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

I installed my own attachments on an M4 from G&G Corp Eastern Europe.

Everything you need from the HK416 to the MP7, including the 1x red dot scope, 3x optical sight, vertical grip, laser target designator, light, remote control and more.

And it was time to grab the C-grip by crossing the vertical grip and the barrel with your fingers, and at the same time grabbing the scope and eyepiece.

Suddenly, the door opened and Marcus came in.

“Ah, surprise me. What is it?”

As he flinched at the situation he was concentrating on, he raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead.

“Do you want to practice boxing?”

“Oh, is it already that time? for a moment… sit down for a bit I’ll sort it out right away.”

I suggested him a seat on the bed and arranged the equipment that had been laid out.

It was because Jake was trying to get boxing tutoring from Marcus while he was recovering from surgery and his contract as a military drill instructor was in progress.

This wasn’t the first time.

Marcus was also an amateur boxer, so I took a quick look at the basics before going on my first vacation.

Of course, I didn’t improve my skills like the MMA classes I took at Al Jamash a few times.

Anyway, whenever I had time, I was getting help.

It’s better than not learning.

As I was putting my equipment away, I heard Marcus’ gentle voice as if I was watching him.

“I must have spent a lot of money on equipment.”

“Yeah, what… Almost everything I received from the bonus went here.”

I answered blandly, but if the money I received was small, I would have been quite stressed.

It was because I ate a bulletproof plate during the battle yesterday.

To be precise, the Dobitan was lodged under the collarbone of the bulletproof plate near the chest, and the price alone reached 3,000 dollars.

Approximately 3.8 million won in Korean currency.

The cost of avoiding fatal wounds was quite cheap, but considering the $8,000 monthly salary, it wasn’t cheap.

If I didn’t have money, I might use it at least once more or use a Chinese product.

I don’t have a family and I have nowhere to spend money, so it doesn’t matter, but Marcus or José, who have families, would be different.

In the meantime, Marcus added, as if he was still looking at my equipment.

“… Did you bring a custom 5.56mm bullet case?”

“Oh, just in case.”

“I thought it was overkill until yesterday, but I guess I have to cancel it. After all, your choice was right… … .”

When I arrived in Camarnia yesterday, I had that kind of reaction when I saw my rucksack. So did Rachel.

Of course, the answer to that was the same every time, so I quickly changed the topic.

“Okay, now tell me something about boxing, what I learned before is already annoying.”

“hehehe, that’s right.”

At my words, Marcus got out of bed and warmed up with some stretching and burpees.

And I learned and practiced step, jab, right, left, hook, uppercut, plus ducking and weaving over and over again.

By the time Marcus also showed a demonstration and moved while receiving my punches with the palm of his hand.

Maybe it was because I learned it from time to time, but my body started to heat up.

He also taught me better than I thought.

But, suddenly, a tired voice was heard along with a sigh.

“after… How about taking a break and having a meal?”

Puffed up, Marcus sat down as if straining in his chair, wiping his sweat and voicing.

“this… I didn’t know that I would ask you to rest first. I knew your stamina was good, but I didn’t expect it to be this high. Didn’t you think you didn’t have enough practice before?”

“Well, it’s not like that… Oh, it’s been a while.”

Suddenly, I realized when I saw the time on the wall, and Marcus’ admiring words flowed out.

“Yeah, if you’re new to boxing, it’s time to vomit two or three times and then lie down in a corner. It’s time for even trained boxers to take a break.”

“hahahaha, I’m in good physical shape… … .”

After answering lightly, Marcus looked at me curiously again.

In the end, as he said, I finished boxing and ate, and after that I went to the gym and used the equipment. It was difficult to move properly because of the stitched shoulders, but I spent my time focusing on what I could do.

I didn’t know it at the time of the operation, but after it was over, it was because I had muscle pain here and there.

The reason was obvious even without examination.

lack of strength.

Of course, it wasn’t that my body was weak.

In the first place, military equipment was so heavy that nothing was light, so it was just that much strength.

The M4 alone, which will be covered in the future, weighs 3.4 kg, and the weight of each bulletproof plate in the plate carrier exceeded 2.3 kg.

If you add ammunition and all kinds of equipment to it, it’s like carrying at least 10kg more.

With additional equipment required for each operation, it weighed well over 2, 30 kg.

It’s a shame since the operation has been over within tens of minutes so far, but it was clear that my body would ache from muscle pain if I carried out an operation that lasted for hours or days.

Even if that wasn’t the case, more strength was needed to subdue an advancing enemy in close combat.

If you get into a physical fight, you’ll have to win whether you push, hit, or throw.

So, I practiced boxing the next day as well, and went to the gym to grab the equipment again.

My shoulder hurt, but I did it over and over for several days.

The day that became the 5th day like that.

Marcus brought new instructions instead of boxing tutoring.

“The drill instructor contract has been finalized. Pack your bags and get ready to check out.”

“Do you go to a nearby villa?”

