Chapter 185.1: I Am Happy (2)
Kang Chan focused on nothing but his target.
What if he got shot? What if there were a lot of enemies waiting for him inside the building?
Worrying his brains out wouldn’t change anything anyway. Their enemies wouldn’t withdraw either.
Haah. Haah.
The building was about sixty meters away from them.
The moment Kang Chan started running, everything he experienced in every battle he fought began replaying in his mind.
Jang Kwang-Taek, you son of a bitch.
You killed Choi Seong-Geon and tried to kill Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook. You’ve bullshitted your way out far too many times now. It’s time you face the consequences of your actions.
Kang Chan glanced at the top of the watchtower.
One, two!
Whoosh!
Haah. Haah.
Damn it! This day just keeps making me run even when I don’t want to!
Jang Kwang-Taek felt uncomfortable even though he was already sitting at his desk. It was as if uneasiness and anxiety were sitting on his shoulders and squeezing his head.
‘Am I getting old? Am I really worried about one South Korean punk?’ Jang Kwang-Taek frowned and sighed. The ominous feeling he had refused to disappear. ‘Is the Party leadership coming here to arrest me?’
They didn’t seem to have gone that far yet.
If the Party leadership did something so reckless, they would start a fight to the death.
He was told that the light infantry soldiers were slowly surrounding and sweeping their enemies.
Jang Kwang-Taek never thought that South Korea could have such spiteful people.
They used to be as weak as could be because of American capitalism and dirty entertainment!
Right now, he was up against the special forces team from Jeungpyeong. When he heard that they were acting out, he killed Choi Seong-Geon to make an example out of him. However, that just made twenty members of that special forces team attack North Korea. Right now, they had already killed sixty of his light infantry soldiers, thirty of whom were massacred before they could even fight back.
Jang Kwang-Taek gritted his teeth. He would take down the South Korean punk and his special forces team, dominate the Party, and support Huh Ha-Soo in becoming the next president of South Korea. If he could accomplish all those, China and Russia would certainly side with him again.
“Fuck!”
However, despite how hard Jang Kwang-Taek reassured himself, his instincts kept clinging to his shoulders and warning him. Nevertheless, he was willing to put his life on the line on this gamble.
If he issued an emergency draft to the executives sounding him out because of the South Korean special forces team—which was only twenty strong—then his reputation as the Minister of Defense would plummet to the ground.
Jang Kwang-Taek believed in the light infantry soldiers, the great warriors of the public. After all, he worked the hardest on them, and he didn’t really have any other choice.
The light infantry soldiers whom he meticulously looked after were the reason the Party leadership could only observe Jang Kwang-Taek. With them around, even military authorities couldn’t rashly turn away from him.
Jang Kwang-Taek believed in them. As great warriors of North Korea, they would cut the necks of that South Korean punk and his underlings and return alive.
Seemingly out of habit, Jang Kwang-Taek held up a cigarette. He then picked up a lighter and turned to the window.
Clank!
He opened the lid of the lighter but stopped himself from turning it on.
‘Is that…?’
Someone was running straight toward the building.
Jang Kwang-Taek got a bad feeling about the person. He felt as if his blood was quickly freezing up.
It was only one guy.
‘Is that South Korea’s bastard…? This doesn’t make sense.’
He would have had to push past the soldiers surrounding them first. Even if he managed to do that, reaching this place would have taken eight more hours of running as fast as he could.
‘Is he planning on raiding North Korea’s Ministry of Defense building by himself?’
Suddenly coming to his senses, Jang Kwang-Taek turned and violently pushed the button under his desk.
Bang!
Weeoo! Weeoo! Weeoo!
Kang Chan hung his rifle on his shoulder.
The enemy had rung the emergency alarm.
The front doors opened, and guards ran out from inside the building.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Weeeeeoooo!
The heavy machine gun that Seok Kang-Ho was manning rang out loudly. Although they were in broad daylight, the fire that came out of the barrel with each bullet could still be seen.
Crumble!
These motherfuckers chose to form a line to come out and meet me?!
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Kang Chan ran into the entrance.
He jumped over the scattered corpses and immediately threw himself toward the stairs in the middle of the lobby.
“Call the light infantry soldiers!” Jang Kwang-Taek yelled on the security phone.
As he did, the door swung open, and his deputy commander ran inside.
Weeeeeoooo! Crumble! Weeeeeoooo!
Outside the window, a frightening group of lights was flying toward the building next to them.
Crumble!
‘We don’t have that many troops in the main building!’
“Commander! Please come this way!” the deputy commander yelled.
Jang Kwang-Taek put the phone down, almost throwing it to the side, and followed his deputy commander out of his office.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Blood sprayed in the air whenever the heads of Kang Chan’s enemies snapped back.
Clank! Click!
Kang Chan took out his magazine with his right hand and immediately loaded a new one into his gun with his left. Dayeru always pulled the trigger by accident whenever he imitated this move.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Did you sons of bitches have a good time killing our fellow men?!
