Chemistry

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Hong Kong, 04: 30 AM - Tuyen Moon Freight Wharf

Eight flashlights were moving around the harbor full of containers.

How far is the scout backup?

- ETA, three minutes. Watch out for flares in there. Sunglasses. You got your earplugs?

Vince grins bitterly at David's joke-like message from the communicator. Ashamed was the most accurate representation of Vince's current mood. Despite the fact that the technique was already known in the Berlin abduction case, it was disgraceful for the Operations Team Leader to lose his Ph.D. in the same way.

Who?

Vince is troubled by the question of Peter, the backup agent he's searching with.

"Well, kidnapping is not an Islamic extremist style.

I can feel you trying to avoid killing people just by looking at the technique.

Unless you intend to sow the hearts of your institutions, you intend to minimize useless activities.

I heard you also had a Ph.D. in Moscow. SVR must be moving, too, right?

When Peter mentioned the Russian intelligence agency, Vince shakes his head.

Less likely. You don't even know the existence of bioweapons. At best, they're investigating Natalia's disappearance.

It was the same with Vince until yesterday. We just assumed it was a crime of some terrorist group targeting dangerous substances.

A clue that a Korean chemist stumbled upon on a phone accidentally expanded it into a new weapon problem that could be infested with international politics.

- Vince.

A voice is heard from Vince's communicator, checking for an old container with a crack in it. Blake was protecting the chemist.

Uh, Blake. Is Mr. Hahn awake?

I'm stopping at the hotel and moving to where the parking levels were found.

What are you talking about?

- to help him find Dr. Amit.

Beevik followed David's voice on the other communication channel.

- Bravo Team, do you copy? Crap! Arrived. You're not wearing sunglasses. Will you wave to the southeast sky?

Vince raised his middle finger to the other side of the sky and then told Blake.

I admit to his chemical knowledge, but this is about tracking down criminals.

- I saw his face.

What?

Vince recalled the situation a few hours ago. The user is overwhelmed by flashbulbs and finds the target in the darkness. The weakling's optic nerve regenerative strength cannot be superior to that of an agent in a transport plane.

What did you see in that dark place? You're not even specially trained. Don't be useless. Go back to the safe house. 'Cause if David sweeps it out, it's gonna come back.

- We're almost there. Let me just check this out. Mr. Hahn's protection is now Charlie's business.

Vince pulls out his tongue after he's finished communicating. From time to time, Blake, who was assigned to the field as an informational analyst, sometimes acted as a trainee.

Knowing that you're tracking a CIA scout with a state-of-the-art reconnaissance plane, you could use the help of a civilian. Even if Lim Wu is a native living in the region, he doesn't know more precisely what's going on here than that multi-million dollar device floating in the sky.

Vince, there's a bio-response in the northeast container. He's not our agent. Range 270 yards.

Okay.

A SUV stops in front of the road into the harbor. Jungwoo, who was sitting on the passenger seat, stared at the abandoned passenger car at the edge of the road.

You ran away in this car, right?

Yes. Vince is searching the front pier right now.

Jung, who left the door, looked at the nine-man car with the license plate torn out and pulled the handkerchief out of his lap. A cotton swab, found inside 712, was shrouded in the remains of Dr. Amit.

Blake stands beside Jungwoo, searching for traces in a world enlarged by molecular field of view.

Can you smell it?

I'm trying.

Jungwoo takes the cotton swab to the tip of his nose and briefly smiles at Blake, standing there with a seminal expression. The smell that could be actually smelled in this place was more of a neat soap scent with a blade than Amit's body.

It was a much easier excuse to shake the cotton swab than to figure out the molecular structure of the scent and follow its trail.

Jung, who had studied for a long time, was able to find traces of molecules drifting along the way.

It looks like this way?

The direction Jungwoo pointed was the opposite direction, not the road that leads to the pier. Blake said, "Really? ’I became an eye.

Hold on.

Jung, who walked a little further ahead, found another trace on the path.

Yes, this way. I smell it. Shall we keep going?

