It's 7:49 p.m.an international port of Busan.
Preparations for departure were in full swing at the dark dock. The 5,000-
ton deputy ferry showed its prowess in the flashing streetlight. The liner,
which runs once a day, will arrive in Shimonoseki, Japan, tomorrow morning.
The door was closed after the early boarding deadline. The crane, which finished the last shipment, also calmly withdrew. As if waiting, all the lights in the terminal went out, and the ferry was buried in the silence of the night. Only the bound ferry floated over the black-wave sea.
There was quite a different airflow inside. The only person who entered the assigned room early and lay down was a bundle. Most of the passengers were busy looking around the ship with excited faces. They gathered in
groups at a simple table in the hallway to drink, or capture every moment on camera.
Everywhere people gathered, there was a burst of laughter, and a unique atmosphere flowed on the cold-winded deck. The excitement and anticipation of the trip that is about to begin continues everywhere.
There was Kwon Taek-ju in the crowded place. The appearance of a casual suit and a suede jacket seemed far from a bundle. However, the expression of extreme weariness was no different from them. It certainly wasn't the look of the person who occupied the most expensive suite.
He sometimes checked the time by picking up his sleeve. A strange theft was felt in the eyes of the watch's second hand. Eight o'clock sharp. The throbbing of the departure cut the sea long. He went out to the balcony accordingly.
Standing on an independent balcony, he could see the lower deck clearly.
Tourists were still busy taking pictures. It would be difficult to get even one properly when it's this dark, but they constantly press the shutter. He watched the constant movement carelessly, and suddenly there was a small mechanical sound in his left ear. He hear someone's voice one after another.
- What do you think? How does it feel to be enjoying the romance of the night sea?
"It's not bad. It's noisy, it's hectic, and yet it's boring."
A low smile broke out from the communication device in his ear.
Meanwhile, Kwon Taek-ju's gaze was toward the deck. He carefully examined each passing person. There was no particular figure that stood out.
"Report."
- Both Kim Young-hee and Lee Chul-jin, senior members of the security department, both confirmed their boarding. Lee Chul-jin is disguised as a Chinese national. I think he will leave for China as soon as he arrives in
Japan.
Kim Young-hee has reserved a ferry departing from Shimonoseki tomorrow evening.
"Then we'll be in touch before we arrive."
He muttered to himself and slipped off the balcony. He is going to move on the other side of the communication device now. Kwon Taek-ju came out of the room as it was and answered while walking down the empty passage.
"Those who are good at hide-and-seek are bold."
If the targets were to contact each other, the chaotic time would have been the best time. It will be more noticeable to use it when there are few people.
He jumped down a couple of spiral stairs. A group of people gathered in front of the restaurant on the second floor. He checked each side as he passed by side.This time, no one stood out much. Kwon Taek-ju went down the stairs leading directly to the lobby on the first floor and gave a brief order.
"Call me."
The cell phone rang right away. It was left unattended so that the vibration would continue a couple of times.Then, he didn't answer until halfway through the middle of the stairs. While saying hello, he continued a serious conversation with the silent opponent. No one looked suspicious of him,
wandering aimlessly on the phone.
For some time, a woman passed behind her back. The collar of the cradled coat was very awkward. Kwon Taek-ju's deep eyes chased the woman silently.
The woman who crossed the information desk approached the vending machine next to the elevator. She stayed in front of him for a long time as if she were choosing something to drink. When another person came along the way, they gave up their turn.
The woman took out a 1,000-yen bill only after it became quiet again.
Despite her long worries, all she chose was green tea. The change poured out, and the drink fell with a dull sound. Pick up the drink quite naturally.
Then, he took the change carefully and came up to the second floor again.
Kwon Taek-ju pretended not to see the woman, and the woman was not particularly conscious of him.
- Target, approaching.
After the woman disappeared upstairs, the voice of the communicator called attention.
"Okay. See you later."
He pressed the end of the call button with an ordinary greeting. Around that time, a man walked out of a multi-person room behind the lobby. Wearing a navy-blue beanie, he strode to the vending machine.
He searches his pocket and takes out a coin, but he only looks through it, not a drink. It was an overly cautious attitude. After a long time, the man took a 100-yen coin to the slot.
Then, an arm burst out from over the man's shoulder. Then there was a cheerful click. It was a familiar noise.as raw as coins roll through narrow grooves.
However, in the hands of the navy-blue beanie, there was still a hundred yen coin. Him, who suddenly cut in line, even selected and pressed natural doxre drinks.
"...what."
It was next that the navy-blue beanie recognized the situation. The heavy canned drink rattled off. The navy-blue beanie usually grabbed Kwon Taekju's hand heading to the product exit in a hurry. He seemed embarrassed by the unexpected situation and made a screeching cry.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I don't think you can make up your mind because you're indecisive. If I wait endlessly, I'll stay up all day."
He responds brazenly with his hands held together. There was a deep sense of incompatibility in the fishy warped tone. There was no sign of apology anywhere in the face with a thin smile. He thinks he has been looking forward to this quarrel. Something, it wasn't good, a feeling of reluctance.
Instincts sense danger one step ahead of their head.
The dark blue beanie's eyebrows twitched. The anger of the moment is pushed out of the stiff face, and the nervousness. His breath grew even rougher. He even got a cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hey!"
The next moment, the navy-blue beanie reaches out to the vending machine.
