28. D-rank mission
As soon as the training was over, he moved on without saying hello.
Now that you know the answer, it’s time to tell it.
I was told to write a report.
Should I just write that it was the right hand?
No, you should have the basic form.
It doesn’t mean you’ll be promoted to the top, but shouldn’t you still give it to your team leader?
A genuine smile escapes me.
The moment I got there, I realized I had missed something.
what? What did I miss?
I couldn’t find the answer in my head, but I felt a sense, a sixth sense and intuition unique to immortality.
I missed something.
So what is it?
I slowly reviewed the situation.
There was an answer in the situation I looked back on.
It’s okay that I held it with both arms. It’s okay to say that I completely fooled my senses and ate it.
So how did you know the timing?
Can’t you fool me if you know I’m going to attack you?
Is it that easy to shake one’s senses? Probably not.
If it were easy, immortals would have cut down all special species.
The team leader prepared in advance. I was aiming for that one moment in the middle of the fight.
To end it in one blow.
How did know?
widely.
My feet stopped.
Standing in front of my seat in the office.
My gaze naturally fell on the team leader.
The team leader looked at me while digging his ears.
“Look, that bastard is swearing at me. Look now, he’s cursing with the look in his eyes. You bastard, have you just cursed at your boss?”
… … Maybe it’s luck, maybe it’s luck. He may have read my attack through sheer luck.
No, that couldn’t have been possible.
There is something.
“no.”
I answered roughly and sat down. And he began to worry again.
“Look at that, that naughty thing.”
The team leader’s words were ignored.
How did you know? Now there is another topic.
Damn, the homework is terrible.
The second question was quickly answered.
Because unlike the first time, I had the answer.
It was basic. One of the things I have learned countless times since I was young.
The moment I face my opponent and take a fighting pose, what do I do?
The moment a fist is exchanged or a step is taken, what do my sight, touch, and sixth sense do?
Listen, see, and think to predict your opponent’s movements.
So the team leader read my timing accurately.
Short-term prognosis.
In other words, ‘combat foresight’.
It is possible if you properly develop a sense of immortality.
This may be possible if you expand your senses momentarily.
The moment I realized this, I knew how to do it.
Along with that, I also learned that I didn’t necessarily have to write reports by hand.
The answer to the homework is.
Just replace it with this and that’s it.
You can do it. possible.
My heart was pounding and my breath was high.
The thought of being able to outwit the opponent, the joy of realizing something new, and complex emotions moved me.
“For lunch….”
I heard Deputy Panda mumbling.
At the same time, I did what my heart told me to do.
Killing someone by sight means not showing who you are.
Do the opposite.
Funny enough, deceiving one’s presence was similar to how to deal with the secret skill of the shapeshifters, ‘Living in the Wild’.
Therefore, based on that, I realized deception.
It doesn’t actually move that much, but it looks like it does.
In the middle of the office, I was able to give the other person the illusion that I was going to rush at them with just one step.
“Did this bastard turn around?”
react. The team leader took a stance and instantly pushed the table in the middle of the office with the sole of his foot.
The rubber slipper bottoms, which seemed to have a delicious smell, pushed the table towards me.
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I caught all of that movement with my eyes.
It can’t be perfect.
Because it’s my first time doing it.
But it wasn’t just a matter of imitation.
Raise your senses to the highest level and focus all your attention on the other person.
The most important point of short-term foresight due to expanded senses, that is, combat foresight, is this.
concentration.
I place only the opponent within my cognitive range.
It has to be that way. Otherwise, all the surrounding information will flood in through your open senses and wreak havoc on your brain.
It’s quiet. It is an infinitely quiet time.
It was a moment of complete concentration, blocking out the surrounding sounds.
“Are you laughing?”
The team leader said. That voice caught my ear.
As soon as I finish speaking.
Just once, just for one moment, I read the team leader’s next actions.
The movements of the team leader who pushes the table and reacts to presence!
“yes.”
Simultaneous with the answer.
pop.
He kicked the ground and stretched out his fist.
I almost threw my body using the force of hitting the floor.
The team leader pushed the table towards me and used that force to move back.
