The stench of blood still hung heavy in the air, smoke billowing above.
Jung Kok stood frozen in the middle of the hall littered with corpses and shards of metal, blood pooling into a small river beneath his feet. In his arms, Yong Jin's body lay still — the loyal shield who had always stood by him... now gone.
Not far away, Jung Joon stood, his eyes dark and heavy.
"Get up, Jung Kok," Jung Joon's voice was low but firm. "The war isn't over."
Jung Kok clenched his fists, his body trembling.
Not from fear. But from rage. From a pain that strangled his heart.
Slowly, he laid Yong Jin's body on the floor, closing his friend's eyes with reverence.
"I promise..." Jung Kok whispered. "I'll end all of this. With blood."
The Strategy Begins
Min was still alive. But not for long.
They had to act fast. Min's reinforcements could arrive at any moment.
Jung Joon pressed the communication switch on his earpiece.
"Beta team, enter from the north sector. Omega team, secure the southern perimeter. Kill anyone who tries to escape," Jung Joon ordered swiftly.
Jung Kok drew a deep breath, wiping all emotion from his face.
No more mercy. No more compromise.
"Min doesn't get to die that easily," Jung Kok said, his voice cold. "I want him to feel every ounce of pain before he goes."
They moved. Fast, silent like phantoms.
Psychological Warfare
As they headed towards the central control room, Jung Kok instructed their remaining men to plant traps along the escape routes. There would be no way out.
Meanwhile, Jung Joon orchestrated an electrical sabotage — to strip Min and his men of the security system advantage within the complex.
Three minutes later, the entire building shook.
Dum!
Bummm!
The lights went out. Only emergency lights flickered weakly.
Dark corridors. The distant echoes of gunfire. The air filled with the screams of men burning and being torn apart alive.
This was no longer a mission.
This was a massacre.
Brutal Warfare
In the darkness, they hunted like wolves.
Every enemy they encountered, Jung Kok didn't just kill — he destroyed them. One punch shattered jaws. One kick caved in chests.
Jung Joon, on the other hand, was even more ruthless — every enemy he brought down, he made sure they never rose again. Heavy weapon in hand, moving without mercy.
They were like angels of death in the black night.
Every step they took brought more blood.
Emotions Overflow
As they neared the central control room, Jung Kok stopped.
Before him hung the corpses of his own men — tortured, humiliated, left dangling as a warning.
On one of the walls, a massive red inscription read:
> "You're too late, Jung Kok." — Min
For a moment, Jung Kok felt the world spin. His chest felt ripped apart.
He punched the concrete wall with all his strength until the skin on his knuckles split and bled.
"Hold on," Jung Joon said quietly, restraining his brother. "Don't let emotions control you. We control them."
Jung Kok drew a heavy breath.
"Min wants to play dirty... we'll answer a thousand times dirtier."
The Final Battle Begins
They smashed through the control room doors.
Min was waiting — this time with the remainder of his best forces. About twelve men, all heavily armed, ready to die.
But Jung Kok and Jung Joon were ready too.
Two against twelve.
No problem.
Jung Joon charged first, launching a smoke bomb that threw the enemies into chaos. Jung Kok seized the opening, attacking from the flanks.
Their assault was like a deadly dance.
Every enemy that approached was taken down in under five seconds.
One, two, three enemies fell — skulls crushed, necks broken, guts spilling out.
Jung Kok fought like a man possessed — every punch, every blow fueled by the loss of Yong Jin.
Blood Becomes Rivers
In the chaos, Jung Kok's eyes locked onto Min's.
Two hereditary enemies. Two paths that could never converge.
With a roar that shook the hall, they clashed in a final, merciless battle.
Min attacked with everything he had — clawing, punching, stabbing.
Jung Kok retaliated with the power of a man who had long cast away fear.
Every strike from Jung Kok was for Yong Jin. Every wound inflicted on Min was payment for the blood spilled.
Min managed to stab Jung Kok in the shoulder with a hidden knife — but Jung Kok did not retreat. He let the blade sink deeper... just to grab Min by the throat with both hands, lift him up, and slam his head against the concrete floor.
KRACKK! Blood gushed from Min's head.
But Jung Kok wasn't done.
He lifted Min's body again, raining punches onto his old enemy's face, breaking bones, crushing the dark dreams of the man before him.
Finally, Min collapsed — half-alive, half-dead.
Jung Kok knelt beside him, breathing heavily.
"This is for Yong Jin..." he whispered into Min's ear before landing one final punch — straight into his heart.
Min went still.
His life ended in blood.
A Victory with a Price
Jung Kok rose, his body soaked in blood, open wounds adorning him. But his eyes... his eyes were empty.
He looked around.
All enemies were gone.
But in victory, the world felt even lonelier.
Jung Joon approached, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"You did what had to be done."
Jung Kok didn't reply. He only stared at Min's lifeless body — and deep inside, a new vow was born:
"I will continue down this path... for Yong Jin.
For those who believe in me."
But deep within his soul...
Jung Kok knew.
The real war wasn't over.
It had just begun.
To be continued in Chapter 24.