Capítulo 38: Chapter 38: 2.17 – Counterattack – Declaration of war
At the corner of the 2nd floor of FSB headquarters, there is a sign that says 'Alpha 3 Unit Headquarters'. In fact, it's no different from Zhenya's own office. Facilities are limited to desks and sofas to receive guests. Even so, the owner of the room rarely uses it, so no trace of wear and tear can be found.
Zhenya was sitting on a chair staring out the window. The boring surrounding landscape appears. Sometimes people pass by, there are cars travelling. In the corridor outside the door, there was a sound of people talking every now and then. Close and quickly calm down. He was in a state not comfortable enough to listen to the noise around him. The phone on the table has been ringing for a long time. But as if he hadn't heard that sound at all, Zhenya moved his chair from side to side to very relaxed.
It's still a day that's no different from every day, but for some reason his mood is more boring and boring. Zhenya had a time when he didn't feel that way.
"That's fine."
Suddenly he thought about something and muttered with satisfaction. There seems to be someone outside the door. The presence is so gentle that it can only be intuitively recognised by the criminal. Even so, Zhenya still noticed that someone was hesitating whether to knock on the door or not. But that's all, he didn't react at all. Zhenya waits to see how the opponent outside the door will act.
It wasn't until after a while that the knock on the door sounded. Without hearing any movement from the inside, he knocked on the door again. This time Zhenya didn't speak up either. The guest hesitated to say "I'll come in" in a voice as loud as an ant and then opened the door after a while. At that moment, Zhenya turned around.
The person entering the office is a low-level employee with a mail package. When the eyes of the two met, he was startled. The way he reluctantly walked to the sofa looked like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, it seemed that he was about to deliver the mail in his hand and then quickly fled.
Zhenya looked at the man silently. He put the pile of mail on the edge of the table as if giving food to a beast. It's as slow as watching slow motion.
"Then I'll ask permission to go out."
He hesitated to wait for the opportunity to run away immediately after announcing his intention to leave. Immediately, Zhenya got up from his seat. The man was involuntarily startled, but then he stiffened without moving.
Psych Bogdanov, whom he had just heard of, is here. The advice of the seniors that it is best not to appear before his eyes is fleeting in the mind of the poor employee. His characteristic heavy body odour came out from too close a distance.
The man's throat burned, his stomach boiling.
"Is there any tiger here? Why are you so nervous?"
"No. I'm not stressed."
"Is that so. So let's dance."
The employee was bewildered by the unexpected request. As if saying he didn't hear wrong, Zhenya told him to dance again. The stunned man's face turned pale. He can't resist. Compliance with orders from superiors is a principle, if Zhenya does not follow Zhenya's will immediately, will he ever bite his neck?
Just walking through the corridor was suffocating enough, now alone in a tight space, the hair on his body just stood up. The man regretted his actions when he entered and closed the door. Not caring about those complicated thoughts, Zhenya urged 'Huh?'. The employee looked up at him frantically, his eyes as if begging for his life.
Zhenya grinned and sat down at the table with his arms folded. Let's see. He stared at the employee with transparent eyes. The man swallowed and closed his eyes tightly and hypnotised himself as if he had been bitten by a mad dog. He couldn't end his life in vain just for not pleasing Psych Bogdanov. Just do enough is fine.
The man made up his mind and shook himself desperately. The tension made his limbs stiff, no movement went with any movement. If you call it dancing like this, it's a shame. It's just a fierce struggle for survival.
Zhenya looked absently and told him to stop.
"It's not fun at all. How about take it all off and dance? Climb on the table."
At that ironic request, the man looked like he was about to cry. In the moment, he compared the time it took to run at full speed to the door and the time it took for Zhenya to grab and twist his neck. If the employee is lucky enough to escape, the consequences are also unpredictable. The man imagined everything in the most positive way possible and was soon disillusioned. Everything is hopeless no matter what measure. He gave up all hope and gently took off his clothes. Zhenya looked at the naked man without any interest.
