Chapter 272: Chapter 273:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: Rxel

Chapter 273

Two Special Forces teams with different affiliations were divided on the left and right sides of the same site.

It was hell no matter where you went.

The left side was the coast guard’s Special Forces team. The right side was the building of the police’s Special Forces team.

The bus stopped on the right side.

“Wow…”

Everyone who stared blankly at the letters on the building burst into a hollow laugh.

“I knew it. I should have guessed when they suddenly told us to bring our passports.”

“There’s no easy way to go.”

“Look, look, the PD is laughing outside.”

PD Do Joongi waved his hand with a bright smile.

The cast members who had been denying reality for a while started to get off one by one.

“Welcome, everyone.”

The cast members narrowed their eyes at PD Do’s cheerful greeting.

Even the eldest brother, Lee Pilseung, who had been smiling gently since the opening, trembled his cheeks.

“Joongi, this time… you said it would be easy. You said it had nothing to do with the army.”

“It’s not the army, it’s the police.”

“You said it had something to do with airport security?”

“Yes. This Police Special Forces Team is the first to respond when there’s a terrorist situation at the airport.”

“…Terrorist?”

“Oh! Of course, they also get involved in other major incidents like hostage situations or shootings.”

As the explanation continued, everyone’s faces turned pale.

“Is this for real?”

“I thought I was going to die last time when we trained with the Special Task Force…”

“I brought a lot of new clothes thinking I was going abroad.”

As everyone was frustrated, Hanjo whispered to Woojoo, “Woojoo-ssi, what do we do?”

“Don’t worry too much.”

“You have a plan, don’t you?” he said, brightening up.

“We’re all doomed together anyway.”

“…”

“That’s the charm of the army.”

Hanjo closed his eyes slightly at Woojoo’s warm smile. Then the cast members next to them laughed.

“As expected, you know the taste of the army, Woojoo.”

“It’s fun to be doomed together. Hahaha!”

“Hahahaha… Huhuhu…”

“Huhuhu… Haha!”

They made noises that Woojoo couldn’t tell if they were crying or laughing.

After the production team took away the mic packs, the cast members loosened their bodies and took deep breaths to relieve their tension.

Woojoo whispered to Hanjo, who was sad, “Hanjo-ssi.”

“Yes…?”

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll help you a lot with Junghyun. Let’s show our comradeship.”

“You’re talking about comradeship, Woojoo-ssi. I’m here because of you.”

Woojoo pretended not to hear and cheered him up.

Inside the unit, Woojoo checked the signs that the camera was about to start rolling again and quickly whispered to the two of them, “From now on, it’s a game of wits. You have to try not to stand out in every action. If you get caught in the beginning, you’ll keep getting caught until the recording is over.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Hanjo nodded, and when Woojoo turned around, Junghyun also nodded seriously.

Then he asked Woojoo cautiously, “Hyung.”

“What.”

“How do I watch out?”

Right. He was Junghyun.

“Just follow what I do.”

“I’m confident in that.”

After taking care of the fellow guests, they stood in a ready position according to the recording preparation.

The eldest brother of ‘Men Go’, Lee Pilseung, gave a pep talk to the team members as the leader.

“Our Woojoo just said a wise saying. We’re all doomed together.”

Woojoo almost choked when he heard the joke.

“That’s a wise saying.”

“It’s not lonely if we die together.”

Lee Pilseung continued.

“We’re all doomed together. In other words, we’re all doing well together. Let’s do our best with that mindset. Fighting.”

“Fighting!”

After they all shouted “Fighting!” with high spirits, they passed through the main gate with trembling steps.

The place surrounded by a large L-shaped building was a plain sand training ground, like a school playground.

And on the podium in the center, five instructors were standing.

“…”

A chilly atmosphere.

The Special Forces members, who wore black clothes, sunglasses, and skull-patterned scarves to cover their faces, stood still.

They looked incredibly strong at a glance.

Without anyone saying anything first, they all ran quickly to the front of the instructors, feeling the ominous vibe.

A man in a black T-shirt frowned.

“What time is it now?”

“…”

The instructor growled, looking at his wristwatch.

“What have you been doing for eight minutes since you arrived? Did you resist because you didn’t want to train?”

“They said the filming wasn’t ready inside…”

“Who are you right now?”

The face of Jo Sohyung, a member of Men Go, turned pale. They all tensed up at the instructor’s momentum.

When they expected the first intimidation to start, the instructor said as if he was convinced, “That makes sense.”

