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

Washington, DC, Harry S. Truman Building, Office of Foreign Affairs, Department of State.

Director Robert left the conference room.

It was not a meeting with his usual team leader, but a meeting with his immediate superior and a powerful figure in the State Department, the Under Secretary for Arms Control and International Security Affairs, also known as the Under Secretary for Arms Control.

for a very long time too.

Major issues were discussed, such as the pending issue of bold foreign criminals and the promotion of internal affairs, but there was a separate agenda that was the most important among them.

This is Lee Kang-tae.

The achievements he has made so far, his future uses, and his every move from the past to the present have all risen and fallen on the table.

This time it was for the purpose of scouting.

Almost half of the meeting time was spent talking about it, but fortunately Robert got the answer he wanted as a result.

Permission to proceed with the contract.

Of course, there were conditions.

Kang-tae’s nationality must be American.

This was not far-fetched.

It was natural.

We cannot entrust the security of the United States to foreigners.

As much as this, practicality or liberalism did not work.

Kang-tae had to be an American only.

For that reason, Kang-tae should be advised to change his nationality, but Robert’s expression was not so dark.

Rather bright.

‘This is enough for me to save.’

It was thanks to the concession of everything else.

I was able to significantly lower the cut-offs for patriotism or sense of duty for contracts, personal disposition or personality tests, psychological tests including PTSD, IQ tests, and language tests.

In other words, even if the qualifications are slightly lacking, as long as you acquire US citizenship, you can be hired as an agent of the Foreign Cooperation Agency.

However, it did not mean that Kang-tae had reasons for disqualification and that they would cover it up.

Kangtae’s level was rather high in many ways.

It only takes a sense of duty and patriotism.

However, this was enough to overcome if you look at the past words and actions.

Even if I didn’t love America, I didn’t hate it.

Not only that, Kangtae’s past history was perfect as if it had just been created, and the results of his usual words and actions, cell phone and internet usage were also very clean.

Even my main interests are searching for personal tactical equipment and watching martial arts videos.

The more I looked at him, the more I coveted him.

‘Compared to some Tier 1 agents who get into trouble while consuming alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs, they are more like saints or angels than humans.’

he chuckled.

The most important thing would be Kang-tae’s decision, but I wasn’t too concerned about that either.

It was also thanks to the selection of expected results related to citizenship acquisition.

[Probability of being very positive or positive about nationality change: 85%]

It was a result made based on Kang Tae’s words and attitudes that he had collected over the years.

The lacking 15% was also far from patriotism. To be precise, it was a shame caused by the longing related to the ‘special forces’ that Kang-tae was discharged from.

And that 15% of regrets were to be filled within the limits possible.

Whether it’s a luxury car, a house, money or whatever, as well as support related to equipment or martial arts that interests you.

If it was not handled ex officio, I was prepared to report and receive approval.

Unless it’s selling the country.

‘I have to do everything.’

I couldn’t help it.

The natural American citizenship acquisition and contract that was intended was overturned as Kang-tae became known.

From now on, I had to bring him unconditionally.

I couldn’t go anywhere else.

The same goes for similar departments in the United States, but it was a disaster, especially when it went into another country.

‘If you turn the gun towards us in case of emergency… … .’

Horrible thoughts ran through his mind.

If he had to fight even against him, the 1st tier special forces members he had worked so hard to develop would be sacrificed enormously.

It would be even more dangerous if they infiltrated and carried out rearrangement or assassination of key figures.

This was not a fanciful idea, but the result of an interpersonal simulation.

In the results between people, the probability of Kang-tae’s defeat converged to ‘0’, and there were almost no cases of defeat even in inferior situations.

There was a possibility only by killing multiple enemies in an open field with no cover.

‘Even that was less than 80%… … .’

There was a 20% chance that Kang-tae would subdue all enemies and survive.

It’s ridiculous, but it was the simulation statistics that were conducted based on various records.

As for Robert, he wanted to go to the Republic of Camarnia immediately and directly.

I wanted to meet Kangtae and write a contract.

However, it was not possible to fly right away and proceed with the negotiations.

It was because the ongoing search operation for Sergei had been prepared to some extent.

A detailed plan will be posted soon.

Of course, the possibility of including Sergei as the target of the operation is low, but the probability of killing or arresting all involved was quite high.

Conversely, you may be attacked.

Still, I received the cooperation of the Camarnia government, and the Army Special Forces also worked together for the purpose of practice, so I thought it would be enough to do.

Above all, it was because of Kang Tae.

‘It won’t be easy to kill Sergei yourself. It would be nice if there was a new clue.’

Robert licked his lips.

To be precise, he wanted proof of Sergei’s motives.

So far, it’s just Robert’s heart, so I haven’t even reported it separately, but if something comes out, I’ll inform the upper management and devise a countermeasure.

Robert, who arrived at the director’s office, checked the newly uploaded reports.

At the top of it was the document he had been waiting for.

It is the actual operation plan of Camarnia.

Robert immediately picked up the papers, and his gaze narrowed as he carefully checked them as he sat down.

“Not bad… … .”

Fortunately, there seemed to be no major variables.

But even Robert didn’t sign right away.

In case of any unforeseen circumstances, he added the possible means of support scribbled in pen.

Short-term UAV operation, US military standby in neighboring countries, diplomatic cooperation, etc.

You may not see the effect, and the effect may not be large, but if there is a variable, I thought this would be of great help.

‘I hope to meet you in America with a smile… … .’

Robert waited for a while to look at the list of Charlie’s team with anticipation and concern, and eventually signed the payment.

* * *

On the border of Camarnia, near a quarry at the edge of the Yelbrus Mountains.

A black, four-seater wagon stopped in front of a rugged brick house built beside a dirt road.

In the middle of the dust wind blowing on the road, the engine quickly turned off and the car door opened.

