147. Let’s play round 2
“Nam Myeong-jin, you crazy bastard.”
Yoo Yeon-ho rarely got angry.
There was even a joke within the unit that said, ‘If you see him angry, buy a lottery ticket.’
It was such a rare sight.
Yoo Yeon-ho inferred the situation from the few words he heard, and knew that it was not wrong.
The president of Hwarim Information and Communications, a bastard named Nam Myeong-jin, a hero of the first generation, tried to clean up the man by selling his son’s identity.
“senior.”
The female junior who told me that asked me with her eyes what to do.
“Hey, what are you asking?”
The Minister of Public Administration and Security spoke from behind.
“Free the kids. “Right now, gather all the kids around you and put them into action.”
It had to be that way.
Yoo Yeon-ho had no time to decide back and forth.
My wife was in danger.
secret? Are you going to find out that you’re immortal?
That’s all for later.
If something were to happen to my wife right now, it would be with the Immortal Special Forces, with the government, with Hwarim, with Nam Myeong-jin, with everything.
“Erase everything.”
The minister got goosebumps at those words.
Yoo Yeon-ho is a guy who does things if he can.
Working at the special rental unit was Yoo Yeon-ho’s personal will, not something the government decided to do.
If he wanted it, the Minister had to let him go.
He is a talented person and immortal.
“Yeonho, it’ll be okay.”
When the minister prioritized a personal relationship, he used to call him by his first name.
“Yes, that will have to do. Minister.”
Yoo Yeon-ho made the title clear, and the minister cursed the Immortal Special Forces in his mind.
‘No, so would it be better if you let me use my hands behind my back in the first place?’
Isn’t this a problem that arises when you put your son in a special unit and pretend not to notice?
But instead of expressing his dissatisfaction, the Minister did the best thing he could do at the moment.
Let them leave immediately.
“Go to the roof.”
The minister spoke, and Yoo Yeon-ho immediately took his steps away.
A few members of the unit followed behind him.
Even within the special unit, it was a special unit within a special unit called the Phoenix Team.
The total number of members was only five, including Yoo Yeon-ho, but what they did could not be said to be limited.
Prevent war between countries and catch special wanted criminals. He broke into enemy organizations and stole top secrets on numerous occasions.
This team is a collection of the strongest immortals who are considered the best within Old Force.
“I am not going as a special commander, but as the husband of a wife. “Those who are left are left out.”
A junior who used the word ‘senior’ followed him and said.
“Should I call you oppa from today? “I will follow you as your younger brother.”
“Brother, I am your younger brother.”
Other team members also spoke.
An old man with gray hair also joined us.
“Then call me something other than captain. Brother?”
“Have some conscience, you old man. “What is a younger brother? A younger sibling, maybe a nephew.”
“Why is this bastard tripping on me?”
The middle-aged immortal who followed the old man said.
“I’m going to be your younger brother, so you can be my nephew. “A lot of people saw that too.”
Instead of responding to their words, Yoo Yeon-ho just played with his feet.
When I went up to the rooftop, the minister had already prepared a helicopter taxi.
Yoo Yeon-ho jumped up without a word, and the rest did the same.
Immediately after boarding the helicopter, Yoo Yeon-ho sent a text message.
The content was simple.
[Go see my son.]
The answer came in less than a minute.
[What are you asking a retired person to do?]
[Go, right away]
It is a tone that does not allow resistance.
The answer came again.
The answer was that I understood.
Doo doo doo doo.
The helicopter soon flew overhead. Yoo Yeon-ho’s heart burned.
He just desperately hoped that something wouldn’t happen to his wife.
* * *
“It was alive.”
The voice of the number one person to be avoided was heard.
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“Because it’s not a body that will die easily.”
The Panda assistant manager who showed his back responded.
“That’s right, we made it that way.”
“What do you ask when you know?”
Assistant Manager Panda asked jokingly.
“You don’t plan on just turning it off, do you?”
“Good. There are two people I will definitely kill here. “It would have been nice to have a double peak.”
“You still don’t listen to what others say.”
It seemed clear that the two knew each other.
Everyone has a secret.
Both the commander and the team leader.
And the Panda manager may also have something to hide.
However, I’m just surprised that he seems to be a close friend of the leader of a terrorist group.
“Are you friends?”
I asked from behind.
“It’s the enemy.”
Deputy Panda responded.
“great. Manager, I don’t know about your past, but it’s time for you to show your hidden power. Sweep it all away. “In the meantime, I think I need to take a breather.”
“Is that so?”
It is not a situation of leisure.
My body is not normal, and reinforcements are not coming.
