Chemistry

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BERLIN, Local Angle 03: 07 AM - CIA Germany

Leaving a U.S. military encampment in the Middle East, arriving at Ramstein Air Force airfield. When I got back on the helicopter and arrived on the rooftop of a building in Berlin, the setting was completely exhausted.

Blake and Vince move in together, but they don't look like they're exhausted. However, neither they nor Jungwoo could rest right away.

‘Late nights are a basic option in an agent's life. ’

Jungwoo woke up the tired brain by yawning loudly.

This way.

Jungwoo, walking down to the entrance to Blake's hand, looks back at the unfamiliar night view of the city for the first time.

Transparent glass domes clashed against the impressive German parliament, the Spree River, once again telling us that this is the middle of Europe.

‘I feel like I've finished the world in a few days. ’

Inside the Central Situation Room of the CIA German branch is a glass wall with sections organized. Jungwoo sat in the middle of the meeting room, looking around and sipping the coffee that someone had brought him.

‘Everyone's a mess. ’

As dozens of cyber support teams searched for the target's whereabouts, large screens covering the entire wall of CCTV hacks and sensitive information appeared and disappeared without a moment's rest.

The name of the bioweapon that was created in Pakistan's biochemical weapons plant is BX-17. Two of the three traded externally were now in pursuit of the whereabouts of the tactical team.

Only one problem remains.

The CIA, which was known to be owned by a terrorist group called RB, believed to be highly likely to be used, was looking for a single person, gathering intel from all over the world.

Jungwoo's gaze was toward a man's face floating in the corner of the wall screen. A key member of the Red Brigades named Benzo.

‘If it really does explode, it's a terrible case. ’

There was a beep, a beep, on one of the letters on the screen that was moving.

Benzo's Lair Found North of Bolzano. Near the Italian border.

Nathan, standing in the middle, directs the tactical team to deploy. Following the satellite link screen, the mission path that was waiting for you at the nearby node flashes on the map.

Blake, who was out for a moment, opens the conference room door and drops the document next to Jungwoo.

Hey, the tech team has been asking for advice on how much damage they would take if the 'BX-17’ actually exploded.

Jungwoo glanced over the document containing the amount of the solution containing the bioweapon, the gunpowder combination to spread it, and the diffusion gas.

"Huh? With this kind of information, isn't Corrigan possible?

Technology team's confidence is low because of who has 50,000 reactive experiments in their head.

Ah · · · · · · · · · ·. I'm sorry.

Review slowly.

Blake's smiling gaze returns to the center where the Port of Operations is being uploaded.

Jungwoo has been immersed in the small universe of the molecular world for a while and has conducted a precise analysis of 'BX-17’.

- Beginning entry.

Then I turned my eyes to the screen where the important mission of finding the remaining bioweapon or not began. Bang, the gunfire followed by a series of gunshots, and a scout cam from the Alpha team dug through the interior of the building.

- Suppression complete. Benzo is invisible.

The disappointment on Nathan's face passes by.

Images taken inside the hideout were uploaded directly to the screen in real time.

A continuous screen of the underground armory and the Ops Conference Room table. Not only did I know I was being tracked and rushed out, I even left the chemical weapons I saw at the Philippine Weapons Plant. However, the last ‘BX-17’ was nowhere.

‘Too bad. If I find this, I'm going home too. ’

While looking, Jung turned his head to the document he was holding again.

It was because of a sudden change in the molecular world that came to mind to determine the exact diffusion form when it exploded.

“That's strange.”

Blake turns his head as Jungwoo mumbles in Korean.

What did you say?

No.

The information in the document has not changed at all. And yet something has changed, which means another factor has intervened. In the meantime, I looked back at the screen on the wall because all I could see was the uploaded video.

The cyber support team was analyzing hundreds of photos taken from the video.

What changed? ’

It was almost unconscious, so it was hard to find. Jung lifted up the document to the front of his eyes. I quickly scoured with my arms extended, overlapping the screen and the molecular world.

Blake looks at him with a mysterious blend of faces as if the document were a scanner.

Knock, knock.

Mr. Han. Analyzed · · ·

Corrigan, who held his head to the side of the conference room door, also looked at Jungwoo and wondered.

“Huh?"

Jungwoo's gaze was fixed on a picture. A piece of burnt document. Almost all of them were ashes, but they were not broken, and only the letters in the printed part were burned at different speeds, so I could read them sparsely.

"Blake, I think even a man named Benzo has analyzed the effects of bioweapons.

Yes?

