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Jong-seok, who greeted Joy, was talking to him.

"I've heard from Chemistry that you're very good at martial arts?"

"It's just a little cooked."

"No way. I heard you beat four ex-Special Forces bodyguards in a flash. Is it that small?"

Joy, who was moving with a smile, suddenly saw Jong-seok.

"Would you like me to show you around the barracks where she's staying?"

"Can I?"

"Why not? Let's go."

As Joey took the lead and walked, said Chemie.

"You've never seen a U.S. military barracks, have you?"

"Right."

"There's not much to see, but it's going to be unique."

Joy took out her cell phone while listening to a conversation between Jong-seok and Che-mi behind her.

Joey, who texted someone, glanced back. Looking at Jong-seok following him, Joey moved again.

***

Walking under the guidance of Joy and Chemistry, Jong-seok was soon able to arrive at a place lined with things like container boxes.

"Is this a barracks?"

"It's used by troops who are dispatched or temporarily brought in like us. But there's everything inside."

Chemistry, who moved with a smile, opened the door to one of the barracks.

"Come in."

The stalactites went into the container. The inside of the container was unexpectedly neat and nice.

It was small but there was air conditioner and refrigerator. Two beds were placed at both ends and next to them were coffins.

I'm in a room. The facilities are definitely better compared to the Korean army. There's an air conditioner.

And there was a picture of East hanging on one of the coffins.

"Are you using the same room as East?"

"Yes"

Jong-seok saw the Yast's casket. There were quite a few medical books piled up at East's casket.

"You really must have changed people."

When Jong-seok was looking at the pipe, Joy opened her mouth.

"How's Private Chemistry doing with the knife?"

"Of course."

Then Joey pulled the dagger out of his pocket and pressed the button, and the blade popped out in a nice way.

Jong-seok looked at the chemistry as if he was wondering about it.

"You carry a knife with you?"

"It's one of our unit rules. Dagger possession"

"Dagger possession is a rule?"

"I'm telling you to keep a minimum of weapons, because you never know when, where, or what will happen. And besides protecting me, the dagger needs a lot of work."

At Chemi's words, Joey nodded, took out his gloves, put them on his hands, and took a dagger and looked at them.

"You don't have to wear gloves."

"For a soldier, it is not polite to touch a man's weapon with bare hands, such as his wife's."

Looking around at the dagger that Chemi gave me, Joey said.

"In my case, I prefer daggers to guns."

"Really?"

"In the case of guns, they're loud and can only be used as a lard when a bullet drops from the enemy's position. But there's no fear of the dagger being dropped. It's also useful if you're tied up with a rope or trapped somewhere."

Joy, along with the horse, looked at the dagger and said, pretending to draw in the air several times.

"You took good care of yourself."

"Thank you."

Joy, nodding her head at Chemistry, held out a dagger to Jong-seok.

"Would you like to see?"

"Shall we?"

Jong-seok reached out his hand to Joey's words. Joy took the dagger to the station and held out the handle to Jong-seok.

Sweep!

He grabbed the dagger handle. At that moment, the dagger turned and cut through Jong-seok's wrist.

Sigh!

Jong-seok hurriedly pulled his hand at the dagger, which was drawn with a sharp sound.

Sigh!

A dagger that cuts through the air with a piercing sound.

Then the dagger came in with the opposite angle, aiming at Jong-seok's armpit.

Argh! Argh!

The wall touched the back of Jong-seok, who was stepping back to avoid the fast-moving dagger.

Blame!

And a dagger that cuts back quickly...

"Sir Sergeant!

Listening to Chemi screaming in surprise, Jong-seok stared at the dagger.

And nearly as close, Jong-seok's legs kicked Joey's knee.

Boom boom!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Joy, who was quickly swinging the dagger, groaned.

On Joy's face, groaning and kneeling, Jong-seok put his knee in.

Phew!

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

It seemed to fall so simply, but its speed and strength were never simple.