Blake looks at Jungwoo with a thought. The one who's confident he'll find the unknown criminals against a CIA agent. In a place where it was difficult to get proper support, the judgment on the ground was solely hers.

Let me ask you a question.

Ah · · Yes.

How did you identify the intruder's appearance in the room with all the lights broken?

Jung scratches his chin. You have to make sure you catch it if you want to catch it. This cost us $2,000 an hour to consult.

My eyes are so bright at night.

I closed my eyes and opened them. Jung looks around Blake and says.

The newspaper underneath your feet says, "Weekly Hong Kong, May 16."

Looking down at the dark underneath, Blake finds a paper reflected in a faint light and shines a flashlight. Seeing the weekly magazine titled 'Weekly HK’, Blake was slightly surprised and looked at Jungwoo.

I think we should hurry before all the traces disappear in the wind. When the sun rises, the smell evaporates even in heat. What do I do?

Blake frowns at Jungwoo's mysteriously glittering gaze and firmly resolves. Grab a bag from the back of the SUV and Blake opens his mouth to Jungwoo.

Please guide me.

The two of them set out toward a small town with a lot of shops.

After a while.

Jungwoo, who was walking like a walk in the dawn wind, stopped.

The entrance is very dark.

Where?

Over there.

Blake's gaze touched the place on Jungwoo's fingertips.

A six-story mall on the other side of a messy alley. It was a gray, characterless building, with the exception of the complicated tangles on the rooftop.

Mr. Han, stay hidden.

Blake lowers his gaze and pulls something out of his bag. It looked like a telescope, but it had sophisticated machinery. She starts looking at the building with it.

You stay behind the wall, watching Blake do what he does.

Night vision or something? ’

I had a strange feeling that those with secret identities were actually using something for the first time, but I didn't just wait for it, so Jung also looked at the building with infrared vision.

People are only on the fifth and sixth floors. One on the roof.

"Oh, I see.

Yes?

Blake looks back at Jungwoo, muttering what he saw in the surveillance equipment. Jungwoo made excuses because he didn't want to.

I can see a man on the roof, haha.

Would you like to see the impression of people exposed outside? This button is thermal imaging. This button is light amplification.

Jungwoo looks at Blake's equipment. A blunt, low-resolution image was shown that was different from the sensation of seeing the wavelength of the infrared region.

‘The telescope lens is getting in the way. ’

However, I was able to check his face, so I looked at the one person who showed up on the roof. Jungwoo groaned briefly. It was because he slapped Vince on the back of the neck.

That's the man who kidnapped you.

Blake is surprised by this, too. He took the surveillance equipment back and checked the rooftop.

‘That's also possible to see. ’

Jungwoo closed his eyes again to check the sound waves and then opened. I held my cell phone in my hand and faintly reached out my left hand to the waves coming from the rooftop.

The forced sound echoes in my ears like a mosquito.

- They're almost there.

Jungwoo's ears are deafening because they mean this way.

- Come closer. Go, go, go, go!

Are you aware of our approach? ’

Meanwhile, Blake connects the surveillance equipment to a communications device, transmits the screen, and opens a radio channel with Vince.

"Vince, I found a man who looks like an intruder.

The sound waves have attracted the ears of Jungwoo to the voice of a small communicator fitted in Blake's ear.

- Are you kidding me?

Sending photos to David. If you run the database, you'll get an answer.

- I'm in front of a container where they're hiding. There's three of them inside.

Really?

Blake looks at Jungwoo. He winks at Blake as he looks back and forth at the dark alleyway entrance.

Trap! Stay Back · · ·

- Whoo-hoo!

Blake's communicator emits a sharp, dull noise. She catches her ear and bows her head, and Jungwoo is tired of the cold that passes through her eardrums.

Blake presses the communication button.

"Vince! What's going on?

There was no response to the dock team.

Jungwoo, who was in a hurry, focused his attention on the voice from the rooftop.

Hong Kong 04: 59 AM - Container

An entire team of operatives ambushed within 50 metres of a powerful low-frequency acoustic attack that erupted inside a dock door clutches their heads and rolls to the ground.

Vince realizes he was struck down by the harbor staff tied up in the container, but rests on his flat head.