That's a diffusion analysis that includes structure, time-specific wind, and even weather. If you read it properly, you'll see where you tried to detonate it. If you shoot it on a thermal camera or something, it should give you more detail.

Blake immediately ran to Nathan when he saw the photo pointed at Jungwoo's fingertips, and he suddenly approached the side, fixing his glasses and focusing his eyes on the photo of the burning paper.

- I'm sending you back to the infrared camera.

I hear a call from Operations. Central Situation Room.

One minute later, a support team retrieving the location information of the structure from the burnt paper began searching the database with real terrain and maps.

Beevik.

Then came Geneva, the international city of Switzerland.

Secure every mode of transportation CCTV entering Geneva immediately!

Nathan's instructions keep the cyber team busy. 17 hours ago, a man's face was scanned past the airport entrance and magnified with a warning tone.

The name "Benzo Loreans" and the key executives of the Red Brigade of Terrorists were revealed.

Straic!

After more than 10 hours of tracking, the situation room was also energized by recent traces.

Wait, Geneva? Isn't Dr. Moon going overseas? ’

Jungwoo could not keep his eyes off the sharp face of the benzo protruding from his cheekbones. Corrigan is half stunned and asks Jungwoo to drop the document.

Mr. Han. What are the analysis results?

The city covers about 16 km ². When the weapon explodes, most of the citizens within this radius will be breathless within 38 minutes. By 50 minutes, 99.9% of all buildings with air purification facilities will be unable to escape impact.

Geneva 06: 17 AM - President Wilson Hotel

Behind a five-star hotel overlooking Lake Leman, a truck with a German engraving "White Laundry Specialist" approached in reverse.

The yawning warehouse keeper glances at the truck and opens the door inside the building. The truck pulls back and stops in front of a large collection box full of towels and linens.

A truck's back door space is out of the watchman's sight, and a man in a green battle suit steps down.

His face is puffed with cheekbones. As he looks around, he gestures toward the truck, and the men dressed in the same outfit quickly descend.

Some sneak deeper into the cellar, and some keep moving the black boxes in the truck to the floor. After a long time of something so secret, the pickup truck leaves the warehouse.

At the front entrance of the hotel where the truck disappeared was said [International Solvay Organisation Physics and Chemistry Conference], and the little inscription below said, "The hotel is forbidden for all persons except invitees for three days."

Geneva, 07: 05 AM - Airport Circuit Road

A generation of SUVs with UN flags ran on clean roads without a speck of dust.

Call Again.

Duwoo -

Jungwoo sits in the back seat of a bulletproof vehicle, nervous about the communicator in his ears that only beeps. I tried calling to warn Dr. Moon the whole time, but he never answered.

Is he still sleeping? ’

It was relatively early. It was less than three hours before I flew here in the middle of the night after I received intelligence that there might be a terrorist threat in Geneva.

Blake.

Blake turns his eyes away from Jungwoo's call, touching the laptop connected to the satellite.

Will it really explode?

If benzo has been showing signs of terrorism, he is more likely to use it as a blackmail card.

Intimidation?

"It's Geneva. There are more than 700 international conferences a year, with a bank holding a quarter of the world's assets. any form of hostage drama towards any country in the world.

When Blake heard that there were 22 international organizations and 250 large and small NGOs in the region, including the UN headquarters, he realized that if a germ bomb actually went off, the damage would not end with just this city.

Joint Search Team has decided to meet at 9: 00. Stay awake at the Safety Node until then.

Jung wondered, when he heard that the three borders of Geneva joined forces in France, Switzerland and Italy in a few hours, because of their peculiarity.

A few days ago, you came from ISTC to see Dr. Heaven and called me. Do you know where you are?

I'll be in touch.

Blake attempts to contact an agent dispatched to Geneva.

Okay, Mills.

Blake turns his head and gives me the address.

Can I go there first before I go to the Safety Node?

Yes.

Vehicle turned at toll gate

Geneva, 07: 17 AM - Caruzu Hospital intensive care unit

“You're not in a position to talk? ”

Jungwoo could not take his eyes off the heavenly realm where he was lying on his respirator in the intensive care unit controlled by the entrance. Maybe going on a business trip with Dr. Moon wasn't just a job.

Where and how did he get sick? ’

She wasn't there at all. I'm still looking at the state of heaven, and Blake approaches me.

I opened the hospital records and it says it's an unknown genetic disease. The doctor's office was only receiving treatment as instructed.

Do you know where Dr. Moon is?

