A War Hero With No Regrets

37 – A turbulent world (2)

“Whoa…” .”

“Thank you for your hard work, Captain. “Now, after tomorrow, all schedules will end.”

“You worked hard too.”

Drake Brown stretched all the time.

The summit meeting, which seemed so useless, was now approaching its final date tomorrow.

As we plan to return home at noon, the official event ends tomorrow.

Now, even if you relax a little, there will be no problem.

However, returning home meant that I had to finish various tasks that I had put off for a while.

I wasn’t talking about simple paperwork or meetings.

That unidentified monster radio and a letter.

As the leader of the 808th Security Group, isn’t this something that can’t be easily overlooked?

“Battalion Commander, have you heard anything else from Dan headquarters?”

“Ah, are you talking about the radio back then? “The decoding information has arrived.”

Drake Brown sighed as he saw the battalion commander speaking indifferently.

“Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

When he realized his mistake, the battalion commander’s expression hardened.

“Ah… “Well, the leader looks too busy.”

“No matter how busy you look! “Is that your excuse as the commander of the elite unit protecting the capital now!?”

“Sorry! “Captain!!”

The battalion commander, who was in a comfortable position, jumped up from his seat and shouted.

Anyway, this guy and that guy are too obsessed with peace.

Even the 808th Security Division is like this, not to mention the discipline of other units.

“So what is the content?”

“There was really nothing special… The signal coming through the radio was Morse code, and upon verification by the head of the intelligence department, it was confirmed to be the signal used by the Central Military District Command five years ago.”

Central Military District 5 years ago?

Drake’s eyebrows furrowed.

Isn’t that where the Graveyard belongs?

“So what is the decoding content?”

“Don’t fight, help him…” .”

“What the f*ck does that mean?”

The battalion commander flinched at Drake’s words.

“I don’t know. That was really all that was sent. And the address the letter was sent to was Graveyard….”

Suddenly.

Drake Brown’s teeth ground.

At first, I thought it was a sign of terrorism.

But isn’t this truly a vicious prank?

That is also a prank sent directly targeting the leader himself, not the President.

If they were going to target the President, they wouldn’t have sent out a warning like that.

“Tell them to hand it over to the police and request an investigation. “I can’t just sit back and watch this.”

Who on earth is this?

Drake Brown could not hastily point out one person.

I can’t say that Drake has very few enemies either.

Rather, it was a lot.

Graveyard was an unrivaled fortress in the empire.

Whether in a good way or in a bad way.

As a result, when humanity’s victory began to take shape, checks often came in from outside.

The people who took the lead each time to protect the people of the fortress were Deputy Commander Argen Orca and Assault Battalion Commander Drake Brown.

His face was sold a lot, and he also received a lot of jealousy.

Now that Argen Orca has ascended to the position of head of the inspection office, he may not be able to mess with the inspection office, so he may be messing with the easy-going security chief.

Now that the war is over, it makes sense that those who took the opportunity are acting viciously.

Also, don’t trust His Excellency the President.

Don’t tell the Argentine Orca either.

It feels like the scattered pieces of a puzzle are coming together.

Making the President, who is ‘a little more cautious’ than others, doubt himself.

Isn’t this telling you not to tell Arhen, the head of the inspection office, to stop him from moving?

It was a plan so shallow that it made me laugh.

“Anyway, if something like this happens next time, I know I won’t be able to get away with it.”

“I’m sorry…” !”

“Then you can go.”

As Drake waved his hands nervously, the guard captain quickly bowed his head and left the commander’s lounge.

‘Luthers, I don’t know if this is how you feel.’

The higher your rank, the greater the weight of the burden on your shoulders.

This is true even at the single level, where only about 500 people are commanded.

How heavy must have been the shoulders of Commander Graveyard, who had the most manpower among the fortress headquarters?

Drake still has memories of laughing and talking together during his time as a lieutenant.

There were many things I was sad about at the time, but now that everything is over, I have no choice but to look back on my actions.

An extension of a thought I suddenly had the other day.

Although he thought about improving his relationship, when he actually faced that face again, his mouth dropped.

“… Phew.”

As of tomorrow’s schedule, there is no time to spend together except for the memorial service, so in fact, there was no opportunity to talk during this schedule.

Someday, another opportunity will come.

Drake passed it on like that.

As there is a lot of time left after the end of the war, there will be an opportunity to confide in each other at least once.

Drake quietly pressed his fingers to the corners of his tired eyes, lost in thought.

In addition to improving the relationship with Luther, there was a lot of work to do.

Apart from the mysterious ship and letter incident, I also had to meet Brigadier General Argen.