Hong Kong, 05: 01 AM - gray building teeth.

- How'd it go?

The man who scouted the pier with a night-vision scope smiled in repentance.

Overpower All.

- It's gonna be pretty loud for a while. So why are you following me? Nice save.

Dr. Amit? Did you tell him where the agent is?

I'm sure they're from the lab, but they don't say what they mean. And say something weird.

A strange sound?

- You'll never make the bioparalytic diffuser you want to process.

What?

The man with a different complexion opened the rooftop door and jumped down to open the visit where Dr. Amit was being kept.

Amit, who was leaning against the wall tied to a rope, saw the man and flawed out.

Doctor, how do you know what we're going to make?

Amit's brow tightened as if he wouldn't say it. The man who pulled the combat lip code knife from his waist swung it and took it to Amit's neck.

Think carefully. We gave him seven hours to spare, and that's when his colleague came in. And that relaxation ended a minute ago. No one cares about a few cuts before we leave.

Amit trembles and opens his mouth as his blade slashes his skin.

"I don't know, I don't know! I just saw a crazy formula proposed by an ISTC advisor or something!

Advisory Board?

Same time.

Jung, who was collecting sound waves from the alley entrance, was flawed.

‘I think it's Dr. Amit screaming. ’

It was hard to understand because it was a sound wave vibrating from inside the thick building wall. However, only their position on the fourth floor of the sixth floor was accurately determined.

Mr. Han.

Blake pulls the radio out of his bag and sticks it out with the car keys.

I'm so sorry, but please bring the car to the front.

You have nothing to be sorry about. What about you?

You won't know it's here, so you'll have to go it alone.

You want to go in and fight?

Blake shakes his head with a pale smile, watching the snowy dusk.

It is reckless to enter without knowing the identity of the enemy, or the level of weapons you possess. We'll keep an eye out for reinforcements until they get here. If we move, we'll follow them.

Support?

You usually get hit by Delta Force.

Ah.

A spy, like 007, appeared to not exist in real life.

And never open the car door for anyone other than me. It's bulletproof. You'll be safe.

I will.

Just before returning to the road, Jungwoo wanted to share some information he overheard on the rooftop.

I think Dr. Amit hid the agonist. They haven't left yet to find it. Well, I heard about it before the flare, but now I remember.

Really?

Jung raises his hand to the fourth room on the sixth floor, looking at the building with the surveillance equipment again.

The wind blew, and there was a strong smell of Dr. Amit.

Is this the way?

More.

"Huh? You mean the three in the room?

Blake turns his head, his gaze resting on the back of Jungwoo walking through the alley.

He was a strange man. There were many inconsistencies in the process of finding this place by scent alone, such as tracking a search dog used by explosive ordnance, and confirming that the man you saw on the rooftop was the culprit. Moreover, Vince predicted the trap he was in earlier.

But I feel more trustworthy than doubtful. Why is that?

Hong Kong, 05: 13 AM - Tuyen Gate Freight Passage

Jungwoo rushes at full speed, his breath fills up to his chin, but he doesn't stop. I pressed the key to unlock the machine, and only took a hard breath after sitting in the driver's seat.

“Oh, I'm going to die. ”

I woke up a little dazed, but now I'm sure it's real. I'm in pursuit of an agent of beauty and some bad guys. If it was dangerous, it would be dangerous, but there was a thumping heart.

Jungwoo, who started the car and hurried around, stumbles upon his colleague on the side of the pier.

Captain Vince? ’

Boooong...

In reverse, Jungwoo stands in front of Vince, lowering his window.

Are you okay?

Mr. Han?

Vince recognized Jungwoo and became a curious face. Blake quickly explains the situation, keeping an eye on where he is.

· · Are you and Blake really the kidnappers?

You shrug your shoulders at Vince's unbelievable expression. Vince sits down on one side of the road and climbs into the passenger seat.

Peter. Repair the wounded and wait for communication at the Node. Send backup immediately to anyone who wants to be fine.

I understand.

Vince, who finished instructing his colleague, sends a signal to Jungwoo to leave.