Normally, it would have been possible, but right now, I'm spending my time chasing Benzo through all the available resources.

Jungwoo sighed a little. I thought we could call Dr. Moon and tell her to stay 50 kilometers away from the city, but I didn't expect Dr. Heaven to be that far away. I can't believe the bioweapons I need to process are still out there in the city.

‘You used to look so healthy. Why? "

I looked around at it with molecular vision, but nothing was particularly noticeable.

Mr. Han. There's a house owned by Dr. Heaven nearby.

I opened my satellite laptop and asked Blake to confirm Blake's voice when he searched for information.

Home?

The Swiss authorities have granted permission to the Chemistry Lab.

The sound reminds me of a dusty lab I saw in Venice. Jung thought that the door might be there.

Go there first.

Can I not rest?

Blake looks at Jung with a faint smile. Turns out the bruising around Blake's neck is still the same from the pressure on his seat belt. Even though I have suffered the same from Hong Kong, I always felt sorry for not knowing why I took care of myself first.

I'm fine, but Blake is · · · · · · · ·.

If it's okay with Mr. Hahn, I'm okay with it. Come on, I'll show you.

I feel that I should do my best to help that elite agent who is struggling as he walks along the leading Blake.

A small three-story building appeared two blocks away in an SUV waiting outside the hospital.

Peter, Josh. Be on the lookout.

The operator and the passenger seat nod at Blake's instructions.

Jungwoo got out of the car and walked to the entrance of a painting building in blue pastel. You see an electronic bell pressing against the door, but no one answers from the inside. With infrared vision, there was no one in the building.

Call Again.

The communicator in the ear that heard the command called Dr. Moon again. But it was silent. Blake looked at the sun and asked.

I can't hear the bell. Do we have to go inside?

For now.

Blake grins confidently as Jungwoo looks at the electronic lock and pulls out the complicated scanning equipment from his back bag.

Hold on. In 3 minutes · · ·

Pivik, pivik.

When Jungwoo dialed the number, the door was rattled.

“It works.”

Blake stops moving his gear.

Did you know the number?

Oh · · · I suddenly remembered.

I looked at it with molecular eyes, and I made the excuse that it was possible, but I knew it beforehand. You won't believe it if you look for traces of sweat on your fingertips, and you say the remaining ingredients showed a subtle reaction rate depending on when you pressed them.

The structure of the building was simple. The first floor was a compound warehouse, the second floor was a laboratory, and the third floor had multiple rooms for private offices.

Jungwoo, who opened the room on the third floor, could be confident that he lived here after finding the bag and doctor's gown that appeared to be the burden of Doctor Door.

‘Where are you? ’

Time says 8: 00. I had to start moving.

As I was on my way, I thought about trying to make a phone call, and a computer and monitor that remained open with Jungwoo's gaze turned away.

I came close and pressed any button and the screen saver was released.

[Negative modification of cells with long-term utilization of pluripotent factors. A new treatment plan for the related genetic factors is:

It was on the screen about the status of the Heavenly Doctor's body. I was looking all over for it because it was quite interesting, but suddenly the phone rings in my ear.

Response.

- What's the matter, Jungwoo? I've been calling you ten times since night.

It was Dr. Moone's voice. Jung asked me straight away, happy face.

“Where are you? I'm at 14th and Mohenjo 'er. ”

- You're in Geneva? What's the matter with you?

“That's a long, more important story to tell. ”

Jungwoo looks at Blake's position with infrared vision. He sees him looking at the equipment in the lab on the second floor.

“This is something we shouldn't talk about, but life comes first. Just keep an eye on Dr. Moone. Now · · · · · · · · · · in Geneva. ”

Geneva 08: 03 AM - Wilton Hotel Lobby

A man walking out of the basement dressed as a bellboy stood behind a pillar at the employee entrance to the basement.

The man who quietly watched the entrance was going into the lobby at the luncheon on the first floor, which was scheduled to be 8 o'clock, and the only people going back and forth were wearing a microphone in the retail.

I will initiate action.

The man carries a black bag on his back and walks toward the turnstile at the entrance. Then I ran into a Hispanic male in his 50s who rushed through the door.

Hey, where's your first venue today?

The man who swiped the access card 'ITA Professor Juan Felipe’ around his head replied right away.

You're from the National Institute of Spain. This is an event site in the West District.

"Thank you. Would you take this package to 401?

The professor ran to the luncheon with a 10-Swiss franc tip, handing the carrier over to the man.

