Awakened as a Superman

{ outsider }

United States Naval Special Warfare Development Group.

The most elite special forces unit in the United States, commonly referred to as the DevGru.

A man was walking inside the battalion.

He looks like he is wearing casual clothes after work.

Seeing him like that, the soldiers around him murmured.

“Hey, Andres is coming.”

“I’m alone again.”

He was originally an outsider.

But after being dispatched to the battlefield, it got worse.

I feel bad every time I see it for some reason.

“Why? You still have a friend.”

“Who? Commander?”

The one who keeps away from everyone around him.

But only the commander cares for him.

That’s why Andres is respectful only to the commander.

But I feel like that’s not the case because it’s just a commander.

Something seems sticky.

“You two went to war together. Isn’t that what you’re talking about?”

“Are you saying that you have a strong back?”

“What’s wrong with the rear. Commander, there are rumors that you’ll miss the promotion this time around.”

I don’t know what happened on the battlefield, but it seemed like something was happening.

So, even if you go to dispatch and get a promotion, you’re probably talking about omissions.

The colleague opened his mouth as if he understood what he was saying.

“Then the two of you went and did some nonsense? So it’s more sticky?”

“ha ha ha!”

Their conversation resonates loudly as if they don’t care whether the other person is listening or not.

But Andres just silently passed by them.

A sarcasm followed him for a long time.

* * *

As Andres sits down, the beer is immediately served on the bar.

Andrés slowly took the cup that was handed over to her without asking, and wet her lips.

A bitter cold that runs through the parched esophagus.

Now, after training, it is a pub that you naturally go to.

And, drinking beer like a habit.

There was no particular reason.

After becoming SEAL, it’s just like a routine I got into my body.

Nothing has changed since then or now as Devgrew.

‘… Do you have one?’

someone’s empty space.

Andres was about to fall into thought, when suddenly something hit his head and fell.

touk

Was it because he was interfering with his thoughts?

His eyes, which looked bored, open coldly.

Andres turned his head to the side.

What caught his eye were men holding dart pins.

What comes out to meet Andres’ gaze is the chatter of the opponent.

“Oh… I’m sorry! Is the pin broken? Why did it go the wrong way?”

“Your arm is broken. Hahaha!”

“Haha, did you get something right though?”

Their attitude is not at all sorry.

Andres looked back and looked back at them.

The dartboard is far away.

The faces of those who stare at you with a grin.

it’s an obvious rant

Andres got up from his seat and walked over to them.

Then, as if waiting, the men approached Andres face to face.

As they approached one arm apart, the three men surrounded Andres as if they were surrounded.

“Why? What? It looks like he’s in a bad mood… Evil!”

The man who was speaking from the front could not even finish the conversation and covered his face and bowed his head.

And at the same time, Andres moved one step forward.

With one movement, he evaded the fists that were fired from both sides, and then he slammed his fist twice again.

It is so fast that it is difficult to capture it properly even when viewed from the side.

Then the other two men also step back and set the new model upright.

Looking at them, Andres opened his mouth.

The tone that flows calmly.

“I think my arm is broken. I didn’t mean to hit you. Can you understand?”

“이 개새끼가!!”

It seems that the three of them weren’t all in the group.

Thousands of men in the pub started running from all directions.

Andres alone.

He continued to move so fast that he could not stand still for a moment.

Many-to-one unfavorable situation.

Rather than knocking them down one by one, it is better to move to a position where they will not give up their backs.

The men rushing after him as he swiftly passed up and down the table in the pub hall.

puck puck

The men who were hit by Andres’ lightning jab shake their heads and catch up again.

As he passes a billiard table installed on one side of the wall, a man grabs a cue table and swings it hard like a bat.

Whether he was trying to stop the fast-moving opponent, the trajectory was aimed at Andres’ body.

However, he momentarily lowered his body and as soon as the cue rod passed over his head, he grabbed the man’s arm and broke it right away.

Then, in an instant, the cue ball was held in Andres’ hand, as if it had been put together.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He threw the cue stick in all directions like a spear.

Thousands of men surround him and try to attack him, but a quick series of stabs doesn’t allow it.

At that moment, a man stepped on the pool table from behind and jumped into the air.

He lifts his legs up.

Then Andrés immediately turned around and lifted the cue stick she grabbed with both hands over her head.

A man’s down shot that hits the cue board accurately.

And in the meantime, Andrés pulled herself back again.

With the wall behind him, he raised the cue stand, which had been split in two, in front of him.

Men rushing towards the stopped opponent.

And Andres’ arms moving at great speed.

There seemed to be more sticks than numbers rushing at 180 degrees.

It was hard to believe the tremendous speed, but it was even more surprising that each hit accurately hit the opponent’s vital point.

Two sticks swayed like a gale and the men started running around.

Seeing that, the people behind them froze.

Because I realized that I needed a different method to get rid of such a bastard.

But before they could take any other attempts, a new version of Andres flew into them.

The situation was quickly cleared up.

Only moans mixed with the flowing music filled the pub.

“Dog…”

A man was sitting right in front of Andres, looking up.

The guy who hit his head with a dart pin earlier.

Cold eyes looking down at such a man.

A cue table in two in Andres’ hand.

The broken end is so sharp.

The nape of the man’s exposed neck.

As strength enters Andres’ arms, a voice rings in his ear.

[Andres. Killing an ally is a problem. that i can’t stop Never kill your allies!]

The sharp tip that was shot towards the nape changes the trajectory.

“ね….”

The opponent who was hit hard by the collarbone collapsed on the floor.

