Success Story of a Master Level Mercenary Chaebol

063: Shoot and see (8)

When Cheol-woo entered the mansion, the police followed and closed the door. Perhaps in the aftermath of the previous day, the door gap did not match, and the hinges screamed.

The interior was dark. Yesterday, the explosives installed by Cheol-woo exploded and all the lights were broken.

“This is it. When you go down, the other agents . . .”

As he entered the door, Cheol-woo slowed his steps. The police thought he could not find his way, so they took the lead.

At that moment, Cheol-woo hit him on the neck. The policeman collapsed and lost consciousness.

He quietly took him as he fell and laid him on the floor in another room. He had no intention of meeting real FBI agents.

I didn’t expect another FBI agent to be here. It’s an area where shootings are common, and the fact that he came to the FBI for this meant that there was another problem.

Cheol-woo hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. A small door at the back of the kitchen opens into the back garden.

On the other side of the garden was a small iron gate. As anyone can see, it was a warehouse that kept the machines used to trim the garden. The warehouse didn’t even have a lock on the door.

I opened the door carefully. Then a musty smell rushed into his nostrils.

A small space without even lighting was revealed. When I went to the end of the space and went back behind the sacks stacked at waist height, I saw another small door.

This was the beginning of the passage leading to the other side through the hill. Without hesitation, he opened the door, bent over, and entered the passage.

‘Warrior, check the surroundings.’

[There is no one in the aisle. Two people are guarding the exit 60m outside.]

A long passage was visible through Cheolwoo’s retina. And two red dots were blinking at the end.

Carlos, who was well-intentioned, had even set up a sentry in case the passage could be discovered. That meant he was obviously hiding there.

We walked along the narrow road for a long time. Because it was an escape route, there were not many air holes, so it was very inconvenient to breathe.

I ran down the road as fast as I could and reached the door opposite. Behind the door, the Warrior marked that two men were standing on the lookout looking this way.

bang! Rumble!

Cheol-woo immediately kicked the door and came out. Surprised by the sudden situation, the sentries raised their short assault rifles on their shoulders and tried to aim, but it was too late.

Puchong, Puchong! Puck, puck!

Bullets fired from a silenced pistol hit the chest, one in the chest, and one in the forehead. When the gunman was about to fall with his eyes closed, Cheol-woo was already jumping outside the other guy.

puck! dump! Puchong, Puchong!

He knocked him down by turning his jaw with one hand, and immediately fed him two bullets. In the same way, the one who had his chest and forehead pierced died as it was.

[Beep, there are 5 people on the 1st floor and 8 people on the 2nd floor. They all appear to have firearms, and they also appear to be wearing secondary weapons.]

The warrior briefed the situation and marked the topographic map and the locations of the people. He hadn’t heard a sound yet, so he didn’t see any sudden movements.

‘Show me the enlarged room in the deepest part of the first floor of the Warrior.’

Cheol-woo pointed to the place where Carlos is most likely to be hiding. The screen was enlarged and the figures of the three people were displayed as red dots.

All the lines of the house were gathered there. The lines were telling us that there was a place to monitor CCTV hidden throughout the house.

Looking around the room, they seemed to be vigilant around it. Surely Carlos will be hiding there.

Cheol-woo collected debris from the bosom of the dead. Plate carriers (weapon storage belts) for storing grenades and magazines were draped over the clothes of the men in military uniforms.

He took off his suit jacket and placed a plate carrier over his shirt. After hanging her sword and various weapons, she felt reassured.

Cheol-woo picked up the MP5 they had. He pulled out the pushed-in butt, rested it against his shoulder, and strode out the door, pointing his muzzle forward.

The door he came out of led directly to the living room. He knew in advance that there was no one in the living room through the Warrior, so his footsteps were unstoppable.

I crossed the living room and entered a narrow hallway. There were two rooms on each side, two of which were packed with people.

Cheol-woo put the belt attached to the gun over his shoulder. He then grabbed the doorknob of the right door and pulled out a grenade with his opposite hand.

Rumble! Woo Jijik! swish! Back!

The door was locked, but he broke the lock with the overwhelming force of his arm. Then, the grenade with the safety pin removed was pushed into the gap in the door. Then he quickly turned around the corner and hid himself.

Aww! Whoa!

There was a shock wave that made my ears go blank, but the Warrior took control of my nerves. Surprised by the explosion, the moment the door on the other side opened, the gun of Cheol-woo, who was hiding in the corner, came out and spit out fire.

Torrrr, torrrr!

The open door leaf turned into a mop in an instant and exploded. Cheol-woo, who approached the front door with one foot, kicked the broken door leaf and entered inside.

There was only one bed and one desk in the small room. Looking at his colleague who had fallen in front of the door, he threw a blast of bullets at the man who had been stunned for a while.

At the same time, the situation on the other side of the grenade was confirmed through the warrior. There were no further biological reactions.

Cheol-woo, who left the room without any regrets, threw another grenade towards the stairs leading to the second floor. About three seconds later, the grenade in his hand flew and exploded in the air.

