SOG (English)

#33

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Jae-Chan had escaped from the bunker and returned to his accommodation. It was his room where he had stayed for about 10 days on Mentosa Island.

He looked around again. The space left with a sense of living, such as a disheveled bed sheet, a guide uniform that was taken off a few hours ago, and the tilted cap of nutritional supplements, felt unrealistic.

He opened and closed his palms, dried with cold sweat. The blood vessels, shrunken by tension, were stretched little by little and seemed to be bleeding out slowly. However, all kinds of thoughts were running through his head.

<<Why… Why would Woo-Jin?>>

Why did he have to storm into the explosives warehouse?

He stood still and raised his confused gaze. As if looking at someone else, Go Woo-Jin, who had not yet left, was captured in his eyes. He had been exchanging words in a low voice with another soldier for a while now.

About 10 minutes ago. Go Woo-Jin had grabbed him* (SJC) and pulled him out of the crumpled up corner of the bunker. Since then he had been separated from Nam Myung-Sung and dragged here.

It couldn't be that this guy was from the Black Swan.

Could he have been associated with them even before his return?

His blood vessels seemed to be drying up again. The brain nerves also appeared to be paralyzed.

<<…I can't make any hasty conclusions.>>

The bomb disguised as a briefcase was a tactic often used by other terrorist groups. The only thing that was certain now was that Go Woo-Jin had a deep connection to the mass bombing incident. Everything else was just speculation.

I didn't want to fret about making a hasty decision about something that might not even be true. He forced himself to calm his beating heart.

— …….

Meanwhile, Go Woo-Jin, who had finished whispering with the soldier, also became silent.

Although he had brought him here as if he were being taken, he didn't even make eye contact with Sun Jae-Chan. That didn't mean he left the room.

Go Woo-Jin, who had been silent, quietly undid the buckle on his leather gloves. Jae-Chan noticed that he was a little perplexed. He checked the side of his face, hardened like marble, and then turned his eyes towards the unfamiliar soldier in the rear.

In the bunker, Go Woo-Jin's two collaborators were reduced to one. The missing person had taken Nam Myung-Sung, who had been on the verge of fainting. To whom were they affiliated to? Why were people he hadn't seen around Go Woo-Jin in the past or present, sticking around together like his henchmen?

It was for a while that he was engulfed with various questions. Jae-Chan looked back on his thoughts and stared straight ahead again. At first glance, Go Woo-Jin's hand came into view. Hands so white and neat that he couldn't believe he had so skillfully manipulated a bomb, holding his tidy gloves together.

As it was, he raised his eyes more. The eyes of Go Woo-Jin, who was tall, and Sun Jae-Chan, who was a little shorter than him, collided. Go Woo-Jin frowned a little, but he didn't avert his gaze any further. Perhaps because of the light behind him obscuring his* (GWJ) figure, he* (SJC) opened his mouth facing a stare that seemed darker than usual.

— What about the man who was with me? What happened to the soldiers?

Sun Jae-Chan recalled the clear gunshots that had torn the air inside the bunker. Under the circumstances, it was highly likely that the soldiers had been shot, but he wanted to clarify.