Chemistry

All the gazes that were surprised by these words turned to Jung Woo.

If you look at it with those eyes, the effort to silence the voice is ruined.

I turned my eyes to draw the voices of those who stood guard.

- When's your shift? I'm tired.

Shouldn't Ross' team go out and sleep instead?

I didn't doubt it yet. Jung keeps turning his head toward them.

Planning is simple. Blowing up the finished samples right here. and it's going to spread to the basement. The air purification facility will spread the word.

Finished products are not easy to clean with a first-class filter. KG chemistry's awesome purification system. Anyway, the radius of one kilometer will be completely disabled as soon as it explodes.

Blake turns his head to the side and bites small.

It's all good, but when the EOW explodes, we all collapse.

That's why I need everyone's help. So that combination that I wrote down, you have to make a finished sample in time, because I also have time to make an antidote.

Professor Jordan's eyes are wide open.

Antidote?

"Yes, as long as you've seen how to block nerves, it's not hard to make antidotes in reverse.

Nonsense. You can concurrently make the worst bioweapon and the antidote? How do we know you're trying to screw us over with that guy from before?

Please check this combination first. Someone's coming.

Glug.

Since the lab door was open, Jungwoo quickly released the sound waves he had collected.

Wallace comes in and yells.

What are you whispering about? I told you not to do anything suspicious.

As Willis approaches, he grabs the beaker Jungwoo is holding. Jungwoo raised his hands and said.

If I touch it wrong, I breathe.

What?

It's a paralyzing ingredient in the lungs. Before the purification, it's dark. No Liability.

Wilrus, surprised by the sheep, places it on the table because it was a beaker that felt something hot.

Remember to keep an eye on her.

As Willis whips his back out, Jung sighs a small sigh of relief.

Jordan turns his eyes to Jungwoo, who is still watching the monitor.

The use of catalysts for the bonding of nanostructures and agents?

You can put anything in, but the process is hard. The same context as the Fulleren carbon structure, so the catalysts will do the same.

Jordan's arm clasps his chin and stares through the monitor. He looks up at the magic combination of the three new materials, admiring the beginning of the task.

"Hey, what can I do for you?

Jung smiles thankfully at Jordan's words. Robert also put down the beer bottle and asked.

It's just me. I have to help you with something. Call it a cup run.

Blood bruising all over my body took me four hours to get over it. Jungwoo poured 0.01 mL of the solution into the spot with shaky fingertips, then shaking his head as the sweat fell from his forehead pierced his eyes.

‘Oww, it stings. ’

I worked with tears because I had no way to do it right now. Then Zec, and a cloth gave me a glimpse of the eyes of the Jungwoo.

Ah, Blake. Thank you.

Blake whispered as he wiped all over Jungwoo's forehead with a clean cloth.

Voice Block. Can you do that now?

Hold on.

Jungwoo carefully places the test tube and pulls the beaker into his hands as if he were continuing to work.

Never mind.

When the EOW explodes, how long will the disabling last?

Jungwoo saw the tables Jordan and Natalia were working on.

Concentration is high, so I think it's about 3 hours.

If that's true, there's enough time for the Philippine year's elite troops to arrive. Are you sure?

Yes. But if you are an elite troop, Deltaphos as mentioned before?

The Navy Seal.

Ah.

Jung, who didn't know the difference between the two, just nodded.

She wipes away the sweat and examines the solution in the test tube using a molecular field of view.

‘The antidote is almost ready. EOW is not yet.’

He sent a whispering sound wave to Robert, who had less than 20 minutes before the promised time came. Robert listens quietly and nods.

Approaching Jordan and Natalia, Jung hurries to help with the task.

Natalia calls for friendship because she has one question as she finishes working on a diffuser combination.

Dr. Han.

"Oh, I'm not a doctor. Just call me Mr. Hahn.

My diffuser needs a switch compound, which is a catalyst, which is not in this formula. How do you want to get the first reaction?

I'm going to use plasma energy.

Jungwoo smiled brightly, reminiscing about the lightning. Jordan gives Natalie the test tube with the nanostructure.

Natalia. 97.87% pure solution. It's hard not to have more equipment than this.

Uh, Professor.

Jungwoo took the test tube for him and lifted a finger.

One minute. I'm going to try a catalyst to evaporate hydrogen compounds. And I think I can pull it up by half a percent.

Isn't that in the formula?

I just remembered the professor's work.

Huh.

