Chemistry

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North Pacific 09: 03 AM - USS Gerald carrier

Thump, knocking on the door knocked the head of Jungwoo who was unconscious on the bed fell off the pillow. I turned my eyes around to find out where this place was and realized that it was in a crude cabin.

‘I fell right down in the shower. ’

He said he was taking a short break, but he slept for almost 3 hours. As I get up, the joint joints scream.

Mr. Han.

He hurriedly put on a clean shirt prepared by the CIA for outside calls. After opening the door, Blake in a suit greets Jungwoo.

The meeting is ready. How are you feeling?

Better move than riding in an upside down car twice.

Blake smiles lightly at a light joke and starts walking ahead. Jungwoo, who finished filling the buttons on his shirt, asked her.

Am I late?

No.

The place I arrived on foot was a strategic conference room inside the harbor with the words "restricted area."

Just before opening the door, Blake looks back at Jungwoo.

You know, every meeting that goes on in here is a security measure. You may be penalized in the event of a breach.

Uh · · · Does the means also include the physical?

It's almost a state. The perfect security is compulsory silence.

Jungwoo nods his head loudly to keep the secret.

Military communications equipment and monitors are deployed everywhere.

The middle-aged man on the video communication monitor turned his eyes to Jungwoo, who was sitting in the corner, as intelligence officer and CIA Operations Team Leader Vince were sitting on the round table talking.

- Welcome, Mr. Hahn.

Nathan greets everyone in the room, looking at Jungwoo. Jungwoo suddenly got the attention and quickly bowed his head with a nice smile.

- Looks like we're almost done with the briefing. David, is the secure line down?

- Yes, sir.

- Colonel Kernel. Vince, let the meeting begin.

As the voices on the screen ended, video communication participants from the US mainland situation room showed up on a large monitor on the wall.

Jungwoo looked at them without much emotion because he didn't know who they were, and his eyes widened as Blake explained in a low voice.

Deputy Director of the CIA, Deputy Secretary of Defense, Joint Intelligence Director, Deputy Commander of the Joint Special Forces · · · · · · ·.

They were the key personnel who made me get into a posture by myself. His arms and legs cooked, but Jung straightened his waist and listened to the meeting.

- The main culprit in the kidnapping of a new material developer, Paulo, has been pushed out of faction fights inside the Chamos organization for the past two years, occupying an old military warehouse and selling chemical weapons to criminal organizations around the world.

- No significant activity compared to the amount of weapons you have. Was he dead before? What are the chances of a partner?

- It looks high. According to my advisory board, some of the weapons we found in the factory needed technology that we couldn't manufacture in the facility. Following this information, we acquired a status quo with RB's key personnel while identifying the manufacturing routes for the weapon.

The Red Brigades? I can't believe we got a mob factory and a bunch of crazy terrorists involved. It's a sore scale.

The only things going back and forth from the meeting were the stories in the hard world that had nothing to do with Jungwoo. Then there was a natural yawn, and I had to shake my head to the left and to the right to chase after it.

More than 20 minutes passed.

This is a development record during the recovery of the erased data from the machine at the manufacturing plant.

You don't know what you're developing?

- Technical team didn't recognize it because it was only partial.

The data that came up on the screen of the boring car was a bunch of formulas that were familiar to Jungwoo.

It's like a combination that expands and cultivates something. ’

Suddenly, I got excited and ran away.

- If they're not just selling weapons and making money, they need to engage in arrests in cooperation with other nations.

- Let's continue with the investigation. Let's think a little more about whether to respond strongly.

The meeting was almost over. Blake turns his eyes to Jungwoo, staring at the monitor with his glittering eyes, and becomes a curious face. It was because the focus of the gaze seemed to be towards the air in front of it, not the monitor.

What are you looking at?

"Oh, that combination.

Do you know what it is?

Very little data. I think you can make it if you put the equation between the forces · ·

What happens when you put it all together?

Jungwoo, who filled all the holes in the molecular world in front of his eyes with intuitive reasoning, frowned at the results.

