Chemistry

The collapsed terrorist foamed at his mouth and caught all eyes in the square.

Did they shoot each other?

It didn't sound like a gunshot.

The 200 people who were holding their heads down had no idea what was going on, and the bombers everywhere in the square turned their heads around.

‘Response is higher than expected. Is it the humidity? ’

Jungwoo watched the remaining six people as he gave silent consolation to the terrorist on the floor who caused the match trembling hands and feet. One of the men standing nearby tries to pull the gun back towards the hostages.

Drop the gun. Or it'll be just like him.

The terrorist snorts at Jungwoo's warning.

What Crazy · · ·

As soon as Jung recognized the slight lift in the pistol, he reached out the battery in his hand.

Idiot!

The second terrorist crashed into a concrete wall drawing a fairly high parabola. Those who watched this scene nearby could not keep their mouths open.

Who! Who shot you?

Chaos has been added among the terrorists.

Jungwoo snuck in among the people and watched the five terrorists. Due to the adrenaline amplification, their mobility was improved with a brief touch.

My heart didn't tremble at all, even though I was dealing with vicious creatures.

‘If it's not just side effects, I'll try it often. ’

I felt nauseous, so I swallowed my breath and calmed my stomach. And I used my voice to control the sound waves to spread to the other side.

- There's five terrorists. Don't move. Targeting with special weapons.

Using the loudspeaker, the echoing voices of the terrorists find the direction of their voices and look everywhere.

The terrorist standing on the edge of the square shows signs of movement. Jungwoo immediately reacts and extends his finger.

Molecules in a 7mm diameter wind bomb underneath the terrorist's feet were vaporized rapidly in plasma, spreading thousands of times the distance between each other.

A storm swept through the area.

Language · · ·

When the terrorist failed to scream and was thrown into the wall, the remaining four realized that this was no joke.

Jungwoo raised his voice a little more.

- Slowly put the weapon down. Or my colleague will have to keep firing ammunition. Waste is not good.

Storm-like shootings coming from the shadows. Only four terrorists remained embarrassed. One of them didn't give up, but tried to point the gun at people.

‘Tsk.'

Humans can't be faster than lightning's individual reaction rate.

Sludge--Sheepdog!

As the healthy ones plummet to three, all the panicked terrorists immediately threw their rifles to the ground.

Hey.

Jungwoo approached the man who stood as if he had become frostbite because he wanted to eliminate the big threat.

Let me ask you something.

Stay away from me. Are you kidding me?

You don't have a weapon.

When I saw Jung smiling, I laughed at him, thinking that he was the opponent I kicked.

You can't take a punch like that.

I'll give it back literally. No, just one finger is enough.

Jungwoo raises his hand at the sporting head as if it were a pistol, then turns to a distant ally.

Damn it. What are you doing, you lunatic.

“Bam.”

Two or three blasts were scattered throughout the underground plaza again.

Sheikh!

There are only two left of the terrorists guarding this place. In the meantime, the sound of gunfire at the entrance of the tunnel calms down and the entire underground square is silent.

Did You See?

I was one step closer to fixing it for sportsmanship that was obvious to be frightening. Sports head took a flawed step back.

"If you don't want to be like a colleague, please answer my question from now on. There's a lot of rooms in there. Who's there?

hesitant and silent, consistent sportsmanship. I have no hobbies of blackmailing people, but I also told the remaining terrorists to listen as the situation is setting.

Who, how many people are there in the residential area. If you tell me first, I'll let you go in one piece.

The two remaining terrorists noticed each other. It sounds like a joke, but it's never a joke more than five of your colleagues have been beaten.

Jungwoo stretched his fingers and mixed Korean rhymes to open his mouth.

W. Places. T. Lil. Ka. Yo?

Wait!

The sportscaster raised his hand.

There's a darkroom for our boss.

Boss?

I don't know his name. Face to face.

Then the terrorist next to him said.

One person. There's only one! Boss is in here because of the jammer.

"You don't even know your name?

Nod terrorist. Jung bows his head when he thinks he has no more information to get.

Understood. Then · of the two · ·

Two terrorists saw Jung Woo as nervous. Jungwoo said because he saw no air pressure bombs under the feet of sports heads.

I'll let you go.

Hey! I Revealed More Information · ·

The other terrorist tries to run back and forth. Jungwoo reaches out and blows the air pressure bomb as it is.

Wedgeek!

At that location, two eggs fell on top of each other, and the terrorist fell across the square onto the platform. The window, the monitor on the platform, and the table were broken.

Sportsmanship looked at the notion of a dancing jungle.

"Go, I'm a man of my word.

When Jungwoo's hand gestured, he ran toward the tunnel. Meanwhile, Jungwoo searches the floor. The blast sprayed on the dark floor was no different from a piece of stone, so it could not be easily determined by the naked eye.

"Oh! Wait a minute.

My sportsmanship stood out on Jungwoo's call.

I'm sending you something, but you have to fix what you just kicked with that foot. It's only fair that the world comes and goes.

What · · · ·?