As I stepped back, I turned my body around with my left foot.
A movement that anticipated my attack.
And then I performed a lariat attack on the team leader’s neck.
I have to wrap my arms around it and suffocate it.
That ambitious dream was quickly shattered.
puck!
My neck got caught, but the team leader’s arm got caught in between.
“Look at this bastard.”
I could also see the team leader’s smiling face.
Damn, the team leader saw it just as I saw it. I lost the battle.
At the same time, I felt the presence of attacks from up, down, left and right.
f*ck, you don’t know what’s real.
Take a look.
It’s a chin. A fist cracked my chin. It was a short upper.
“Wook!”
I clenched my molars and endured the pain. Compared to the canter of a knife, getting one hit is laughable.
I lost my balance after being hit in the chin, so I leaned back on the chair behind me and held on.
Only then did my rubber slippers fall to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
the team leader asked. I had lost one of my slippers and was putting one foot on top of the other.
“A report.”
“what?”
“The answer to your homework.”
I grabbed my numb chin and bent my neck from side to side.
Crackling, crunching.
“A report?”
“This seemed like a more accurate answer.”
Let me answer.
“You’re a fool.”
Just beyond the partition, the deputy of External Security Team 2 spoke.
Since it caused a stir, it was only natural that it would attract attention.
“Are you normal?”
Deputy Panda asked.
“Go to the infirmary.”
Senior Ice also said.
In Hwarim, there is only one medical room.
Psychiatry, counseling and treatment center.
Before I could answer anything.
“Well, shit, the answer is right.”
The team leader said, bringing the fallen slippers to his toes and putting them on.
That one word settled the whole situation.
“yes?”
I asked that question back.
In fact, I was angry, and for a moment I got so fired up that I attacked him.
I also wondered why I did that.
Probably because of the joy of the moment.
The energy given by the joy that came instead of s*xual or violent impulses.
Therefore, the instinct of the transformation race made the body move first.
But the team leader says something like that.
Is this guy normal?
“What are you staring at? Go and get some coffee.”
I got up.
Making coffee is the job of the youngest member of the team. After I coolly attacked him and got hit, the impulse I felt earlier disappeared.
“If you spit, it will come off. You can’t fool my sense of taste.”
Yeah, I don’t do that.
There is no way to fool the sensitive, immortal palate.
Until I reach for the colorless, odorless and tasteless poison, I will faithfully make a delicious coffee mix.
But why is this team leader like this?
I tried so hard to attack you, but you’re just letting me go?
I don’t know. I need to get some coffee.
Is there anything different about work life?
All you have to do is do what you’re told to do and don’t do what you’re told not to do.
* * *
“What did he do?”
“Deceiving one’s presence.”
Dong-Hoon asked and Kim Jeong-Ah muttered.
“Did you teach me secretly?”
Dong-Hoon asked again.
“Do I look like that type of person?”
The team leader answered.
No, absolutely not.
“But do you admit that I jumped at you all of a sudden?”
“That’s impressive, Shiba.”
Jungbong said.
The team leader, who was confident in hiding his expression, suddenly had a smile on his face.
“Team 3 leader, take care of your kids’ education. What’s all the fuss about in the office?”
To be sensitive, these were the words of the head of the external security team 2, who competes for the top spot in this office.
“That’s what I’m paying attention to. This.”
“If you’re going to kick them out, you better kick them out quickly.”
Team Leader 2 muttered.
There was no one here who could not hear the murmur.
Dong-Hoon thought.
Team 3 does not accept new recruits. I especially don’t want such a bright new recruit.
why? Because the team leader doesn’t want it.
It was like that until now. It was like that.
“Kim Jeong-ah, how is that body?”
“If you look at the level of physical training alone, it is second to none in the entire company.”
These are the words of a senior and someone who teaches Gwangik basic fighting techniques.
“Where did you learn this?”
Dong-Hoon asked. This is a question that comes up because I am still obsessed with the secret from earlier.
The team leader thought.
To learn, that rough roughness is a clumsiness that cannot be shown if one is a properly educated pureblood.