A highly contagious pathogen. A vicious inhalation that will interfere with the oxygen absorption effect of the lungs.

Jungwoo muttered in Korean, "Oh my God, this is horrible." Blake's complexion changed.

"Bioweapons?"

Probably.

Nathan!

Blake flashes his hand and stops talking on the screen. As soon as Nathan's gaze turned, she spoke.

Mr. Han analyzed the data David recovered. I'm guessing they made bioweapons.

- I'm sorry?

- Tell me more.

I've been keeping an eye on the CIA's deputy director, Eric Dyer. Blake glances at Jungwoo to explain. Jungwoo turned his eyes to the small universe of floating molecular systems like an illusion.

The formula on the front of the screen is related to diffusion, which means it can spread at one kilometer in half an ounce. The intermediate diet involves the proliferative capacity of the substance produced, the resistance to the climate, the nourishing mediators. Take a moment to edit a blank piece of data · ·

Jungwoo's gaze sits on the wall and heads toward the intelligence officer in the Naval Command who is assisting the meeting. Blake walked right up to the officer and whispered in his ear, and the officer stood up and gave his seat to Jungwoo.

Jung, who put his hand on the military keyboard that seems not to be damaged by hammering, quickly fills the void and continues.

I will reveal that it is an estimated chemical formula. Once you fill in the first blank, it confirms that this is a bacterial organism. The second empty area means the mixture of substances and substances bonded to the respiratory system, adding this equation.

Jung, who filled the contents in the shovel, took off his hand and said.

A pulmonary dysfunctional contagious germ weapon that spreads to a radius of 1 km in two minutes, at 10 km in five minutes, at 50 km in 30 minutes.

There was heavy silence in the conference room. Nathan handed over Jungwoo's recorded information to a chemist on the technical team.

- More than that?

No. After 30 minutes, the organism itself is rejected and destroyed.

- A germ weapon targeting only one city.

- Nathan, who's that Asian guy?

- An advisory board who guessed the first clue. He's the chemical that's been using EOW at Paulo's base to take everyone down.

I saw Eric on the screen, looking at him as interesting.

- If this is true, we need to take action. Nathan, when can tech confirm that chemist's opinion?

Nathan is a little embarrassed.

- As I was saying, the technical team in the European Branch has not finished the EOW combination analysis of Mr. Han. I'd rather be at Langley.

- Have you forgotten the principle that primary analysis of information should be completed by the collected team? What are you talking about, picking out a bunch of good tech researchers? If you can't do it there, it's your home country.

- Mr. Hahn's analytical skills are that high. Very reliable.

Deputy Director Eric points to Jungwoo.

- Isn't it a good idea to keep consulting?

- He's already been threatened several times. It is also a violation of diplomatic law to use allies' citizens more privately. · · · · · · · · in our safe house until the situation is over.

- Wait a minute.

Eric smiles strangely as he looks at the documents.

- If you're sure you're a doctor, that's enough. Mr. Han.

Jung Woo said, "Yes? ’I turned my head.

- Can you continue to help us until we address the threat to the bioweapon?

It · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

Approximately 48 hours after boarding a transport plane leaving Korea and getting caught up in various accidents. He was too much of a socialite to participate in a national affair for international peace and stability with his life at stake.

‘No matter how great the consultation fees are, I don't want to do two- or three-round rides anymore. ’

Jung's determination opened his mouth.

Unfortunately, Company Work · · ·

- I'll give you five times as much consulting fees as I signed up for.

$3,000 to $15,000, and $16 million in Korean money just for an hour of help. As the amount grew in my head, I finished the calculation in 0.1 seconds.

· · Work, but a leisurely job. It's a very unusual company in Korea.

Jungwoo smiles, pointing to the monitor.

Where can I start? We need certain chemicals to make these bioweapons, so if we run them through the compound database one by one, we might have a clue. I'll analyze it in more detail before you go through technical difficulties.

In an hour.

