Lectures from the embassy were directed to the office.

Director General, Intelligence Directorate? Deputy Director General? Status:

The higher the rank on the arm, the more likely the pit is to die.

The position proposed by Ranoc is Inspector General.

During the removal of the existing executive, it was more obvious that Gerar passed on a cigarette that was on fire to the stump of a smokeless reef three days before he was in any danger.

Can I really recommend this to Gerar who's lonely?

What's he gonna do? ’What should I say if I ask you a question?

I was so upset that I didn't want to go into the office right away.

Kang Chan turned his head as he stared out the window.

“I need you to stop by the coffee shop in front of me for a second. ”

“Yes.”

Three people who are fully aware of the atmosphere of hymn.

While Idouhee was pulling the car to one side, the end day quickly radioed.

“Final day. I'll give you a call, so go get Gerar. ”

“There are agents waiting separately. I'll send a team of them. ”

Kang Chan nodded and said nothing else. This is to the extent that, according to the final judgment of the day,

I settled on the terrace.

Then, Kang Chan took out his phone and called Gerar.

“Yes!”

This bastard is usually a bit of a prank.

“The weather is good. Come out for coffee. We sent agents, so come with us as soon as we get there. ”

“Got it.”

Gerard answered with a pleasant voice.

After hanging up, Kanghyun instinctively looked sharply at the shooter's spots. However, every time I turned my gaze, I could see the surrounding agents.

Oh, shit!

Did you just say you weren't going to the office?

Expensive suits, facial bands, and the little scars around them, the final day sitting around the terrace and winning, Idouhee.

My guests gave me a big compliment.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm sorry to break up with you guys for coffee, but sometimes I want to talk to Gerar in a place like this.

Do you know that there are agents standing in the alley dressed as jumpers, agents waiting in passenger cars in the inner parking lot?

I know, but it's because I like sending Gerar alone and recommending a place where he won't be able to help even if he's in danger of dying, so just understand this time.

Kang Chan took a cigarette out of his pocket and asked his mouth.

Shh, shh.

The wind blew, and I only lit it with my hands.

“Whoo.”

Strong South Korea.

A trillion dollars will come in, Eurasian rail connections, the next generation of energy facilities will be built to some extent.

Even now, universities are completely free, and the medical expenses of people over a certain age are paid in full by the state.

Is this enough to let go of your hands and get along with people you like?

It was time to put a cigarette in a cup full of coffee debris.

A passenger car familiar with the road stops and Gerard drops off.

Solid body shape, frizzy blonde, orange nose, deep blue eyes.

Gerard in a suit smiles as if he's smiling at the hymn.

The bands on my face and the wounds were no different from the hymns, but the atmosphere was strange.

The guests at the coffee shop looked at Gerar with a different meaning than when they looked at the hymn.

“What are you doing? ”

“I just thought of a cup of coffee, and I called. Nice weather. Sit down. ”

“What about the spell? I'll do it. ”

“Then buy me some. ”

“Okay, Choy? Coffee?”

It was after Gerar moved according to his order.

“Maybe that's how attractive your snoring sounds? ”

I heard a girl roar from the inside.

I don't even want to look.

I'm not sprinkling.

I know that Kim Mi-young is busy, too.

“Captain.”

After a while, Gerar brought a few cups of coffee and put them on the auditorium and the final day table.

Furry.

Gerardo's office seemed frustrated.

The look on the chair and the look on the face were absolutely the same.

“What's going on? ”

“Cigarette first. ”

When Gerar suggested that the hymn should be good, Gerar lit it with a cigarette.

“Isn't that nice? It's been a long time since I've sat here, and it reminds me of you and D'Ye. ”

“I came to Korea well, too. ”

Kang Chan drank a sip of coffee laughing as if he was drowning in the mac.

One spends a little time smoking coffee, and one spends a little time smoking.

“Here we go! I smoked all the cigarettes. What do you want to say? ”

“How did you know? ”

“It's written big on the forehead of the colon. ”

On the contrary, if Gerar had called it this, he would have noticed the hymn in no time.

Kang Chan took out what he wanted to change his face.

“I intend to overwhelm the executives of the General Intelligence Agency. The Director of Inspection will be in charge of the work, and I was told that he is the Deputy Director General. ”

Gerar was waiting for the next words of hymn.

“I was told to eliminate the executives who were in trouble and get the General Intelligence Agency into our hands. ”

“You want me to take over the Inspector General? ”

Kang Chan answered by nodding his head instead.

“What do you think, Captain? ”

It seemed like this.

I thought I'd ask you this all the time.

“Gobi will die. If you want to do it, stay here with me like you are now. ”

“So what do you think, Captain? ”

“Judge for yourself. ”

Gerard picks up and laughs and robs cigarettes.