“…”

What was this? He looked strong but felt flimsy.

“I am Go Kwangsoon, a sergeant of the Tactical Team 1, who will be guiding you from today. Nice to meet you.”

He smiled contentedly as they clapped.

Then the members of the Tactical Team 1 introduced themselves. There were five in total, four men and one woman.

“From now on, you will receive the same training as the Special Forces members. Rappelling, infiltration, emergency response, close combat. And you will also observe and learn various classes. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“It won’t be easy, of course,” Sergeant Go said. “The members here are from the 707th Special Mission Battalion and UDT. Because you can get injured if you train with the same intensity as them, this training will be much weaker.”

They all expressed joy in their eyes.

At that, Sergeant Go smiled.

“And if you feel tired, anytime! Tell the instructors. This is not the army. It’s a loss if you hurt yourself by enduring. Not getting injured. That’s the top priority. What’s the top priority?”

“Not getting injured!”

“Good.”

They all melted at his gentle smile.

“You must have expected this training to be very solemn and suffocating.”

Sergeant Go smiled brightly.

“This training will be conducted in a fun atmosphere. You can laugh. You can cry.”

“Oh…! Oh?”

It seemed like there was a strange remark at the end.

“My Special Forces junior, PD Do Joongi, asked me before the training, ‘You don’t know what you’re dragged into, so please do well, make it fun.’”

They relaxed a bit at the sight of PD Do waving his hand.

“Honestly, I don’t like frowning and yelling either. It’s not my personality. Do you feel good when you hear loud noises?”

“No!”

“People are all the same. So when we train, we do it properly! And in a fun atmosphere. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

They all felt relieved.

They thought they were dead when they were dragged into the Special Forces.

But it was a healing atmosphere.

And with the words that they could tell them anytime if they were hurt or tired.

‘Do you feel hard? Do you really want to quit? Really? You might cause trouble for everyone because of you, but do it if you want.’ It was the opposite of the army.

This was a healing world where common sense worked.

“You can laugh comfortably. There’s no need to suddenly say ‘Laugh?’ and ruin the mood.”

“Hahaha…!”

“Hahahaha!”

Min Taewon’s relaxed laughter spread to everyone. They laughed and the instructors laughed with them.

When the atmosphere calmed down, Sergeant Go said, “Now, we said not getting injured is number one. But what do you have to do before exercising to avoid getting injured? You, trainee.”

Hanjo answered loudly.

“Warm-up exercise!”

“That’s right. If you use your muscles suddenly without warming up, you can get hurt.”

“That’s right!”

“So, before we start the training, let’s do some warm-up exercises with kubo and PT exercises!”

“Haha… Huh?”

At that moment, everyone realized the truth that they had forgotten in the mood.

The rule that wherever you were, if your body was comfortable, your mind was troubled, and if your mind was comfortable, your body was tormented.

The instructor shouted with a face that he was excited, “Okay, let’s fire a scream for three seconds toward the front!”

“Wooaaahhh…?!”

“Good! Let’s do kubo with this momentum! Start with 20 laps lightly! Go!”

It was the moment when dark clouds loomed over everyone’s future.

After the cast of ‘Men on a Mission’, including Woojoo, ran out of breath with intense running.

PT exercises followed immediately.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Uh uh…”

Physical Training.

As the name suggested, the movements to strengthen the body stimulated the whole body of the cast.

‘I said I would do it in a fun atmosphere…!’

Everyone screamed and cursed while twisting their bodies.

At first, they laughed and did it, but as time went by, it became painful.

Even if they stayed still, their whole body trembled, and sweat dripped in the summer heat.

The cast’s sweat dripped onto the sand of the playground.

‘I’m going crazy. Really!’

Above all, the subtle intensity was a blast.

They really couldn’t do it and felt like they were going to die, but their bodies were doing it.

Every time they felt too hard to bear, they changed their movements, which was amazing.

The feeling of rolling as if they knew how far they had to go without falling.

But what bothered the cast the most was that the Special Forces were really kind.

“Good job! Good job! Right! One more!”

“One more!”

“This is the rest. If everyone’s legs go up to this height, you get a five-minute break!”

The soldiers who walked around and checked their posture while doing PT exercises looked happy.

It meant that they were happy when they said they were happy.

“Everyone! Are you having fun?”

“Yes!”

“Your voice is small! More cheerful and fun! Are you having fun?”

“Yeees…!”

“Haha, I’m so happy with this enthusiastic response. Add 10 more!”

Everyone screamed and moved their bodies.

“Ugh.”