Bang! Pew! Pew! Thud! Thud!
Two of the enemies ran out as the door opened. He quickly shot them in the forehead.
Kang Chan ran forward and went up the stairs. He didn’t care what happened after this and didn’t even bother to be quiet.
I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him no matter what.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
I am the god of death! Everything you fuckers do looks slow to me!
Click! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
He shot all of the enemies who ran out in the forehead.
Why did you kill Choi Seong-Geon?
Pew! Pew! Pew!
The international situation? The dynamics of the Korean Peninsula? None of those matter! You fucking dickheads shouldn’t have messed with someone I cared about!
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Weeeeeoooo! Crumble!
Ta-da-da-da-dang! Ta-da-da-da-dang! Ta-dang! Ta-ng!
There was a counterattack in earnest from outside the building. Enemies came here while watching for a chance to kill them.
Kang Chan went around the stairs on the fourth floor and checked either side of the hallway.
Fuck!
There was a room on one end of the hallway. Its door was wide open.
Swoosh!
Kang Chan ran toward it as fast as he could.
Thump. Thump.
Haah. Haah.
The world moved so slowly that it was as if someone was tightly pulling his surroundings back.
One of the doors that Kang Chan brushed past swung open, revealing a muzzle.
Kang Chan fell backward as he turned.
Ta-da-da-da-dang! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Thud!
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Many of these bastards are hiding.
He could feel immense pain in his back.
Kang Chan stood up. He reloaded his gun as he resumed running toward the open door.
When Kang Chan entered the room, a bright light struck his eyes. It was a parking lot filled with cars.
Kang Chan immediately raised his gun. There were about ten enemies.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Ta-da-da-da-dang! Pow-pow-pow-pow!
Kang Chan crouched down and ran to the cement railing in the hallway that led outside.
Ta-da-da-da-da-dang! Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow!
The upper part of the wall exploded.
Whoosh! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Kang Chan straightened his back and shot the enemy riflemen. He could still hear the KPV heavy machine gun unleashing hell.
As soon as Kang Chan reached the ground floor, he pulled out his pistol.
Ta-ng! Ta-ng! Tang! Tang!
One, two!
Swoosh! Pew! Pow! Pew! Pow!
He shot one in the forehead, and a car hit another.
Did this fucker just do that?
That enemy instinctively avoided the bullet by sinking to his knees when he saw the guard next to him get shot in the forehead.
Pow-pow-pow-pow!
Kang Chan pounced on the enemy and aimed his gun.
“Jang Kwang-Taek?” Kang Chan asked.
The old man seemed speechless and angry. He found Kang Chan so absurd that it outraged him. In an instant, Kang Chan saw all of those emotions in the old man’s eyes.
“Are you the South Korean bastard?” the old man asked.
“Tell General Choi Seong-Geon that I said hello,” Kang Chan said.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Kang Chan shot the old man in the forehead, neck, and chest.
It was over.
Weeeeeoooo! Crumble! Crumble!
Kang Chan could no longer hear the gunshots from the enemies who were still fighting back.
Why does the Ministry of Defense only have a few troops? Did I kill the wrong person? He looked like the guy I saw in a photo, though. Son of a bitch—Jang Kwang-Taek caused so much trouble even though he wasn’t even a big shot!
Pew!
Kang Chan shot Jang Kwang-Taek’s forehead once more, then went around to the back of the building.
What’s going on? How could the Ministry of Defense be this slack?
Kang Chan waved at the watchtower and the guard post.
The two remaining guard posts had been damaged beyond recognition, and the buildings had been riddled with the horrors of war. Mutilated corpses were all over the place, some of which were even piled up on top of each other. It didn’t make sense that the Ministry of Defense was this weak.
Seok Kang-Ho, Yoon Sang-Ki, and Hong Ki-Yoon swiftly ran over.
“Hong Ki-Yoon, double-check if that’s Jang Kwang-Taek,” Kang Chan ordered as he pointed behind him.
Hong Ki-Yoon did as instructed, and Seok Kang-Ho and Yoon Sang-Ki guarded the perimeter.
“It’s him—this is definitely Jang Kwang-Taek,” Hong Ki-Yoon reported.
Now that they had eliminated their target, all that was left to do was to return to South Korea. However, if they went back on foot, there was no chance they would make it in time.
As Kang Chan’s gaze alternated between Jang Kwang-Taek and the mountain, he came up with a plan. “Should we take Jang Kwang-Taek’s car? Would the guard posts also inspect that fucker’s car?”
Hong Ki-Yoon pondered for a moment before his expression brightened in approval. “Nobody will stop us if we drive with the emergency lights on.”
“Wear the shirt of that dead bastard next to you before we go.”
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
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As soon as Kang Chan said that, Seok Kang-Ho and Yoon Sang-Ki opened fire.
“There are still some bastards left,” Seok Kang-Ho said.
As Kang Chan’s eyes glinted, Hong Ki-Yoon began changing into the blood-soaked clothes.
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