Andres looks around.

I didn’t kill those who attacked me.

Because it’s not the general public.

They all feel professionally trained.

‘Soldiers.’

The new priesthood engraved in my mind.

‘Commander… .’

The main character of the voice that popped into Andres’ head.

Then the commander showed up.

* * *

‘Andres… .’

Devgrew is where only the best of the U.S. Special Forces gather.

He is by far the most outstanding of them all.

So, that ability alone is enough to earn the respect and envy of colleagues.

However, after joining Devgru, it was Andres, who occasionally made a spur of the moment during the operation.

So, he was able to complete the operation easily, but because of that, he became further away from his colleagues.

Because you acted outside of the previously agreed upon operation.

Troops hate Andres.

As a squadron commander, he could understand the feelings of his subordinate troup commanders and team leaders.

Even though Andres was the person he had personally chosen, because he sympathized with them to some extent.

Teamwork is more important than anything else.

However, it is not compatible with Andres.

Although he is far superior to others, all the other members of the unit are also excellent.

It’s not exactly what he needs.

So, from the perspective of the troops, it would seem a better option to exclude Andres.

It would feel more stable to remove the sudden variable from the operation.

‘So that’s why I took him to the operation where I was dispatched myself… .’

Soldiers strewn all over the pub.

“Awesome. Highly recommended.”

Despite the voices coming from the side, the commander did not look away and just looked at Andres.

And soon, his cold gaze stared at this side.

* * *

The two were caught in Andres’ sight.

The person next to Commander is the first face he sees.

Andres bowed his head politely to the commander.

Then the man next to him looked at him with an interesting face.

he seemed to know

That’s a courtesy to the commander’s individual.

It is not at all a sign of understanding for the use of such violence.

When the corner of the man’s mouth rose slightly, the commander’s mouth opened silently.

“Andres, your country needs you.”

Andres’ eyes stared at the commander’s face.

He was the one who brought me to Devgru when I lost my direction in life and wandered.

The memory of that day comes to Andres’ head.

He told me that day too.

To myself who shed tears.

[Andres. The country needs you.]

[Everyone makes mistakes.]

[Anyone can get sick. So are you. This can get better with treatment.]

[Today, only you and I know.]

[This is an order and a request. Andres. Don’t take your life lightly. You are the treasure of your country. Give your life for your country.]

Just like that day, the commander said.

“It is a command and a request. Andres.”

Andres nodded.

* * *

car moving away.

The commander, who was left alone, stared at his back for a long time.

Andrés left with someone from the intelligence community.

‘… .’

I still vividly remember what happened that day.

He suddenly appeared in his room at dawn with a knife soaked in blood.

It was Andres who went to the local village before dawn and killed everyone.

In the dark, with one knife, without a sound.

And I came here to sleep.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

The commander’s cold rationality judged the situation in an instant.

He doesn’t get along well with his troops like the Outsider, but he’s the best of the best.

Losing him in such an event is a huge loss for the country.

Mental illness needs treatment.

Before dawn that day, a massive bombardment fell on the slaughtered village.

The country denounced it as a false bombing of a private house, and the United States countered that there was evidence that it was the base of the rebels, and the case was buried.

And, of course, the U.S. military’s own investigation was carried out later.

‘… .’

That ended my military career.

Because of the discipline imposed, he would never be promoted in the future.

‘Andres… If you go there, you will be able to adapt well.’

But there were no regrets.

This is solely for the country.

And it is also a virtue of a commander to take care of his troops more than himself.

I did my duty.

* * *

An area with strict boundaries.

Andres walked into the building with no windows.

Then the attention poured on him.

The men who were sitting in their seats looked at them.

Andres felt something in the eyes that met.

‘Everyone, me… Are you of the same kind?’

The commander’s face suddenly comes to mind.

‘This is where I should be… .’

just one thing

What is it really for?

‘Did I say An-Nu?’

Andrés sat down moderately with the thoughts that popped into her head.

After a while, the three appeared in instructor uniforms.

“Everyone worked hard to get together. We are the instructors who will roll you hard in the future.”

But the atmosphere of the left who doesn’t bother them at all.

Someone giggled and opened their mouth.

“You’ve gathered only monsters. But do you need more training?”

Then a voice quietly came from the side.

“Are you trying to catch that An-Nu terrorist group?”

“But still. Isn’t this too much? Kuk.”

Then the loud laughter came out.

“Hahahahaha! A monster?”

The instructor was standing in the middle of a big smile.

He took a step forward and approached the one who had stuttered at first without any tension.

Then, the opponent got up and raised his head as if he was going to do something.

At that moment, the nerves of such a man are momentarily dispersed.

Suddenly, the instructors behind them quickly pulled out their guns from their waists and aimed them.

‘yes?’

The man instinctively checks the crosshairs and bows down, but the instructor’s knee in front of him suddenly springs up and strikes the man’s chin.

puck

A man who holds up even when it goes right into his chin.

As he was about to set up the new model, the instructor’s rough hand slammed him into the floor and pressed him.

“Profit!”

The instructor looked around with stern eyes.

But they don’t flinch.

The instructor opened his mouth.

“You guys are monsters? You guys aren’t predators! Predators. They’re just prey! There’s absolutely nothing to be weak about. If you go in front of them, you’ll be busy peeing and running away. That’s your level now.”

The eyes of the men looking at them changed.

Feeling that, the instructor grinned.

“Here you will go through hell. And you will be made and march on. To trample predators. Like a herd of bison trampling down lions.”