Passion Novel Novel Chapter 8: Who’s that guy?

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Who’s that guy?

Jeong Taeui was hit seven or eight tis. Two of them hurt so much that he lost his mind for a mont. However, fortunately there were a few punches that could also be considered cotton fists, the rest were roughly suitable for the atmosphere at that ti.

After being beaten until he regained consciousness, Jeong Taeui drank alcohol while being skeptical.

"No snacks?"

"It seems like Yuan Ho went out to buy beef jerky a while ago, let

go get it."

"Yes, the glass there is empty. You have to take the initiative to fill it up, why are you sitting right next to ?"

"....."

Jeong Taeui discovered another difference from the military.... He muttered while

thoughtfully looking at the package of peanuts that a strange man had just given him.

After punching him, they acted as if nothing had happened and said, ’Let’s go out and have a few drinks to welco the new mber, shall we?’. The people who pulled Jeong Taeui with a cheerful smile were the sa people who rcilessly gave him those heavy blows. Jeong Taeui could only sit quietly drinking wine and eating the snacks they gave him.

Are these n strange, this group of people strange, this branch strange, the whole of

UNHRDO strange or is it just himself who is strange?

"Is it okay to drink alcohol like this? What should I do if I get an ergency summons while drunk?"

Jeong Taeui said suspiciously, a man nad Qing Jiao imdiately shrugged and smiled in response.

"What is an ergency summon?"

Then, Tou, who was sitting next to him, seed friendly enough to answer.

"Taeil cos from the military. Having that habit is natural."

"Ah...."

Only then did Qing nod as if he understood. Carlo, who was eating snacks on the other side, also explained.

"This is not the army, so there is no reason to be urgently summoned so often. If you weren’t the guy who made enemies and stabbed your teammates, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. anything. Anyway, there has never been such a person here. After finishing training, of course you can drink freely. However, if you get too drunk and can’t participate in the training

session early the next morning, you will be gradually punished by the instructor."

"I heard that sotis there are cases of mbers here taking on personal jobs outside. How can we guarantee that there won’t be anyone out there holding a grudge and sneaking in here to stab and slash?"

Jeong Tacui asked again while taking a sip of wine. He didn’t know this place worked exactly like this. But a long ti ago he heard similar things between his uncle and Jacui. So Jeong Tacui thought that UNHRDO was an organization that specializes in receiving missions from

outside.

"Where did you hear that rumor?"

"Because it was a rumor, the wind from this direction and that direction unintentionally

reached our ears."

"Where did you hear that rumor?"

"Because it was a rumor, the wind from this direction and that direction unintentionally

reached my ears."

"Ah, he is indeed Jeong Jacui’s brother. But you only heard half of it. There are also tis

when we have to accept outside missions, but we will not accept personal requests no matter how much money we have. Because we are still working in this organization anyway. It’s not impossible to take on personal work, but it remains to be seen whether it’s worth making enemies out there. But even more than those people, you have to be even more careful...."

While Carlo was speaking, he suddenly lowered his voice and stopped for a mont, with a hint of excitent and anger.

"Those bastards at the European branch! Sooner or later, those guys will brazenly and

arrogantly sneak in here!"

Once again, he doesn’t know how many swear words he has heard about the European branch just today. Although Jeong Taeui was now on the sa boat as these people, seeing these big n burning with the fire of determination to win, he suddenly felt very funny. Jeong Tacui

smiled and said.

"It seems like the relationship between the two is really bad... Aren’t the mbers regularly rotated between branches... Anyway, as colleagues, I don’t understand why the relationship is so bad."

As soon as Jeong Tacui finished speaking, the room fell silent. Jeong Tacui, who was

drinking alcohol, couldn’t swallow it and just looked at them.

"Ah, it’s true you don’t know, so let

tell you. Of course, mbers are always rotated

between branches but..."

"Huh?"

"I don’t know if I’m in another branch or moving from headquarters, but two different

branches don’t directly exchange personnel with each other."

Jeong Tacui divided the wine in his mouth into two parts and quietly swallowed it, trying his best not to show his most unreasonable expression.

Turns out that’s why none of the mbers here were ever at the European branch. Alright. He knows that the relationship between the two branches is like cat and dog, but no matter what, is the relationship so bad that even exchanging mbers cannot be done directly? In other words, it went beyond personal grudges between mbers and was so bad that even other

branches and headquarters had to admit it.