Jungwoo boarded a C-2A greyhound ship with special agents around his neck with an ISTC investigation team ID. Vince lets you sit in a chair just behind the cockpit, caring for him to suffer in the middle.

- Eagle Six. Cleared for takeoff.

The pilot receives a signal from the tower and raises the engine output.

A transport leaving with a heavy propeller dives over the blue sea.

I thought Jung was drowning, but then I closed my eyes and looked outside for a while.

The airborne transport slowly turns.

A fortress with 100,000 tons of man-made produce was revealed beneath the window of the cockpit. Jungwoo, who was watching a overwhelming aircraft carrier the size of a combined three football fields, took a breather while thinking about the operation that would take place in the next few hours.

‘I'm just asking you a question. I'm going home because my pockets are thick. ’

It's a little prickly to make money backwards because of global terror risks, but what about the developed American culture of not exploiting abilities for free?

“It's a great culture of employment. ”

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Pakistan, Local Angle 10: 03 PM - Markley Rebel Base

A modified version of Blackhawk, a Febhawk helicopter, was flying in the dark. As the target approaches, the descent begins with a deep incline over 3,000 meters.

Jungwoo sweeps the outskirts of the military area surrounded by a wire fence with infrared vision.

A voice echoes in the ears of a colonel briefing operations that may pose threats such as anti-aircraft guns, surface-to-air missiles and RPGs.

Weapons everywhere look just like that.

‘· · · You just say you're going home. ’

Mr. Han.

Vince, dressed as a soldier, summons you instead of a suit. When I closed my eyes, Jungwoo opened his eyes to Vince.

A communicator directly connected to military satellites. If you come across any chemical hazards during reconnaissance, please tell me yourself.

Vince puts a nail sized mechanic in Jungwoo's hands. I don't know how to wear it, but I was puzzled by the fact that Blake, who was going on a reconnaissance mission with me, accepted it and wore it deep in Jungwoo's ears.

Songs and reception are automatic. David's on standby for communications, so if there's anything you need, just let me know.

- Hi, I'm David. Reinforcements.

David's voice echoes in his ears as he winces. Even though the helicopter's engines were noisy, it was as good as the sound next to it.

- Raptor One. Target reached.

Moment after moment, a helicopter landed on the field, amazed by the technological power of the aircraft. Twelve operatives pushed the cargo bay equipment out and took action.

Dudu Dudu...

Jungwoo saw the helicopter leave safely after completing the aerial infiltration mission, relieving him that he had arrived alive. I calmed my heart with the vibration of the weight of the bulletproof vest that I had never imagined I would wear in my life.

‘Let's calm down. I just need some advice while I'm out there. ’

Jungwoo breathed as a member of the 75Ranger regiment watched as they cleared the main road above the field and hung up the phone line. Vince's team was installing a GPS device for terrain search to get the exact location of the sentry post from the satellite.

Twelve operational teams set out for the Military District after a detailed revision was made to the site.

We're coming, too.

Blake's voice keeps him busy.

A wilderness cliff overlooking a bioweapon manufacturing plant.

- Mustang One. Plant 3rd Post Troop Encounter.

Blake turns his eyes to the live screen that is transmitted to the small monitor holding the voice coming from the communicator in his ears.

Four soldiers in turbans were overwhelmed in an instant. Twelve operational team members, divided into three sections, were able to surround the entire factory with silent infiltration.

Do you think we'll get a bioweapon? ’

It was there that Nathan reached the end of tracking the route of the particular compound he had analyzed and released, its developer.

Yellow gas coming out of the vents.

Jungwoo immediately responded after seeing footage from a high-performance camera on Vince's helmet.

It is a sulfur ingredient intended for sterilization. That's enough antidote for a gas mask.

- Copy that.

I followed them to the site because they were infiltrating a hazardous chemical factory, but it was my job to hide away and investigate the scene with surveillance equipment and just to advise them on the information from the monitor like this.

Beevik.

One beep from the communicator and a channel was added.

Situation Tech is asking how Mr. Hahn can do a quick analysis just by looking at the screen.

