God of Blackfield

Kim Hyeong-jeong clearly knew that Kang-chan had an animal sensation that sensed danger.

It's dangerous.

If the judgment was wrong, it was because he did not know what confusion would be owed. On the contrary, however, there is nothing wrong with being warned and careful beforehand.

Even now.

Immediately after meeting Abibu, he asked you to find the connection between Yeongki-hyun and the killing of Libyan agents.

Kim Hyeong-jeong felt that his eyes were widened as he looked at the Sa-sam incident.

You didn't know that much?

It's funny.

Turning around, he investigated the vicinity of Yeong Ki-hyun, as the Taliban did, and in doing so, of course, he also looked at the connection to the killing of Libyan agents.

Moreover, the killing of agents and the Mongolian ambush were perpetrated by Arab enemies, informal intelligence has linked the Libyan militia and UIS, and the death of Yeong Ki-hyun is also their favorite suicide bombing. Furthermore, efforts have already been made to find a connection.

Today, we have more than seven operations in Libya, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Sudan and Chad.

Kim Jong-jeong scoured the data on the monitor one by one.

After a while, he frowns as he looks at the data on the screen.

I have not been able to state why the agents were murdered in Libya.

Hwang Ki-hyun and Song Chang-wook may have been terrorized.

What the hell do you know?

Kim Hyeong-jeong, the head of Samsung dong National Intelligence Agency, felt that his whole body was losing strength.

How many people in the world will be detaining the Director General of the French Intelligence Service and issuing a death warrant?

The hymn was running solitary in front of him, but the entire National Intelligence Service had lost its head and had yet to obtain any evidence.

Bomb terror was brutal.

All the agents who guarded Song Changwook, Hwang Ki-hyun, were so big that they became stars. That's why I couldn't get the situation right at the time.

“Whoo.”

Kim Hyeong-jeong picked up a cigarette on the table.

Scratch.

Kang Chan flew to Russia to meet Basili, then came back to China to meet the amputee.

It was imperative to find evidence in it.

The only clue was that Song Changwook's terror time overlapped with Yeong Ki-hyun's.

1: 00 in the morning.

Is it a coincidence?

Are you sure they both left at 1: 00 in the morning?

Kim Jong-jeong exuded a long stream of cigarette smoke and looked at Song Changwook's phone records one by one.

Not only on the day of the incident, but before that, the two of them had no calls themselves.

There were no texts.

Bitch. Bitch.

Kim Hyeong-jeong, who pressed the mouse button and looked at the phone records, frowned with his back.

‘Why is this...? ’

It's the day I asked you to take charge of the Fuel Resources Agency.

Yeongki-hyun, Song Changwook, and Kim Hyeong-jeong ate that evening together.

Neither Yeong Ki-hyun nor Song Chang-wook put their mobile phone numbers in their business cards. So I entered Song Changwook's phone number.

Kim Hyung-jeong said it himself.

Clearly, I pressed the call button to enter both numbers.

But there was no record of it.

‘Something happened! ’

Kim Jong-jeong felt like he had found a piece of cotton wool that had fallen off the scene of the terrorist attack.

* * *

Wait for your own plane.

It was smaller than Lannock used to, but it was not comparable to using a civilian aircraft when he thought of moving comfortably.

“Ahhh!”

I ended up buying Dathuyaza at the department store in front of my office, and Gerar and I ate a lot of them together with the final day.

“Your mouth is so tight. All day. Would you like a cup? ”

Kang Chan shakes his head.

I followed the guard as an excuse and made this urgent moment a complete 'culinary journey'.

Kang Chan looked carefully at the laptop handed over by the National Intelligence Service sitting alone.

There is something.

There must be a reason for that son of a bitch's face and his spare time in his eyes.

Unh. Unh. Unh! Unh!

At that time, a call came from Kim Hyung-jeong.

“Hello?”

[“This is Kim Hyung-jeong. Are you looking at your laptop right now? ”]

“Yes.”

Kim Hyung-jeong was a slightly excited voice.

[“I once called to enter the principal and the commissioner's phone number, but the record itself is gone. ”]

What the hell is this?

[“The ledger and the commissioner's phone records were deliberately deleted. It looks like the time you two were terrorized is 1: 00 in the morning, and the phone records have been erased. ”]

Kang Chan easily noted the words that Kim Hyeong-jeong had poured into the notebook next to his laptop.

[“Hello? Mr. Kang-chan?”]

“I'm listening. So you're saying that you two might have contacted a different number without anyone knowing? ”

[“Yes! Three days before the accident, it was confirmed that the Principal had deleted the Commissioner's records himself. In case of emergency, only the special team will check the principal's call record. The principal wouldn't know this, but he must have deleted it. ”]

“Are there any other deletion lists? ”

[“Since you deleted it yourself, there is no way to check if you don't remember it separately as I remember it. ”]

‘Look at this? ’

It felt like a sparkling beam of light was thrashed in a compact cave.

