When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield

the next morning.

As soon as I finished running, I prepared as if I was going to go on an operation.

Helmet, night vision goggles, war belt, main weapon HK416 and secondary weapon Glock 19. Truly a full-on state.

In addition, to avoid the low sunlight, I put on black sports sunglasses and was called outside and got into a Mitsubishi van.

While the smell of the musty fabric sheets entered my nostrils, the team members began to burn one after another.

The driver’s and passenger’s doors opened, and Jose and Marcus rode side by side, with Jake taking the two seats for his size, and Rachel coming in next to me.

Then she sat down and asked.

“Lee, how are you feeling today? Yesterday’s operation was a bit like that.”

Rachel shrugged her shoulders as she answered while tying her hair up.

“not too bad.”

After answering, a faint scent of shampoo wafted from her. I must have gargled it, and the breath I spit out was also mixed with a refreshing mint scent.

It was fragrant, perhaps in contrast to the musty smell inside the car.

I even took a look.

So I quickly shook my head.

The so-called spirit almost went to the flower field.

Even so, Rachel herself was a character with a pretty appearance. Whether it’s the eyes, nose, mouth, or body.

Fortunately, it didn’t make my heart pound at first sight, but like a 29-year-old man with a strong heart, one side of his heart was restless.

But that’s it.

I quickly drew a line and calmed down.

‘Not yet, not yet… … .’

As I brushed off the other thoughts that entered my head, her words continued.

“… I thought Lee was crazy.”

“yes?”

“You ran away all of a sudden. A special operations unit would never do that. That’s why I wondered if they might have been trying to pounce on the terrorists like throwing themselves on a grenade.”

“ah… Well, there’s nothing I can’t do, but I have no intention of dying. We are still far away.”

“Not yet? What does it mean?”

“Just what… Life is short, like this. A lot to do. As you can see, your body is full, isn’t it?”

I added some useless words.

It was because she couldn’t explain the real meaning of ‘yet’ she asked.

‘Until I catch Pikal and stop the nuclear war ending… How can I explain this?’

I laughed out loud inside.

It was because I thought about telling you the relevant information first.

Even if I didn’t tell the truth, I thought it would be nice if I could tell you something important, such as G&G Corp except for Scott, the traitors in the State Department, the location of Sergei and Pikal, and the imminent threat of nuclear war.

Then the case will be a little more favorable.

But, I was just thinking. I didn’t dare to say anything.

No matter how you think about it, it was because the back was bad.

Whether you disbelieve or trust my words.

Either way, I would either be taken to a CIA or Homeland Security safe house, where I would be tortured, or I would end up getting my hair cut off at Nevada’s Area 51 or some closed laboratory.

Of course, there was no such thing as Area 51 in Lareple, but it was a game.

There were limitations.

On the other hand, where I am is reality, and in reality there are many secret organizations that I am unaware of.

There must be places like me that can be kidnapped and experimented on.

That said, I only had one option.

‘I have to zip up my mouth… … .’

By the time I looked back on my situation, I had a few words with Rachel again.

“Okay, we have arrived! Finally seeing Lee’s skills properly… … .”

Suddenly Jose stopped the car and looked back, his expression strange.

He has a young smile and even winks.

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Looking at what he was doing, José raised the corner of his mouth on his own and said.

“You two look very nice there, don’t you? Did you stick around like that the entire time you came?”

At the same time, Marcus in the passenger seat turned his head back.

However, unlike the smiling trader Jose, he raised one eyebrow.

“… hmm? What the hell are you looking at? Doesn’t Li look bad on her face?”

“Lee usually makes that kind of old man expression. But Rachel is… You seem interested? Right?”

It was the time when I was about to change my mind about talking about me.

“Get off at once. Now it’s time to use it. $100 an hour.”

Fortunately, Jake cut the situation down with a heavy, gruff voice.

By the time Jose and Marcus got off without a word.

Rachel, who was getting off, shrugged.

“Do I look like that?”

“well.”

“Anyway, I don’t want you to misunderstand, I was just talking to you. Not every word has an intention.”

“Ah, yes.”

As if conscious of what I had said before, she made eye contact with me again.

“I don’t know if you think that way because I came from the CIA, but I’m a normal person too.”

Although he was a special agent who went through the Department of Homeland Security and the CIA and even entered the secret organization of the State Department, his language, drone operation, and marksmanship were beyond ordinary people, but he nodded without muttering.

“Ah, yes. All right.”

“… Get off.”

It was time for Rachel, who had hesitated for a moment, to get off and get off again, smelling the subtle scent of her shampoo.

“oh… … .”

A small exclamation escaped my lips.

Not because I liked the smell of the shampoo, but because of the sight I encountered as I got off.

Al Jamash Tactical Training Center.

Of course, it was in the game as it was, and it was also a place I used often.

‘Hey, it’s nicer to see this in real life.’

The Al Jamash Training Center was a must-visit in the early days of telling the story of this Middle East.

For example, a beginner training camp.

It’s a place where you train and improve your skills like that concept, but that’s for beginners, and I, a deceased person, came for a different reason.

Instantly break test records and complete lectures from professional instructors.

Both had advantages, among them record-breaking prize money and increased awareness and ransom, and lecture completion had the advantage of being able to use related types of weapons or fighting techniques.

However, that only applies when playing the game, not reality.

The manager wouldn’t give him a prize for breaking the record, and he could use any weapon he wanted without completing the lecture. I could punch and kick as I pleased.

Of course, I had to experience things I hadn’t used often since I had been discharged for 10 years. Things like mortars and Panzerfaust.

And I had to learn everything from the basics, like the Hyeongung (AT-1K Raybolt: Anti-tank missile) that was developed a few years ago, which I had never even used.

