Chapter Twenty-Six Mission (One)

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  Half a year later

  "Damn it!" I cursed silently as I jumped out from a pile of rocks, rolling into a patch of waist-deep grass. After landing, I slid two meters to the side, and the branches and weeds I used for camouflage scattered all over the ground. Then there was a loud "bang" of gunfire, and a cloud of dust rose up from where I had just landed.

  Four o'clock direction!

  I'm done! Although the bitter vegetables around me had concealed my figure, the swaying grasses when I landed exposed my tracks without a doubt. Facing a sniper, I was already exposed in his aiming scope. I quickly stood up straight, raised the M16 in my hand and aimed at the direction where the bullet came from with three consecutive shots, then immediately followed by a burst of firing around it!

  A flash of firelight across the way, accompanied by a gunshot, and the bullet slammed heavily into the special anti-toxic mask I was wearing. I let out a stifled groan as the powerful force of the bullet sent me tumbling to the ground, my face burning with pain! Damn it! Got hit in the face again!

  At this time, the voice of the instructor still cold as ice came from the headset: "No. 17, hit by No. 16 for the second time, one chance left out of three."

  Kim Ji-joon! Watch me take you down! You damn well know that the rubber bullets from a sniper rifle aren't for show, right? If it weren't for this gas mask with special properties, my face would've been blown to hell already!

  I hid in the bushes, stretching out my gloved hand to touch my numb face, gritting my teeth in pain. You little brat! This time I've had enough of you, no matter what, I'm going to take another shot at you!

  I crouched on the ground, picking up the remaining few bullets, and after replacing them with a new magazine, I carefully observed the surroundings. One shot one life, shoot one bullet and change one place, this is the creed of a sniper, the place where he was just now can be ruled out, but... in this vast African grassland, it's not easy to find a well-trained and camouflage-skilled sniper! Moreover, he also knows my approximate position, which is very unfavorable for me! No way, I have to lure him out!

  At this time, the instructor's voice came from the headset: "16, 17, I don't have time to waste with you, increase the difficulty of the training questions, take down each other within 10 minutes!"

  10 minutes? Are you kidding me? 10 minutes is nothing!

  My brain quickly sprang into action, it seemed I had no choice but to take a risk. I lightly removed the backpack from my body, held it above my head and deliberately let him see it, then suddenly threw the backpack out, rolling in the opposite direction, quickly standing up straight, raising my gun in the general direction. Lure the snake out of the hole, with a bonus head-on blow! A loud gunshot rang out, the thrown backpack fell to the side. Damn! That little guy was still in the same position as before, only crawling from the ground to the tree!

  I swiftly turned the muzzle towards the tree where he was hiding and fired three shots in a row, but just as I had barely squeezed off two rounds, another shot rang out, and with the sound of the bullet tearing through the air, it heavily struck my chest, sending me tumbling to the ground once again.

  "Training ended, No. 16 sniper shot at No. 17 twice, lasting 2 hours and 3 minutes. No. 17 hit No. 16 twice, once before being shot and once after being shot. Counter-sniping failed. Assemble, return to camp!"

  I lay on the ground and hummed twice, took off the mask from my face, rubbed the wound, and struggled to get up. Jin-woo, disguised as a gold, carried an AWP sniper rifle and slowly walked over from afar, I picked up the backpack on the ground and went to meet him.

  I kicked his butt with great force and said in fluent English, "You little brat won again! Next time I'll finish you off!"

  Kim Ji-joon let out a wry smile, rolling up the sleeve of his left arm to reveal a large bruise that had already turned slightly purple: "You're really not easy to take down! In three rounds, I've had to waste two clips each time just to finish you off, and every single time, you managed to counterattack successfully once. You little scamp!"

  "Cut it out! You've got a good deal, don't try to be clever and take advantage of me. I'm warning you for the last time, don't ever slap my face again!"

  "Haha! You're so bold! If you have what it takes, come and slap me in the face!"

  "Oh no! Don't run away! Just you wait and see if I don't beat you into a pig's head!"

  After chasing around on the grass for a while, a black Black Hawk helicopter came down, and Kim Ji-hoon and I boarded the helicopter to return to base.

  It's already been half a year! Unbeknownst to me, six months of time have disappeared from my life. Compared to those pig-like days in school, I'm really living a fulfilling life, with hellish torture, physically and mentally exhausting myself every day! Morning physical training, evening language learning (although I've never passed the test), then studying subjects that can be used in war, such as gun usage and maintenance, bomb making and use, installation and disassembly, driving cars, ships, planes, and submarines, sniping and counter-sniping, intelligence gathering, interrogation, even dissecting corpses... MYGOD! Almost everything I've learned is usable! Now, even my mindset has changed greatly from before, I'm more and more fond of the cold feeling of a gun in my hand. What's left is to hone my skills in actual combat after the exam.

  If inhuman training is to end, then a bloody start will begin.

  After we got off the plane, we were informed to go to the instructor's office. After knocking on the door and walking in, I found that many leaders, including Major General Big Beard, were sitting there.

  "Alright!" The mustachioed colonel waved his hand at the soldiers behind him, who then pulled up all the curtains in the room and turned on the projector on the table. The colonel looked at us two and said: "Your training of more than half a year has come to an end, your instructor is very satisfied with you. I just watched your training again and was shocked by your progress, it's really too fast! Yesterday I received a notice from the Wolf Mercenary Corps, asking me to conduct a final test for you two, actual combat is the best test! As it happens, there is a mission right now, if you can complete it smoothly, you will graduate smoothly from here. Any questions?"

  "No, sir!"

  "Alright!" The big-bearded colonel opened the laptop in front of him, tapped on it, and a map appeared on the projector: "We've received intelligence that three days from now, a group of drug dealers will be trading at an abandoned factory near Herascorp, South Africa, close to Mozambique. This transaction involves a huge amount, nearly 100 million dollars' worth of drugs and dirty money. Your mission is to eliminate them, destroy the drugs, and bring back the dirty money. Got it?"

  "Understood, sir!" Ji-hoon and I exchanged excited glances. Narcotics!

  "Alright, let me brief you on the situation." The mustachioed colonel pulled out a photograph of a factory and a topographic map: "These are two major international drug dealers. They make transactions here and then distribute them to various parts of the world, using cash transactions. Due to the large quantity of this transaction, there will be many drug dealers present on site. According to preliminary intelligence reports, approximately 50 people, armed with automatic weapons, may also possess heavy artillery. However, your mission only allows two of you to complete it, and you can choose your own weapons. We'll send troops to follow you, but they'll only appear if you're unable to complete the mission or call for support, and clean up the battlefield - they won't assist you!"

  Whoa! I took a deep breath, two people VS more than 50 armed drug dealers! Is this big bearded guy holding a grudge against us? How can we possibly complete this mission? The difficulty is too high!

  The mustachioed general ignored our expressions, pulled out two foreigners' photos and said: "These two people are the leaders of the two gangs in this deal. Others can escape, but these two must be killed! Of course, if you can capture them alive, I'll give you extra points, hehe... Ah, one more thing." The mustachioed general smiled slyly: "Do you guys miss home?"