[“I sent agents to the Principal and the Commissioner's house. If anything comes out, we'll report it separately. ”]

“Yes, well done. ”

Kang Chan put down his phone and looked at the records of his laptop. However, I could not find anything else.

Kang Chan picked up a cigarette.

Scratch.

“Whoo.”

I've made as much progress as my thumb.

If you look closer and closer, you'll be able to grasp Abu's head sometime.

Kang Chan moves his mouse and puts his picture on the screen.

"Son of a bitch. Did you think you'd open your eyes? ’

I kept having bad thoughts.

* * *

Abibu stared at the window of the VIP room on the ninth floor.

The tall international building was shining with sunshine across the diagonal of the range.

“Ready?”

[“Just give us the instructions and we'll get right to it. ”]

“What is South Korea's response? ”

[“I'm not detecting it at all. ”]

He stared at the international building with a laugh that Abu Tu despised.

Despite the loss of two factors in the bombing just a few days ago, South Korea was defenseless against other terrorism.

“Comfort the warriors, and keep reporting the movements of the boy. This temple will be a great lesson to the Lamb and the Corea about our greatness. ”

[“I understand. ”]

After dropping off the phone, Abibu looked at the International Building with a plentiful face.

* * *

Agents dispatched from the National Intelligence Service to the Middle East moved as if they had given their lives.

What I needed now was information.

Yeongki-hyun and Song Chang-wook's terrorists, Mongolian ambushes, and other war-related clues rushed everywhere.

I know a big plot.

UIS and the Libyan militia.

However, that did not mean anything was resolved.

National Intelligence Agents did their best to locate conductors and those involved in terrorism through local intelligence and snipers.

Of course, the more pronounced death was, the less afraid the agent was of it.

The same was true of the thumb.

Cheeit. “Thumb ring. Do you hear me? ”

I checked the earset's radio hidden in my ear right away, and I got my weapon and my money bag.

It was the time when the sun was on top of my head.

“Don't be stubborn or greedy because your face is unknown here. ”

“Got it.”

Thumb fluttered.

“All you need is satellite coordinates. Even if it breaks tangentially, it won't be a burden. Remember what you call it and if things get weird, run to the next rendezvous point. You got it?”

“Yes.”

“I haven't even reported to Korea yet, so I don't care if I don't get satellite coordinates. I am an incumbent information officer. If you want a little suspicious, get out of here. ”

The senior agent stretches the caution twice, three times, like a nag, to ensure that the thumb is not sore.

“I'll be there.”

Thumb cramps walk out of the second floor, where the target point appears to be far away, to the promised place.

Cheeit. “There's no more. You can sit down. ”

The radio can only be heard through earsets.

The thumb ring sat in a cafe outside Al Pyom, Egypt, and asked for cigarettes in his mouth.

Scratch.

A large staff member approached while the lighter was turned on and lit.

“Duridou In-Top Morab (???????????, would you like to order)? ”

“Alvet Harret (?????????????, cold tea). ”

Few things can be said in Arabic.

After completing the spell, the thumb held the lighter in his right hand and robbed him of the ashes of the cigarette.

Thumb shrugs at your right hand.

The direction of the lighter's light was definitely downward.

I'm not very nervous, but I got strangely thirsty.

The clerk brought me a large glass cup when my thumb heavily breathes.

It's full of ice-colored chicory tea.

The thumb picked up the car and took it to his mouth.

Drinking something like this is stupid, and expressing it badly is like committing suicide.

An agent who jumps into an information warehouse lives a life where he doesn't know when or where he's going to die. So if you don't want to shake your neck and die on the road floor, you shouldn't drink tea like this.

The thumb rests on the cup as if there is something that comes to mind.

Then I pulled out the phone.

Of course, it's a natural act not to drink tea. It wasn't a place to call right away.

It was time for the thumb to check the phone number and pick up the name of the lagoon and laugh.

“Four two point six two, One three six point nine three (42.62, 136.93). ”

It sounded a short number in English.

It's a number that sounds ambushed.

I can't even look back.

The thumb quickly turned off the cigarette and took out the new cigarette.

Scratch.

It meant calling again.

“Four two point six two, One three six point nine three (42.62, 136.93). ”

In fact, the numbers have crossed again.

It was the same as before, even if I checked it over and over.

So the thumb tries to remember the numbers scattered like evil.

Now leave the bag and everything will be over.

It was the moment when the thumb cramps from the seat.

Duh! Duh! Toothless!

I heard gunshots from all sides simultaneously.

Warararak!

The thumb shrugs and runs fast forward.

Fubberbuck! Two-way!

The table with the thumbs exploded, the cup was shattered, and the Egyptian middle-aged man at the back was stunned.

Ta 'ang! Duh! Duh!

No radio.

There was an engagement with a senior agent.....

Phoebbing! Peeing!

The surrounding dirt of the thumb explodes roughly.

Cough.

Running quietly, the thumb ring presses the call button.

It was the number of a littoral reef that I saw a little while ago.

Duh! Duh! Ta 'ang! Taang!