This was because Lieutenant Colonel Charlotte Evergreen arranged an urgent meeting.

‘That guy hasn’t contacted me even several months since he changed jobs, but now he’s finally contacting me.’

If possible, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to meet everyone, including Leah Gilead and Heinz, who is making a name for himself in the armored field.

The fact that Luthus is working for the Security Bureau under the pseudonym Werner Grime….

‘It would be right to hide it first.’

This is a person appointed directly by the President.

He was only a colonel and could not spread rumors around the neighborhood.

Especially in the case of Argentina, they might hit the Security Bureau that way.

But those miscellaneous thoughts disappeared from Drake Brown’s mind.

A visit to the memorial park to conclude the monumental meeting.

The time when Drake was paying his respects to the requiem of the Bostonian military band, not far from the Fuhrer.

Quaaang!!

Red flames soaring before my eyes.

Before even understanding the situation, Drake launched himself at the Fuhrer.

It was an instinctive movement.

An action that stems from the will to protect.

“Mr President!!! Are you okay!?!”

Drake rushed towards him as if protecting him with his back and quickly raised the Fuhrer who had fallen to the ground.

“Drake… ! “What is happening now!”

“It is terrorism. “You need to get out now!!”

In a scene of chaos where screams and loud noises rang out from all over, Drake quickly began to command the security personnel who rushed in, albeit belatedly.

As Drake Brown advances, supporting the President, bodyguards surround him like bees protecting a queen.

But there was not just one terrorist.

A police officer wearing a bulletproof vest jumps towards the group.

What was pulled out was an old revolver.

It may have been simply to subdue terrorists, but Drake’s intuition told him otherwise.

“Bring back to life my sacrificed sister…” !! “You warmongering bastard!!!!”

The police officer with a distorted face pulled the trigger of the revolver.

Taang!

The body of the President of the Republic of Bostania, who was taking shelter nearby, fluttered down and fell.

The direction the police’s gun was pointed was towards the President.

Reason has already been lost for a long time.

Just shoot and kill everyone you see.

This time, Drake rushed towards the firing line without hesitation.

Bang!

A police officer pierced between the eyes falls to the ground with blood pouring out.

Standing there was a man in black clothing holding a pistol.

Seeing him covered in blood with flashing blue eyes, Drake Brown felt like he was getting goosebumps.

“Take it, Drake.”

He handed over the pistol he was holding.

Due to the nature of the memorial park, firearms were not allowed for outsiders, but he seemed to have managed to hide them.

Drake took the pistol, quickly checked the ammo, and calmly approached Lutus’ side.

“The number of terrorists is unknown. That’s quite a large number. “It looks like he came here with complete intention.”

It was a very familiar sight.

The somewhat lethargic and calm atmosphere that I saw in the banquet hall suddenly disappeared.

Without realizing it, Drake was answering using his original name.

“I will protect His Excellency the Fuhrer, and you, Lutus–.”

“Okay, leave the terrorist to me. And….”

He added, pointing to his men hiding in his corner.

“Please ask for those two too.”

After saying those last words, he moves forward without any hesitation, cutting through the crowd.

Luthers Ethan – Werner Grime just moved forward silently.

As expected, it was like that in the Graveyard.

With that image clearly engraved in his memory, Drake Brown could not bear to give an answer.

He was still alone.

Even though the terrible war was over.

He was still left alone on the battlefield.

***

Luther’s Ethan took his steps quickly and ran through the park.

He shakes off the hands of people asking for help and passes by the pitiful voices calling to him.

They weren’t important.

What was important right now was excluding the enemy rather than rescuing people.

He pushed, shouted and threatened the injured.

As the frightened people fall to the ground, Lutus sees a man holding a gun in one hand and running towards the place where the leaders were gathered.

Frowned eyebrows, rough breathing, eyes focused on one point, trembling fingertips, and fear and anger revealed all over the face.

Luthus, who read all those emotions, picked up a stone rolling on the floor.

And then I threw it at him with all my might.

A rock traveling in an almost straight line hits the back of the man’s head.

f*ck! The man’s body fell forward with the sound of something breaking.

Gotcha.

Luthers quickly approached and tried to retrieve the pistol he was holding.

Because I handed over what I was using to Drake.

That moment.

“Keu, kuuh…” You b*tch… talent… !”

The man who was lying down took out a trigger from his chest.

Suicide bomb.

To fully react, the distance and time were too late.

In the end, it was just when Luthus quickly turned around and tried to reduce the damage as much as possible.

Another gunshot echoed through the air.

“If it had exploded like that, it would have been a goal!! “Aren’t you sober, unlike you?!”

Drake Brown.

He quickly approached and held out his hand towards Luther.