Pang, Han Jungwoo's mouth and hand movements exploded a pressure bomb under the foot of the sport head. The sports head that soared to the ceiling of the tunnel collapsed on the floor.

The hostages inside the square gathered around Jungwoo, plucking their hands and rummaging through their pockets, watching all seven terrorists being overwhelmed.

What happened · · · What did I see?

Oh, my God. A vertical pressure reaction with no sparks. Is there an air bomb in this area?

Isn't this a minefield?

It seemed impossible for Jung to surround themselves with the sound of everyone's chatter. They're all scientists with tickets to the Solvay Society.

Jungwoo pointing to monitor 19 attached to the wall opened his mouth.

The weapon that suppressed the terrorist is the wind pressure generator that you see there. Don't worry, it doesn't just blow up.

Who are you? What college are you from?

I grinned and stamped my shirt to pull out my UN ID, which I never thought I'd crawled into the fan.

I am an advisor to the ISTC Investigation Team.

Jungwoo felt the popularity approaching the square and quickly switched his vision.

The terrorists wearing body masks were running like Benzos. Counterterrorist forces followed behind him shooting, but at speed, they don't seem to be catching up.

‘At this rate, this place will become a battlefield. ’

As soon as more people gathered around Jungwoo, it became noisy.

Wind pressure agent? Is it the same principle as thermal warheads?

Not at all different. That's not how you inflate air with flammable materials. Heatless vaporization is key.

How?

Jung smiled bitterly, looking at the professors and doctors who were exchanging opinions with each other whether they thought they were safe. One such professor called Jungwoo.

Hey, Councillor. The way you just blew up those terrorists · ·

We'll discuss the details later, as the rescue team hasn't arrived yet.

Jung finished cleaning up and spread the sound waves so that everyone could hear.

- Attention, everyone! You must travel in the furthest direction from the tunnel. It may be cramped, but we have to get to the entrance of the residential area.

Far away? Not Escape?

Jungwoo shouts as he looks at the approaching terrorists, raising chaotic fire.

- Come on! Come on!

200 men began to move to the other side of Urr under the direction of the young Asian who had suppressed the persecuted terrorist.

Jungwoo sees a moderate distance with them and pulls out a container of fog generator from the bread bag. I focused on the dust and reacted, then opened the lid and threw it away.

Shhh.

A dark cloud completely envelops the tunnel's entrance. Jungwoo jumped into the mist that swallowed up the light and held the flame oil that the terrorist was trying to use when he escaped.

‘I hope they stick together. ’

You spray it all over the floor and then flick the spark with your fingertips.

Kwak.

As he runs through the smooth tunnel, he grips his teeth. Four men were caught in a surprise attack, and he was shot in the shoulder as well.

Captain!

The man who was following you, limping, collapses. However, there was no room for repairs due to the special forces that had been chased down the chin.

Drag time from there.

Yes? Four!

Inspired by a billion dollar deposit, he was a little careless. However, Benzo decided that the hostages in the square could be bitten again.

It was around the time when I arrived near the underground plaza with about a dozen remaining men running on the force.

What's this?

Because the smoke was so thick that it could not tell the difference between one inch and the next, Benzo could not have been more wrong. Even if I try to swing my hand to push the smoke away, I don't move like a net in the air.

You hear gunfire from behind, with extreme vision beyond the ground. It was a time-driven AK fire from a subordinate.

What do you think, Chief? I don't see anything.

Tread vigilantly. Keep your distance close.

One load of Benzo's voice was ahead of the other. Even the servant's back looks blurry, only a meter down.

Profit ―

For a while, the benzo stops because it senses something strange and the smell of burning rubber.

Ahhhh!

The leading man shrieks and retreats. Benzo approaches him who has lost his balance and collapsed.

What's going on?

Bar, Feet · · · · · · · · ·.

Benzo's eyes widen as he watches the sparks burn.

- Drop your weapons and surrender. This is my territory now.

And it sounded like a echo. Benzo shouts in frustration.

Who!

- That's not a priority for you to figure out. Pay attention to the flames on your feet right now. That's a special compound that melts Alaskan glaciers as well. It doesn't go off very well. What did they say, napalm?

The sound burns the feet and freezes Benzo's hands on the shoulders of his struggling servant.

The man in the back approaches Benzo and shouts.

Who are you! Where Dare to Intimidate · · ·

I was about to raise my rifle, bitch! The wind swept over his men and disappeared.

Benzo is drilled straight through the smoke into the tunnel wall and swallows a groan as he looks at the 10,000 loads. The smoke was blocked again with a brief flash of vision.

- One warning is enough. If you don't try to get in there or drop your weapon, you're going to feel like you're falling without a parachute.

The echo sounds like a echo, and you rush it gently. But the meaning contained in it was frightening.

Who the hell are you!

- What do you want to know? Benzo, let's just say you and your boss aren't supposed to be hiding in that room.

Benzo creeps at the back of the target's spine, noticing even the boss.

Gather round! Prepare to fire head-on!

The remaining nine men stand beside the benzo, raising their rifles at once.

- You're gonna regret this.

Fire!