The numbers kept falling in my head.

Cheers. “Run! Give up the tangent and run! ”

A senior agent's cry was heard in the earset hidden in the ear of the thumb.

Please! Your number is in vain!

Cheeit. “Give me the coordinates somehow! ”

It was the second moment I heard senior agents shouting.

[“Hello? ”]

I heard the hanging voice of the Stone Canyon.

“Forty-two point six, one hundred thirty-six point three! ”

[“Hello? What are you talking about? ”]

“Please memorize it. Forty-two point six, one hundred thirty-six point three! ”

Fubberbuck! Pieing! Peeing!

[“What? ”]

“Coordinates. Forty-two point six, one hundred and thirty-six point three! ”

The Great Lakes had no answer.

I must have tried to memorize the number I called.

Thumb turns around the alley.

“Huff! Huff! ”

I had to get out of here as fast as I could.

There was nowhere to hide but in front of a corner building.

* * *

The lithograph whispered the number called by the thumb to the note in front of the hymn.

“What is this? ”

“The number that Ji Hee Hee Ji called to memorize. I heard a gunshot in the back. ”

The hymn looked at the numbers.

“Coordinates! Coordinates. ”

I knew how to see the latitude and longitude of the map while I was in the Foreign Service.

“You know what I mean. Thumbs up.”

“I know. Did you say there was a gunshot? ”

“That's right. I heard a gunshot, and I called you three times to memorize it in a rush. ”

When Gerar and I saw the look on the Stone River, the final day approached.

“Let's ask Team Leader Kim. ”

It was when Kang Chan heard the phone.

“Isn't that satellite coordinates? ”

Gerar looks at the numbers and laughs at his head.

Three people looked at Gerar, but only the hymn understood.

“Satellite coordinates? ”

“I've been watching satellite imagery lately, haven't I? There might be more numbers in the back, but it's usually like this. ”

“So where is this place? ”

“I don't know about that. ”

That's it, then.

You shouldn't expect anything from this son of a bitch.

“Captain. What does Gerar say? ”

“It's like satellite coordinates. ”

“Satellite coordinates? ”

The Stone Canyon opened its eyes and asked where the place was.

“I don't know. Let's call Team Leader Kim first. ”

This time, in front of the three people who were looking at him, he listened to the phone.

[“This is Kim Hyung-jeong. ”]

“Team Leader, I just got a call from my thumb. ”

[“Thumb ring"? Are you referring to Agent Thumb Wong? ”]

“Yes. That thumb ring we went to Libya with. I called it coordinates in a gunshot situation. ”

Kim Hyung-jeong said, "Wait a minute.” Then I heard a computer slap.

[“We are currently in Egypt. I only reported that I had something to gain today, and it wasn't accurate yet. You said you called the coordinates now? ”]

Look at this.

The hymn explained what happened a little while ago and called out the number on the memo.

“I heard there was a shootout. Do you have a visual? ”

The lagoon, which was holding the phone in its ear, shakes its head toward the hymn.

“I can't get in touch with my thumb on this side. ”

[“Neither does the local head answer the phone. Please wait.”]

I heard him knock again.

[“The satellite coordinates you sent me are high seas in Japan and Russia. It's connected to the East Sea. ”]

“High seas? Is that what the sea means? ”

The end of the day faced each other, and Gerar looked at the hymn with a frustrated face.

[“Yes. Satellite coordinates are. Let's see what else we can do. ”]

“Yes, and please contact me as soon as you know the situation in Egypt. ”

Kang Chan, who hung up on the phone, told three people about the call.

“If the coordinates you contacted in such an urgent situation, doesn't that mean there's a ship or submarine nearby? ”

A ship or a submarine?

Kang Chan looked at Gerar with a dark face.

“Examining the coordinates of the ocean was primarily about identifying designated vessels or submarines. ”

Kang Chan listened to the phone.

He then called Kim Hyung-jeong and asked him to check the vessel or submarine in the area.

[“I checked if not, but there were no vessels passing through the area. The submarine will request cooperation from the support team who moved it to the office. ”]

“What about the Egyptian agents? ”

[“I'm not in touch yet. ”]

Goddamn it!

Kang Chan was evil at it.

“Gerar. If there was a submarine here, was there any way to check it? ”

“The kids in the office seemed to check based on information from their home country. Wouldn't it be more likely to be a Russian, Chinese, or Japanese submarine if you were on that side? Why don't we ask the Russians and the Chinese for backup? ”

“Do you know that? ”

“They were keeping track of their submarine's location. ”

“We were there, weren't we? ”

“Yes.”

Kang Chan hurriedly listened to the phone.

It's a "gangster“ in the corner! Call me right away if you hear a message! ”I was growling.

“Captain! Those bastards will tell me where the ship is, but the submarine will shut up. ”

When Gerar hears the words he gives with a dashed face, he finds the number and presses the Call button.

Shut your mouth?

Then we have to tear it open.

The sound of the signal sounded relaxed.