I looked around with one eye.
In front is a Panther representative, and in the back is a group of terrorist groups.
An adhesive bomb was seen attached in front of the emergency stairwell entrance on the first floor.
Transformers were also seen tearing open the elevator doors.
I came here with intention.
The intruders plan to use the first floor as a base.
Therefore, we could not hope for support from the main unit right away.
bang.
An explosion was heard.
Several special forces agents who had been pushing down the stairs must have been swept away.
“Kill them all.”
The number one person to be avoided says this and gets upset.
Deputy Panda greeted the guy.
As I saw before, Panda Deputy fought well.
Tap, tap, tap.
The number one person to avoid was using his fists and feet, and I was able to dodge them well.
Hung.
The fist of the number one person to be avoided just grazed the tip of the panda assistant manager’s nose. Deputy Panda dodged the attack as if lying down, stretched out his hand, placed his foot on the ground, and raised his feet to strike.
chin.
The first person to be avoided stepped forward.
Wow, assistant manager, you’re strong.
Hyemin muttered something next to her and spread her hands in the air.
Then, a sphere-shaped shield was created covering Hyemin and me.
The shield is a hexagon-shaped shape joined together, that is, a hexagon field.
Toad doo doo.
The bullet aimed at us bounced off the hexagon field without being able to penetrate it.
“He’s a wizard. “That bitch first.”
It is Tarantado’s voice.
“There are too many.”
Hyemin muttered.
There were a lot.
It is the strength of at least several platoons.
Every single thing is done by a professional.
Now then, what about it?
I’m desperate for Blood Zek and some other drugs. No, since this is not the time to worry about the nutrients or at least the taste of what to cram into my mouth, I wish I had a mint chocolate bar.
But unfortunately, I couldn’t get any of them now.
I shook my head.
The enemy’s power combined with immortality, transformation, and superpowers.
The ones here right now are me, Hyemin, and the energetic Panda assistant manager.
There is a shooter outside, but seeing the guys breaking the glass of the front door and coming in, it must be a mess over there too.
Therefore, when a gunner enters the scene, it is a handshake.
If I were a gunner I knew, I would grab the sniping point and hold the gun.
Tak, Whirick.
In front, Assistant Manager Panda was still struggling.
When he snatched his outstretched arm in the air and applied a flying armbar, the number one person to avoid slammed his arm to the floor while holding a panda proxy.
Deputy Panda relaxed his stance and rolled over to the side.
The guy’s feet stamped along with it like a stamp, and every time his feet hit the floor, it broke and splinters flew out.
I haven’t seen Assistant Manager Panda fight since I joined the company.
Even when they went on operations, they only did support missions and did not go to the front lines.
An immortal who is afraid of blood.
It’s all bullshit.
The Panther deputy put up a pretty good fight.
I organized my thoughts.
If you need something, just get it.
“Can you cover their eyes for a moment?”
My finger pointed at the guys shooting from afar.
“Okay.”
As soon as Hyemin answered, she began reciting a spell.
Listening carefully, it was a strange order.
“It will rise hazy and bloom like a haze. “It will wet, cover and erase everything it touches.”
As Hyemin spoke, she swung her left hand and put her right hand into her bosom, took out a small bead and threw it on the floor.
When the bead broke, fog began to rise from there.
The fog soon turned into a long stick, as if it had been trapped in an elongated flask, and moved forward, scraping the floor.
“They are manipulative. “Did you come to see the magic show?”
This is the sound of Tarantado giving orders to his subordinates.
At those words, one of the shapeshifters with his face guard down ran towards me.
After slamming the ground and narrowing the distance, he plunged the knife onto the hexagon field.
With a thud, the intangible shield shook from the impact.
“It’s a struggle.”
The shapeshifter laughed at us.
The stick fog created by Hyemin spread within the group blocking the entrance to the stairs and the elevator.
Even though it did not spread like an explosion, the fog quickly encroached on all directions as if a video had been fast-forwarded.
“Get out of the fog. “It’s an order.”
At the same time as he spoke, Tarantado moved toward the doorway accompanied by the five of them.
The fog followed him as if it were alive.
“10 minutes at most.”
Hyemin said, her complexion suddenly becoming pale.
“That’s enough.”
The shapeshifter slammed his fist on the handle of the knife on the hexagon field.
Every time, the defense shield shook.
It looked like it was about to break.
Every time the shield shook, Hyemin’s complexion became bluer.
“Ten thousand years old.”
After speaking, I also took out a knife.
I twisted the handle, took out the adamantium wire, wrapped it around the broken leg, and pulled.
Crack.