This is the body of a man. Every man is like that. His hands and shoulders looked quite solid, but his stomach was full of fat, probably because he drank a lot. Thighs are quite big but not all are muscular. His skin was white and flushed that he could feel the roughness even without touching it. No matter how it looks, it doesn't look good. But how did he crave a man's body?
Zhenya was thinking about it when the employee stepped on the table. The penis cringes with stress. The two balls were both red and wrinkled and his buttocks sag like a lump of protein.
Then suddenly, the man's head stuck on the sofa. It was because Zhenya suddenly grabbed the nape of his neck and pressed him down. A large body is on the back of a man who doesn't know what happened to him. Zhenya grabbed the arm of the frightened employee and inhaled the body odour. There is no stimulation at all. His brain seemed to be becoming soft and his lower body also lost sensation. Or is it because the opponent looks like a corpse?
"Hey, aren't you protesting?"
Zhenya rebuked the employee with annoyance. The man just trembled as if he was waiting for this moment to pass safely.
"Go away."
Zhenya shook his head at the employee. He suddenly woke up, quickly grabbed his clothes and ran away. The closed door slammed and made a loud noise. Piles of letters piled up on the table at the same time fell in droves. Usually Zhenya would ignore them, but somehow he picked them up today. It's the pinnacle of boredom.
Zhenya opened each letter sent. Usually it is an invoice for damages, fines, lawsuits, expense declarations
He glanced at the mail indifferently and suddenly stopped, because there was an envelope with nothing written on it.
Zhenya thought for a moment then opened the envelope and checked the inside. A piece of paper appeared. A single message is written on it.
「Tick tock. Tick tock. Boom!」
He recognised this text. The sound of the needle suddenly seemed to lengthen. Tick tock. Tick tock. And soon there was a loud bang, in a place quite far away. Before Zhenya could understand what was going on, his cell phone and desk phone rang at the same time. An uncommon sense of feeling crept up the back of his neck, but it was also an incredible expectation.
Zhenya immediately took the phone, Vladimir's emergency message came from the other side of the call. He listened silently and turned off the phone.
It's cute, so it will appear like a fin.
His stiff mouth drew a long arc, a large amount of adrenaline surging, causing his head to spin. Zhenya threw away her phone and immediately left the office. The blue eyes were filled with unusual joy and bright.
The whole city was stopped because of a mysterious explosion that occurred in the Bogdanov mansion, only fire trucks lined up passing through the controlled road.
The explosion occurred in two places. A place in the manhole near the garage and a place on the third floor of the villa. The damage was limited to a room that was blown away without a trace and several security personnel were injured. Based on the claim that there was an intruder entering the villa, the police blockaded the surrounding roads and launched an extensive search. Reporters and curious people flocked to see the terrorist attack that occurred in the centre of Moscow, especially in the residence of the most famous family. Soon the whole area became crowded.
The explosives disposal team was brought in before stepping out and the firefighters came in. Since the area of the mansion is very large, it is necessary to check it thoroughly to make sure there are no remnants of the fire. Firefighters dispersed in an orderly manner to assigned areas.
Firefighters Dmitry also rushed through the nearby door at the command of the captain's hand. The room was barely affected by the explosion, however he still watched closely the corners of the inner walls.
It was at that moment that Dmitri's gaze turned towards the window full of cracks. Suddenly his floor was standing up.
"Ahh!"
His body floated in the falling air with a squeak, a single scream stuck in the mask that couldn't get out. Dmitry groaned in pain and quickly felt dizzy from the back of his neck and fainted.
After a while, Kwon Taek Joo, not Dmitri, walked out of the room. He took advantage of the chaos and quietly left the building. Thanks to the firefighter uniform, no one doubted him.
Just as two fire trucks entered the garden, Kwon Taek Joo climbed into a passenger seat.