Jong-seok kicked the dagger with his foot as he watched Joy move on.

At the sight, Chemi looked at the two with surprised eyes.

"What now?"

"Joy tried to kill me."

Chemi saw Joey in a simple answer to Jong-seok.

"No, so why?"

"Maybe he's from the organization."

"Organization? Assassination?"

"Yes"

"Senior Sergeant Joey... Assassination organization?"

Chemi looked at Joey with surprised eyes. Joey was a great soldier and a good boss.

Chemi had also received help from Joey several times. And among them was a debt of life.

By the way, Joy is an assassin for the U.S. Army.

Jong-seok kicked Joy while watching her absent-minded chemistry as if he was shocked.

"Oops!"

Joy, who was moaning and opening her eyes, tried to get up for a momentarily.

But soon Joey's face hardened.

'Your body?

He remained motionless as if he had been paralyzed. Jong-seok opened his mouth at Joy's appearance.

"Why?"

"If you answer my question well, I'll fix it."

Then he gave Jong-seok a dagger that fell to the floor and said while watching.

"You were going to kill me and cover it up with Chemie?"

I looked at him as if I was wondering what Jong-seok said.

"Me?"

"I hear your men carry dagger songs?"

"I carry a knife with me."

"Then he must have a knife, too."

"As he spoke, Jong-seok searched Joey's pocket. And found a dagger similar to that of Chemi.

Holding the dagger, Jong-seok said.

"He had his own knife and he tried to kill me with your knife. And I'm wearing gloves so I don't get fingerprints. Which means this knife is full of your fingerprints."

"But you have me."

"You're not a witness, you're a murderer who stabbed me to death. And if it were, Joey would be a witness."

"But..."

"But there is no end if you start to say so. That's all I think about now. And there's no more good boss you knew. Don't take pity on me, because the only murderer who tried to charge you with murder."

Jong-seok, who shook his head, looked at Joey. Joey was blushing with something frowned upon.

Perhaps it was using a dragon to move its body. Looking at Joy like that, Jong-seok broke his mouth.

"I thought you said that if you failed one target attack, you wouldn't try any more. Am I wrong?"

At Jong-seok's words, Joey looked at him.

"I don't know what you mean. I was just trying to see if Chemi was a kung fu master."

"Are you trying to draw an artery with a dagger to see your skills?"

"That's the only way to see what you're capable of."

"Because I know most of it. Why don't you tell me the truth? Was it you who sent Kang Chul-jae to kill him yesterday?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jong-seok turned his head and looked outside the door while looking at Joy, who knew clearly but didn't answer.

"If you believe in them...It's no use"

Joey's face hardened by the murmur of the stalks.

"Come in!"

Joy's cry momentarily opened the door roughly. And...

Fa'at!

The stalactites shot out at the door that was still opening.

Bang!

Two U.S. soldiers were seen standing in the eyes of Jong-seok, who ran outside kicking the opening door.

And one U.S. soldier down on the floor...

'Three'

With thoughts one of the U.S. soldiers headed for him with a silencer attached.

Jong-seok hastily pointed his finger at the pistol.

"Front line!"

Fa'at!

A gale from Jong-seok's hand shot away at the pistol.

Bang!

Jong-seok, who saw a pistol smashed along with the front page, kicked the wall of the house next to him and floated up.

Boooong!

Then he fell behind the man with another gun, tripping his foot and dislocating his shoulder.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

He groaned and snatched the pistol from the fallen. And another man shook his fist at such a stalactite.

Papapot!

Jong-seok, who moved left and right to avoid the man swinging his fist rapidly, dug into his arms and slapped the ship with his palm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Crack"

The man, who was hit by the boat with his palm, fell down against the container next to him.

And there was such a little noise of the stalactites.

Ciric! Cirque!

Along with him, blood spurted over Jong-seok's shoulder.

Blow!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

With a burning pain in his shoulder, Jong-seok quickly stepped on the bulyeonghabo.