The flesh is cut and the bones are sliced. Enduring the pain, I collected the wire again and wrapped the cut pant hem tightly around my thigh.
Although there was still a trickle of blood, my body had already begun recovery.
It is not an immortal body that is strong and long-lasting for nothing.
The damaged eye was slowly recovering, and the half of my vision that had been blackened began to appear blurry.
My ears have already heard properly.
Hyemin stuck her tongue out.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
Doesn’t it hurt?
“Whoa.”
Instead of answering, I let out the breath I had been holding and gestured to Hyemin.
Although Hyemin had not yet counted to ten, she understood the meaning of the hand gesture and released her shield.
The knife of the shapeshifter who was punching from above fell down from the air.
When the shield disappeared, the shapeshifter stretched out his fist, thinking he was right.
It was a blow aimed at Hyemin’s head.
It was difficult to balance because I had no legs.
Instead of getting up, I hit the floor with my hands and threw myself forward.
At the same time as he flew, he hit the opponent’s fist with the back of his hand, fell to the floor, and grabbed the guy’s ankle.
“I understand why they call you a jerk.”
The transformation tribe took their time.
“No, you wouldn’t know.”
I used my strength to answer.
Crack.
“Big.”
When I broke my ankle with just my strength, he swallowed his moans and kicked me.
I turned my body to catch the flying foot with my shoulder.
When the RBI was scattered, the guy lost his balance.
“This bastard.”
Yeah, not your kid.
I dragged him by his ankles and struck his knee with the handle of a knife.
Sigh. Bye.
The knee joint is dislocated in one blow.
“Ugh.”
This guy can hold back his screams well.
I grabbed his ankles and pulled him, then snaked his way back down his body and grabbed his neck and tightened it.
Crack.
The guy whose neck was half-broken trembled and fainted.
He forcibly removed the fallen man’s helmet and threw it behind him.
“Take a bullet to the head, use it.”
While I was throwing it at Hyemin, an immortal came out of the fog and found me.
He reflexively raised his gun, and I threw the knife that the shapeshifter had dropped.
The knife flew out with a whoosh and hit the guy’s helmet squarely.
Yep!
The blade that penetrated halfway through my helmet proved my strength.
I crawled on the floor. As soon as I crawled to the side of the guy I knocked down with surprising speed, another group of shapeshifters rushed at me again.
There was no time to breathe. I grabbed the fallen guy’s wrist, placed my hand over his clasped hand, and pulled the trigger.
Too doo doo doo.
The shapeshifter jumped to the side and dodged the bullet.
Looking at the direction of the muzzle and avoiding bullets is a basic skill.
As I watched him dodge, I searched the immortal’s arms with my other hand.
Would the basic equipment of an immortal going into battle be different for a terrorist group?
there was. Blood Jek.
Doo doo doo doo.
I left the submachine gun on continuous shooting, found Blood Zek, and put it in my arm.
Cold liquid flowed through my body through my veins.
I searched through my treasures, but there was nothing more useful.
Meanwhile, my sixth sense and intuition were warning me. I lifted up the immortal with the blade stuck in its head and blocked the front.
Too doo doo doo.
Nothing like fog can block an immortal’s senses.
These are the bullets of those who found my location through waves in the air, hearing, etc.
He used the guy as a shield to block the barrage of bullets.
I looked down, feeling the blood starting to circulate in my veins.
Blood vessels were growing, nerve bundles were forming, and bones, flesh, and muscles were growing again.
Five minutes at most was enough.
I crawled backwards, looking at my half-grown legs.
I crawled back and took off the fallen man’s clothes.
It was a bullet-proof body armor in the form of a vest.
“Wear it, it hurts when you get shot.”
I also threw that at Hyemin.
Hyemin, who was close behind me, said.
“… … “I heard that, brother, you fight really well.”
“It’s too early to be impressed.”
As I spoke, I took a breath and focused on recovery.
Having been injured, cut, and in pain countless times, I knew that resilience also depends on concentration.
Bullets raining down, shapeshifters targeting me.
“Tarantadooooo!”
Taranta from Prometheus calls me in great anger.
I ignored everything and focused.
Rebirth involves pain. I clenched my molars.
No matter how well you endure it, pain is pain.
Tuk.
Although the muscles are not fully formed yet, the soles of the feet touch the ground.
“Whoa.”
I can’t say that I’ve completely resolved the aftermath of the explosion, but I’m still in shape enough to fight.
The fog clears. I could see the troops of a terrorist group standing inside.
Tarantado is standing on one side and glaring at me.
Looking at all of that, I opened my mouth.
“Let’s play the second game.”
fantasy,