In the United States and Russia, two chemists who went to the labs with the best technology in their own countries were left with no choice but to stare at the young chemist shaking like a cocktail with a test tube in both hands.

I moved without rest for 4 hours because of Jungwoo's instructions about what I was attracted to.

Three test tubes were assembled in one place, leaving about 10 minutes and ready for binding.

Mixing the inertia agent in the nanostructure and infusing it with a diffuser solution, the blue crystals began to burn from the inside out.

Profit.

After the reaction where all moisture evaporated, a drop of blue crystal remained in the test tube like liquid.

Whew.

Everyone looked back at the Jungwoo that put it in a sealed container and placed it on the table.

Well Done.

Jordan shakes his head at the unbelievable result. Natalia also watched EOW with a wet expression.

Robert puts five bottles of beer on the table.

Come on. Gather round, gather round. Thanks for the hard work. Let's start with the neck.

All caps are different. Jungwoo catches the bottle first in Robert's suggestion to drink.

For now, it's a success.

Robert raises his bottle and gives a toast. In the meantime, I felt something in the air flow, and the other three also heard a beer bottle.

While everyone was swallowing beers, the glass door opened and a scar man led the mercenaries in.

"Oops. I think it's time to celebrate.

The eye of the scar man was toward a thumb-sized sealed container.

Is this a sample?

Yes.

I saw Jungwoo, the scar man who was looking carefully at the liquid in the container giving a brilliant light.

Tell me what you need for mass production, and Wilrus here will get you some.

How long will it take you to free us?

Test whether it is real or not. Vincent, send him back to prison.

Jungwoo grabbed the beaker next to the beer bottle.

Let's do the test right here. It works, of course, but...

What?

Parker.

An electrical current flashed in a sealed container.

The triggered reaction was split into nanodust with blue light sensitivity, spreading the inert agent everywhere. Shorter than when the blink of an eye divided into a hundredth of a minute, the nano dust spread with enormous intensity.

The scar man was wounded throughout his hand by a piece of a punctured, exploded sealed container, but his whole body was paralyzed and collapsed on the floor without any pain. Even Vincent, who tried to bite Jungwoo's neck while spitting out insults. And Willis, who fell on his knees. The mercenaries who saw the scene and lifted their rifles collapsed almost simultaneously.

Even those who stood on the edge of the lab rolled the floor without even realizing that the first scar guy collapsed.

‘Whoa, that's awesome. ’

The effect was called the end of the war.

Pibbybicks.

Laboratory ventilation systems that detected hazardous water exposure aspirated the diffused EOW.

Jungwoo closed his eyes and opened them.

Heat of people being sensed through layers. If this were the first floor, there would be at least three more floors up, and the group would be more than a hundred people. The EOW, which spread out in the vents, saw them all collapse.

I think we're done. Let's go, now.

Jungwoo led the way and opened the lab door.

Robert can't hide his surprised eyes from the fallen.

This much for a drop. How much value do we have to give them?

"I've heard of dozens of ICBMs.

You're crazy. You can't even trade with a Swiss account.

A deal?

Robert clears his throat and reaches out to the air to catch the invisible EOW.

Then Blake picks up his rifle from the mercenary and stops as he readily checks the magazine.

Mr. Han's assistant handles guns pretty well.

Blake sees Robert in a shooting position with a rifle strap around his shoulder.

I have a side business.

Businessman or Soldier?

Sort of. I track down illegal arms dealers like you. So don't touch anything. Just go outside quietly. Everything in here is gonna be evidence.

Robert hisses at the sound, and shuts up.

Philippine Sea 03: 29 AM - USS Gerald Aircraft Carrier

Vince, who was waiting nervously in the captain's office, paused after holding his hand because the satellite phone rang. It was Blake's unique contact number.

Blake?

I need you to contact the harbormaster and send troops to the coordinates you're calling right now.

What happened to you?

- It's a long way to go. I've been looking for a satellite phone for half an hour, so if we don't get reinforcements back soon, we're gonna be in trouble.

Vince looks at the map on the table, checking the coordinates, and his eyes widen.

It's a Philippine military area. We can't just go there.

- Operational authority, right? But this is a bioweapon manufacturing plant. There's about a thousand carbon-fiber carbons stacked up to paralyze the power plant. There are more chemical weapons in the anti-combustion rounds than that. It's like the largest chemical arsenal in the world. Why would the Philippine government notice? If the government had accepted this, it would have been a bigger problem.

Vince's mouth snaps open. As Blake reported, it was a matter that could be inputted without the need to think about complex diplomacy issues.