The user stands in front of the revolving door with the tip and carrier still on the ground, noticing the opposing party's disappearance. The black bag is opened and a muddy grey material is affixed to the glass next to the turnstiles.

Hey, there!

After hitting the table with your fist and fixing it firmly, the hotel's security guard steps back and approaches the furious stare.

What Now

The man's hands are faster than the guard's. The man's actions become more agile as the guard is defeated by a powerful left-hook. You unravel the electrical wires that lead into the black bag and run for about five metres to hide behind the pillar.

As you put your hand inside the bag and press the detonator, the door bursts open with a bang.

The shock wave that swept through the lobby was a complete disaster. Several employees who were moving nearby rolled the floor against the debris.

Weeieieing...

Then a loud alarm sounds.

- Explosive vibration detected. Engage counterterrorism system. Please move your noble guests to a safe area.

Immediately after the broadcast, blockades started coming down from the ceiling.

Geneva, Same Time - 14th Street, Mohenjo 'er

“At least 2 or 3 days away from Geneva with Dr. Heaven"

Kuang!

Jungwoo was startled and startled by the explosion that was heard in his ears and outside the window at the same time.

- Boom!

Dr. Moon's screams came in succession, and Jungwoo urgently asked.

“What's the matter? ”

- I don't know. Something's out there.

Following the hissing noise, different voices of Abigail buried Dr. Moon's voice.

Mr. Han!

Thaddak, the visit opens wide with the sound of jumping stairs.

You heard Blake now, too, right?

Blake nods and opens the window. Blake picks up his laptop and searches for information on where the explosion occurred, looking at the area where the grey smoke was rising far away.

Jungwoo asked the communicator.

“Dr. Moon. Can you hear me? I don't know where I am, but if you understand me...”

- He's in the Wilson Hotel. The entrance must have collapsed. There's a broadcast asking everyone to move to an underground safe house.

The eyes of Jungwoo flashed as if to reveal the official schedule information of the city of Genova, [President Wilson Hotel, International Physics and Chemistry Conference], which appeared on Blake's laptop.

“What were you doing there? ”

- I'm supposed to meet someone on Dr. Shen's orders.

“Does this have something to do with your health deteriorating? ”

- Yes. Specific compound he made · ·

Jijik.

- · · Mr. Jungwoo · ·

Support job.

- · · Soldiers with guns here · ·

The noise is getting louder and the communication is completely cut off.

"Blake, what the hell is going on?

Nathan judged that Benzo had started acting faster than expected. It's getting heavier around the Wilson Hotel.

If so · · · · · · · · ·.

"200 scientists gathered at the Solvay Foundation's invitation to take hostages and do something about it. Upstairs, I was ordered to escort Mr. Hahn out of Genoa.

Yes?

Dr. Heaven is in a coma, and Dr. Moon makes no sense to ask me to go alone in a hotel with a bioweapon.

What do we do?

Jungwoo, who was worried, leapt down the stairs and opened the compound storage door on the first floor.

I opened all the doors to the refrigerator and searched through all the compounds that Dr. Heaven had studied. After Jungwoo, Blake walks into the door and asks with a curious face.

What are you going to do?

Hold on.

Jung looked carefully at the boxes of hundreds of thumb-sized bottles, thinking about the molecular world of 'BX-17’ that he saw last night.

Possibly · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

What?

Anti ‘BX-17’. Here's compound 70. No, I think if I mix 80 of them together, I can make a vaccine bomb that will neutralize a bacterial bomb.

Blake was momentarily unable to connect with Jungwoo's proposal to talk about bombs that were outside the scope of the weapon.

Beevik.

Blake, I've got a transport at the airport. Joint search turned into counterterrorism.

It was Vince's voice.

Understood · · · · · · · · · ·.

Blake once swallowed a groan, facing the twinkling eyes of Jungwoo, sweeping through a bottle of mixtures in a dark warehouse. Looking closely, I felt like I knew. For some reason, Jungwoo's eyes were actually shining.

Even when we're tracking down the people who kidnapped Dr. Amit.

Even when you put kidnappers in the middle of Hong Kong's streets.

even before it blew up the EOW in a factory in the Philippines.

Even when they're being chased by the Resistance in the Pakistani military zone.

Jungwoo's eyes continued to sparkle with such a strange color with a young gun.

Me, Vince.

- What's the matter?

I think we should send more support teams here.

- You don't know we're outnumbered? Charlie's got enough escort transport.

I think Mr. Han has found a way to solve ‘BX-17’.

- I'm sorry?

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