Chapter 188.2

Chapter 188.2

Bang, bang!

With each recoil, the exploding light dazzled their eyes. The heat felt like it could burn them, and the acrid wind left them disoriented. Plastic debris fell like hail, and the sky was filled with colorful smoke.

Bang, bang!

Gunfire rang out incessantly from all directions. The skills they had honed from constantly hunting flying birds were not lost; the trainees, with their eyes wide open, shot their targets with pinpoint accuracy.

Boom!

The explosive sounds shaking the sky caused many to drop to the ground, but there was no time.

“Get a grip!”

Lee Wooshin shielded the bewildered trainees from behind, protecting them from the debris falling from above.

Checking the detector, he found that they had already dealt with more than half of the drones. There might be some murmuring, but as long as there were no casualties, they could manage somehow. This was something they could align with the Gurkha training camp.

Of course, that was only if not a single person was injured.

“Everyone, get down!”

A drone that had only partially exploded came crashing down toward them. The trainees quickly hid, and Lee Wooshin grabbed a fallen trainee and rolled down the slope. Debris that fell and hit the rocks exploded with a loud bang!

“Ugh!”

The powerful shockwave sent him flying. His head felt like it was being crushed, and his vision turned white. Suddenly, his eyes burned as if they were on fire.

A gut feeling that something was wrong sent a chill down his spine. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and calmly shot colorful flashbangs into the air.

He had to remain composed until the end. No one could find out if someone was injured, even if it was himself.

“Get up! Don’t let a single one escape!”

Lee Wooshin squinted one eye shut as he aimed his shotgun. There were now only two drones left. The muzzle didn’t waver at all.

He held his breath and waited until the drones came into view. His heavy heartbeat pounded violently against his chest. If he missed now, it would all be over.

What exactly were they aiming for as they flew in? What were they targeting at the Gurkha training camp…

At that moment, when he spotted a drone camera flying straight toward him, Lee Wooshin felt a chilling premonition.

A bright red laser was precisely aimed at his forehead.

‘Kia, you bastard!’

Bang, bang!

As Lee Wooshin hit the last drone with his shotgun, a large fire erupted in the sky.

Asha and Rali, having quickly grasped the situation, began firing flashbangs, creating bright yellow smoke that burst everywhere.

The cheers of the graduates, who had taken cover under the tent, spread through the breeze.

“Instructor Maxim, what on earth is going on!”

The instructors, looking pale, rushed up and asked. Lee Wooshin stood straight, pretending not to notice the burning sensation in his eyes.

Asha exclaimed, “Instructor!” as she supported him, but he couldn’t show any signs of injury here. Lee Wooshin shook off her concerned touch and smiled nonchalantly.

He told the startled instructors that it was the final test for his unit. He even added, with a smile, that they should consider it a shooting airshow for the graduation ceremony.

Damn, he was struggling to endure the pain that felt like it would make him curse. Just then, the excited voice of Na Wonchang burst through his earpiece.

– Are you okay?!

“Ah, now I understand.”

A short laugh escaped Lee Wooshin’s lips. It felt like he could finally break through the endless maze of the past three months. He smiled brightly, even with his distorted face, and murmured,

“If I become an assassination target, I can find my wife.”

Kia is a Russian dog. The Sakhalin monastery is a trap of Russia.

Then, instead of being dragged around by Kia, all he needed was a legitimate reason to meet her.

Kia, and Sonya, would have to give him a compelling reason to approach him without fail.

“I need to buy a house by the lakeside.”

– What?

If he went to the Swiss bank to collect the overdue inheritance, the rumors would spread in no time.

He thought he would never have to bring up that stained past again.

Aside from the first name he had ruthlessly discarded, there was nothing left. His last shred of pride had crumbled, and he had come to accept the sense of powerlessness that had made him run away like a vagabond all his life.

The only thing that mattered was one person. For the sake of finding his wife, he could even gather his grandfather’s corpse and sell it in the market.

“In the name of Solzhenitsyn.”

The ‘Solzhenitsyn’ that had completely disappeared in his childhood had returned.