"Hello. I am Doctor M. Cheng."@@@@


    I practiced introducing myself as Professor M. Cheng while looking in the mirror.


    My pronunciation wasn’t bad, and my voice sounded decent.


    But I looked far too young and stylish to convincingly portray him.


    There’s no way this would fool that suspicious gangster boss.


    However, with the right mix of resources, tricking him might not be as difficult as it seemed.


    I had several DVDs—on medicine, architecture, electrical engineering, construction, tailoring, survival skills, and even beatboxing—each containing knowledge I could use in isolation after the war.


    Among them, I remembered a lecture on internal medicine featuring a Chinese professor.


    In the short video, a doctor in a white coat explained internal diseases in fluent English. After reviewing it carefully, I realized his appearance was perfect for the role of Professor M. Cheng.


    I paused the video, pressed the print screen button, and pasted the captured image into Paint.


    This should be enough to fool even that paranoid gangster boss.


    I continued the work with momentum, but the loud rumble of a vehicle from the direction of the U.S. military base interrupted me.


    Through the periscope, I saw a jeep with its headlights on driving briskly in my direction.


    Click.


    Work was work, but security was security.


    I stepped outside and observed the jeep’s path.


    It was taking an eastern detour, crossing the bridge, and heading straight toward my territory.


    There was no doubt about it.


    They were coming here.


    Had they found me?


    I grabbed a recoilless rifle, two assault rifles, and three magazines, then headed to the decoy bunker.


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