead.
Pikal also made a new resolution.
‘He’s not an obstacle to my task, it’s a task I’m going to solve. It’s not about moving while calculating… It’s a goal that must be pierced.’
It wasn’t even a vague idea.
I already had some clear ideas that could work.
Snipers, bombings, drone strikes, etc. in the US mainland.
I was thinking of doing something.
It wouldn’t be easy to get weapons into and out of the US, but if successful, it would be worth the burden.
Killing Kang-tae is now his task.