Chapter 27.1
Employees might have opened the door for her without suspicion, possibly mistaking her for a prostitute. However, Seoryeong, who had spent the past few years blind, trusted her instincts.
As the assassin rushed at her again, she aimed for his vital points and grazed his flexible legs with a knife.
Seoryeong reloaded the gun with her mouth and fired at the assassin’s groin—bang! She fired. As his agonized face turned towards Channa, Seoryeong fired in succession.
From then on, she mechanically fired the gun. The stumbling opponent collapsed into the kitchen as if crumbling.
“Ryeong! Answer if you’re alive!”
A sharp shout rang in her ears. But Seoryeong couldn’t answer.
Damn… This gun is difficult…
***
As Lee Wooshin climbed the stairs, the smell of blood engulfed the team. The cold corridor was even eerier without any sound.
While other members checked the dead medics and transporters, he headed straight for the communal kitchen. Seeing the broken door, he hesitated for a moment.
He frowned and shook off the unfamiliar discomfort.
The kitchen looked dismal at first glance. The military boots quickly soaked the floor, covered in a grim mixture of soybean paste and blood.
In the midst of it all, a petite person who seemed to be a Thai assassin lay dead, bleeding profusely from the lower body. And as the warehouse door swung wide open, Lee Wooshin’s gaze slowly moved inside.
“…”
Han Seoryeong lying down still held the gun. Lee Wooshinbent down to check her pupils. A deep, heavy sigh escaped her lips.
“Wow… She seems to have fainted.”
A soldier who followed in muttered, looking at Han Seoryeong.
Indeed, Han Seoryeong was slumped over, seemingly unconscious. Furthermore, the arm holding the gun was deeply wounded, almost torn apart.
Yet, stubbornly, one hand firmly gripped Channa’s throat.
“She’s as tenacious as they came.”
The sight of the two of them, bundled up like a blood-soaked lump, was grim. They hadn’t expected them to be unscathed in the first place.
“Hurry up and move her.”
Lee Wooshin visibly frowned.
Although he had ordered them to hold out, it was nothing more than words. Desperately struggling was better than passively giving up on false hope.
Still, the chances of He Channa and Han Seoryeong surviving here without combat support were zero.
He requested body bags from the company.
To be precise, he asked for four.
He couldn’t shake off the dreadful feeling that he wasn’t just a contractor, but might have pushed Han Seoryeong towards death himself.
Lee Wooshin paused, clutching the sink for a moment, and exhaled a blocked breath. Finally, his chest fluttered like someone taking their first breath.
Just then, doctors, who had been called ahead, rushed in with emergency beds.
At that moment, one soldier exclaimed, almost mockingly, “Wow, Team Leader, this assassin isn’t a woman, but a man?”
“What?”
“There’s a pair of balls, sir.”
“…”
“It looks like the lady here had her way with him.”
At the soldier’s words, Lee Wooshin bent one knee and pulled up the dead man’s clothes for inspection.
While stray bullets were embedded all over the kitchen, there were quite a few bullets that had precisely pierced the man’s body.
Four in the groin, and one in the neck.
His expression became oddly perplexed. The neck… it was a similar location to where Channa was injured.
“Wow, how did she notice that? I aimed straight for the groin! What kind of intuition…!”
At that moment, the doctor who was moving the two survivors spoke up, looking perplexed.
“Um… Sir, the gun isn’t coming out of this one’s hand.” Seoryeong, even unconscious, gripped the gun like her life depended on it.
…That’s not an owl.
She is a strange woman, someone I had never encountered before.
That fact alone was branded into his mind like a red light.
***
“―.”
Seoryeong struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, having just experienced a very long dream she couldn’t even remember now.
For a moment, she was taken aback when she saw the white ceiling, but the sound of a humidifier running made her realize, ‘I’m not dead….’