Remember the scattered form of fine dust containing sulfur when it touches the heat of infrared light.

- Agent Corrigan, technical support. Dust scattering? I've never heard of it.

Of course, there are about 5,000 compounds that can be sprayed in the air in the form of fine dust. because very few chemists have had infrared reactions in their heads in all of this. It's not about money.

- You know all about it?

Oh, no way.

- Exactly. Just guessing in public · ·

"I know about 50,000 because I have everything else. 5,000 is too small.

The technologist swallows the groans and goes silent. David's laughter echoes in his ears.

- I'm going to be a big fan. Looks like the operation went as planned. Is there anything else I can help you with?

I asked without thinking about setting aside David's kind voice.

Are you an analyst who can access and analyze any computer in the world?

Well, not as good as me in the world. 5,000 are too small. I can hack 50,000 machines.

- Hey, David!

Sorry, Corrigan. I'm just joking because I'm sitting there depressed. Mr. Hahn. Where do I need to hack?

"Oh, I was wondering if I could recover the address book and notepad data that was in my busted phone.

When Jungwoo smiled bitterly when he remembered the end of the battery integrated smartphone he used for another purpose.

- It's really simple. What's your number?

010, 3 · · · · · · ·.

I don't know how long it's been since I told you the number. David's lively voice echoes in Jungwoo's ears as he watches the screen of the operations team that successfully penetrated the interior of the factory building.

- We recovered it and emailed it to Mr. Han's cell phone now. You can talk to them by saying the keyword 'phone’ and the number. If you say "Response," you'll also get a response.

"Really? Thank you, David.

- About this much. And I took a quick look at the phone records in the last two days, and I found 132 missed calls. 126 of them were names of one person.

Yes? Who · ·

When I was about to ask who was walking so much, there was a phone signal on the comms with Tyrrick Street.

What? · · · Answer?

Sweet.

- You son of a bitch!

High-toned, high-pitched voice that suddenly hit your eardrum. Jung was flawed when the voice of Korea's most famous singer-songwriter sounded immersive as if it were right next to him.

“· · · Mr. Lee Seol? ”

- I told you not to do that, didn't I? Wait a minute. You said you were going somewhere. What does the UN mean? You asked for a phone and you didn't answer it!

Yoon Iseol, who spends his words like a rapid fire, has been conveyed to be angry, but worried a lot.

“I'm sorry.”

- I thought you were kidnapped!

“That's... ”

He was kidnapped, but he tried to surround himself appropriately because revealing the details could result in penalties of any kind. However, an explosion comes from the factory where the tactical team has infiltrated, stopping and turning their heads.

- Mustang Two. Armed hostiles and encounters. Holds mortar cannon. Stranded into heavy machine gun fire.

Seoul, Same Time - which singer-songwriter's workshop

After just over 70 hours, Yoon Iseol was relieved to see that he was safe, even though he was barely in contact.

- That's it.

Kuang - Dudu Doo!

Then Yoon Yi Seol was furious when he heard the sound.

“What? Did something explode? ”

-Let's move!

There, Yoon Iseol's hand was stiffened, holding the phone to the shout of a woman who seemed to have come from the side.

“Who's next? ”

- Mr. Lee Seol. Well, I'm not in a position to talk right now. I'll call you later.

“Jungwoo! ”

I wanted to hang up like that.

- Joining point are also dangerous! The enemies own the RPG launcher!

The woman's shout again was filled with a very urgent atmosphere. Yoon Lee Seol scowled at the English word "RPG Launcher" rather than "dangerous," then tilted his head.

“Hey, are you still there? ”

- Uh, what is it? You didn't hear the end of the call!

“Jungwoo. Are you just doing something dangerous? ”

- No, I don't.

Choo-woo ― choo-woo!

I heard a loud vibration coming from a war movie over my phone.

“No?”

There was no answer for a moment. Then Jungwoo's answer was filled to the bottom of his chin with breath.

- Yes, I'm training the reserves. You don't know much about him, do you? Dragged right after UN business · · Vince! There's a guard post in front of you!

