Agent Black does not leave any official documents, but in reality, Lee Woo-shin was the cornerstone of the Overseas National Interest Intelligence Departmen tled by the First Deputy Director.
The field support team that helped him changed from time to time depending on the mission, but Lee Woo-shin was always the same.
Member of the unofficial first team of the Overseas National Interest Intelligence Service. There was only one person on his team, Lee Woo-shin.
"Even in my personal time, I don't do anything with out a silicone mask. "I wonder if there is another bastard like me."
_...
He grinned, pleased with the conductor's silence.
"I thought it was an occupational disease, but the hospital said it was an obsession. If I don't fix it now, I'l I be an asshole who tears my face off later. Ah, for so me reason, every night, an egg ghost with no eyes, nose, or mouth looked at me in a creepy way."
Unlike his stern voice, he grinned silently. His red tongue gently traced the smooth edges of his lips. It looked extremely light and defective.
"And I can't spy any more anyway. "I got a tattoo."
-what?
After all, Agent Black's body must be clean. It was a kind of unwritten rule to keep the body as a blank slate so as not to be identified as 'one person'.
In particular, since they create fictional characters bpy adding or deleting visual information, they often take a calculated approach to hair shape, fingernail length, and even the stories behind scars.
Agent Black has tattoos on his bare body...! It was about breaking a taboo. The conductor responded, trying hard to hide his agitation.
_is it permanent or semi-permanent?
"Forever."
_Man, it's okay. It also covers scars, so why can't a tattoo cover it up?
"It was done on the penis."
_Let me say it again.
"Why are you making me do something embarrassing again when I clearly heard it?"
When he answered hesitantly, the conductor gritte d his teeth. Lee Woo-shin added happily even though he clearly knew what was going on.
"I won't be able to do anything carelessly from now on, so what should I do?"
-Whew... It covers up scars well, so why can't a tattoo cover it up?
"But you can't have sex with the target."
_!
"If someone were to sweep it up or put it in their m outh and suck it, they would notice right away"
-Lee Woo-shin, you crazy bastard!
The conductor, who had been patient, finally let out a thunderous roar.
Lee Woo-shin only furrowed his eyebrows as the voice pierced his eardrums, and turned on the wipers with a very happy expression. And with a refreshing smile, he watched the long stick moving back and forth across the bare, dry glass window.
-What do you do with a body that belongs to the s tate? What and where do you do it? Are you crazy?
"At this point, I'm starting to get confused as to whether he's a conductor or a pimp."
-Close your snout, you bastard!
My boss was definitely resourceful, but he also had a stubborn side.
Since all agents are the property of the nation, they should not harm or abuse their bodies carelessly, but on the contrary, I also thought that they should sacrifice their bodies on behalf of everyone.
Intelligence agents were required to be honest, mo del citizens, and patriots, while also having a dual per sonality that allowed them to do dirty work such as tailing, surveillance, trickery, blackmail,
assassination, a nd wiretapping.
The deputy director upheld that contradictory stand ard as a lifelong belief, and made sex an essential part of Operation Bird Box. Approaching a lonely and tired woman was itself a deception based on sex appeal.
Of course, Lee Woo-shin accepted it coldly. It was my first time doing this kind of mission, I had never s ucked a woman to the point where her flesh shriveled, and it was all my first time in my life.
-Are you really going to hit me? Are you doing this because you really want to quit? Not another guy, but you?
"Where have you been taking my words until now?"
-There's no way you can quit.
"If you don't want to give me my face back, then just leave it at that. "I will pray for the souls of the dead."
Of course, the deputy director did not believe Lee Woo-shin, who had been harassing people by saying he was resigning. Because he....
-you... You don't need that document anymore? You just watched that one thing and endured it all this time. Are you going to give up like this?
The voice that was scratching at the person in confusion suddenly cuts off. An old inflammation of unkno wn origin suddenly burst out of his eyes, which had always been playful.
The expressionless face quickly revealed a rough, bare face. Terrible boredom that stagnates like pitch-black sewage. It was his real face, hidden beneath the skin.
"I didn't give up."
He just stared quietly at the dried blood on the bones of the back of his hand.
What Lee Woo-shin wanted as a condition of beco ming a black agent of the National Intelligence Servic e was a confidential document with the highest level. His boss, Joo Seol-heon, who was a second-level leader at the time, scouted him and made a contract to s omehow obtain the document.
However, even now that she was promoted to director with unprecedented speed and became the young est deputy director, she was unable to access the doc ument. This was only possible if she became the head of the National Intelligence Service.
"It's just that, as ten years have passed, this one became the egg ghost first."
-Is this still a pun?
"Even though I lived with an owl, I failed."
The voice had a subtle smile, but it was sharp. The operation was a success, but the results were insufficient. The owl, which had been the only clue, was now useless.
"I've got nowhere to vent my anger, so I'm going to show off my anger. Isn't that so weird?"
-So, you're craving me now. This spoiled bastard.
The conductor muttered without hiding his fatigue. Lee Woo-shin looked lithe and lithe at first glance, but on the inside he was cunning and mean. She smiled shamelessly and was already an expert at tearing people down.
"Anyway, it's either the deputy director or Wonchang. "Still, I have to keep the funeral will."
As he gently closed his dark eyes, the popular car s uddenly started shaking and smoke began to rise from the bonnet.
Oh, fuck... A low curse word flowed from her gent ly smiling face.
"I can't do much relief work. Then hang up-"
It was the moment when I stopped my broken-do wn car on the shoulder and tried to pull out the in-ears.
-Okay, I got it! Quit, you can quit!
The conductor shouted urgently.
-Instead of...! The mission the dead guy was going to do, you can do it instead. Then I will try my best to break through somehow. There is only one step left for me to reach the head of the National Intelligence Service.
"..."
-I'm serious, you can stop. Still, I'm saying that you should do the Hanpuri properly and leave.
Lee Woo-shin picked up the bottled water that had been thrown carelessly on the passenger seat and gul ped it down. The mokuldae, which moved up and down ceaselessly, was heavy.
-You can take your face back and use it.
The empty water bottle was completely crumpled.
The first thing I lost when I became Agent Black wa s my name and face. The plainer the agent's face, the better. He was a more capable agent than others remember.
However, because Lee Woo-shin's physique and face did not resemble an Asian, the imprinting effect was too strong. Her striking face soon became a weakness, so she erased it for ten years.
But now that it's time to quit, I'm giving it back. Should I call this rude, or should I say thank you?
A dry laugh escaped me. A much bigger wave hit him than when he forcibly vibrated his molars. The blood soaked in dopamine quickly circulated through the blood vessels as if it had no choice.
"Without a fucking mask?"
-without.
"To Lee Woo-shin?"
-Just as Lee Woo-shin.
My name, spoken for the first time in a long time, felt unfamiliar, as if it were someone else's. Neverthel ess, the conductor agreed to everything as if he was surrendering. Lee Woo-shin narrowed his eyes and made a suspicious snort. But it was a very attractive offer. His wet lips rose smoothly.
"At one point, they said it would pop up and never happen."
He buried the back of his head deep into the heads eat.
-You're a quarter, so you need a mask like that.
Lee Woo-shin's real mask.
His half-closed eyes twinkled mischievously. After all, it was a mission that could be attempted because it was the last.
-Have you ever heard of buying a blast?
***
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***
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