After resting for about three more minutes, Kang Chan addressed his team. “I heard a helicopter flying a moment ago. Our men have probably run into them by now.”0

‘There was a helicopter nearby?’0

Momentarily confused, Yoon Sang-Ki—who didn’t even hear the helicopter—followed Kang Chan’s gaze and looked toward the direction where the soldiers could be.0

“Remember how you felt while we were all waiting for our men to succeed back in China?” Kang Chan asked.0

How could they forget about the time they kept an armored car and a helicopter at bay and sprayed jet fuel all over a part of the airport?0

“Our fellow men who stayed behind have to be in the middle of a horrific battle to protect us by now. As they face the embrace of death over there, they are probably hoping in desperation that we’ll kill Jang Kwang-Taek for them,” Kang Chan added.0

‘Fuck!’ Yoon Sang-Ki swore.0

Just like what they had done in China, his colleagues were desperately keeping the enemy occupied, yet here he was complaining that he was going to die because his feet felt heavy and his legs were no longer listening to him.0

Gritting his teeth, Yoon Sang-Ki stood up.0

Clank.0

He straightened his back, fixed his military gear, and tightened his grip on his rifle.0

Smirking, Kang Chan looked ahead of them. “Those fuckers are probably thinking that we’ll take at least eight hours to get to them. We have to do better than that if we want to Kill Jang Kwang-Taek and save even just one more of our men.”0

With a sigh, Yoon Sang-Ki and Hong Ki-Yoon strengthened their resolve.0

“Let’s go,” Kang Chan said. He was just walking at first, but he had already broken into a sprint before they knew it.0

Did he even have anything in his bag?0

Yoon Sang-Ki couldn’t help but have cheap thoughts about Kang Chan. From what he had heard, Kang Chan was just a high schooler, yet the young man spoke informally to Seok...0