Aryan's eyes opened with the first rays of dawn. He had spent the entire night cleaning his 9mm pistol and silencer. He had a light breakfast at the hotel, but his mind was elsewhere. He was missing Komal. He thought, "I should take something for Komal from here.
" He left the hotel and bought a beautiful Korean silk dress for her from a nearby premium mall. He had it packed, returned to the hotel, and put it in his bag. He knew that if he returned alive from this mission, this dress would bring a smile to Komal's face.
At exactly one o'clock in the night, the same black taxi stopped outside the hotel. Aryan got out. The driver was alone. "You are here. Sit down."
The car stopped near a dense forest, two kilometers from the border. The driver extended a heavy bag to Aryan. "From here on out, you have to go on your own. This bag contains North Korean soldier uniforms." Wear this."
Aryan changed his clothes in the dark. The driver, seeing his height, hit his head.
"Your 7-foot height is your enemy; you won't be able to hide.
" Aryan said coldly, "Height doesn't hide, but shadows can."
Aryan crawled to the barbed wire at the border. Five North Korean soldiers were patrolling there. Aryan noticed one soldier walking at the back. Aryan got up with lightning speed, put his hand on the soldier's mouth, and twisted his neck with a cracking sound. The soldier didn't even get a chance to scream.
Aryan hid the body in the bushes and adjusted his cap. Memories of his coma began to flood him. "
Five years in that darkness, all I've learned is fighting, and that will come in handy today."
Aryan had now entered the circle of soldiers. A checkpoint was lit. Aryan raised his voice and scolded the guard standing there, "Is the net here fixed yet?" Didn't you get it? The officers are waiting upstairs, you've all been called to headquarters right now."
The soldier leader panicked, "But sir, duty here..."
Aryan pushed him away, "
Don't worry about duty, I'll take care of it here. The officer is very angry, go away!"
Seeing Aryan's authority and stature, the five soldiers left, but before leaving, they ordered one soldier to stay with Aryan.
When they had all left, Aryan took a small bottle of liquor from his pocket. The soldier standing nearby's eyes lit up with greed. Aryan handed him the bottle.
"Go a little further and drink, lest the officer sees you." As soon as the soldier turned away, Aryan disappeared like lightning and entered the camp.
After walking about six kilometers, he saw a man under an old bridge. Aryan grabbed him. "Code number?" Aryan asked.
The man tremblingly replied, "Sigma-990."
Aryan remembered, it was the same code the man in the black suit had told him that night at the metro station.
Suddenly, the man pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aryan twisted his hand in a flash.
What are you doing?" Aryan yelled.
He pointed fearfully, "
Look! The soldiers are coming!"
Aryan tore off his uniform and threw it away, because it was time to escape. He lifted the prisoner onto his shoulder and started running. The prisoner gasped, "
Aryan, can you save us? The tyranny here is terrible. If we get caught, we'll be shot along with the three soldiers posted at the checkpoint."
Aryan took out his gun and aimed it accurately at the soldiers following him. Shot! Shot! Two soldiers fell dead with bullets to the head. Aryan took out a grenade, pulled out its pin, and threw it at the oil tanker behind.
Boom!
A ball of fire enveloped the entire checkpoint.
Aryan looked the prisoner straight in the eye and said, "I don't care who gets punished. My job is to save you, and I'll take you across."