Kang Chan called Kang Dae-Kyung as soon as the van started moving.

The way the operation ended was flabbergasting.

Kang Chan looked out the window and recalled the situation during the explosion. Putting himself in the enemy’s shoes, he guessed what happened.

There were likely only two to three enemies in the building. If there were more than that, they would have waited longer and tried to take more of the special forces down with them instead of sacrificing themselves without gaining anything in return. They clearly prepared a timed bomb because of how wary they were of being ambushed.

That meant Wui Min-Gook was still alive.

Uneasiness and discomfort kept on poking at Kang Chan. It was as if he accidentally stepped in shit and the pungent smell kept wafting up to his nose.

***

“Director Wui, is Kang Chan really that strong?” a North Korean soldier asked.

Wui Min-Gook twisted his upper lip in a snarl.

“South Korea is certainly a strange country. For every traitorous bastard like Huh Ha-Soo, there are warriors like the king of the DMZ, Jeon Dae-Geuk, and Kim Tae-Jin,” he responded.

It was a strange answer to a question about Kang Chan.

“Kim Tae-Jin? Didn’t that man surrender...