Chapter 188.1

Chapter 188.1

The bright and lively atmosphere filled the meadows at the foot of the mountains. The members, dressed neatly in brown uniforms, reunited with their families after a long time, laughing, hugging, and exchanging greetings.

Those who had completed their service in the Gurkha could live among the wealthy in Nepal, which attracted many young people to this place. In the capital, Kathmandu, surrounded by Everest, the expensive Gurkha preparation academies were thriving that it became a societal issue.

Amidst tasting the achievements they had earned for themselves, only Lee Wooshin did not relax his furrowed brow.

He pressed his in-ear device and looked around at the rugged mountains surrounding him. His communication with Na Wonchang was filled with static.

– Team Leader! …Today is the last…

The message, disguised in Seoryeong’s voice, was always the same: I will strike down the will of God like lightning.

“Instructor! It’s the graduation ceremony today, and I don’t know what we’re doing here!”

The cries of burly men erupted from various places. Lee Wooshin, having gathered the members at the edge of the mountain, surveyed them with indifferent eyes.

Today, he had brought the shotgun he primarily used for shooting training in a box and was having the trainees assemble it. They showed anxious expressions, but perhaps out of habit, they skillfully put the gun together.

“Instructor, you’re not seriously training today, are you?”

Asha, who had loaded her gun the fastest, cautiously raised her hand. The downturned lips around her began to plead loudly.

“Come on, Instructor. It’s the graduation ceremony today!”

“Please! I want to go down and show off too!”

Lee Wooshin silently took out a portable detector and looked up at the sky. This was a high-altitude area, so a thick fog hung in the air. The wind barely blew, leaving visibility murky.

“You will all remain here…”

He paused mid-sentence at that moment.

Lee Wooshin quickly yanked out his in-ear device and looked up at the sky. His sharply furrowed brow stared intently at the heavens, as if searching for prey.

In the distance, a faint buzzing sound, like that of a bee, vibrated softly. The eerie noise scraped against his eardrums, and his heartbeat pounded fiercely against his ribs.

However, the people gathered in the meadow were noisy, and it could very well be a sound he misheard.

“Wonchang.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them.

When he pressed the detector, which resembled a pocket watch, a green dot was blinking. His portable detector was picking up a frequency of 2.4GHz. It was a signal from a drone.

D*mn it, it’s happening!

His face hardened.

The single green dot quickly multiplied into two, three, four, five, six… until it reached seventeen in the blink of an eye.

When he heard the words, “I will strike down the will of God like lightning,” Lee Wooshin had only considered one possibility.

Drone terrorism.

Drones are inexpensive, easy to operate, and leave little trace. Especially when made of plastic, they are difficult to detect or identify, making them highly suitable for terrorism.

Terror attacks on Saudi oil facilities, Yemeni airbases, and assassination attempts on the Venezuelan president could all be carried out at a low cost.

He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this…

If even one person were to die here, the situation would spiral out of control. No one must ever find out that this was a drone attack. Lee Wooshin clenched his jaw.

“Who do you think you are?”

Not a single injury must occur, and people must not panic.

Absolutely, no one should realize that this was an attempted act of terrorism.

Everything had to be destroyed.

His cold gaze turned toward the members. Seeing the instructor’s terrifyingly stern face, the trainees sensed that something was amiss and straightened their bodies.

“All unit, load your weapons!”

Lee Wooshin loaded his shotgun while aiming at somewhere in the sky. At the instructor’s firm command, the trainees, who had been flustered, instinctively raised their guns.

“Wait until they come.”

Lee Wooshin stared unblinkingly beyond the fog.

“Breathe and hold your position.”

His low but firm voice firmly held the trainees’ minds, who had been jumping, rolling, and throwing punches at the instructor’s commands, like Pavlov’s dogs.

The bewildered trainees swallowed dryly, but their eyes remained fixed in the sights.

At that moment, the wind howled.

“From now on, we will fire the graduation salute with the instructor.”

The thick fog that had been hanging around dissipated. As the previously hazy view cleared, the sound of buzzing, like a swarm of bees, echoed as it grew closer. They were swarming in.

“Congratulations on your graduation, everyone.”

Bang! As Lee Wooshin pulled the trigger first, one drone was shot down and exploded in the air.

The sudden loud noise made the people gathered in the meadow cover their ears, but fortunately, thanks to the flashbang, colorful smoke fell like fireworks.

The stunned trainees opened their mouths, but at the instructor’s rough shout of “Salute!” they pulled the triggers.

“Don’t let a single one escape; shoot them down!”