“Are you okay? ”

No, it's okay. Infiltration and National Guard training, and an enemy appeared in front of our blockade. Ah, foreign enemy.

I didn't understand anything, but listening to Jungwoo's voice felt like a slow relief.

Yoon Lee shook his head, "No, you can't do this." I can't believe I fell asleep. I just got off the phone with two minutes.

- Mr. Lee Seol. Would you mind ending the call, please?

“No!”

Pakistan, 10: 41 PM - Markley Western Hills

A 60-millimeter mortar cannonball shoots a flame across the field.

Jung is hiding behind the rocks, looking at the shells flying from the military base.

An outside guard encountered a Pakistani resistance soldier while Vince's team, an intruder, found the bioweapon and accessed the factory system to extract information.

The battle that was triggered spread to the current crisis of hostiles from all sides, in line with the movement of the rapidly escaping operations team.

Kuang!

As the dust and stone dust rose, Jungwoo leaned in reflexively.

- They train like that at dawn these days?

Two or two!

He quickly said, cursing inside the performance of the communicator that delivers to Yun Yi Seul in real time, even with a gun like thunder.

“I know. It's intense. I was hiding my cell phone, and now I'm sneaking it out. ”

Jungwoo turned his eyes to the tactical team approaching the rendezvous point, making no excuses for Yoon Il-sul who would be in Seoul.

Vince! Eight men with rifles are on ambush at 3 o'clock!

- Copy that.

I couldn't figure out where my enemies were and tell the tactical team, or talk to Yoon Iseol, or watch the flying cannonballs whirring through the sky.

- So when does the training end?

“This operation is difficult. ”

- Can we see it when it's done?

Blake. Bomb!

You dodge your position as if a mortar cannonball were about to fly nearby. After two seconds, you move to the other side of the rock and quickly get down on the ground with your body rounded.

Thankfully, this cannonball exploded 50 meters away, leaving little dust behind. Blake watches over it and tells Jungwoo.

Transport helicopter arrives in 80 seconds.

That's good.

Now go to the rendezvous point.

Jungwoo stood up to see his tactical team approaching from a distance of 800 meters.

I thought you said it was a bomb. Bomb!

“You have to shout like you mean it, because the instructor gives you a high score. The instructor next to you is very strict. But first place, you're out an hour early. ”

- What, it's a strange exercise.

Mr. Han. Let's go. "

You ran through the arid desert terrain with Jungwoodo power along the blade that started to run earlier.

About a minute later, Blackhawk appears over a military facility with bullets raining down. A helicopter gunner has taken cover fire and forced the approaching Pakistani resistance to retreat.

Jungwoo and Blake boarded a helicopter that landed below the hill. After about 10 seconds, all operational team members who managed to escape finished boarding.

Jungwoo looks sad to see a member of the elite team bleeding all over his shoulders and legs. Vince, who closed the helicopter door, changed the communication channel and started reporting to the situation room.

This is Mustang One. All personnel evacuated. The bomb was installed in a finished bioweapon and the data contained the transaction details of the finished product was obtained. Injuries in three. Gunshot wounds to the shoulder and calf. Please get an ambulance ready.

The operation seemed successful. Now all I had to do was solve the one woman who kept giving this eardrum a deadly sweet voice.

“Mr. Lee Seol. ”

- I'm sorry?

“I love you."

Following the late response on the satellite line, you heard a voice saying, "Hiccup."

- Why, all of a sudden.

“So I need you to end the call. It's time for Operation Evaluation, and the Bluetooth receiver is broken, so the end button doesn't work on my end. I'll see you for at least an hour before I place first. ”

- Oh, okay.

Sweet.

I finally remembered that if I'm shy, I'll hang up there. Jungwoo smiled and looked at the bioweapon manufacturing plant, where the bomb installed exploded and burned.

Once we've analyzed the data from there, we can go to Korea, right? ’

Dudu Dudu...

Blackhawk rises above the fiery earth and vanishes into the darkness.

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