Cho Sohyung, who was famous for his poor physical strength, collapsed like a sick scarecrow, and Lee Jungah, a captain who was nearby, ran to him.

“Are you okay? Are you in a lot of pain?”

“My, my, my arm is so numb that I lost my strength!”

“Oh…”

She looked at him with concern, and Cho Sohyung hoped desperately.

‘I’m really going to die. Please, just let me out…’

Sure enough.

The other person asked carefully, “Can you walk?”

“Yes, yes! I can walk!”

“Do you see the pole with the flag over there?”

“Yes! I see it!”

Hope appeared in front of him.

“Go there and run lightly.”

“…Yes?”

“Run back and forth while massaging your arm until the muscles loosen up. Do your legs hurt too?”

“…”

“If your legs hurt too, I’ll do stretching with the instructor.”

She smiled kindly as if she had given him a great kindness.

While Cho Sohyung ran on the sand playground desperately, the cast shed tears inside.

‘It’s better not to be exempted.’

‘This is hell…!’

‘Joongi. Wait. I’ll send you to the underworld express.’

Meanwhile, the guests were also suffering.

‘Seon Woojoo. I’ll kill you…’

Hanjo clenched his teeth as he twisted his leg to the left.

‘No. I can’t kill him anyway.’

This time, it was the right side.

‘Can I hit him? No.’

He was Hanjo, who repeated ‘grab his neck, don’t grab his neck’ like plucking a petal every time he twisted his legs.

And next to him, Junghyun was doing PT exercises with a calm face.

“Trainee number 9, your posture is good.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you having fun?”

“It’s fun.”

The Special Forces gave him a thumbs-up as if they agreed with Junghyun’s warm smile, and it was caught on camera.

As the cast members thought, the Special Forces were in a good mood.

‘It’s fun.’

The sergeant, Go Kwangsoon, smiled with his gums as he watched them rolling around on the sand floor.

“How long has it been since this happened?”

“Exactly. We were so bored because we only had each other until now, but new people came.”

“We used to see the same faces every day. It’s fun to have celebrities come too.”

“How nice would it be. We don’t have anybody to get stronger. Those people are born with new bodies.”

Sergeant Go Kwangsoon called the PD who was watching from the side.

“Joongi, how is it? Are we having fun?”

“Of course. Sir. You’re very gentle and nice.”

“Right?”

The former Special Forces PD and the Special Forces laughed amicably.

Then, Lieutenant Jeongah bragged.

“I told someone who said his arm hurt earlier to go and tag that pole over there. Take a break.”

“Wow, you’re so kind, youngest.”

“Really. When we were in pain, we rolled until we vomited on the floor. If you think about that, you’re an angel, an angel.”

As they laughed and laughed, the faces of the supporting actors and staff standing nearby turned pale.

PD Do Joongi asked, “How do you see them? Our cast members?”

“They’re generally weak and frail. Some are serious.”

“Well, they’re all old.”

“But the young ones are doing well, right? Who are they? Those three are fine. Their posture is not bad either.”

“That number 9? He’s good.”

After praising Junghyun’s posture, their eyes changed as they looked at the side.

“But if I have to choose the most noticeable trainee…”

“I want him. I want to choose him.”

“Me too, I want to teach him a thing or two.”

They looked at where Seon Woojoo was struggling to ‘grunt’ and doing PT movements.

A textbook posture that made them drool.

They felt like running over and teaching him something good right away.

“Wow, his expression is alive. When I saw the American kids doing PT, they had such serious expressions.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I wasn’t the only one who thought of that. Doesn’t he look like a US Marine or a Special Forces kid?”

“It’s healing just to look at him.”

They didn’t know that Woojoo was unconsciously following the YouTube video.

“He looks like a real Special Forces soldier.”

“Right? He’s sweating and working hard. It feels like we got a new recruit.”

Then, when they did a new PT movement.

“Oh my, look at his posture. He’s so pretty…”

“He’s got angles. He’s alive.”

“Ah, I can’t stand it. I’m going to go and check his movements.”

“Let’s go together!”

The Special Forces who were sparkling in their eyes approached someone.

“Ugh…”

His legs were tingling.

But his body was moving automatically.

Woojoo was sweating profusely, but he was doing the movements while breathing deeply.

“Trainee. Your posture is good.”

“Thank you!”

Some of the Special Forces came near him.

They praised Woojoo, so he thought they would leave, but they squatted next to him.

Then they assisted his posture.

“One, two, one, two. Right!”

…Right?