Two, two, two!

Nine guns burst into flames. You expect anyone to get shot, but you hear no screams, as there will be 200 people in the square nearby.

After more than 20 seconds of focused shooting, no matter how loud the noise is,

Due to the firepower of the firearm, there was some smoke flying nearby, so Benzo could see a sea of blue flames spread across the tunnel into the square.

Something rolls over the cave and stops at the toe of the benzo.

It was a glass bottle containing several brown beads that were only peas.

- Thank you all for joining us. That's all I had in my hand.

There was a spark in the glass bottle.

When I sensed the glass bottle breaking. A great breeze rises from beneath Benzo's feet.

Shoot!

The fog that covered the area disappeared all at once. Jungwoo looks at Benzo and his men, blindfolded by stormy winds rushing into the square.

Bounced off by five air strikes, they are lodged throughout the tunnel. The majority fainted, and the rest groaned in agony as if their bones were broken.

Jungwoo turned his back and looked at over 200 people hiding in the squares.

Is anyone hurt?

After the wind bombs, everyone was looking at the fog and the sea floor with frozen eyes.

I think we've defeated all the terrorists in the area. Rest assured, the team is on the way.

People stood up on Juju Island.

Ducky!

Someone pops out of the vent, sweating red.

With a silencer in his hand, he lowers his posture in a swift manner, takes up a forward firing position and groans face-to-face with the situation in the square.

GIGNs who had just entered the square also found terrorists in agony and stopped there speechlessly.

Jungwoo, who was controlling people in the middle, met Vince in the eye.

"Huh? Captain Vince?

Mr. Han!

Vince quickly approaches. He asks as he sweeps through the terrorists who have been overwhelmed and collapsed.

How did this happen?

Well · · · · · · · · ·.

Next to Jungwoo scratching his chin, a professor with a pass named "James Lee of the Cambridge Physics Association" approached.

Thank you very much. Thanks to you, I survived.

No problem. Let's go. Watch out for the floor flares as you go out.

A loving middle-aged woman walked beside Jungwoo.

Mr. Bomber Man.

Yes? Me?

"Thank you."

You're welcome

A middle-aged woman watching Jungwoo silently passes a warm hug and disappears into the tunnel.

After that, Vince was able to guess that he had done something without listening to reason when he thanked everyone who touched Jungwoo once or twice.

Captain, this way.

Jungwoo greeted each other, but he called Vince and moved to his residence. I pointed to a room that was completely invisible to the infrared view.

There's a colleague of mine in there. It's Dr. Moon.

Are there still more terrorists?

Probably a boss of higher rank than benzo. I haven't been able to get out since I got all my men killed.

I sprayed several air pressure bombs in front of me so I could catch them if I could, but now I have no intelligence at all.

Wait.

Vince puts his finger to his mouth and whistles. The GIGN crew in the tunnel leading the hostages out turned their eyes to Vince.

After a while.

The counter-terrorist examines the sealed door securely with concrete and looks back at Vince.

I just can't seem to open it. Radio to get the breakthrough TNT · ·

Hold on.

Jungwoo told them during an operation meeting.

If you're going to break through the door, I can do it. Just give me three minutes.

What · · · How?

I think I've heard a lot of the word 'how' in the last 30 minutes.

I will smoothen it with a corrosive agent and blow it away.

As long as the comfort of the Doctor Moon was important, I couldn't wait for any elaborate explanation.

Jungwoo took out a potent corrosive agent and sprayed it in the middle of the door. As melted, all remaining compounds were sprayed by exfoliating the sac onto the agent absorbed in the contour.

‘We need to be more reactive. ’

Your palms were attached to the door with the battery and the dust constantly vibrated.

“That's enough.”

Jungwoo picks up the ballistic grenade that was sprayed on the soft concrete in front of the entrance, plugs it back in, and withdraws. Vince, who was looking carefully at Jungwoo's actions, could not figure out what he was doing as he was witnessing the whole process, only tilted his head.

It will explode soon. I'm going to throw a lot of rocks, so make sure you have a safe distance.

The rest of the crew sits down in front of the shield as the two GIGN crews approach. Jungwoo crouches behind S.H.I.E.L.D. like Vince.

Go!

You reach out your hand and shoot the lightning bolt into the concrete depth.

It's a cracked Qajik wall. Then there was a big explosion.

Kuku Gugu Palace!

As the lump of cement collapses, the people moving out of the tunnel are startled and turn their heads.

It's Penetrated.

Counterterrorism forces responded quickly. You rush through the door without delay, keeping a distance to protect each other.

‘Please save me. ’

It was the moment when all six members entered the breach while still in firing position. For some reason, the crew steps back and walks out.

‘Huh? Why? ’

When the dust cleared, Jungwoo knew why.

Is he, like, six feet tall? A man wearing a full body mask with a machine walks out with a gun to Doctor Moon's neck wearing the same mask.

‘Oops · · · · · · · · ·. ’

You take a breath and look around at the vigilant person, Kuo, the man with the card on his neck that reads, "Dr. Sean Schfir of the European Institute of Particles."

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