"Hey, Han Seo-ryeong!"
"Heo Chan-na, a North Korean defector, helped me."
"Don't shut that mouth!"
"And it turns out that your brother-in-law is a form er National Intelligence Service employee?"
Seo-ryeong laughed, and Jeong Pil-gyu's neck turned red and his eyes widened.
"What on earth are we going to do!"
"It seems that Mr. Jeong Pil-gyu is surprisingly pure and loving."
Suddenly she asked with a wry smile.
"Did you quit your job to take care of a North Korean defector sister and then get married?"
"There is no reason to listen any longer."
It was time for him to get up roughly and turn around.
"Don't you know that if Mr. Channa is suspected, his wife's hair will also be caught? She sits with her back turned. "My business isn't finished yet."
Jeong Pil-gyu heaved his thick chest and clenched his fists. There was deep disgust and wariness in his eyes as he glared at his soul. Seo-ryeong calmly accepted her murderous gaze and waited.
"What on earth do you want?"
"A job."
"yes?"
His furrowed brows instantly relaxed.
"I heard that the private company in Korea that doe s the most security for VIP customers is Blast."
"!...."
"I saw an article in which a person named CEO was interviewed. I heard that the Deputy Director of the N ational Intelligence Service personally presented an a ward at this year's cyber defense contest. "Blast was in charge of security at the event venue."
Seo-ryeong smiled normally, hiding her dangerous intentions.
"When I read a defense-related paper, it said that the company that the National Intelligence Service sub contracts to is also called Blast. "If we don't have enough hands for an operation, we use private companies appropriately."
"how... "Why are you looking for something like that?"
Jeong Pil-gyu, whose complexion had already returned to normal, crossed his arms.
"What do you want from me?"
"I told you."
Whether you use bodyguards or approach VIPs directly. What she needed right away was disguised employment.
"A job? Are you asking me to believe that?"
"Then you don't believe me?"
"....."
Jeong Pil-gyu tightened his chin. My fist clenched with arrogance, asking what I would do if you didn't believe me.
I thought of my wife, my young daughter, and my mean-spirited sister-in-law. If that woman really invo Ived Channa in her attempt to defect to North Korea...
Just thinking about it made my temples tingle. How ever, he pointed out the realistically difficult parts first.
"Blast only hires people with military skills. The targets include former members of the Ministry of Defense, former National Intelligence Service employees, for mer special agents, former intelligence agents, and re tired soldiers. But Seo-ryeong Han... ..."
He looked at me as if he was in trouble.
"You don't have any technology."
Blast is an affiliate of Sehwa Group, which ranks third in the corporate rankings. What started as a securit y guard for executives going overseas to receive cons truction orders grew in earnest after merging with af oreign PMC (Private Military Company).
Anera where even war is sold.
In a turbulent atmosphere, they have sent Blast sol diers to conflict areas such as Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan, UAE, and Nigeria over the past 20 years, and based on their accumulated performance, they have already become a leading military company in East Asia.
In addition to direct combat activities, they were providing a wide range of military services such as security, security, transportation, and investigation, and the contracts they received from governments of each country were as high as 100 billion won. Private compan ies have begun to cover blind spots that are difficult for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or the National Intelligence Service to cover.
Even the customer base was diverse. The moral sp ectrum spans from ruthless dictators, corrupt rebels, and drug cartels to legitimate sovereign states, huma nitarian non-governmental organizations (NGOs), and aid organizations.
Therefore, what the company needs are high-qualit y people with specialized skills...
"Mr. Han Seo-ryeong, what are you good at?"
There was only one thing that came to mind when Seoryeong heard those words.
"fat..."
"Please don't go as far as murder. "We have already crossed the line enough to defect to North Korea."
When he touched her forehead, Seo-ryeong calmly shook her head.
"No, housekeeping."
***
The solid iron cage rocked back and forth violently. Every time a prison guard passed by, naked people clung to the bars, swearing and banging on the bars.
A private camp in Cambodia where hundreds of pris oners are imprisoned in a small area of land.
The inmates were unable to wash, so their oily bodies became entangled together and they fought, killed, and even ate themselves.
In a place where there was no order or hygiene, onl y one person was lying down, leisurely looking out the window.
It's a cloud.
It looks just like an owl with big eyes.
He yawned, paying no heed to the inmates' frenzy.
I had been punching so hard that the blood hardene d on the bones on the back of my hand felt like it was the color of my skin.
Coming here to rest after completing a mission was an annual event. The man slept lazily, did not wash, and looked bored at the uneducated people fighting am ong themseles.
The deputy director scolded Lee Woo-shin for his eccentric behavior, but he was a person who was comf ortable in such messes.
Maybe I'm looking for a familiar atmosphere because I have no place to return to.
So acting out an ordinary life was so uncomfortable that I broke out in hives.
An office worker with a set commute time, and a loving and dedicated husband. A life where you have to sleep only on a soft mattress and eat breakfast regularly.
The more I thought about it, past and present, the more I laughed. The daily routine of having his wife, a housewife, wash his underwear was a very embarras sing task even for him, who had worked as an agent for ten years.
Also, what about the blind gesture of thinking that only 'Kim Hyun' is everything in the world? When I remembered that breathtaking affection, my face crumpled.
It would be better to cut off someone's throat, but holding that person's hand and taking a walk together...
He pressed his nails into the itchy skin. This is what he usually does when he wears a silicone mask for a long time.
I've been using it for a total of several days until today. The dull eyes blinked slowly.
"...ah."
At that moment, one of my molars started throbbing. The flat forehead that had been facing the sky was crumpled.
"I should have destroyed this a long time ago."
He held his chin and distorted one side of his face.
There was only one cause of toothache. Inside the molar, which was carrying a weak electricity, was adevice used by Black agents to report survival once a month.
If you press it hard, it reports survival, and vice versa...
Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. My teeth vibrated continuously. It was a certain rule, and also a password. My bones throbbed from the successive pain.
It was an emergency return order.
Lee Woo-shin handed the guard a rolled dollar bill. When I said hello to him and said that he had a good rest, the prison guard who had been working with me for several years showed his front teeth and showed me off.
The man who came out took off his mask as soon as he got into the car he had prepared.
Unlike the last operation, where I had time to replace it once in a while, this time I left it alone for a few w eeks and my skin turned red.
He immediately poured cold bottled water on his face. Then I opened the glove box and put the wireless in-ears in my ears. As I started the car, a damn familiar voice came out.
-Lee Woo-shin, return home as quickly as possible.
There were many adjectives attached to her. They oungest first deputy director of the National Intelligen ce Service and the only female executive. And that she is the strongest candidate for the next Director of National Intelligence.
In addition, he was an old boss who personally scouted Lee Woo-shin, who was a UDT special agent ten years ago.
"I only accept requests for accepting resignation letters."
-Two of our intelligence agents overseas died.
-Two of our intelligence agents overseas died.
"So, just because you didn't provide assistance, do you pierce the gums of the living like this?"
Wooshin Lee stepped on the accelerator without bli nking. Someone's death was no longer a special even t. He turned the steering wheel with one of his hands and massaged his stiff neck.
Come on in, come in and talk.
"It's a hassle to go in, and I'm tired of talking."
-I asked you to wait! Do you think it's easy to raise an agent like you? It's already the 10th year of drough t, and two people have died this time...! In a situat ion like this, do you think I would half-heartedly write 'personal reasons' and leave your molars hanging?
"So I explained it further."
Yes, by text. 'I suffer from mental illness.'
I could hear her taking a deep breath through the wireless receiver. In response, Wooshin Lee raised his eyebrows.
"So, I thought you were sane all this time?"