But those things were not here. It wasn’t available at any other training center.

Shaking off such a brief thought, I followed Jake into the Al Jamash training center.

‘It’s been a while, this… … .’

The interior was also like the screen in the game that I often came to.

A slightly outdated, outdated facility that can be used by company-level personnel.

It was a place to visit for various reasons, such as not being able to use the Abdullah II Special Warfare Training Center (KASOTC) in Jordan, a neighboring country, or lack of funds.

It doesn’t look very good, but it wasn’t without its downsides.

It was because there were tracks and gyms where you could train and test your physical strength and strength, and it was easy to use because there were frequent punctures like today.

Meanwhile, Jake chinned me.

“Lee, pack your tan and get ready. We’re going to do a one-man operation scenario.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“After getting ready, go through this door, kill everyone, and come out through the door on the other side. Do you have any questions?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“That makes me look forward to more.”

Jake then glanced at the monitor with the video inside, but I didn’t respond. Rather, I thought differently.

I was worried about whether I could satisfy his expectations or whether I should ruin them in moderation.

Of course, both are possible, so I was confident.

This is because the one-man operation scenario is the most advantageous course for breaking records, so I have done it often.

I added an exaggeration to the point where I could do it with my eyes closed.

So I thought about it for a while, but the process didn’t take too long.

I thought of a sentence or two and came to a conclusion right away.

‘Can I use it if I can’t train as I want? Let’s just do it, f*ck you. Could it be that the CIA will cut your head or slit your stomach for doing this well?’

By the time you ask yourself and feel confident again.

Everything is ready.

“I’m ready, I’m going in now.”

I met eyes with Jake, Jose, Marcus, and Rachel in turn and pulled the stiff iron door.

With a rattling sound, the inside of the brightly lit door was revealed.

A kind of Close Quarter Battle (CQB) situation.

There was a hallway that turned 90 degrees in the middle, rooms on the left and right, and obstacles were placed on the floor.

It was the same test I played on PC.

Of course, some of the props change every time I do it, but it didn’t have much effect on me.

I was the kind of person who would always leave this training center with a record-breaking achievement and an appropriate reward.

It wouldn’t be any different now.

There will be no compensation.

Taang-! bang!

I removed the target in the nearest room and quickly looked around and left.

“clear.”

He muttered to himself and moved to the other side.

Similarly, the target was killed.

And I reached a winding hallway. But it didn’t go right in, and it stopped once. It shouldn’t have been as easy to look at this room as that room.

It was bright because the light was on, but it was because there was a trap.

To be precise, a hidden target like leaning against a wall.

Of course, it was an automatic target with a camera, not a person, but a penalty would be imposed if my body was filmed anyway.

I had to proceed cautiously.

Accordingly, the angle was secured as if a diagonal line was drawn across the corner of the hallway.

As if walking sideways with a gun pointed at it.

Hiding my shoulder, I secured my area metallurgically in order to see the opponent’s shoulder first.

And the moment we almost reached the end.

The shoulder of the iron folding target was exposed.

I pulled the trigger without waiting.

Taang-! bang! bang! bang!

As I pulled him out a bit more, I moved the landing from my shoulder to the area around my chest.

The target was flipped over.

‘next… … .’

He easily avoided the penalty trap disguised as Cremoia in the middle of the hallway.

Now there are only two rooms left.

As he approached the room near them, he loosened his left hand gripping the vertical grip and barrel.

It was because I knew very well what was next.

right in the dark.

thud.

Darkness came from all sides with a heavy sound.

The room as well as the hallway were turned off, so all the lights in this course were gone.

With the gun still on my shoulder, I quickly lowered the night vision goggles with my left hand.

Suddenly, the green screen of the night vision mirror flickered briefly, and then the pitch-black space came into view.

From a laser pointer attached to a rail to a clear line extending straight out.

There was a target next to it.

An illustration of a military uniform with a strange zebra pattern.

When I took a new aim, the infrared laser hit the center of my chest at once, as if I had been waiting for it.

I pulled the trigger again.

Tick.

There was an unexpected sound.

It was a shot jam.

“ah.”

The situation where I hurriedly entered the room.

I hurriedly took out the Glock 19 and aimed at the target with the paint peeling off.

And the moment I felt the sharpshooter trait working on my gun, I pulled the trigger.

bang! bang! bang!

While holding up the gun, one shot hit the lower abdomen and the other two went over the target as it was lodged in the chest.

Then, the inside of the room was cleared, and HK416, which was jammed with bullets, was immediately taken care of. Ting, and after one bullet rolled to the floor, I hit the bullet case and the bolt with my hand while reloading, and got upright.

chin chin.

Now there was only one room left.

There were three targets to be eliminated in it, and the boss in the middle of them had an infrared camera that penalized them.

It means I shouldn’t be stamped before knocking it down.

But nothing was difficult.

Because I wore night vision goggles I bought with expensive money, and I had the experience and characteristics of Rareple.

I quickly approached the last remaining room with quick steps, and quickly fired at the entrance.

bang!

The target in front of me passed, and I narrowed the angle by moving my right foot.

neither too late nor too soon.

The moment I saw the target’s shoulder, I immediately pulled the trigger.

bang! bang! bang!

It fired rapidly, and as it entered at the same time, it aimed again and pulled.

bang! bang!

It was an instant.

Both targets fell almost simultaneously, and I looked around the room and immediately turned around and left.

That was it.

Raising the night vision goggles, I grabbed the handle of the iron door at the end of the hallway.

rattle.

When I opened it with force, the incandescent light of the training center’s waiting area came in like pouring.

Between blinking eyes as if adapting to the light.

The first thing I heard in my ears were the words starting with ‘F’.