What is the Boundary Scale!

- No, I don't.

I didn't think Vince heard you right.

- Lots of hired mercenaries, but they're all asleep.

Uh, how?

- Just send it. I'll explain on the way. You wake up late.

Philippines, 05: 13 AM - Island Mercenary Base on Mindo

Jung, who sat on the roof, looked at the rising sky and yawned loudly.

Located on the hillside, it was an old military warehouse. Built in the early days of World War II, Blake explained that it would initially serve to store major supplies.

There are quite a few mercenaries who use Southeast Asian roots this way. The boss guy was a Camos mafia named Paulo di Lauro, when David ran the data. Being an organized criminal.

As the sound that ordinary people didn't need to know continued, Jung fell asleep and shook his head and quickly listened. When the Special Forces arrive, I can rest in peace.

‘Until then · · ·'

My whole body aches, and in the meantime, I'm nervous enough to make EOW and an antidote, and I'm not tired. Jungwoo shakes his head, touching Blake's shoulder, and opens his eyes in horror.

That Blake. I'm sorry, can you slap me again?

The shock therapy that brought back the power of the moment of crisis. Blake smiles faintly as he looks at the sunset.

It won't work if your mind is already ready.

"Oh, really? Then don't mind me.

Blake's two blue eyes quietly look up at Jungwoo. As a result, the incredible ability of that chemist, who had become the sole occupant of the base, was strange and surprising. I had a feeling when I first saw him. That's not wrong.

Jung turns his head blank, and in the morning, his gaze settles on Blake's bright sunny eyes. Just like the brilliant color of the EOW, I looked at it for a while.

Mr. Han. I can't thank you enough for covering for me as an assistant.

"No, I said it because I thought I'd take it out of the lab.

Everything I did inside. There's a lot of things that I don't logically understand about writing reports.

You can only live by the logic of the world. I have nothing more to say than what I just said. because there are some things that chemistry doesn't quite make sense. If you don't want to talk about it, tell him you met a superpower.

Blake smiles slightly at Jung Woo's gawking face, covering his mouth with a chuckle. Maybe it's because I'm drunk. Blake said without her knowing.

Shock therapy is not just pain.

Yes?

Kiss.

A light flashes through Blake's slowly approaching face. The face of an attractive special agent one inch ahead. I didn't have time to avoid it.

Stop.

As I moved my head, my forehead and forehead hit my tongue. Blake gripped his forehead with a groan of ‘ouch’. Jungwoo also urgently asked, holding onto his forehead.

Are you okay?

"Hmmm. If you don't like it, let's just say it.

"Well, that's not the kind of body I can kiss. Some people are getting ready to hang out.

Behind the rambling Jungwoo was a heavy MH-47E special helicopter.

Two or two!

After a large helicopter, it reaches Blackhawk, and Jungwoo's head returns on its own. A pair of rotary wings and a rumbling sound from a powerful turbine engine echo across the room.

Wow.

Two high-speed assault vehicles were transported by helicopters through the forest in Jungwoo's vision of awe of its own intimidation. A member of the arriving elite troops is located throughout the base.

Tyrrick.

Blake's satellite phone rings.

Vince?

- I can see it. Nathan has a message for the chemist next door. Give me a second.

Mr. Han.

Jungwoo picks up Blake's satellite phone.

- Director Nathan. I would like to thank you on behalf of the ISTC.

"No worry.It's all paid for.

- I'm sorry?

Advisory. I'm still like that.

- Ah-ha-ha. That's right.

Is it over?

- I just need a little help with a follow-up. I found something new during my investigation. I've got an information room in the harbor.

If you can calculate by that time, I don't care.

A massive helicopter breaks through the wind and stops on the roof. Blake raises his arm to his feet.

The bed in the harbor should be comfortable, right? ’

Geneva, Same Perspective - an underground bunker with little or no external light.

A man who was watching the CCTV footage inside the base that a U.S. Special Forces unit came in struck the table.

Paulo. Can't manage it?

With his tongue full, he gave a satisfactory glance to the only piece of information that was recovered.

Complete combination.

The young chemist who was just on a military helicopter was clearly 0.1% of what he called a genius. In the meantime, the black screen only appears, making sure that the Special Forces have located communication devices being transmitted externally.

Too bad. I would have talked to you if I was next to you.

Jiaying.

The phone in my pocket rang and I held it in my hand.

[Start the conference. Where are you?]

Waking up in place of a colleague's text, he clears out his wardrobe and steps out of the underground bunker.

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