"Is there so bloody history that happened...?"

Jeong Taeui muttered, Jing clutched the wine glass tightly.

"Inherently, the relationship between branches or with headquarters in the US is not very good. With the headquarters, it’s a little better, but it can’t be said to be peaceful. Because each actual training object is different. So when training together, you will have to fight as if you were standing in front of the enemy. And if you fight so hard, there will inevitably be deaths, and if it accumulates, then in the next joint training session there will be those who decide to avenge their colleagues and kill again. Hatred follows hatred. So the hatred between the two branches has been solidified as it is now."

"Isn’t it manslaughter but intentional murder?"

No one responded. The silence with those bitter looks seed to have replaced affirmation.

"But it’s not like they will kill people indiscriminately.... That’s it. But anyway, as soon as they enter, you will see hell right before your eyes."

"...I heard that joint training happens once a year, right?"

"That’s right. With European branch and other branches. Once a year. In other words,

mbers will rotate training with the European, Australian, South Arican and African branches for about three months at a ti."

If he wants to live normally in the next half year, he will have to go through at least two births and deaths...Jeong Taeui blad his uncle for bringing him here, feeling like he was bitten by an insect.

"We will draw lots to divide the number of mbers in half. This ti, half of the mbers of the European branch goes to South Arica, revolving that way. Then next ti we will mix the order and rotate to different branches."

"Oh, I see. So when will we draw lots to decide who will stay and who will leave?"

"If we start on Saturday, the draw will be on Friday night."

"....If you draw lots so close to your departure ti, how can you prepare a plane ticket?"

"Why worry about getting tickets on our specialized planes? A visa is required for each country where a branch is located. You just need to bring your passport."

Jeong Taeui thought for a mont about the word ’specialized aircraft’ - and at the sa ti rembered the abandoned building that looked like it was about to collapse when he first set foot on the island - he felt even more like this place had a specialized aircraft. It really doesn’t sound appropriate at all.

*Specialized Aircraft: used to describe less common, but completely unique aircraft that play a significant role on the battlefield. For example: OV-10, ASW aircraft, S-3 Viking.... So maybe it can be IL-20 Coot A or F-27 Enforcer*

"Why do we have to make such a hasty decision? Wouldn’t it be better to prepare and divide in advance?"

"Because if you know in advance whether you will go or stay, you will likely neglect your

training."

"Haha, if you don’t want to die, whether you go or not, you have to train hard, right?"

"When training with branches other than the European branch, so people will be injured, but very few will die."

"Uerl, Yun and Kiyomi were hospitalized and haven’t co back yet." < Oh Gosh. Pray>

"Once the bastard who killed Sang Wan cos, I will slit his throat."

The curses filled with resentnt and grudges made the room noisy for a mont.

"...The other branch will also draw lots?"

"Um, maybe so. Basically, the operating policies between branches are the sa. But people who have a deep hatred for this place won’t send them here... Bastards!"

If the operating policies are basically the sa, it ans that the Asian branch will also refrain from sending people there who have a grudge against the European branch.

"That guy, is he coming?"

Suddenly, Alta muttered. Everyone was silent for a mont.

Jeong Taeui chewed his snack after running out of peanuts and looked around with a puzzled expression.

Each man has a different expression, but in general they are all a gloomy black color. From anger, anxiety to fear. All kinds of forms.

"Anyway, he doesn’t just make enemies with one or two people. Surely the European side

will not push our people to death."

The man sitting next to Jeong Taeui gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes. Not only were there one or two people with that look of hatred, but all six people had identical expressions. Carlo muttered.

"But from the perspective of the heads of the European branch, it would be better for that guy to co here. Think about it, instead of letting that guy stay at the branch and kill their people, it would be better to let him go to another branch. Even if I went to another place and killed one person and disabled three others, it would be better than doing it on my own land."

"If he cos here, I will rip him apart and kill him.

"....Who is that?"

For a mont, the sound fell silent again. Jeong Taeui stared curiously at the n in silenceand thought it was a relief not to eat peanuts right now. It would be embarrassing to hear the sound of chewing snacks in this dead silence.