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

Already in early March, Washington Dulles International Airport, USA.

As we headed to the boarding area with Marcus and Jake, who had been living together at the hotel for the past few days, we saw familiar faces.

Rachel and Jose.

Among them, Rachel smiled lightly, and José approached with exaggeratedly open arms.

By the time I feel like I can already hear his voice warming up.

As he came towards us, he suddenly pretended to zip up with his hand and lowered his voice.

“Oh, now we have to watch our mouths in public places, right? Big hum.”

Perhaps it is about foreign cooperation countries. Jose said he recently signed a contract.

Then, while scanning the surroundings with a little exaggerated gesture, Marcus spoke out.

“If you can stand it, that is.”

José burst into laughter at the shrugged reply.

“hahahaha, it seems your condition has returned a bit? After surgery and rehabilitation, he doesn’t look too bad. Lee, I don’t know if you’re hurt. On the contrary, have you become more handsome than before?”

Before I knew it, Jose looked in my direction and said, I nodded.

“I struggled a little to recover.”

While staying at the hotel with Jake and Marcus, we made a routine of fitness, swimming, and shooting together and did it every day.

Almost no time to rest.

This was because, between the surgery and rehabilitation, the muscle mass decreased and the weight also decreased.

He is 185 cm tall and has lost weight to 70 kg.

As the weight entered while setting up the game was 85 kg, it was reduced by almost 10 kg.

So was Marcus.

He had lost a lot of weight too, and he recovered a lot while working out together this time.

Among them, Jake seems to have become harder and bigger.

As a result, José’s chatter naturally moves to Jake and becomes noisy.

“lee.”

Rachel came to me before I knew it.

Her voice continued as the faint scent of shampoo passed through her nose.

“I didn’t try to contact you because I was afraid it would interfere with my recovery, but are there any aftereffects?”

“I feel like my injured leg tingles sometimes, but… It doesn’t matter much to live. Everything is fine.”

There was something like mild pain down the scarred thigh.

It wasn’t a very strange feeling.

It was because he often felt pain even after he had been in a car accident and had his bones cut into pieces.

Of course, I was sick more often than I feel now.

Even at the hospital, they diagnose the pain with an unknown cause and just give you painkillers.

I did counseling and treatment, but it was just a waste of time.

Compared to that, it was nothing now.

It was at the level of a little stinging, and even that was to the extent that it manifested itself if it was worth forgetting.

However, Rachel’s expression, who was listening, did not.

it was hardened

Eyes that reflect worry and concern.

“You didn’t even get a checkup?”

“what… Yes, I’m busy working out and going to the shooting range.”

“Then go to Congo and get tested. It can get worse if left unattended.”

As she was about to answer her words, José’s voice rang from the side.

“Rachel? Are you aiming for Lee? Hmmm, then you will have to beat one competitor, is that okay?”

“Are you a competitor? who… Oh, a UN investigator?”

“Yeah, we almost met this time, but things happened so we couldn’t meet. right?”

It was the story of a South American beauty, Maria Audure.

Jose looked at me and said, but I laughed.

“no… How do you know if you weren’t even there that day?”

“I can know everything. So you decided to date? Or are you still not dating?”

“No, something like that.”

denied briefly.

To put it bluntly, since he was 10 years younger, he had no intention of rejecting a woman, but he did not intend to make an effort to meet her.

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Looking at the situation going back, it seemed that a serious relationship would be more difficult.

Even if it wasn’t that, from the beginning, after Maria came to the airport, we were going to go to the hospital together to have a meal and talk.

I wasn’t going to go on a date somewhere.

Above all, recovery was an urgent priority, and Maria also had to go back to work at the UN after her vacation, so we didn’t have to meet.

In other words, since I arrived in Washington, DC, all I had was a brief phone call and exchanging messages with Maria.

Now I had to go to Congo.

“… … .”

For some reason, Rachel seemed to be staring at me kindly, but the conversation was quickly cut off.

It was because I had to catch a plane to the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

“I must go now. Where are your seats?”

Fortunately, they were all business class.

Although the price was quite expensive, it was not an expense that I would regret because of the long flight time.

Above all, I had the money to go comfortably.

In the meantime, Jose approached and flapped his plane ticket.

“Am I right next to you? hehehehe.”

The long flight began with a somewhat sinister laugh.

After spending a few hours talking, eating and sleeping in business class, and then back into business again via Paris.

After about 20 hours, I arrived at Njili International Airport in Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of the Congo.

By the time I got off the plane.

Mouth opened involuntarily.

“and… Seed… … .”

It was a kind of sigh.

Not only me, but Jose, who had been sitting next to me the whole time, showed a similar reaction.

“… oh sh*t I miss Camarnia to the point.”

“I know. Looking back, Camarnia was a fairy.”

Even though it was an international airport, everything was the worst, from the poorly maintained runway to the sweltering hot weather that clung to the body as soon as they landed.

Even more unfortunate was the fact that this was the capital, and we had to go deeper into the provinces.

It is also a city in North Kivu, located in the Far East of the Congo, Goma (Goma).

It is a place facing the border with Rwanda, a conflict country, a dangerous zone where all kinds of armed groups carry out daily terrorism, and there is even an active volcano with boiling lava lakes above.

A truly post-apocalyptic scene with both human and natural disasters.

Of course, the military base we were going to enter was some distance from Goma, but maybe Goma would be better.