It was a short-term rental villa commonly used by mercenaries, and I was asking because I lived in an outdated villa in Lareple.

As expected, the answer came back in the affirmative.

“Yes, it is too expensive to stay here.”

“Then I’ll go to the gym one more time before I check out. There won’t be any equipment there.”

Speaking of regret, Marcus nodded.

“Don’t push yourself too hard, it hurts your shoulder more.”

“No, you have to overdo it while you are young. I can’t do it even if I want to when I’m old.”

“… It sounds like you’ve gotten old.”

“That’s what it says.”

After replying to a puzzled face, it was around the time that he sorted things out according to his words.

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I thought it was Rachel because I heard a knock, but when I opened the door, I saw unexpected faces.

“… … ?”

Seeing me wince, José smiled and spread his arms.

“The King has returned, everyone worship!”

The words came out in an exaggerated theatrical tone, and Jake, who was standing next to him, gave out a gruff voice.

“Is everything okay, Marcus?”

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Like me, Marcus hesitated, but then opened his mouth as if he were thinking the same thing.

“… Jake? Are you discharged? No, can I walk?”

Marcus looked at him with round eyes, and Jake shook his head.

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Looking like regret.

“Yeah, it’s a bit late.”

“Are you late?”

“I thought it would be three days, but it took a little longer.”

“what… Isn’t it the fifth day now?”

José giggled at the words of Marcus, who shared the same feelings as mine.

“Five days is enough for the Viking Lord.”

She must have heard the small commotion, and Rachel’s visit from the other side also opened.

At the same time, her bewildered voice was heard.

“… Are you already discharged?”

“then! I should Have you ever seen Thor hospitalized?”

This time, around the time Jose answered instead.

Jake, who entered the room before he knew it, looked around at the luggage he was putting in order, then turned his head.

“Are you ready to check out?”

Marcus opened his mouth as if he had finally come to his senses.

“Ah yes. A new order just came in. The training instructor contract has been finalized at the military base, so I have to go to a nearby villa for a short-term contract.”

At those words, Jake nodded his head as if it was okay.

“The schedule was just right.”

* * *

Office of the Director of External Relations, Department of State, Harry S. Truman Building, Washington, DC, USA.

A new, awaited report is in the hands of Director Robert.

[Interrogation report on suspected terrorists in Camarnia.]

It was the result of the interrogation experts arriving in Camarnia 13 hours after the terrorist attack, and interrogating the criminal.

Turning over the cover, Robert quickly began to skim through the contents.

An overview of the terrorist attack, the identities of the three suspects, information on other dead people, weapons used, the scene, etc.

This was important, but not central.

What mattered was what was behind the terror.

Take a moment to look into this.

Suddenly, Robert’s gaze changed sharply.

After turning over dozens of pages of the report, it contained what he wanted.

Right away, the process of questions related to terrorism.

There was quite a lot of content, but it wasn’t difficult to find because the filmed copies were listed like lines in a drama.

Robert’s eyes, which had been turning over the paper several times, stopped at one place.

Because the scene I wanted finally came out.

[…] With his help, we were able to recruit more colleagues than planned. I also warned that the mercenaries protecting the UN and local lawmakers are strong.]

[…] They delivered not only AK-74s, but also RPG-7s, machine guns, and vehicles.]

[…] He said he supported our terrorism.]

[…] He was called Volkov.]

Robert’s eyes widened when he read the last name, Sergei Volkov.

‘also… It was this guy.’

I guessed from the time the terror occurred.

It was because Sergei was the only one who used other terrorist groups to commit crimes, as well as the style of supporting supplies or erasing traces.

Of course, if that was all just a little while ago, now it’s a situation where there’s enough evidence.

It was worth reporting to the superiors.

Of course, the assault, water torture, and midazolam (sedative/anesthetic) and LSD (lysergic acid diethylamide: hallucinogen) injections were specifically written, but they were scheduled to be deleted as confidential, so I didn’t mind.

Even if it was exposed, it made no difference.

Ethics and human rights were not priorities.

Moreover, he did not skip the humane interrogation method at all.

I calmly questioned the three suspects who had just completed gunshot surgery, and even gave them meals to create a good atmosphere and ask questions.

If you just give us the information you want, we don’t have to suffer from each other.

All of that was spelled out in detail at the beginning of the report, and understandably the results weren’t good.

This is because most of the suspects deceived the investigators with non-response or false answers.

It wasn’t just this one.

Conversations with fanatics who had gone so far as to believe had never ended easily.

They responded only through intimidation, violence, and water torture, not through moderate means. Of course, that also had little effect, so I had to give an intravenous injection like this time.

It was the same with this report, but fortunately, there was really necessary information.

[…] It was confirmed that Sergey Volkov was in Camarnia two days before the terrorist attack. Estimated path appendix.]

Seeing this, Robert chewed his lower lip.

According to today’s date, Sergei had been in Camarnia only a week ago.

Suddenly, a voice mixed with anger and joy flowed from Robert.

“… Finally narrowed it down to a week.”