Papapapat!

With the movement of the stalactites, bullets began to sink into the walls and the ground.

"Crowl!"

Jong-seok, whose face was distorted by pain in his shoulder, saw a person shooting at him.

The fallen man was shooting in that position when he kicked the door. Jong-seok, who was quickly avoiding shooting with a bulyeonghajo, moved his fingers.

Fa'at!

A pistol was smashed to pieces by the intellect from Jong-seok's hand. No, beyond that, even the man's hand was smashed.

"Argh!"

I saw a man screaming with cold eyes because his wrist was smashed.

I mean, normally I'd feel bad for him, but... Jong-seok was not a saint to feel pity for a man who even shot himself to death.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

And it's painful to see a bullet in the shoulder. Jong-seok, who moaned, pressed several places in the blood to get bloodshot and relieve the pain.

"Master!"

Chemi ran out late, then saw blood flow over Jong-seok's shoulder, and hurried up.

"Are you all right?"

Jong-seok, who nodded at Chemi's words, threw a gun at the fallen people.

Taat!

When Chemie got the gun, Jong-seok said.

"Call me military police or whatever."

"Okay..."

There was a loud shout in the back as Chemi answered.

"What is this!"

"Where the hell are you?"

Looking back at the people's shouting, there were U.S. soldiers in armties running in the back.

As I was passing by, I ran to the noise of the commotion, and the U.S. soldiers were down.

One of them was bleeding from his hands, and an Asian stood there, and he made it like this. He came running with an idea.

When he saw Jong-seok's chemistry at the sight, he hurried forward.

"Hey, this isn't like that..."

Terrorist! Save me!"

Joy began to scream in the container as Chemi tried to explain the situation.

The American soldiers began to run faster at the sight.

"It's a terrorist!"

"Emergency! Terrorism!"

Chemistry hurried to stop them with the cries of the American soldiers.

"No! John! Kara! No!"

This was the place where Chemi's unit stayed, and the soldiers who were passing by knew that it was the same unit.

But the problem was that knowing them was the same for Joey.

Joy shouted at the cry of Chemi.

"John! Kara! I'm Sergeant Joey! Save me!"

John and Kara saw Chemi at Joey's cry.

"Get in the way!"

When John and Kara, who pushed Chemi away, rushed toward the stalwart, other soldiers followed suit.

Jong-seok frowned at the sight.

Things are going weird.

Fist flew toward Jong-seok with thoughts. He stepped back and shouted Jong-seok hurriedly.

"Hey! I'm not a terrorist!"

"Puck you!"

cried out, stepping back quickly in the attack that came back with a cry.

"Hey! First of all..."

"Huck! Sergeant Joey!"

While avoiding the fist, Jong-seok glanced at the place where he could hear the sound. The sound of people entering the container was being heard.

"That cub is a terrorist! Chemistry is part of it!"

The sound from the inside made Jong-seok's mouth water.

It's not easy to solve the misunderstanding.

With such thoughts, Jong-seok, who dodged the feet that flew toward his abdomen, grabbed the U.S. military's chest and pushed hard.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

The U.S. military flew into the hands of Jong-seok and crashed into the people who were running.

Jong-seok shouted at those people.

"I'm not a terrorist!"

"Or get caught for now!"

Jong-seok's appetite was filled by the sight of the U.S. soldiers running again with cries.

"Even if you want to get caught... I don't think I'll just keep them. I just can't get caught."

Looking at the momentum of the U.S. soldiers who ran to the scene, it seemed that the first time they were caught, they would come out with eight to twelve weeks of preposition.

So...

Let's start with an atmosphere of conversation.

With his thoughts, he waved his hands at the U.S. soldiers who were running toward Jong-seok and began to move slowly.

Sweep!

Jong-seok's hand moved toward the flying fist.

Boooong!

Bang!

Starting with the U.S. troops collapsing with a heavy sound, people began to fall quickly whenever Jong-seok's hand moved.