It was because there were too many enemies targeting the Kongo army.

Internal forces divided due to corruption, proliferating domestic armed groups, and neighboring countries in conflict.

After the business trip was confirmed, the more I studied the materials, the more serious the situation became.

‘There are at least 100 illegal armed groups with hundreds to tens of thousands of people… … .’

It was truly a dead end.

It was not an exaggerated figure, but the official announcements made by the embassies of each country, including Congo, and organizations affiliated with the United Nations.

I thought it would be similar to Camarnia or a bit worse, but it wasn’t.

It was the worst here.

Jose’s chatter made me laugh for a while, but as I got off at Goma Airport, I gradually began to get nervous.

‘Hey, this is really… … .’

Around the time when I desperately felt things that I could not see on the screen of Lareple.

I came out to the entrance of the airport enduring discomfort, but there was no greeting from the military who had decided to come out in advance.

“Oh, that’s crazy. It’s already midnight, where the hell are you and what are you doing… … .”

José babbles, Jake calls, and in a moment the answer comes.

“… They said the tea spread while they were coming.”

“Is it spread? Wouldn’t it be a scenario where you would be annihilated if you were ambushed?”

“They said the bridge collapsed… Maybe you’re lucky to be alive. We are currently on the way to arrange a vehicle, and they say it will arrive soon, so you will have to wait for a while.”

“Oh, what nonsense… … .”

“And the weapons arrive at the airport early in the morning, Jose, Marcus. Let the two of you take it.”

When Jake gave the order, both the disgruntled Jose and the uncomfortable Marcus readily agreed.

This is because the two of them had a lot to do here.

discussion has already been concluded.

Marcus, who is black, is similar to the locals except for his physique and clothing, and Jose is also dark, so he is not easily seen.

On the other hand, Jake was a big white man, I was Asian, and Rachel was a woman, so the locals still looked at me badly.

To put it simply, it attracts all attention.

In order to go quietly, Marcus had to move, and if one more person moved, Jose had to follow.

While waiting like that of a monkey in a zoo.

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The smartphone in his arms vibrated.

It was a security cell phone supplied by the Foreign Cooperation Bureau, and the caller was Robert, the director of the bureau.

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Lily Morgan handles most of the work, but perhaps more important or confidential communications.

As soon as I answered the phone, the business came right after a short regards.

-Mr. Lee, have you ever heard of Darryl?

“… Darryl?”

It was a familiar name, of course.

He was one of the traitors related to Pikal who came here.

To be precise, he was a traitor who was an executive at G&G Corp’s Virginia headquarters and also a subordinate of Pikal, who had a relationship with Pikal in Congo.

Compared to Sergei or Walter, he had little weight, but he was one of the human beings I remember anyway.

The information I had to dig into here was also related to the relationship between Darryl and Pikal.

However, the words that followed faltered.

– Or are there any other names?

“ah… What are you doing?”

– He committed suicide.

“… yes?”

– Right before he was arrested, he put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

This was also unexpected.

Darryl was originally the one who was shot during the arrest process, not suicidal, but resisting.

And Walter commits suicide.

However, the existing story has changed significantly.

‘How is this going to be… … .’

It was embarrassing, but it wasn’t that bad when you think about it.

No, it was rather good.

It was thanks to the appearance of all of Pikal’s main villains who remembered their names.

His right-hand man, Sergei, is dead, one of his limbs, Darryl, has committed suicide, and Walter is under surveillance.

In other words, it meant that only the head, the pikal, was left.

Whether it’s nuclear development or whatever, it’s going to be difficult to slow down.

Suddenly, Robert’s words continued.

– So that’s what I’m saying… Are there any other names you know? In particular, we need a name related to pical.

“Did you find out anything about Pichal?”

-As far as we know, he’s a person, and he’s related to Sergei, Darryl, and Walter.

“… … !”

I almost admired it without realizing it.

It was because he knew the core of what he wanted to say and pinpointed it accurately.

It was only Walter who couldn’t deal with it, but it seemed that he had quietly played his part.

Of course, you can’t tea.

“Oh yeah?”

-Isn’t it? Or are there more?

“no. I don’t know any more.”

-If you come up with anything that comes to mind or comes out after SSE (Sensitive Site Exploitation: information collection), you can report it verbally first.

“All right.”

After the call, I was a little puzzled.

Robert doesn’t usually tell me about his internal affairs, because he obediently told me about Pikal, and asked if he knew anything else.

In other words, it felt like they wanted something from me.

‘What more do you think I know… … ?’

I was skeptical, but looking back, it was worth it.

I could have believed that I had precognition, regression, or other supernatural powers, as my actions were superhuman.

His marksmanship and stamina are excellent, but he also has a track record of catching traitors like Scott and finding secret passages in Al Jamash.

At the end, Robert came to mind.

‘Still, I don’t think I’m the kind of person who can trust irrational things… … .’

All I saw was the cinematic video scene in Lareple.

He who was alive could have been different from what I expected.

while immersed in such thoughts.

bread! bread!

A horn sounded, and a van and a small car stopped side by side outside the building.

And a black man in a military uniform from the passenger seat gestured at me without even getting off.

It was the Congolese Army officer who had been waiting for several hours already and was supposed to come out to meet us.

“… Fortunately, I came before nightfall.”

Now all I had to do was catch Pikal, but for some reason, I had a feeling that it would be very difficult in the future.