Vroom! Screech!0

A black van soon stopped near Kang Chan, and the four agents inside propped two Barrett M82A3s on the van’s window.0

The Barrett was about a hundred and fifty centimeters long. Its magazine had bullets that looked like cute little cannon balls. Bulletproof glass? Its bullets could go through bulletproof vests and even concrete walls.0

Wui Min-Gook took a step back as he frantically held up the switch.0

You didn’t expect us to do this, did you, Wui Min-Gook? You probably thought that our chivalrous spirit would force us to charge right in and get ourselves killed if you pretended to negotiate. You son of a bitch! I say this all the time, but I’ve handled things like this so many times back in Africa that I’ve grown bored of it.0

There was a chance that Wui Min-Gook sincerely wanted to talk because he had other things planned. However, if they negotiated with that son of a bitch, they would be betraying Choi Seong-Geon, who was unjustly killed, and Lee Yoo-Seul’s father, who died holding back his screams and pain.0

Wui Min-Gook slowly mouthed, “If. You. Let. Me....0