Ashizif, a village in western Pakistan, bordering Iran and Afghanistan.
Among them, Pical, who was in the innermost room of the two-story building located in the center, pulled the bolt of the SCAR-H to inspect the chamber and looked at the laptop screen.
A camera installed between the hostages transmitted real-time video from outside the building, because something suspicious was detected in the middle.
Pikal’s eyes narrowed, but no clear shape could be seen.
Something seemed to be moving behind the wall, and all it did was a little bit of dust that couldn’t be covered.
But it was easy to see who was approaching.
Tae Kang.
‘Asian… Now you’ve arrived right in front of you.’
There was also the information that Pakistan, which was walking a tightrope between the United States and himself, had said, and even if it wasn’t, Kang Tae was the only person who could approach secretly with such a small force.
It was common sense to bring more numbers than the enemy in order to gain a tactical advantage.
And there were 50 troops here.
At least one infantry platoon, or more than a company, had to come to deal with this.
Naturally, I couldn’t approach without even noticing how many people were coming.
In other words, the enemy was small, and it was clear that it was strong.
Also, he was the only person who ever stood in his way.
with unbelievable abilities.
Recalling this, Pikal picked up the radio and gave instructions.
“Ten o’clock from the front gate, watch the wall. The enemy appears to be approaching.”
It took a while for me to hear the answer that I received it.
Pichal said no more.
There was no need to mention words like preemptive fire or engagement when necessary. I didn’t even dare to do it.
It was because Kang-tae couldn’t win in a gunfight.
It was something that Pikal realized clearly as he traveled through many countries.
Thousands were no match.
If the troops, climate, and even the topography were all under his control, he would never have been able to deal with Kangtae in a place with variables.
And now, here, too, wasn’t a perfect place.
Although he had Kang-soo, who threatened and tied up numerous hostages, he never knew where a mistake would occur.
Then, if there was a gap, it could have ruined everything.
While Pikal waits quietly.
okay.
A voice came suddenly from behind him, accompanied by the sound of gear clashing.
“… Boss, how is it going?”
These were the words of a person who had come to replace the mercenary commander who was killed by Kang Tae in Moscow.
A former Special Force CIF (Commander’s In-extremis Force) veteran.
Because he was from the US Army, he was the most suitable person to deal with the Americans tactically, and he was the most suitable person to kill Kang-tae armed with white supremacy ideology.
But he hesitated and asked Pikal.
The meaning of the question was clear.
‘You’re afraid… … .’
Everything was visible in his gaze, words and actions.
It was clear that he was concerned about the current situation and also wanted to hear a solution.
It was worth it.
It was because hiding with 185 hostages in a two-story house in a rural Pakistani village was incomprehensibly strange.
Isn’t it like a bank robber in a Hollywood movie?
It is said that the main character in the movie, the villain, survives with a lot of money, but in reality, this was not the case.
The opponent was the United States.
There was nothing strange about bombing here.
It was a country where it was enough to cover it up or make excuses for mistakes.
In particular, the situation where dark Pakistanis who are not white are held hostage.
There was nothing strange about killing them all.
I looked at Pikal, but the reply was short.
“Don’t worry and be faithful to your assigned duties.”
Pikal did not intend to explain every word.
I couldn’t even do it.
It was because a nuclear missile would be launched from the Republic of Camarnia within the next 30 minutes, and it was scheduled to fly here to Pakistan.
And at the same time as the impact, the small town of Ashzif would disappear without a trace.
Even if they knew it in advance and ran away, they would die instantly in the aftermath that spread several kilometers, or die within a few months from fatal injuries.
Although the end of the world could not be achieved, it was believed that it would be a starting point.
Kang Tae’s death was worth it.
Because the dictators who were frightened by the sniping will be freed from death, and at the same time, the suppressed rebellion will burst out.
The Taiwan War would escalate, and Russia would invade Eastern Europe.
Pikal thought so and added a question.
“Is there anything else you want to say?”
It was a relaxed and natural celebration.
After a struggle, the negotiations were successful, and there was even an atmosphere that seemed to be able to live easily.
There was only one answer the man standing across from him could answer.
“… No, Boss.”
He hesitated for a moment, but did not add another question.
I couldn’t.
It wasn’t just because of Pikal’s nuances or his aura.
So far, it was Pikal who inspired the mercenaries with his ideology, paid huge amounts of money, and took care of honor by taking care of the bereaved families of the dead.
He was a target worthy of loyalty.
Trust was still strong enough to disobey orders or have doubts.
He wasn’t as blind as his men, but he was capable of turning around and doing his job without a word.
If it wasn’t for terrorism, there wouldn’t be anything to ask like now.
I will only swear and worship.
Also, I had left about 10 troops and a chartered plane at the airport as if I would return at any moment.
Even if it wasn’t that, Pikal was still a powerful man who had endured.
I believed that I would not be taken lightly.
It really seemed like Pikal would be able to get what he wanted and make a leisurely comeback.
‘Even if things go to their worst… Compensation will go to the family. That’s it… … .’
The man who turned around comforted himself and moved on.
It was unthinkable that everyone would be annihilated by a nuclear missile in the rural village of Ashjif in Pakistan.