With a rattling sound, three Caucasian Russians got out of the car, and one of them was unique.

It was because the two stood on his left and right as if guarding him, and the person in question had an intimidating appearance.

With a large physique, broad shoulders, angular chin, and sharp eyes.

It was Sergei Volkov.

A former Russian FSB Alpha Group officer who became a worldwide terrorist.

When he arrived at the front door, the doorknob turned as if he had waited.

“Are you here, Major?”

“Let’s hear the business first before asking how we are doing.”

As soon as Sergei spoke, the subordinate who had greeted him took a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it out.

“This is a copy delivered to the informant. You should check that out first.”

Instead of answering, Sergei turned his gaze directly to the papers.

[Establishment of a joint actual operation plan between the G&G Corp advisory group and the Army Special Forces]

It was printed with low-quality ink, so it was cut off in the middle of the sentence, but there was no difficulty in reading the contents.

Sigh, Sergei turned over the paper and sat down on the sunken sofa.

And after looking at a few more pages, I raised my gaze.

“It sounds like they are going to attack the stronghold of the rebels and jihadists… so?”

Although it was a matter of establishing a plan, I was asking because there was no specific organization or date at all.

Only a rough outline was revealed.

When Sergei took his eyes off the papers and looked at the subordinate in front of him, a ready answer came back.

“The rest was communicated orally. Even internally, it seems to be treating it as a top secret and delaying the creation of the document.”

At those words, Sergei laughed bitterly.

It was an amazing job.

It’s funny to put off writing the document because it’s top-secret, but the junior officer knows about it and even sold it for a few pennies.

This is why it was not recognized by the state.

After a brief thought, Sergei asked as he put the papers on the table.

“So what?”

“I heard that we will raid three places jointly with the mercenary advisory group… All three places did business with us.”

At those words, wrinkles formed in Sergei’s torn eyes.

It was clear that they were pursuing.

It would take some time, but within a few days at the latest, several locations that were used for arms trade or drug trafficking would be exposed.

If that happens, it is a foreseeable sequence that the current location, the final hideout, will be discovered.

“These damn bastards… … .”

As Sergei gnashed his teeth and cursed, the subordinate in front of him shrank.

Clearing his emotions, he recalled a public matter.

“… What happened to the missile?”

This was the most important thing for Sergei at the moment.

Development of missiles with nuclear warheads.

It was the first task of the world revolution that Pikal, Sergei’s only boss and supporter, told him directly.

While looking at his subordinates, a hesitant answer came back.

“They say they need more time.”

At those words, Sergei shook his head slightly.

“… It won’t be easy.”

I wanted to give her time or anything, but it was because I couldn’t afford it.

The situation was too tight.

‘It was enough when I was in the Tarile Islands… … .’

As he remembered where he went wrong, he immediately remembered a word.

G&G Corp.

Among them, Charlie’s team in Al Jamash.

they were chasing them

It was only a team of PMC, not an international organization like Interpol or a national intelligence agency, but it was clear that they were tracking it.

Of course, there must be the United States or some American agency behind it, but that was just an unconfirmed guess.

It was because I hadn’t figured out anything yet.

It was only recently that he was convinced that they were after him, so he couldn’t help it.

To be exact, the day Charlie’s team entered Camarnia.

In a situation where he was already paying attention, his suspicions grew as he went through several operations, and it became clear when he entered Camarnia this time.

‘The UN OCHA investigation team was also improvised without prior planning… To make the cause of being a bodyguard.’

For that reason, Sergey recruited as many radical Muslims as he could in Camarnia, and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars supporting restaurant raids.

In order to get rid of Charlie’s team while this happened.

But I couldn’t kill a single person.

rather suffered

It wasn’t because the 46 radical Muslims sent out were all rookies and weak. As the news talked about, it wasn’t even more that the joint operation of the mercenaries and the military and police prevented it.

There is only one reason.

Charlie’s team was stronger than I thought.

More specifically, it was said that Lee Kang-tae, a mercenary of Asian race, had killed dozens of people by himself.

It was surprising, but not impossible.

It was because the radical Muslims stupidly rushed and fired, and the malfunctioning anti-tank rocket guns and light machine guns were not properly fixed.

But I had to be vigilant.

It was because four of his subordinates from the FSB who went out to monitor Charlie’s team were all shot and killed by Kang-tae.

I heard it on the radio at the last minute.

It was closer to the sound of boiling blood than words, but the only word that came over the radio was Lee Kang-tae.

While his thoughts deepened, the subordinate who had been paying attention opened his mouth.

“What shall we do, Major?”

“… … .”

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Let Sergei be silent for a while and think about it for a moment.

I opened my mouth before it was too late.

“I will have to take revenge.”

“… … !”

It was a sudden statement, but the subordinate knew very well who the target of revenge Sergei was talking about was.

The only culprit who killed four of his colleagues was Kang Tae from G&G Corp.

“I understand, Major.”

While he was answering with all his might, Sergei turned his gaze to the papers on the table.

Just in time, I had a plan for their operation.

It wasn’t the moment I was waiting for, it was the timing that was made out of necessity, but it wasn’t a bad time to deal with them.

The country where the fighting was taking place was Camarnia, where everything was worst, and this hideout belonged to Sergei.

It wasn’t just the ground.

A long time ago, underground tunnels had been prepared for the storage and distribution of weapons.

And this was a fact that had never been disclosed to the rebels or radical Muslims with whom they traded.

All I know is Sergei and his men.

‘If you just drag them inside, you can kill them all. Local soldiers like idiots won’t even come in… … .’

After thinking about the situation several times and making assumptions.

Sergei gave the first instructions.

“All except for the surveillance personnel will be returned, and the operation will be established immediately and preparations for battle will begin.”