New life

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Si Mok and his team arrived at the gates of Man-ho's PMC base in Rawalpindi. The base sprawled across a large compound, fortified with high walls, guard towers, and armed personnel roaming the perimeter. The tension in the air was palpable as they passed by rows of armored vehicles and soldiers going about their drills.

As they drove deeper into the compound, gunfire echoed through the air, causing the group to tense up instinctively.

"What the hell?" Seo Youngchan muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to the armed guards.

Man-ho smirked from the driver's seat. "Relax, it's just routine training. You're safe here." His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it. The place was crawling with men who knew how to kill, and for Si Mok and the others, this was anything but comforting.

"Safe," Jiho Park, the hacker, whispered with a hint of sarcasm. "Yeah, sure. Feels real safe."

The convoy of vehicles stopped in front of the main building. Man-ho stepped out first, motioning for the others to follow. The group shuffled out of the cars, their eyes scanning the area. Si Mok took in the hardened faces of the men around them, all armed to the teeth, clearly prepared for something more than routine security.

As they entered the building, the air felt cooler, but the tension hadn't let up. The hallways were utilitarian—bare concrete walls lined with military equipment and personnel moving briskly from one station to another. They passed rooms filled with maps, computers, and surveillance monitors, each providing a glimpse into the highly coordinated operations running from this facility.

When they reached Man-ho's office, the door creaked open, and they were greeted by the sight of someone already seated at the large mahogany desk. Si Mok froze mid-step.

Sitting there, calm as ever, was Goto Suguru.

The air seemed to chill further, the weight of Goto's presence crashing down on them like an avalanche. The memories of their past encounters with him, the fear and helplessness they had felt, surged back into their minds.

Goto didn't even glance up at them at first, his fingers tapping idly on the desk.

"How… how did you get here?" Man-ho managed, breaking the silence with a voice that betrayed a mix of surprise and unease.

Goto finally raised his eyes to meet Man-ho's gaze, a thin smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Connections," he said simply, as though that explained everything. His tone was cold, indifferent.

Man-ho's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Connections?" he repeated, his voice sharp. "What kind of—"

But Goto cut him off, rising from the desk and walking past the others, stopping right in front of Si Mok. The two men stared at each other for a long moment, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. Goto was the same as always—unreadable, untouchable, and undeniably dangerous.

Without another word, Goto reached into his jacket and pulled out a file. He handed it to Si Mok, his movements slow and deliberate. Si Mok hesitated but then took it, feeling the weight of it in his hands, both figuratively and literally.

"Do not die," Goto said softly, but his words carried a cold finality to them. It wasn't advice; it was a command.

Then, as quickly as he had arrived, Goto turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving them all standing there, rooted in place. The door clicked shut behind him, and the group let out the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding.

Silence reigned for a few heartbeats.

"He's a damn ghost," Osamu Akiura muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Every time he shows up, it's like he knows things we don't."

Man-ho let out a slow breath, his usual confidence visibly shaken. "It's not just that," he said, walking over to his desk. "He… he left something here."

Man-ho picked up a small note that had been placed under some papers on his desk. He unfolded it carefully and read aloud, "The base will take you to Korea."

Si Mok frowned. "What does that mean?"

Man-ho handed him the note. "It's an invitation for you. Apparently, someone's arranged for a base nearby to get you back into Korea."

"Someone?" Han Park asked, his voice incredulous. "This is crazy. What is this guy's endgame?"

Kwak Park, standing by the window, looked out into the yard. "More importantly," he added, "why is he helping us? He's never been the kind of person to do anything out of goodwill."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Goto wasn't a man known for compassion or loyalty. He was a wildcard, a monster who had once dominated the underground world and had gone toe-to-toe with their entire crew. His motives were never transparent, and they all knew better than to trust him.

"What's in the file?" Seo Youngchan asked, his voice tense with anticipation.

Si Mok hesitated for a moment before opening the file. His eyes scanned the documents inside, and his expression shifted from confusion to shock.

"What is it?" Don Lee asked, noticing the change in Si Mok's demeanor.

"It's my new identity," Si Mok said, holding up the papers for the others to see. "According to this, I'm a Korean national who's been living in the U.S. But… I've been in a coma for the past six years."

The room fell into stunned silence.

"A coma?" Jiho Park asked, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell kind of identity is that?"

"Wow," Han Park murmured, looking over Si Mok's shoulder. "He can get into a place like this so easily and just hand you a new identity? That's impressive… and terrifying."

"He's got access to things we can't even imagine," Kwak added, shaking his head. "Just what are his connections?"

Si Mok closed the file, the weight of the situation finally sinking in. This was more than just about getting back into Korea. Goto had somehow forged an entire new life for him—one that could protect him from whatever wrath the assemblyman might bring. But the implications were disturbing. If Goto could pull something like this off so easily, what else was he capable of?

"I don't like this," Seo Youngchan said, folding his arms. "He's playing some kind of game, and we're the pawns."

"We don't have much of a choice," Si Mok replied, his voice flat. "If Goto's offering this, then we need to figure out why. But for now… this might be our best shot."

Man-ho sat down at his desk, staring at the note and then the file. "He's right, you know. As much as I hate it, we're not in a position to refuse help, even if it comes from him."

The room fell silent again, each of them lost in their thoughts, weighing their options. Si Mok glanced at the file in his hands, feeling the weight of it growing heavier by the second. His new identity might be his only ticket to survival, but at what cost?

As the night wore on, one thing became clear to all of them—no matter what they did next, Goto Suguru's influence loomed over them, an unseen force guiding them toward an uncertain future