Devil's Music

Late night.

Ilysher Usmanov sits in her study, having a long conversation with Gun and the Garden.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

Ilysher Usmanov, who answered the knock, opens the door and sees the old butler coming in. She takes off her magnifying glass and asks.

“Is it confirmed? ”

The old servant said in a very cautious tone.

“We took the painting from the British Museum and investigated it and found that it shows no measurements of the regiment. ”

“No chronological measurements? ”

The old butler grabbed both hands, lowered his lower back slightly, and sweated cold.

“In the expert's words, the white paper depicted in the Eastern painting is very weak. So we draw two identical sheets of paper, and the one on the front is called the weld, and the one on the back is called the weld. ”

As Ilysher Usmanov gestures deeply on the chair in the library to explain, the old butler leans in even more.

“The expert's opinion is that over time, the embroidered backing is infused with indirect texture, which is when the embroidery is removed and the work is done. ”

Ilysher Usmanov's expression hardens. The old butler wipes off his old sweat while looking at his face changes.

“There was a fake painting in my house, and you found it with a customer? ”

“I'm sorry! ”

Ilysher Usmanov taps the table with his fingers. A nervous old butler shakes his head as his fingers ring in a quiet room. I was so nervous that I sweated on the ground beneath his head, his head bowing. It's been quiet for a while.

Risher Usmanov asked.

“What's the route to the painting? ”

“Th-this is North Korea. ”

“Well, I was. Is it a direct deal? ”

“Oh, no. I traded through a Chinese retailer. ”

“If it's China, is it Xingqiu? ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

Ilysher Usmanov stood up and took out the whiskey displayed next to the library and poured it into the glass. He glances at the whiskey over half empty, pouring it into his mouth at once, then gripping it tightly as if it were broken, and staring at the old servant.

“Contact Weiran in the Black Society. Remove Thingziu's name from the world by tomorrow morning. ”

Ilysher Usmanov once again said, as the old butler who lowered his head could not answer.

“Haven't you heard? ”

“Oh, no! I'll pass it on!”

Get out.

“Yes, yes! ”

Ilysher Usmanov, who saw the old butler rushing out of the room, poured the whiskey back into the glass. Unlike when he dealt with the case, he took his whiskey glass and sat back on his desk in his study. As he takes the cup to his mouth, he stops moving and looks up at the ceiling.

“Hmm... Kay, this is why Gregory complimented you so much. ”

When he was left alone in the library sipping whiskey, Gregory was on the phone about being guided to the room on the third floor. It was Kiska, not Gregory, who answered the phone long after the phone rang.

“Kay?"

“Huh? Kiska? ”

“Yes”

“Oh... did Gregory go out? ”

“No, the bathroom. ”

“Oh, I see. Have you eaten?”

“Why do you keep eating? You want to know what I ate? ”

“Ah... Haha, rather than that, should I say Korean character? My country has a habit of asking people if they've eaten since the war broke out. ”

“Yes, I did. What about Kay?"

“Yeah, I ate it, too. ”

“Where are you?”

“This is England, Pressbury, a town a little bit north of London. ”

“Mr. Ilysher's house? ”

“Huh? Does Kiska know? ”

“Yeah, I'm a friend of my dad's. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

“Daddy's here. Let me put you on the phone.”

“Yes, thank you. ”

“Call me in an hour. ”

“Haha, okay. ”

You hear the conversation between Kiska and Gregory over the phone. Kiska, who was only cold, smiled because she felt a little closer to her father in the morning and evening, or that her voice over the phone was developed enough to think that it was a typical daughter and father conversation. Minute wealth

Gregory's bright voice echoes after a thud.

“Hello, is that Kay? ”

“Gregory, it's been a long time. ”

“Haha, yes. I thought you'd forgotten about me. ”

“Haha, I forgot. How's life in Georgia? Is your mother well?”

“Well, you're over 90. You can't be healthy. He won't be gone long. ”

I felt sorry for him, but one thought that Gregory's mother would return to Kiska when she died, he struggled to erase the idea of treason from his mind.

“Oh, I see. ”

“Well, I'm going to take you to the hospital soon. By the way, how are you? I heard about you in Liverpool. You've made great music again. ”

“Haha, just work hard. I'm in England.”

“England? Going to the show again? ”

“No, I live with Ilysher Usmanov. ”

“ ……………. What? ”

“Ilysher Usmanov, a friend of Gregory's. ”

A moment of silence passed over the phone. Suddenly, Gregory's silent reaction tilts his head.

