Chapter 220.2: Let’s Send Them Off First (2)

DIA Director Brandon, looked at the screen in front of him as he pressed the button for the intercom.

“What is the current success rate of the operation displayed on the screen?” he asked a subordinate.

- Taking the leadership of the God of Blackfield and the combat capabilities of the French special forces team into consideration, they have a 75% chance of bringing the hostages back to their country. The God of Blackfield has a 55% chance of escaping, sir.

“Goddamnit! Shit!” Brandon swore, his finger still on the button for the intercom. Breathing out roughly, he wiped his lips with his free hand.

“What’s the Apache’s estimated time of arrival?”

- Within ten minutes after the order is given, sir.

Glaring sharply at the screen in front of him, he asked, “What’s Ethan doing?”

-He is on his way to South Korea.

“That idiot!” Brandon exclaimed in disgust.

- Pardon?

With a dark scowl, he lifted his finger from the intercom.

“If the bastard was just South Korea’s assistant director, we could have used this opportunity to kill him with the Apache. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected any less from Lanok.”

Brandon tapped the desk slowly with his index finger as his habit of speaking to himself when in a dilemma surfaced.

“This is ridiculous. He’s France’s deputy director-general and Korea’s National Intelligence Service assistant director. The man who dealt with the Blackhead’s energy just had to be Korean. Fucking God of Blackfield!”

***

As Kang Chan ordered, the soldiers got into the two trucks as fast as they could. Kang Chan then headed over to the truck that the French special forces team had taken.

“Any questions?” he asked them.

“No, sir!” the soldiers replied.

Kang Chan’s proficient French always drew attention wherever he went. The hostages peeked at him nervously from inside their vehicle as he made his way over to the South Korean special forces team’s truck.

“Kwak Cheol-Ho! Any questions?” he asked.

“No, sir,” Kwak Cheol-Ho replied.

Kang Chan nodded, then then looked inside the back of the truck.

“The enemies know that we have commandeered their vehicles. Be prepared for what’s coming, and start as soon as you hear the gunfire from the M60!” he reiterated.

Kang Chan grinned and tapped Kwak Cheol-Ho’s helmet.

“I will respond when you get back, sir,” Kwak Cheol-Ho said. His firm voice and sharp, glinting eyes had returned.

This is incredible. I didn’t expect the world to have special forces bustling with people like him.

Kang Chan turned around and went back to the abandoned building.

“Snipers! Focus on the Igla!” he instructed.

“Understood, sir,” Lee Doo-Hee replied.

Now, all the preparations were complete.

Kang Chan looked back at the French special forces team and let out a low sigh. He had just seen a chick wearing the reddish-brown bandana that he gave standing with a confident look and waiting for the battle to start.

“This is the last time you’re going to get asked this. Does any of you want to back out of this operation?”

Click!

As if asking what nonsense Kang Chan was talking about, the chick roughly pulled and then let go of his breechblock.

“Get ready!” Kang Chan shouted.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The sounds the soldiers made as they checked their weapons echoed loudly. They were all equipped with rifles, knives, pistols, and grenades.

With Kang Chan in the lead, his group pressed against the left wall of the building.

“Let’s go!” Kang Chan shouted.

Whoosh!

Kang Chan jumped over the half-collapsed wall, and Seok Kang-Ho and Gérard followed suit.

Du du du du! Du du du! Pew! Du du du du! Pew! Pew!

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang!

They fired at their enemies as they ran.

Those who had not experienced the fear that came from bullets splattering the dirt right in front of their feet would never know how it felt. Few people would know what it felt like to run between a barrage of bullets.

Thud!

With a loud crash, one of the French soldiers collapsed to the ground.

Clank, clank! Clang! Pew! Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The enemies’ bullets loudly clanked against the hood of the truck that Kang Chan finally reached.

Vrooom!

One of the soldiers started the engine and hurriedly got in through the back.

Clank! Click! Click! Pew! Pew! Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Seok Kang-Ho loaded the M60, and Kang Chan and Gérard stuck out their guns in front of them. The rest of the soldiers opened fire with their rifles without any hesitation.

Vrooom!

Not long after, the truck began to move forward.

Tu ta ta ta ta ta! Tu ta ta ta ta! Tu ta ta ta ta!

The M60 that Seok Kang-Ho was manning roared awake, unleashing hell over their opponents. There was no turning back now.

The truck kept moving forward as Kang Chan, Gérard, and the other soldiers fired at the hill.

Bam! Bam!

Along with two ominous noises, the truck swerved.

Kang Chan gritted his teeth and looked at Gérard. He then hung by the door of the truck to move into the driver’s seat.

