Choi Jong-Il couldn’t fire a single round of the K7 in his hands. He simply didn’t get the chance to.

‘Eleven soldiers.’

Choi Jong-Il knew the soldiers of the South Korean special forces and their training like the back of his hand. Moreover, based on what Choi Jong-Il knew of Kang Chan's melee combat abilities, he already expected his men to have difficulties defeating Kang Chan. However, he didn’t expect their battle would be so one-sided.

Bang! Bang!

‘That’s thirteen now!’

This was on another level. Kang Chan made no sounds as he moved.

Crawling forward on one’s belly, moving by twisting one’s body from side to side, opening fire while running, rolling on the ground and immediately assuming a firing position… Choi Jong-Il had learned all of that too. However, he never would have imagined doing it the way Kang Chan did.

This wasn’t just a man with a rifle. Choi Jong-Il felt as if he was watching a monster with three arms, one of which was a gun.

Kang Chan leaned on the corner of a building and lowered his stance before pointing with his index and middle fingers at the building right in...