"Dmitri? Why are you here? Don't you work?"
Dmitri's superior, who was in the driver's seat, suddenly asked and then looked suspicious of the strange appearance reflected on the outside of the protective suit. Kwon Taek Joo immediately threw a punch and hit an important point. The firefighter couldn't even stand up straight and fall off the steering wheel.
Kwon Taek Joo changed seats to the driver's seat. Having to leave here as quickly as possible, he immediately started the engine and turned the car. A nearby police officer approached with a suspicious expression.
"Where are you going?"
"We have a problem with the fire hose. I'll quickly replace it and come back."
Kwon Taek Joo skilfully uses an excuse. The policeman checked the level of the fire and then returned and nodded coldly. Kwon Taek Joo drove to the road and smoothly escaped the scene. He turned into an avenue.
A police official who was in control of the road stopped the fire truck. He looked around the car and suddenly asked a difficult question.
"What is your name and work agency?"
Kwon Taek Joo doesn't know. He hesitated, the policeman looked at him suspiciously and then unusually exchanged something over the radio. The officer's attention gradually turned to Kwon Taek Joo and soon, he pulled out his gun and shortened the distance. It seems that the identity of Kwon Taek Joo being revealed is only a matter of time. There was no other way, he could only continue.
Kwon Taek Joo makes a decision and pedals the gas. The accelerated wheel suddenly makes a noise like tearing up space. The policemen who were slowly approaching also suddenly stopped the car in front. But when a heavy obstacle is fast approaching, the police cars have no choice but to pave the way. The fire truck soared like a bull in a tantrum. Unstoppable bullets are fired from behind.
A series of bullets shattered the rearview mirror and even shattered the car window. Kwon Taek Joo pressed his chest to the steering wheel and continued to accelerate. The giant fire truck launched fast with the spirit of repelling everything on the road.
Kwon Taek Joo thought of going to the embassy. It's not a smart act, nor is Kwon Taek Joo expecting them to protect him there. But it's a way of time. Even the Russian Investigative Agency cannot infiltrate foreign embassies without permission because it can escalate into a diplomatic matter. He just had to hide there for a while and find a way to return home.
Dozens of police cars suddenly chased after. The whistle howled and chased like bees from the side and from behind.
Kwon Taek Joo continued to accelerate again. Not long after, a sharp bend appeared in front of him. Supposed to press the brakes, but Kwon Taek Joo only quickly turned the steering wheel. The body of the car could not beat the running speed and began to slide long on the road. He held the steering wheel tightly when it was about to spin by itself due to the large inertia. The body of the car screamed and zigzagly hit the railing but still did not deviate from the road. However, the police cars that followed closely were caught in the heavy body of the car and fell into the river because they could not withstand the centrifugal force.
Despite having overcome such a difficult period, there was no time to be relieved, a police convoy immediately appeared on the other side. They don't hesitate to run backwards at an intense pace. If it continues like this, Kwon Taek Joo will be surrounded in the blink of an eye.
He nervously turned the steering wheel into a neighbouring alley. The road was so narrow that fire trucks got stuck between the buildings. The fierce sparks emitted by the body of the car collided continuously with the outer wall, the body also kept clicking. The more he collided, the more Kwon Taek Joo stepped on the accelerator. The fire truck rattling through the narrow road.
Shots were fired after from police cars. A stream of water erupted from a punctured water container. The roads in the directions soon became watery.
Kwon Taek Joo suddenly went to the big road, the police car also followed blindly. He kept running for a while and then stepped on the brakes, the police car also hurriedly stopped when the fire truck stopped suddenly. A film of water was formed on the paved road because the water sprayed from the tank was punctured, so as soon as the brakes were pedalled, the police cars were still helpless to drift away. Cars running from behind hit the back of another car and flew into the air.
Kwon Taek Joo watched the cars follow each other and then pedalled the starting gas.
