Chapter 213.2

Chapter 213.2

Wooshin just stared at him without answering. His unfocused, cold eyes carried a faint trace of contempt that made Kia’s brow twitch.

“Damn, what a piece of work.”

Kia snatched the car key from his hand.

“If you’ve got a conscience, stay crumpled in the passenger seat.”

“How would you know anything when you don’t even know where Seoryeong is, huh?”

“I know Russian roads better than you.”

“Then drive yourself straight to hell.”

Wooshin opened the trunk, pulled out a bulletproof vest, and put it on. When Kia blinked and demanded, “Hey, where’s mine?” he only gave a short, derisive snort. Another cold silence stretched between them.

“Move the gear to the front seat,” he said, nodding toward the mountain of guns piled in the trunk.

Kia kicked the sleek car door and spat. Wooshin, expressionless, slid into the driver’s seat. Left behind, Kia reluctantly selected a few usable weapons with a sharp eye and climbed in beside him.

Wooshin had already connected the monitor, the red signal light blinking steadily. Before Kia could even close her door, he floored the accelerator. The car shot forward with a deafening roar, and Kia grabbed the handle, screaming,

“You crazy bastard!”

It was a ride with an enemy who could pull the trigger on him at any moment.

—Team Leader, the Owl is on the TX-1 train!

If they couldn’t intercept the train crossing the gorge, the trail would be lost for good.

Wooshin shifted gears and pressed harder on the accelerator. It had to be now, before the train entered the canyon tunnel.

With his violent driving, Kia’s body slammed against the car interior over and over, cursing in Russian each time. His face was pale and scraped, but he kept glancing at the blinking red dot on the screen, shouting, “Is that all you’ve got? Step on it, you useless prick! You’ve already lost Sonya twice, face it, that’s your limit! Once we find her, I’m never letting you near her again, got it?”

Curling his lip, Kia occasionally leaned halfway out the window, firing a compact grenade launcher to blast away road signs or obstacles with a loud boom. Thanks to the maniac clearing the path, Wooshin didn’t touch the brakes once.

“You act so high and mighty in front of Sonya when you’re just as filthy as me! You’re pathetic!”

“Who are you calling filthy?”

“Agents all get the same training. Don’t play innocent!”

Wooshin frowned but didn’t take his eyes off the tracks blazing ahead through the firelight, “You’re such a brat.”

“What did you say?”

“If you want to be a man, start by acting like an adult.” Wooshin told Kia.

“…!”

Each time the tires hit a rock, the car jolted violently and lifted off the ground, but Wooshin’s eyes stayed cold and locked on the train.

They’d barely managed to catch its tail, but now their car roared alongside the blaring train, racing parallel down the tracks.

“Seoryeong’s clothes, you know. Have you never once thought about wanting to button them up?”

Kia suddenly shut his mouth and only toyed with his gun. An unreadable silence stretched between them.

A moment later, the front of the train finally entered the canyon tunnel. Wooshin saw nothing else. As they sped away from the tracks they had barely managed to stay on, pressing the accelerator to its limit, Kia screamed, “Are you crazy?”

“Buckle up.”

“What?”

“Don’t bite your tongue. Clench your teeth.”

Every time the long train disappeared into the tunnel nature had carved, his anxiety peaked. His mouth dried, sweat from his palms glued to the wheel. Wooshin shifted gears, crested a small rise, and slammed the car straight at the train windows.

The car lifted into the air with a violent roar. As the body lurched, he hit the brakes.

“You crazy bastard Wooshin!”

The sports car slammed into the train window and crushed the empty seats. Screams erupted from people caught off guard. White airbags deployed, and the two men slammed against each other like breaking mannequins.

The windshield shattered, the hood crumpled like paper. Even so, they stayed conscious, sprawled over the airbags, exchanging looks. Kia shot a murderous glare with his eyes.

“…”

Wooshin mouthed a “shh” and reached for the fallen gun. The train interior was oddly silent. Ah, damn. When Wooshin let out a tight, grim smile, Kia froze.

People who had looked like passengers were pulling guns out from under their seats and chambering rounds.

Once inside, they realized it was full of American operatives. The two men nodded at each other and unbuckled their belts.

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