“What's the matter, Gregory? ”

“…….. why did he call you? ”

“You're the majority shareholder at Arsenal FC, and this time we're going to build a cheerleader for that team. ”

“Well…. ”

“Is something wrong, Gregory? ”

“Listen, Kay. He's my friend, right, but I don't know what he's up to, so please don't get too close. ”

“Why? You seem like a nice guy. ”

“He's a businessman and an investment man now, but he doesn't live under the light. ”

“What do you mean, you don't live under the light? ”

“I've known you for 40 years, don't you know what that means? ”

“…. What do you mean? ”

“It means he was doing the same thing I was. ”

“Yes? Mafia or Mafia? ”

“Yes, he's standing on top of the Uzbekistani mafia, but the others don't know. ”

“Ah…. ”

“I'm not going to hurt you, Kay, but you better watch out, he's hiding his fiery personality behind a smile. Why didn't he tell me you called Kay, by the way? I need to make a phone call. ”

“Oh... yes. ”

“Go to the United States as soon as you're done in the U.K., you'll never see the good in getting along, unlike me in the natural gas business, because he can move from black society in China to Yakuza in Japan. ”

“O-okay, Gregory. ”

“Yes, if anything happens, call Miroslav right away. ”

“Yes, thank you. ”

At that time, the Director of the United States CIA.

Boom!!

“Damn it!! Not enough Red Mafia, this time Uzbekistan Mafia!!? ”

Director Mitchell yells at the whale for the release of the documents he brought for reporting.

“What kind of musician is this with a few agents on our side! Get me Secretary Matt Wesler on the phone right now! ”

The secretary who connected the call to the chief secretary on a secure phone looked up and Mitchell nervously answered the phone.

“Hello, secretary! ”

Unlike Mitchell in a excited mood, a calm tone matt Wesler calmly answers the phone.

“Yes, sir. What's going on?”

“Kay went to England. ”

“Yes, you don't have to report that level. ”

“That's not it! I met Ilysher Usmanov in England! ”

“Ilyshire Usmanov? Arsenal FC's majority shareholder? ”

“You know it's just an external image, right? ”

“Yes, he's also the boss of the Uzbekistani mafia. ”

“What are you going to do? 50 percent of our agents in the U.K. are attached to Kay. So when do we get the British intel together? Do I have to keep doing this? ”

A moment of silence passed over the phone. Mitchell, who was waiting for Matt's decision, said as if he was frustrated.

“What makes you think Kay is so great? ”

“Is Kay alone? ”

“Master Kevin, Shizuka and Mr. Lee are here. ”

“What? Master Kevin went there!? ”

“Yes, I'm staying in a villa in Usmanov, Ilysher. ”

“Damn, you should have said that first! Get me to the top of the line now! ”

Tsk.

He just said what he had to say and yelled at Matt who had hung up on him, throwing his broken phone at the table several times.

“Shit! Get me a new phone! And call the British and tell them to get more of our kids! ”

As the secretary hurriedly opens the door, Mitchell grabs his head.

“Damn, I'll be busy if I don't. ”

Knuckle

Suddenly, Mitchell turns his head toward the open door, nervously shouting.

“What the hell! ”

“Hey, Director! ”

As the blonde jumps in like an all-bag agent, Mitchell notices the situation and asks again.

“What, what's going on? ”

“Hey, Director! Chinese Black Society has struck Qingqiu! ”

Mitchell jumps out of bed.

“Well, if you think about it, aren't we partners? ”

“Yes, I was a broker who gave me Chinese information. He's also an art smuggler. ”

“Why, for what? What happened to Xingqing? ”

“Well, that's...”

“Speak up! ”

“Th-they 're dead. About 50 of the people under Xingqiu were killed by machine guns, and his warehouse and his mansion were burned down. ”

“What? Find out what happened and report it! Was there a reason for the Black Society to think Qingqing? ”

“Well, well! Oh, we don't know yet. ”

“The incompetent! Get out there and find out and report back! ”

“Yes, yes!!! ”

After the night the CIA was investigating through the night, dawn dawned. Ilysher Usmanov, who had been told that Black Society had eliminated Thingziu since dawn, frowned at the window while drinking the coffee the maid had brought.

“Who is that guy? ”

As he looks into his eyes, a blonde boy sitting on a dazzling white horse at the horse farmhouse strokes the mane of a horse, Ilysher Usmanov hurries to the barn with a cup of coffee on the table. A man with a sack of shovels in his hand ran to the ranch.

Ilysher Usmanov howls at the boy with a shovel.

“Who are you! How did you get in here? ”

A blonde boy gently strokes the white horse's mane and turns his head. After dropping the shovel bag of Ilysher Usmanov, who saw the blue eyes that were likely to be sucked in, the boy looks dazed. He approaches him and smiles.

“Ilyshire Usmanov? ”

Ilysher Usmanov nods unknowingly and the blonde boy smiles deeply.

“It's called Pymon. Can we talk? ”

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