Tu ta ta ta ta! Tu ta ta ta! Tu ta ta ta ta!

Nearly at the same time, Seok Kang-Ho ran out of M60 ammo.

Kang Chan held onto the door of the driver’s seat as he climbed inside. As he expected, the soldier was already leaning against the wheel, unconscious.

Fuck!

Clank! Clank! Clank!

As the front windshield shattered helplessly, Kang Chan pushed the wounded soldier into the passenger’s seat and forcibly stepped on the accelerator with his head as close to the floor as possible.

Vrooom!

Changing gears and all that crap wasn’t what was important right now.

Clank! Clang! Bam! Bam!

𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Sparks flew from the hood of the truck. Some of the bullets pierced through the glass and into the track.

Vroom!

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bam! Du du du du! Du du! Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The gunfight became somewhat more manageable when the French soldiers who were with the hostages began to cover fire for them as well. However, they were still about a hundred meters away from their target location.

Vroooom!

The engine screamed for mercy, but it wasn’t like they could or even planned to use this truck again anyway.

Whoosh! Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Du du du! Du du! Pew! Pew!

The sound of the engine, gunshots, and the smell of diesel and gunpowder overwhelmed Kang Chan’s senses. He leaned over to the passenger’s seat, giving him a good view of the blue and vast sky above them.

Bam! Pow! Pow!

As he stared at it, a bullet pierced into the driver’s seat as if telling him to wake up and return to reality.

Haah. Haah.

Kang Chan started to hear his own breathing.

Vroooom!

The vibrations of the engine dug into his senses, as did the noise from the guns. He could even feel where the bullets landed on the truck.

Kang Chan peeked for a brief moment to see where they were, realizing that they were only thirty meters away from the hill now.

Vrooom!

Du du du! Boom! Clank, clank, clank, clank! Pow! Pow! Pow!

Their opponents put up quite a tough resistance. They were proving to be quite a force to be reckoned with.

If they didn’t have any snipers, the enemy’s Igla would’ve ended them all in one go already.

Creaaak!

Kang Chan stepped on the brakes and immediately rolled out of the driver’s seat.

Pew! Pew! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Pew!

There wasn’t anywhere to hide in front of the hill. Even if they wanted to fire an Igla, they would have to climb it first.

He could see the truck with the hostages going down the path that went around to the other side of the hill.

It worked!

Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud!

Kang Chan could see it—the foreheads of the enemies that he was shooting at.

He quickly got up and ran to the top of the hill. His rib and right foot hurt so much it was as if they were being ripped apart.

Haah. Haah.

If I stop here, my people will die.

Pew! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Pew! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang!

Seok Kang-Ho and Gérard provided cover for him from his flanks.

There was a critical difference between regular soldiers and special forces soldiers.

Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud!

It was a matter of learning how to kill your enemies efficiently versus learning how to kill them gruesomely.

Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud!

Du du du! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Pew! Du du! Bang, bang, bang, bang!

You motherfuckers!

You sent her just because she took something to eat with those tiny, fragile hands? She accepted it without knowing who was giving it to her!

What does it matter what kind of bastard lives in the sky and which punk made this Earth?

Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud!

I’ll put holes through your foreheads…

Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud!

So go and tell him that I am the one who killed you!

Kang Chan immediately climbed from the top of the hill and broke into a dash.

Haah. Haah.

You stupid idiots! You call this a base? You don’t even have a lot of fuckers left!

Pew! Pew! Thud! Thud!

Bang bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!

With their morale now shattered, the hostels powerlessly plunged to the ground in the face of Kang Chan and his men’s bullets. Perhaps because they had rushed in to try and kill them earlier, they really didn’t have too many men left waiting for the special forces units.

Kang Chan quickly moved behind a toppling shack.

Click!

However, he couldn’t pull the trigger. Right in front of him was a young girl.

Kang Chan quickly scanned his surroundings.

Tat, tat, tat! Tat, tat, tat, tat!

Seok Kang-Ho, Gérard, and the remaining soldiers stood around Kang Chan, their guns aimed outward.

Haah. Haah.

Why are you crying?

Haah. Haah.

Why are you crying right now?

Haah. Haah.

“Gérard! Scan the perimeter! Take two of our men with you!” Kang Chan ordered.

Tat, tat, tat!

“Daye, tell the kid to never press the button!” Kang Chan shouted.

Kang Chan looked sharply at the girl’s thin hands. A single press of her thumb would cause the bomb to explode.

Haah. Haah.

Things like this were nothing. He had done them sickeningly in Africa.

So don’t cry.

Haah. Haah.

Dayeru rapidly fired out a sentence in Arabic. Nevertheless, as if to defy him, large tears continued to flow from the girl’s large eyes.