“Wow, your posture is perfect! Perfect. Perfect.”

“I can see you’re working hard on your abs. You’re using your muscles well. Wow… How do you use your muscles like that?”

“That movement is correct, but it doesn’t suit the Korean body type. Try bending your legs slightly like this.”

Were these people fitness trainers…?

The PT exercise was turning into personal PT.

Woojoo did as they told him, and they nodded with satisfied faces.

“That’s it! That’s it!”

“Huh… You did it perfectly after one lesson.”

“Team leader! Come and see this!”

Now they even used the colleague summoning spell.

It was torture.

The best part of the PT exercise was when the instructor wasn’t looking, he could secretly change his posture and rest comfortably.

But every time he did a movement, they came and looked at him closely and liked it. It was driving him crazy.

And there were dark shadows around him, giggling like backlighting. It was scary.

And, his hardship didn’t end there.

“Trainee number eight.”

Woojoo quickly raised and lowered his right hand and shouted, “Trainee number eight, Seon Woojoo!”

“I’m coming forward.”

“…?”

When he stood in front of the cast, the high-ranking officer smiled kindly and said, “Do the same movement as before.”

“Execute!”

The PT exercise where he made an arch with his waist and lifted his body like an exorcist ghost.

As he did it, he saw the faces of the other cast members upside down.

“That’s right, this is it!”

The high-ranking officer, who seemed to have a lot of ulterior motives, coughed and said, “Do you see? This perfect arch?”

He pointed at Woojoo’s waist with a stick.

“When you do the posture, do it right! Just like trainee number eight. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“Number eight, good job. Get up. Everyone, give a round of applause to trainee number eight who worked hard.”

“Woahhh-!”

Everyone clapped their hands with bright smiles.

Woojoo thought those guys liked that they could rest while he showed them the demonstration.

It was the same for Hanjo.

Only Junghyun had a proud face, as if saying ‘that’s my Hyung’.

Woojoo wiped the sweat off his face and tried to go back to the line, but the high-ranking officer stopped him.

“Trainee. Where are you going?”

“…Yes?”

“Trainee, from now on, you will show the posture to the other trainees as an example.”

“…”

Woojoo’s face, which was being filmed by the camera, must have turned pale.

That was when hell started.

“Trainee number eight! Right!”

“Number eight~!”

“Trainee number eight, well done. Show it one more time.”

The officers kept summoning him whenever they liked his posture.

Every time, the cast members clapped.

“Woahhh-!”

“You’re so good at it!”

“I want to see it again!”

Whenever he looked at them with a sad face, they all turned away, saying ‘we have to survive first’.

That was how Woojoo had an unwilling assistant experience under the scorching sun.

“Attention.”

The high-ranking officer, Go Kwangsoon, raised his hand to his waist and said, “Since there’s not much time left until lunch, we’ll do something else instead of PT training for the remaining time.”

“Woahhh-!”

“Trainee number eight.”

“Yes?”

“The instructors have been brainstorming, and they’ve been wondering what to reward trainee number eight who worked hard.”

“Ohhh-!”

Was it a break in the afternoon? A break angle?

They all had expressions of ‘you deserve it’, and Woojoo looked at them with hopeful eyes.

The high-ranking officer smiled warmly, as if he had just the thing.

“So, I want to give a special benefit to only the eighth trainee.”

“Wow…!”

“An experience that not anyone can have!”

“Wow…!”

“It’s tightrope walking!”

“Wow…?”

As everyone stared blankly, Instructor Go Kwangsoon stepped aside as if to show them something.

There was a tightrope walking course in the distance. The rope was slightly swaying in the wind, looking like a gallows. Was it just his imagination?

“…Is this a re, reward?”

Woojoo stuttered without realizing it, and the Special Forces nodded shyly.

They looked like they were saying ‘We prepared this for you’.

“…”

Woojoo lost his words and stood there dumbfounded, while the cast started to giggle.

Hanjo, wearing a black Special Forces uniform, sat in the studio and burst into laughter.

He laughed for a long time, finding it funny.

Writer: Was it that fun?

Hanjo: Yes. No. Because Woojoo said with a serious face before entering the base.

He imitated someone’s expression.

Hanjo: From now on, it’s a game of wits. You have to try not to stand out with every action. If you get caught at the beginning, you’ll be caught until the end of the recording.

Writer: (Laughter)

Hanjo: But he got caught. (Laughing out loud)

The screen switched as they laughed.

Woojoo was standing in front of the tightrope walking course with a lost expression.