The nuclear missile facility that they claim to have in Camarnia is nothing more than a means of intimidation.
After the mercenary commander left, Pikal shook his head from side to side and looked at his laptop.
Fortunately, there was still no reaction.
It shouldn’t have been there in the future.
I tied the children to the window and the wall, considering that they would recklessly push in.
It wasn’t just about preparing for a gunfight.
In order not to attack easily, it was deliberately given a visual shock.
Be prepared for an unexpected bombing.
But there was still one thing I was worried about.
Republic of Camarnia.
The content of the radio transmission from there was not very good.
No, all of them were bad.
-Boss, bar, outside troops have increased. Dozens of people pass by. 30, no… 40, 50? American bastards, probably special forces… … .
The real-time news brought wrinkles between Pikal’s forehead.
There was no workaround.
At most, there were only about twenty security guards left at the facility.
Couldn’t put more.
It was because it had to be kept in a reasonable size to avoid human eyes, and it was also placed for the purpose of monitoring the researcher inside rather than attacking.
After thinking for a moment, Pikal opened his mouth.
“30 minutes… No, there are 29 minutes left, isn’t it? Do your best to hold on. America will soon succumb.”
– Papa, please negotiate quickly. It’s hard to stop them when they come in.
“Then is there still no way to shorten the launch time?”
– Oh, no. yet… … .
Pikal, who frowned for a moment, spoke up.
“If you’re approaching prematurely, it’s good to inform you that nuclear missiles are in operation. As a means of intimidation.”
– As a means of intimidation… … ? Are you saying it’s about to explode?
“Yes, to imply that the whole place could explode. As a last resort. They’ll notice the nuclear waste and launch pads, so that’s good enough. Even though they risked their lives, they aren’t ignorant enough to jump with explosives.”
When Pikal added a longer explanation to the ensuing question, the answer came back with a bit of relief.
– ah… … ! All right. I’ll do that once.
After the phone call ended, Pikal sighed.
It was because of so many regrets.
There is no point in looking back now, but it reminded me of the brilliant subordinates who took care of things without saying anything.
When I look at my laptop again like that.
“… … ?!”
he slowed down
It was because the video had changed before I knew it.
enemy was seen.
That’s not like waiting behind a wall, but slowly approaching with a large shield.
At the same time, the radio arrived.
– This is group 4! They’re on the move! holding a shield… … !
It took a while for Pikal’s eyes to reach the map on the screen.
ordered immediately.
“Wait still. Do not attack hastily. We must stand firmer.”
– but… If this happens, you may end up with 3. too close to that… … .
At the same time, gunshots rang out.
Empty! Empty! Empty! Turong-!
It was a single shot that came out through a silencer.
It is also the sound that spreads out from the outside.
It was not Pikal’s mercenary, but the approaching Gangtae who opened fire.
The style of firing one shot at a time was also the same as the shooting method that Kang-tae showed in the actual battle.
And in the end, a counterattack was fired.
Fight against each other! Fight against each other!
While the sound of a barrage of shots was heard in Pikal’s ears.
As he watched the shootout on the screen, Pikal’s eyes flashed as he listened to the urgent radio call.
He understood what Kang-tae was doing.
Soon his lips chattered, spitting out abbreviated words.
“… charge.”
The sight of them moving with large shields erected on the front and left and right was like a battering ram rushing towards a medieval castle gate.
would never stop. couldn’t even stop
It was because the moment it stopped, the charge would lose all its power and meaning.
And this was not an approach to grasp the situation, simple engagement, or suppression of the enemy for tactical purposes.
Only one, it was to kill the enemy and break through.
Even if it’s a wall made of hostages.
He hadn’t yet been told what the cause was, but Pikal was able to guess that too.
“this… … .”
he shook his head.
“… You must have figured out my numbers.”
He might have been aware of the possibility of launching a nuclear missile.
It could be measured just by looking at the increased number of troops approaching the nuclear facilities in the Republic of Camarnia.
There was no way they just stood outside and surrounded them.
I must have done all the same tricks.
Fortunately, neither the Republic of Camarnia nor Pakistan was carrying out air strikes or mobilizing large numbers of US troops.
He also understood why.
I figured out my number, but that didn’t mean I figured out all the numbers.
The possibility of believing that there was something else was strong.
It would have been completely unthinkable that it would self-destruct with a nuclear missile.
At the end, Pikal issued a new order.
“From now on, everyone will fight and stop it. Stop them tenaciously so they don’t go any further.”
Then, unlike before, a tremendous amount of gunfire began to reverberate.
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Like a dam burst after holding it in.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-doo-doo-doo-!
It looked like a huge pour.
Pikal’s gaze, which was watching the screen, turned to the clock in the corner of the monitor.
‘Anyway, as long as that time passes… … .’
It was time to endure the rising tension.
Strange gunshots began to be heard.
It was a gunshot that resonated heavy and thick, as if to cut off a torrent of bullets pouring down.
One step at a time, one step at a time.
Empty! Empty! Empty!
“… … .”
Pikal’s thoughts were scattered.
It was because Kang-tae in the screen continued to advance.
didn’t even stop
Only then did Pikal realize that he was wrong.
It didn’t look like a siege ball.
It was a single tank.