He was trying to secure the goods first. Pull back the exit cover at once and pick up something that was lying inside. Kwon Taek-ju stepped on the cover without hesitation.
"Argh!"
A scream broke out from the man with his hand on the cover. Kwon Taek-ju looked relaxed as if there was a problem.
"You crazy punk!"
The man grabbed Kwon Taek-ju by the collar due to a series of provocations. His glaring eyes were quite sharp.However, Kwon didn't lift an eye. He just looked at his clothes and the man's face alternately. The man's brows are frowned upon by his strangely relaxed attitude.
He grabbed the man by the wrist who grabbed his collar. The relaxed movement seemed to imprint each of my actions on the other person. The flesh under the man's eyes wriggled. The eyes staring at Kwon Taek-ju were already looking down at his wrist. Even if he tried to ignore it, he felt a
ruthless force that he couldn't. At the same time, he felt certain.by no means hopeful.
Kwon Taek-ju murmured sarcastically as he looked back at the onlookers who had gathered.
"Oh, my. I hate getting attention. You understand, right, Lee Chul-jin? That's what everyone does in this line."
As soon as his real name was called, he could see through Kwon Taek-ju's identity. The man's face, stained with irritation, turned rapidly pale.
Passengers continued to flock and surrounded the two before they knew it.
The best of the spectators were the fight spectators, so there was a strange expectation for the faces who chased the disturbance. There was nothing better than to drag on more time. The mouse in the corner bites the cat. He didn't know what kind of sudden action Lee Chul-jin would take if he pressed more. If
civilian damage occurred, it would not be covered up with one or two written apologies.
He pulled Lee Chul-jin's arm close. At that moment, he burst into a pic-self-helpful laugh.
"...Girae, Gilcuman."
He's no longer trying to pretend to be himself, the identity is revealed, the agents have only two options. Suicide by taking the drugs he had prepared in advance, or escape even by force. It would not be possible to throw away the hard-won item, so it would be the latter this time.
Lee Chul-jin put his hand into his coat on the shovel. He snatched up his arm and grabbed him by the neck as he faltered. Then he put the back of his head on the vending machine.
The vending machine rattled with a thud. Lee Chul-jin also stumbled because of the shock. At that moment, he broke his arm and easily took away his gun. When a gun suddenly appeared, the onlookers who were
gathered withdrew with a brief scream.
Regardless, he kicked Lee Chul-jin's hip as hard as hard as he could.
Naturally, his body sank to the floor from his face. He can't come to his senses for a while, holding his head back one after another.
Meanwhile, Kwon Taek-ju pulled back the cover of the vending machine and took out the USB. The woman had left it behind. According to the intelligence, it would have contained high-quality information equivalent to state secrets.
"Please step aside for a moment! Wait a minute."
Then, a flight attendant came up through the sea. He seemed to have received a report. As he stared there casually, he suddenly heard a dreary self-talk.
"There is no law to search."
He turned his head to a foreboding. Immediately, his eyes met with Lee
Chul-jin. His eyes were shining strangely. He was surprised. He didn't miss the rope
that was lowered in front of him. "What's the matter with you at once", he jump at the flight attendant who asks.
"...Hehe!"
It happened in a flash. Lee Chul-jin wounded the crew's neck and pulled it.
In the other hand, there was a sharp weapon.
"Ahhhhaha
"Argh!"
Passengers are scattered in confusion on a flashing day. Kwon Taek-ju was
the only one who stood there.
Kwon Taek-ju chewed his lower lip like a habit. When things went smoothly, he used to feel rather uncomfortable. This is because
Chojangkkeutbal is called Gaekeutbal, and there are many cases where the aftertaste is not good. There was no room this time either.
Lee Cheol-jin carried the weapon with his hand wrapped around the hostage's neck. A violent scream broke out from the hostage. Kwon Taek-ju scratched his head as if he were in trouble.
"Pay it here."
Lee Chul-jin reached out his hand and demanded. A sad day clings closer to
the hostage's neck. Kwon Taek-ju only watched the scene and did not respond at all. Lee Chul-jin waved his stretched hand with a nervous look.
"Fly," he even screams. He's sick and tired of his every move and only the face of the hostage.
A sobbing breath rattled.
Kwon looked at the USB in his hand and threw it without hesitation. The
small USB fell to the floor after hitting the hostage's body. Lee Chul-jin,
who was trying to bend reflexively, quickly changed his mind. He let the hostage pick up the fallen object instead.
The hostage picked up the USB with his trembling hand. In a desperate crisis, his pants were soaked helplessly. Lee Chul-jin forced him to stand up and catch him, who could not even stand properly, as his legs were relaxed,
and began to take a step back little by little.
Then Kwon Taek-ju slowly moved his body.It was tightening the distance as Lee Chul-jin stepped down. It was a relentless move as if it did not care about the safety of the hostages. When he takes a step back, he comes up again. Lee Chul-jin's voice cracked badly in embarrassment.
"Don't follow me!"
But the threat didn't work at all. When he took a step back, he followed him one step without fail. A certain distance was maintained between the two, but the anxiety of the chase was indescribable.
"Stop it!"
"G, help me!"
The hostage rubbed his hands for mercy. The urine that had soaked his pants was now dripping to the floor. As if time had stopped for a while, both
movement and noise had stopped.
Lee Chul-jin took one foot back as if confirming it. Kwon Taek-ju followed
him again. It was crazy. His eyes did not seem to see the blood of the hostages.
"You little punk, can't you hear me say to stop?"