“What do we do? Should I be the Deputy Director General of the Intelligence Bureau? Or do you want to stay with the captain like this? ”

Isn't this what people say?

It was the moment when the hymn erased the laughter and lifted the gaze.

“Captain. How far do you intend to go? If you're satisfied with this, I'll just stay here. But if what the captain wants is something bigger than this, I'll move to France. That's why I'm asking. What does the commander want? ”

It felt right.

To Gerar, who is ignorant of that too, Malo!

“But don't you care about my old year? You must have tackled the General Intelligence Department. ”

“It doesn't matter. He says he needs someone to trust right now. ”

Gerar nods, as if he were going to assume a grand offense.

“The commander trusts me, so I won't tell you any more about it, is that it? ”

“Gerar.”

Oui.

When the hymn came out, Gerar answered quickly.

“There's nothing complicated to think about. There's only one thing I've been thinking about. Maybe it's good for you to go. Which of the following would be better for you if you stayed with me and became Deputy Director General of the Intelligence Directorate? That's all.”

“Captain.”

“Tell me.”

“Then I'll be here. ”

Kang Chan burst into laughter and picked up a cup of coffee.

When I heard the answer, which was clear enough to make myself feel stupid, I even felt like I was sleeping in a cup of coffee in my hand.

“Whoops! I'm so tired! ”

“Did the captain think about this? ”

“Strangely troubled. ”

“I'm not going. ”

“I knew it!”

There is no way for hymns to change what they have promised.

Gerar changed the topic to a more comfortable face.

“D'Artagnan was a good man. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“When I saw her at the funeral, she was completely different. I can't even remember the face of the old commander or D'Artagnan. ”

“Neither do I. ”

That dialogue eventually drew on the old story.

Past battles in Africa, where D'Artagnan almost died, battles with Kurds who met again, and Gerar's feelings when he came to support Afghanistan.

When there are two of them in the middle of a horrible battle, they often wear a memory mask. I'm not talking about how he killed someone, but about how he thought he was going to die when the bullets fell, or how the Special Forces of Recognition did this.

“But the captain is sure to heal his wounds quickly. ”

“I told you last time. ”

“I feel like I'm losing this. ”

It's not a big deal, it's a road car, it's a colorful row, it smells like food everywhere.

For a long time, I realized that Gerar from Korea had not been able to properly visit Seoul......, once touring Seoul properly.

Time flickered.

“Do you have an appointment in the evening? ”

“I'm going to see someone. ”

Gerar watches the hymn with suspicious eyes.

“I'm going in as soon as it's over, but what are you going to do? ”

“So shall I have dinner with Michelle? ”

“Yes.”

It was after Kang Chan answered.

“Captain. What will Shahran do? ”

Gerard asked the question in his resignation.

“It seems that the consciousness has not yet been restored due to the energy of the medicine. After a few more days, if you don't wake up until Smythen is discharged..... ”

Gerar, who saw the glow of the Eucharist, glimpsed the glow similarly. This time, I was going to make sure the back end didn't happen again, and I noticed that.

Gerar takes out the phone and finds the number and presses the call button.

It's the front that Kang Chan looks at.

Gerard, who was holding the phone in his ear, opened his mouth.

“Let's eat. ”

I thought the lagoon was sitting next to the hippocampus.

What do you do when the snoring speaks nice French?

This content sucks.

I don't think it's cool!

“Can't you just eat without picking it up? So you're busy? Or can we have dinner together? ”

Hey! I'll have dinner at the office when I see you do it!

It was when Kang Chan shook his head.

“I'm going now, so get ready. If you call me, I want to come right down. ”

Gerar was throwing a horse as if he had made an appointment.

“The captain seems to have a precaution. It takes about 15 minutes. ”

Gerard drops off the phone and presses the shutdown button.

“I decided to eat. ”

“You don't want to eat with Michelle, but did you call her by force? ”

“What is there to do with it? It's just a simple and convenient way to talk, so we eat together. ”

“But why are you calling me that? ”

Gerar's eyes were puffed up as if he didn't understand.

What are you going to say to this guy?

“Come on, let's go. We'll see you in about 15 minutes. ”

“Yes! Then it happens first. ”

“Yes.”

Gerard greeted the end of the day and moved into the passenger car.

Next was the turn of the hymn.

Kang Chan picked up the phone and found Kim Mi-young's number, and pressed the call button.

It was while I heard the signal.

Strange beating of the heart.

Feeding.

It was time for Kang Chan to take a breath.

[“Hello? ”]

I heard Kim Mi-young's voice.

“It's me.”

