Kwak Hanmuk’s mind went blank.
There was no need to doubt Samra’s statement or verify its truth. Samra did not lie.
Kwak Hanmuk immediately sprang out of bed.
Some time had evidently passed since the Clear, and he was dressed in his uniform rather than a hospital gown.
Those without serious injuries appeared to have been moved to hospital rooms first, while all available personnel focused on Han Goyo.
He hurriedly pulled on the combat boots beneath the bed and ran outside.
He knew the research division was located in the basement of the Gyeonggi Regional Office.
There was no time to wait for the elevator, so he headed straight for the emergency stairs.
The emergency stairwell at the Gyeonggi Regional Office was hollow at its center, with the stairs arranged in a rectangle around it.
The central shaft lay open from the top floor all the way to the basement.
With a whir, the prayer beads around his wrist wound themselves around the stair railing.
Kwak Hanmuk jumped straight toward the center.
The rosary extended in a rush, slowing his fall.
The moment he reached the basement, he flung open the door and entered.
The basement was in chaos.
Researchers were running here and there, shouting things, and some were fighting loudly.
It was even more crowded as personnel from not only the research department but also other headquarters came in.
Kwak Hanmuk grabbed the shoulder of the nearest researcher.
“What about Recruit Han Goyo?”
The researcher turned irritably, but paled upon meeting Kwak Hanmuk’s eyes and hurriedly led the way.
Kwak Hanmuk, who nervously followed him, finally met Han Goyo.
Han Goyo was submerged in preservation fluid.
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