Not long after, he heard the familiar propeller sound. It seems that the helicopter has been mobilised. The helicopter hovered in the air and warned that if they did not surrender, they would open fire. No matter what, Kwon Taek Joo ignores the warning and runs across the bridge. Now go a little more and you will see the Korean Embassy.
The helicopter finally opened fire. Kwon Taek Joo quickly turned the steering wheel. The rain of ruthless bullets tore through the passenger seats and water tanks. Black smoke rises from the engine. Kwon Taek Joo focusses on controlling the staggering body of the car without having time to care about the blood flowing from his arm. The body of the car is disoriented to rotate around. Kwon Taek Joo saw the embassy in sight.
Just a little more, just a little more.
Kwon Taek Joo gritted his teeth and pedalled the gas. The sound of the engine roared for the last time.
"Damn it!"
The embassy was right in front of his eyes. The whistle from behind is also closer. The helicopter continued to fly overhead like an eagle waiting for its prey to stop breathing. Kwon Taek Joo has no choice.
He closed his eyes as he rolled the steering wheel again, his feet never leaving the gas pedal. The fire truck crashed into the front door of the embassy and slammed into it. A rumble like a bang rang out, low walls and guard posts were wiped out. The shock was as intense as if Kwon Taek Joo had thrown himself into a storm.
The dense dust soared up but the surroundings were as quiet as a sheet. The sound of police car horns and helicopter propellers are still there but there is no sound left at all.
"…Ugh."
Kwon Taek Joo barely left the wheel. The area around his collarbone stiffened. He took a slow and deep breath and looked around. The fire truck driven by Kwon Taek Joo rushed into the main gate of the embassy and got stuck at the outer wall. He saw police spill out of the car through the rearview mirror, but they could not set foot inside the embassy.
Kwon Taek Joo used a pistol to hit the cracked windshield like a spider web. The pieces of glass that stick together shatter easily. He gently wiped away the damaged part and crawled forward.
The inside of the embassy is unusually quiet. Today is a weekday and it's not even time to get off work but Kwon Taek Joo doesn't see a single figure. Which direction should you turn? Kwon Taek Joo stood for a while in the hallway and went to the ambassador's office. Red blood drips on every step, Kwon Taek Joo's ankles are freezing, causing him to limp.
After a while, Kwon Taek Joo also reached the ambassador's office. All the way, he didn't even see a shadow, let alone a human. Kwon Taek Joo reluctantly knocked on the door. There is no response from inside. He carefully lowered the doorknob. The door is not locked.
There are four tables placed inside, divided into two sides. Looking at the layout, it seems that this is the secretary's office, but there is no one. The coffee is still half in the cup and the screen is still turned on indicating that someone was here a while earlier.
Kwon Taek Joo takes a step inward. There are two other doors, probably the ambassador's office. He was about to knock on the door, but as soon as he touched it, the door opened by itself. It seems that it was not closed in the first place.
In front of Kwon Taek Joo is a large desk that is often used for political purposes. A high back chair is turning towards the window. There is someone sitting there. Kwon Taek Joo is happy to take another step.
At that moment, a moan as if suppressed from somewhere sounded, as if someone who was gagged was calling for help. It's obviously Korean. Kwon Taek Joo turned his head to follow the noise, he saw a locked cabinet. It's not clear if it's an illusion or not, there's a series of chirps coming from inside. The locked cabinet door also swayed. Kwon Taek Joo's head was stunned by the strange scene, instinctively sending a danger warning signal.
But his legs couldn't move, but seemed to be glued to the floor. His whole body was stiff. An unfortunate hunch runs along Kwon Taek Joo's spine. The senses of the whole body are directed towards the chair in front of you.
The chair slowly turned around as if meeting that expectation. The breath that was about to escape choked, the floor at Kwon Taek Joo's feet collapsed.
The person sitting on the chair is not an ambassador. It's Zhenya. A cruel smile looms on his lips as he confronts Kwon Taek Joo.
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