God of Blackfield

2013-05-25 03: 39 CIA New York Camouflage Base

Sueden, the director of the CIA in the United States, opened his eyes and focused his gaze beyond the window.

Twenty even-handed elite members of the Special Forces were lying connected to various machines.

Sueden turns his gaze and looks at the man next to him.

“The results to date have been successful: all 20 people are releasing the energy of their black heads from their bodies. ”

“It is a test of the next generation of power generation facilities. We need to get the results in some way before it's fully operational. That way, we can demand more from China, the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., the U.K., who saved blood. ”

“One day is enough. ”

Sueden nods out and turns.

‘A new order in the information world? ’

While walking down the hallway, he lifts one side of his lips and laughs.

It was not long before the world order and power were taken away from this absurd country called Korea.

Arriving in the underground parking lot, he immediately boarded a large black vehicle waiting.

Agents boarded the front and rear vehicles, and one of the agents outside lifted his sleeve and departed. ’I told you the situation.

Three vehicles immediately left the parking lot.

The head of the United States Intelligence Service was disguised as an agent and was moving at dawn to avoid the gaze of hymn.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Sueden stares out the window with a complaining eye.

Outside the window was New York, the center of a thriving world.

Sueden recalls the glorious face and eyes of the General Assembly as he looked down at himself.

It's scary. It's scary.

But the power of the United States, Britain, Israel, and Japan will not be ridiculed, and so will the fear.

If you look at how harsh South Korea's relentless desires are recorded in world history with harsh retribution.

“Hmm.”

Sueden puts a savage hope in his eyes.

Hit inside, tighten outside.

First of all, cutting the hands and feet of that goddamned Blackfield comes first.

Special Recognition Team, and the unarmed king.

After eliminating the real and symbolic power of the hymn, he has two Dalang left.

Sueden squeezes her empty smile into a firm face.

It's still funny.

It's not too late to start laughing, seeing him shed a tear of blood.

Primary test?

Great Britain has prepared the best gift for it.

“I'm sure you'll like the gift we prepared. Fresh of Blackfields. ”

He presses his laughter deeply beyond his fierce eyes once again.

* * *

2013-05-25. 10: 45

Conventional market in Luanshya, near Ndola, Zambia

It was easier to find the head of a bison in a conventional market than an East Asian, and it was a slum far from flourishing, so it was extremely dangerous for foreigners, especially women, to come.

When you enter a rural village in Africa, you first have to adapt to the wind of the soil.

Turning around in the cloudy dirt is a perfect requirement, a person who has been there several times with his hands frowned and frowned, and a skilled person who just turns around a little.

He walked in the dirt breeze of the conventional Russian market in a nice military uniform and beremo.

From the characteristic hoarseness of walking, to the irresistible thugs, to the ability to make three black men out of nothing, the conventional marketers called her EunMama.

There are at least a lot of decent restaurants or shops near the Korean base in Ndola, but the Hu Eun-room has always found a conventional market in Russia every holiday.

May to July is winter.

On rainy days, Africans fall less, and Koreans in cars feel air-conditioned and damp, and that winter was just the time to sit on the Russian conventional market.

“Eun Ma!”

A black man raised his hand with a distinctive African pronunciation.

“Mum What? ”

“Dida! ”

An English-speaking Zambian woman sitting on a shabby shop table near Eun-maga, Korea, speaks her native language.

“Long time no see!”

The chunky mustache shrugs toward the owner who hopes to be clean.

“I always do? ”

Again, he nodded his head and answered. Although, it's a little inappropriate to be nice and polite.

Moon angle.

Drinking iced tea in winter was also one of the behaviors that made the silver horse stand out.

It was Russia that felt the most similar to the floor where the sill used to live.

Others used to go to better places on holidays, but the empty rooms made me feel at home.

On the first day I was in the ranks, when I was deploying, I remembered my mother who cried when she became human.

“Eun-ma, did you know the Japanese are coming here? ”

At that time, the owner walked down to a glass full of Zambian tea in a few pieces of ice. The lid was covered and a straw was placed in the gap, which was the size of a dizzy glass of raw beer.

“Japanese? ”

“It's Western, but it's actually Japanese. ”

The owner took the chair across from the empty room, as if he was bored by the car.

“You know Twanki, right? ”

The silverware bites the straw into the mouth and nods short.

“He gave me a guide. ”

The owner, who spoke only to that point, rubbed his index finger and stop on his thumb.

More information?

If I wanted to hear more, it meant paying.

People here are always like this.

Every day, the person who sees it, drinks the same tea every day, and the days when you don't ask for a price are also called incredibly expensive.

I drank more tea with a smile as if I wasn't praying. Next, I put my hand in my upper pocket and took out a cigarette and lit it with a zip-light.

“Whoo.”

Tobacco smoke ran fast in the dirt wind.

The owner, who was contemplating, tilted his torso in front of the expanse. I first hook and run before I even open my mouth, which is unique to someone who hasn't washed long.

“He's like an informant. ”

When I saw the owner with my eyes moved, I smiled again with my lips and took a cigarette into my mouth.

“Cyri. I don't care, Hoo. ”

“Information, Eun Ma! Sell information to the Korea Intelligence Agency and get paid! Just give me a little first! ”

“I don't care. ”

“Unlike the United States 10! ”

The silverware picked up the cold tea and took it to the mouth.