The men running downstairs, startled by the explosion, were turned into rags by the fragments of the grenade that exploded in front of them.

Cheol-woo, who hid himself in a corner to avoid the explosion, hurriedly ran out from the end of the explosion. He jumped using his running momentum and grabbed the railing on the second floor with one hand.

Then he laid the gun in his other hand on his side and pulled the trigger without looking at it.

Tulle, tulle! Ouch! Ouch!

Those who could barely escape the grenade on the stairs and on the far side were shot down by blind bullets.

Whik! chin!

Come on! Truly!

He lifted himself up with one hand and climbed over the railing on the second floor, and as soon as he landed, he ran and confirmed and killed those who had fallen.

Come on! shudder!

He replaced the magazine with only a few shots left while running. Without looking, he changed the magazine only by his senses, and he sharpened his gun towards the door deep in the hallway.

Truly! Truly!

The last two who had been hiding behind the thin door fell like that. The two people’s biological reactions immediately disappeared without any confirmation or killing.

While I was gathering insufficient magazines and grenades from the fallen ones, one of the guns caught my eye.

H&K416. Actually, I was more interested in the magazine than the gun. The 100-round magazine has always been fascinating.

I mounted the MP5 behind the carrier and picked up a 100-round rifle. The heavy feeling always thrilled him.

Cheol-woo, who cleaned both the lower and upper floors, slowly descended to the lower floors. Now, if only Carlos, who will be hiding in the very back of that hallway, decides, the whole schedule here will be over.

Cheol-woo kindly knocked on the door. But Carlos’s answer was very harsh.

Tadadadang! Tadadadang!

Bullets flew from behind the door without incident. But there were no iron cows there.

There was no pro who stood in front of the door and waited for the bullet baptism. As long as he gets hit by the bullets he shoots in hopes of good luck, he’ll never be a mercenary anyway.

bang! Rumble!

Whik! Degur!

Cheol-woo, who had fled to the next room, kicked the door with his foot and knocked it down, then threw a grenade into the room where Carlos was.

For those who didn’t know the subject, this was rat poison. After the explosion, he went into the room, distracting his smoke with his hands.

Next to the door, there was a bed mattress that was lined up. And Carlos was lying flat behind him.

Even so, he knew instinctively how to survive in the midst of everything he had gone through before and after childbirth.

“If you don’t come out quickly, I’ll shove a grenade into your snout. You proud bastard!”

When he released his cover, the guy hiding behind the mattress got up with his hands raised. He quickly kicked him to the floor and tied his hands and feet with ropes.

And it was time to put a bullet in the knee like before without asking or questioning.

[There are people trying to break in from outside the building. 6 people in total.]

“Ah, what again this time? You are so popular with this bastard. Wasn’t I the only guest?”

Carlos, tied to a rope, rolled his eyes without saying a word. It seemed to be counting whether the person who came was an ally or an enemy.

“I’m not going to turn my head. Are the people who sneak up on you with guns your friends?”

“Sibal, then it must be Nikola’s gang.”

“Oh, your rival, the Italian Mafia.”

“You know it, too.”

“of course···.”

aldamada. I was assigned an escort mission to protect this bastard’s life from them. I was fed up with how stupid they were.

“Wait a minute here…”

He walked down the hallway with the gun over his shoulder. The location of their movement was reflected in his retina in real time.

Whik! Whik!

As he walked, he opened two grenades and threw them. It was right under the window they reached.

Quang! Quang!

In an instant, four people became bloody. The other two also had their eardrums blown out by the explosion.

Hearing loss causes a momentary loss of balance. You won’t be able to stand up properly or fire your gun accurately.

Dealing with them was a piece of cake. In English, it means eating a piece of cake.

bang! bang!

I punched a hole in the forehead of those who were rolling on the floor one by one. I could see several vehicles spying in the distance.

A shootout like this would have been noticed by the cops over the hill. If they knew the story behind the incident, they wouldn’t be staring at it like that.

“Ah, great! It’s because it’s so cumbersome to deal with a single cockroach chick.”

Groaning, he walked back to the room. Having fought this much, of course, I was going to charge him for the effort.

The original plan was to pay off the debt here first, dig up some information, and then finish it neatly. However, the situation was not so relaxed.

Even if it bothered me, I felt like I had to drag that guy and move to a quieter place. His steps got a little faster.

‘Warrior, report the theft of the vehicle you received from the vigilante leader. It’s easy to get away with later…’

[··· Report has been processed.]

Carrying Carlos tied up, he climbed into the truck parked behind the house. He was a very powerful guy with a German engine.

I threw him aside, fastened his seat belt, and reported the theft of the car parked on the other side of the hill. By doing this, he could avoid being questioned by the police even afterward.

The vigilante leader, if possible, will take the side of Cheol-woo and close his mouth.

Even if he confessed, unless direct evidence was found, he was only charged with fraud by impersonating the FBI.

It would have been released if he paid enough bail. This is America, where money is everything.

As long as I didn’t have to live here for the rest of my life, there was no harm in such a crime.

I got the truck and drove it out the back road. There was no way for Carlos to escape after digging a fox’s den.