[“Yep! ”]

This is one! I'm not impersonating Basilica.

Softer!

Unlike Gerar!

“Do you want to eat? ”

[“Now? ”]

“Busy?”

[“No! Where can I go? ”]

“Where are you now? I'll pick you up. ”

[“I'm almost at the front of the house now. How long does it take you to get here? ”]

“It'll only take 15 minutes. ”

It felt like a pause.

[“Can't we meet in about an hour? ”]

And I heard Kim Mi-young.

“If you have trouble, you can see me next time. ”

[“It's not like that. ”]

The voice definitely didn't seem like that.

“Yeah. I'll be at the apartment in an hour. ”

[“Yep! ”]

I heard a moody answer.

After hanging up, Kang Chan looked around.

Where to have dinner with Kim Mi-young with all those agents?

There's still an hour left.

Kang Chan had a quiet time.

I'm sorry about the bodyguards.

However, I decided to spend a great amount of time at the coffee shop because I was going to meet Kim Mi-young anyway.

A reddish sunset, like blood blooming from afar, watered the western sky, and occupied the building's glass window.

The hymn did not know how to move with a distant gaze in the sky.

How you doin '?

The chicks who didn't protect, the crew who left first.

Their faces, lost in Africa, in Afghanistan, in Libya, in North Korea, came to mind in turn.

Song Changwook asked me if I loved Choi Sung-gon, Yeong Ki-hyun from the sharp-eyed eye, and the Republic of Korea.

Are you watching?

I've made this much, but I'm not sure yet.

Oh, shit!

Stars!

Kang Chan looked down and found the final day.

“Wait a minute.”

“Yes.”

The final day came to the table.

When strangers saw him, the son of a good thug died on the terrace of a coffee shop with an organizer.

“Even if the agents are uncomfortable, I intend to eat dinner today. ”

“Got it.”

You better let me know in advance. That way, I can spare you the hard work that follows.

“Do you have a place to think about? ”

“I don't know? Should we just eat near the house? I haven't even set a menu yet. Oh! And book me a pension. ”

“Are you talking about a pension? ”

“Yes. Pension. I wish I could stay tomorrow. Somewhere a little quiet. ”

The end of the day nods with a struggling face.

Well, I'm gonna go get a pension.

I would never do this if I could go quietly.

It's freezing time.

Kang Chan got up from his seat and moved to the car with the final day.

Ah-cha!

How do I move when I see Kim Mi-young?

This is how Idouhee drives?

Kang Chan had a bad taste.

It's best to walk to a restaurant near the Heavenly Apartment.

Strangely excited.

It's probably where I used to live.

It wasn't long before I got off at the entrance to the apartment.

I saw familiar buildings as I entered the front door of the apartment with large columns on both sides.

Kang Chan looked at the bench like a habit.

Kim Mi-young stood up looking at Kang-chan.

I got a laugh.

It seems awkward, nice to meet you, and so on.

“Mi-young!”

“Yes!”

Kim Mi-young approached with a step that was not as stuffy as before.

“What's wrong with your face? ”

“This? I'm just a little hurt. ”

Kim Mi-young naturally stared at Kang-chan's face.

This one was big again.

“It must have hurt a lot. ”

“It's okay. Let's go eat. What do you want to eat? ”

Now I know why I said I needed an hour. In the meantime, he washed and changed his clothes. I noticed the smell of bitter shampoo and the sheen of my face that was still moisturized.

“I'm okay with anything, so eat what you want. ”

“Mi-young, let's walk and eat at our favorite restaurant. How's it going?”

“Good.”

Kang Chan turned around and Kim Mi-young walked by.

“How's school? ”

“Just. It was awkward at first, but it's much better now. ”

Kang Chan nodded.

It was time for the darkness to sit down a little.

“Chan.”

If Kim Mi-young calls out his name, it doesn't adapt very well.

I want to see him all the time, but he says, 'Chan.’ Something turns me into a feeling of meeting my youngest brother.

I didn't call you brother. I called you by name.

Kim Mi-young, who received Kang Chan's gaze, opened her mouth.

“Eat our money gas. ”

“Money gas?”

“Yes! Japanese-style money gas. ”

This is a bit, but Kim Mi-young never ate the money gas.

I've lived a life of circles.

It's not very expensive.

“How do you know? ”

“Yes! You can walk a little further from here. Are you okay?”

“Then.”

Kang Chan walked in the direction Kim Mi-young said.

The darkness was darkening as I walked.

“Did you have time today? ”

“Yes. Actually, I have a favor to ask you. ”

“Please?”

“You can talk over dinner. ”

Oh, shit!

The conversation is over again.

It wasn't this awkward on the phone.