If Kwon Taekjoo, hadn't made it alive tonight, he would have been left to take the fall for an attack being framed as terrorism.
Cuba would undoubtedly argue that innocent citizens had been sacrificed, and South Korea would be force to bear the full burden for the civilian and financial damages. And yet, the U.S. still called itself an ally of South Korea?.
A bitter laugh escape Kwon Taekjoo.
"Those bastards. Is this how they decided to play?"
Kwon Taekjoo gritted his teeth. Not only had they sabotage his operation like sneaky rats, but they had thrown everything into chaos.
There was no way he was going to let them get away with it.
At that moment, the distant wail of a police siren pierced the night. It seemed that someone had finally reported the incident. Kwon Taekjoo needed to escape before they cornered him.
He hurried down the stairs, only to run into a resident who had stepped out to check on the noise. The man froze when he saw Kwon Taekjoo's disheveled, bloodied appearance and let out a terrified scream.
The commotion drew more curious neighbors out of their homes. One of them quickly alerted the police, who had just arrived to the scene, immediately pointing at Kwon Taekjoo.
"…shit."
With no other choice, Kwon Taekjoo rushed back to rooftops. Without breaking stride, he sprinted toward the edge and leaped onto the neighbors building. The police scattered in confusion, surrounding both buildings in their pursuit.
Serveral officers raced up the stairs hoping to cut him off.
"Stop right there!"
The police burst onto the rooftop, immediately aiming their guns at Kwon Taekjoo as he backed away, assessing the situation. Without warning, he dashed toward the edge of the rooftop. The officers opened fire, but Kwon Taekjoo didn't hesitate. He vaulted over the railing.
In an instant, his finger disappeared from the rooftop. The police, who had been firing warning shots, rushed to the edge to peer over. But Kwon Taekjoo was nowhere to be found.
All that remained was a faint smoke wafting from the shattered windows of the crumbling buildings.
"He's over there!"
The officers quickly radioed for backup. Those stationed below spread out, trying to surround the area. Some of them rushed up the building's stairwells to close off any potential exits.
Suddenly, the loud roar of an engine echoed from inside the dark building. A sleek, black motorcycle shot out of the shadows like a predator on the hunt.
The police, stunned for a moment, quickly scrambled to react.
It was none other than Kwon Taekjoo. For emergencies just like this, he had personally modified the motorcycle, boosting its powers to an astonishing 300 horsepower with a top speed of 400 kilometers per hour.
The vehicle moved with the grace and agility of a cheetah, practically gliding over the ground.
The police, caught off guard, hastily called for reinforcements. Within minutes. Several patrol cars had joined the chase, blocking off Kwon Taekjoo's escape from all directions.
But with swift and precise maneuvers, he deftly weaved through narrow gaps that normal cars couldn't pass through.
The police radios buzzed with frantic communication as they chased after him relentlessly. The wailing of sirens blared from every direction, making it feel as though they might split his head open.
Kwon Taekjoo kept accelerating, leaving the growing swarm of police cars far behind.
However, his night-time escape came to an abrupt halt. A police car had cut him off, blocking the road ahead. With residential buildings on both sides, there was no room to escape.
He was surrounded, with squad cars encircling him from the front and back, trapping him like a cornered animal.
Despite the looming obstacles, Kwon Taekjoo pushed his motorcycle to the maximum speed, charging straight at the squad car ahead. The two vehicles hurtled toward each other at breakneck speed. The officers braced themselves for the impending collision, but just as they were about to crash, Kwon Taekjoo lifted the front wheel of his motorcycle and soared over the police car in a breathtaking leap.
For a moment, the officers stood in stunned disbelief, watching as the motorcycle seemed to fly above them. Then, with renewed urgency, they resumed their chase.
Ahead of him was a long stone staircase leading to a higher platform. Without hesitation, Kwon Taekjoo angled bud bike toward the stairs, lifting the front wheel again to clear each step.
The rear wheel thudded against the stone steps as he accelerated rapidly, shooting up the staircase. The police spotted him just as he cleared the last step, frantically shouting over their radios as they scrambled to followed him.
After clearing the final step, Kwon Taekjoo sped across a rooftop wall and launched himself off the edge, propelling the bike onto the roof of the next building.
Without losing speed, he continued jumping from the rooftop to rooftop, in hot pursuit of the armored vehicles he had been tracking earlier.
Below, the Cuban police could only watch in astonishment as the sleek, black motorcycle seemed to fly over their heads. They might have believed it was a winged lion rather than a piece of machinery.
Finally, Kwon Taekjoo sight of the armored vehicles from the PMC. By now, they must have realized they were being followed. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out, given all the police cars with flashing lights trailing behind them.
Kwon Taekjoo aimed his wristwatch at the rear of one of the vehicles and pressed a button on the side. Instantly, the watch's over filpped open, shooting out a small tracking device that stuck to the bumper of the vehicle.
A moment later, the screen on his watch flickered, displaying a basic satellite map and the vehicle's location.
Before long, the road ahead forked into two directions. The two armored vehicles spilt up each taking a different path. Kwon Taekjoo chose to follow the one without the tracker.
Two men emerged from the vehicle, one poking out of the roof, the other from the backseat, each armed with a machine gun and a rifle.
They began firing relentlessly at Kwon Taekjoo, bullets striking his helmet. The bulletproof visor cracked under the onslaught, and if it hadn't been reinforced, his head would have been blown clean off.
" Damn bastards. You really want to test me, huh?"
Kwon Taekjoo swerved his motorcycle into a narrow alleyway. The snipers on the armored vehicle scanned the area anxiously as the roar of the motorcycle engine grew louder and softer by turns.
They caught fleeting glimpses of Kwon Taekjoo biked darting between the buildings, only for it to vanish again.
How long had it been? The motorcycle's engine roared louder as it neared, yet Kwon Taekjoo was nowhere in sight. The sniper perched on the top of the vehicle, scanning the rooftops, suddenly shouted in alarm.
" he's up there!"
Before they could react, Kwon Taekjoo's motorcycle came crashing down from above, straight into the open hatch of the armored vehicle. As he descended from the roof, he unleashed a relentless barrage of gunfire, tearing apart any chances of resistance.
Once he landed on the dented roof, he tossed a grenade inside the open hatch. Seconds later, the vehicle rocked with a small explosion and began to slow down until it came to a complete stop Kwon Taekjoo couldn't detect any movement from inside.
At any moment, the Cuban police would swarm the area. Their sirens were already approaching fast.
Just to be sure, Kwon Taekjoo quickly shot out the front tires of the armored car to ensure it couldn't escape before fleeing the scene.
Checking his wristwatch, Kwon Taekjoo saw the tracker moving steadily on the second vehicle. Once the Cuban police began their investigation, it wouldn't take long for them to figure out who was behind the supposed terrorist attack.
Technically, he didn't need to chase down the other vehicle to clear himself of any potential false accusations.
But simply letting them go didn't sit well with him. After all, they had tried to kill him and frame him for terrorism after meddling in his mission. He wasn't about to let them get away with it.
They wouldn't try the same stunt twice once they learned not to play dirty tricks..