Literally, I realized this right now and put it into practice.
I used it as soon as I learned it. And that too to the team leader himself.
‘Where did something like that come from?’
I became curious about my parents’ faces.
All immortal personal information is confidential. This is the same even if you are a subordinate.
You can’t see it unless you’re an executive.
Although he is of mixed race, he has this level of talent, so to call him an irregular is not enough.
Jungbong was genuinely curious about Gwangik’s father’s face.
No matter how talented you are, there are some things you cannot do.
What if I had received at least some gifted education from a young age?
So I was curious. Parents of new recruits.
* * *
Shooting, knife fighting, anti-personnel combat training, combat training against invaders.
Training, training, training.
At Hwarim, training was emphasized to the point of tediousness for new employees.
I was also a newbie, so I had to endure that.
A day like any other day.
So, it was the life of a salaried Lupine, with no trips or work.
After training and education, I was about to go learn some formations to prepare for the Invaders.
Turrrrrrr.
At that time, the phone rang, and Assistant Manager Panda answered it.
“Yes, this is Lee Dong-hoon of Security Team 3.”
A few words were exchanged.
Something happened. The message was that support was requested due to a lack of human resources.
After finishing the call, the assistant manager reported to the team leader.
There have been a few missions so far, but since I’ve never participated in them, I just didn’t listen to them.
however.
“Jeong-ya.”
“yes.”
“Take him away with a bang.”
Twitch.
My ears moved randomly.
Kwang refers to me.
I just listened to the Panda manager’s phone call.
“……D-rank mission?”
Kim Jeong-ah asked.
“We don’t have enough hands, you idiot. What hands do we have left?”
The team leader said.
The gunner slightly frowned and then straightened his eyebrows.
As a shooter who rarely expresses emotions, I could tell that this was quite a nuisance just by looking at it.
“Yes. Yoo Gwang-ik.”
He answers, calls me, and stands up.
It’s a movement that seems to be captured.
I got up and followed him, and it turned out that he was heading towards the underground warehouse.
To be exact, it was an armory where weapons were stored.
“Get your arms ready.”
Senior Ice said.
That ‘armed’ thing.
In the meantime, I tried it on, swung it, and manipulated it.
Moreover, I learned separately about the materials and manufacturing process of this equipment. These are the devices.
Bulletproof body armor.
Bulletproof helmet with attached communication equipment.
Wrist-mounted tablet PC.
Titanium alloy protectors covering knees and elbows.
Condensed leather combat boots that completely cover the ankle and do not require size adjustment.
Among these, the helmet is made of titanium over a ceramic material, and is said to be one of the items made with human science and technology, or to be more precise, it is one of the items that is a concentration of Hwarim’s technology.
Although the same goes for tablet PCs in the form of wristwatches and other things.
New materials and new resources beyond White Hole created through human methods.
That is Hwarim, the battle uniform of the Immortal Special Forces.
When I looked to the side, I saw Senior Ice changing his clothes.
It is an innerwear suit that clings tightly to the body.
That didn’t seem to be an ordinary item either.
The longer someone has been doing this, the more likely they are to have custom equipment other than the basic equipment.
It is said that there are people who carry gold-plated guns simply because it suits their mood better, so they say it all.
“What you looking at?”
I didn’t steal your body. I was looking at custom equipment.
“No. What about my personal firearms?”
The mission is D-rank, and originally, trained ordinary squad-level troops would be sufficient.
Otherwise, we are an immortal special force, a force that cannot be compared to ordinary people.
Of course, you must bring your own firearm.
“Take your pistol.”
“yes.”
With that said, the gunner took a tablet of Tokarev.
“Would you like to take that with you?”
“Heavy and good.”
This guy may surprisingly be a military fanatic.
Togareprani uses 7.62mm bullets.
Official name tt-33, it was a gun with an eight-round magazine and each shot felt heavy.
I held the Glock 17 next to him.
It is a decent but excellent firearm that uses 9mm Parabellum bullets.
It wasn’t a big deal since it was a D-rank mission, but my heart pounded.
Anyway, it was my first time participating in my first mission.
fantasy,
