Kang Chan closed the valve of the gas tank cover, then glared at the helicopter that was flying at a lower altitude. It had secured itself in one spot, which he took as evidence that snipers were aboard it.

Aiming at the gas tank of the semi-truck, Kang Chan opened fire.

Whoosh! Bang!

Swish!

Flames soared for the second time as he covered his nose and dropped down to his stomach.

Heat engulfed his back, but what he found truly scary during times like this was the vapors that filled one’s lungs through breathing.

That was the cause of death for many of the children that Kang Chan and his team saved from the wars between tribes back in Africa.

Those truly merciless even poured gasoline directly on their faces. Gas vapors would go straight through their nose and mouths, filling their lungs and throats.

A child going through that would eventually die from burnt lungs and throat if a fire was thrown at them. Sometimes, they even struggled in pain for fifteen days before succumbing to death.

As the heat swept past him, Kang Chan raised his gun and held his breath.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Du-du-du-du-du-du!

The helicopter swayed and circled in the same spot a couple of times, then flew outside the airport.

These sons of bitches dare play an obvious trick?

Thud!

Kang Chan sat up with his back leaning against the passenger seat of the semi-truck. His right leg was throbbing.

They had to endure this battle for as long as they could and keep the attention of their enemies on them at least until Seok Kang-Ho—who was escaping through an air vent—could take down their enemy.

Should I have gone there myself?

Kang Chan shook his head. They had to prolong the fight here to win.

“Haa. Haa.”

Yoon Sang-Ki[/ref]Previously Yoon Sung-Ki[/ref] put his head right against the semi-truck. He was breathing...