Yuck.

The SUV stops in front of the road above the hill overlooking the gray building on the sixth floor. Jungwoo picked up the radio and pressed the send button.

Blake. We're here.

- Okay, hold it right there. Target has begun to move. I'm not in the car yet, so please follow me slowly.

Vince looks out the window at the voice coming from the radio.

Where is it?

Jungwoo opened his eyes and looked around and corrected Vince's head.

"Blake is over there.

Ah.

Dr. Amit is here. No, I just walked down the street. If you look up, it will appear.

Vince was somewhat surprised by Jungwoo's ability to find them moving through dark alleys, although it was still dawning.

There he is. See?

Vince finds the two men moving quickly with Amit tied to a rope and watches carefully.

Jungwoo looks at Vince bleeding from the right ear.

You look sick, but you don't need to heal?

I can't right now because my eardrum is torn.

Oops.

Vince, who took out the silencer 26 from the inside of his chest pocket and loaded it, told Jungwoo who sat with a tense face.

I have to go catch it.

Now?

There are no fewer than now in an ambush, since there are only two enemies. Pull over on the road ahead of them. Give me the radio. My comms are down.

Vince picks up the radio and orders Blake to block the rear.

Queek.

The SUV stops on a coastal road overlooking the sand. I was amazed as I watched Vince leaping out of the passenger seat door.

‘There you are, 007. ’

Hong Kong, 05: 30 AM - 500 m west of shoreline

A sleek boat moves forward, cutting through the sticky sea air. The boat was in violation of numerous other treaties, including international law, but the dozen mercenaries on board did not care at all.

A man with sun-kissed skin sitting on his belly heard the radio.

It's time to arrive. You see us, Willis?

- Too late!

I can't help it. The car is stuck.

The man laughs as he sees the blizzard emanate from the Twin Engines.

Are you kidding me?

I came back from dodging the chase.

- You need to get here fast. I knew one thing the boss would find very interesting.

Fun?

- There's a chemist who figured out the plan to combine the three objects.

Are you kidding, too?

- More surprising, Dr. Amit and Professor Jordan. He's already done what he tried to do by pressuring Natalia.

Hong Kong 05: 31 AM - Coastal Road

Blake, who was chasing the kidnappers, couldn't help but get nervous as he approached the uncommon coastline.

Supporting Vince on a solo mission.

Reconnaissance drove the sensors out of commission, and satellite support alone has limited information acquisition. Fortunately, I was in a position to hide and observe my enemies, but I had to be careful about operations with uncertain factors.

Beevik.

You hear a beep on the comms and hear the voice of David in the Situation Room.

- Blake, I got the data back from the pictures you sent me.

Really?

- Willis Dieto. He's a veteran with records from Afghanistan and Iraq. He's good with firearms and mechanics, and he'll do anything for money.

Not part of a specific organization?

- Nathan's under the impression he was hired.

The conclusion that Lim Wu's pursuit was 100% accurate led Blake's gaze toward the SUV that was stopping on the far coastal road. If it weren't for him, the enemy would have set a trap full of shame and the situation would have been over.

"Let's stay calm," she muttered.

Any additional support?

- The nearest port is in the Philippine Sea.

It took at least three hours for the U.S. elite troops to be deployed. This way, we have to do the best we can in the field.

Dental.

- We'll see you soon.

It was Vince's radio.

Go.

Jung, who was watching the situation in the car, swallowed a saliva.

An ambushed Vince with his body tucked close to the Dumpster.

Two kidnappers and Dr. Amit walk out of a house across the street.

And then the silent follow-up to Blake.

It was close to collision. My heart thumped as I sat in a bulletproof vehicle and watched.

‘Ew, I'm shaking. ’

Jungwoo, wishing the operation well, turns his eyes to the side for a moment and tilts his head.

A boat approaching with low bubbles from the other side of the sea. It was a typically steamed time to enjoy early dawn boating.

Jung, who was watching quietly, was surprised. The outfits of the people coming down the shore cliff are unusual. Especially that mask. A colleague of the kidnappers, apparently.

‘· · · What should I do? ’

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