I got all worked up. Tea tastes bitter, but there was a strange charm in the sweet taste of melted sugar cane.

“Okay! Unlike the United States 5! ”

The empty room glances at the air with a glance at her head for a moment.

It was in front of the owner's gaze, filled with expectation.

The empty thread, which had been pondering for a while, immediately turned its head toward the owner.

“No!”

He laughed, and his master mouthed with a sad and disappointed face.

Intelligence guys are some kind of human being, and they're just going to get picked up by a guide like Twanki.

The owner scrambled around and put his hand in the waist dance.

“Eun-ma! This is what Twanki received as a gift. ”

It must be a slippery item. The owner showed me carefully what was wrapped in a large palm of his hand.

The loom lifts its gaze from the object in the palm of its hand and looks at its owner.

I don't know what it is.

But it was definitely an elaborately crafted business card sized electronic device.

“I'm looking for a blackhead. ”

See that?

If I had known the empty chambers in high school, I would never have used such a shabby number.

I lived a stupid, futile time.

Instead, the inside of the man was iron enough to look in like a wormhole.

“Cyri.”

“Yes, Eun Ma. ”

“You and Twanky are dead if it's an informant's thing. ”

The owner looked around with a startled look and immediately put the item in the waist dance.

“Will you keep a secret? ”

“United States Dollar 10. ”

The owner stares at the empty room with a grim face.

“If you hand that thing over, it's a dollar and a secret, and this is the best. ”

The owner sitting across the hall looked at the empty room with a profound expression. Neither of them knew that Twanki's body was being stabbed with a knife.

* * *

2013-05-25.16: 10 CIA Hong Kong Kaorung Shangri-La Hotel

Grafeld, dressed in formal shirt trousers, enters the hotel restaurant.

It was dining time, so the restaurant was busy with guests.

When he enters, one of the bad-looking western men on the inside stands up.

“Long time no see, Mr. Cage. ”

“Nice to meet you, Grafeld. ”

The two of them greeted each other with a handshake and immediately moved to contain the food.

“Can I be in a public place like this? ”

“Nowadays, no one is looking for me because my stock price is so low. ”

Grafeld took the cage's questions leisurely.

The two men who had received adequate food from the crowd returned to their positions.

Grafeld cut the round bread aside, buttered it, put the small vegetables and salmon in it, and took it to his mouth.

“The food is great. ”

“Thank God.”

With a smiling face, the cage puts the salad and scrambles in its mouth with a fork in its left hand.

“I didn't expect to see you so quietly. ”

“It was too late. I had to fly hot because you invited me to travel. ”

Grafeld squirms his lips and even looks nasty.

I moved to get more food, and as I ate it, the two of them shared their stories in Israel in the past and their stories in the present.

Finally, it was after putting coffee in front of me.

Tyree. Tyrie.

Grafeld's phone rang and he put his hand in his pants.

When he sees the caller, Grafeld tilts his head and presses the call button.

“Hello?”

Grafeld only listened for a moment to see what the other man had to say.

“New initiatives are never possible until the Commission's audit is over. So get this plan ready to report to the committee first. ”

After the call, he puts the phone on the table. The phone was right in front of the left-handed cage.

After about 20 minutes of chatty conversation between the two of you.

“It was nice to meet you. When the time comes, I will recommend seafood, shopping, and a night view from the sea. If you miss them, it's hard to say you stopped by Hong Kong. ”

Cage rises from the ground, and Grafeld stands face to face, holding hands.

“Go first. If you're going to be in your room anyway, I'll go up here and enjoy some more coffee. ”

Cage stepped out of the restaurant without specifying.

Grafeld, sitting down, drank a sip of coffee and grabbed the phone right in front of him and pressed it with his finger.

It was the look of a person searching the Internet without any time left.

[Original Assembly Complete. Key HR contact completed. Funds secured in Japan.]

The data were crossed using the specified frequencies from Cage's phone.

[Steel Gyu, Nam Il Gyu East Line identified. Securing Japanese ownership of Grafeld's funds.]

It was given to me by a secret agent Cage from the Japan Intelligence Service.

After confirming the contents, Grafeld pressed the delete button without any foolishness.

He took the cold-rolled coffee to his mouth.

All the heads of intelligence agencies who opposed Kang-chan died miserably. However, thanks to it, Grafeld and Sueden gained a lot.

The United States created 20 people with the same abilities as the auditorium, and Israel and Japan prepared funds and blackheads.

Grafeld picks up and smiles and puts the phone in his pocket.

South Korea, France and Russia will be in immobile trouble with this test.

Israel's priority target in this operation is the ambush.

And then there's a couple of Korean national intelligence officers, and a bunch of French foreigners like that.

* * *

2013-05-25. 13: 45

Conventional market in Luanshya, near Ndola, Zambia

In order to return to the unit, the empty room had to use the bus.

Minibuses that received 160 Korean won were always crowded. So it was better to go and sit down early, or the nematic membrane arrived and climbed on the roof.

The empty room that was walking through the wind of dirt suddenly stopped walking and took out a cigarette.

Cheers. Cheers.

The wind was strong and the fire was not on at once.

The cigarette thread splattered on the lighter, turning away from the wind and looking back.

Looks like someone's coming after him, but I didn't check.

There have been no crimes aimed at futile chambers in Russia in Zambia since the title 'Nyma’ was obtained. Then surely there are other local people....

Cheers!

“Whoo.”

After spitting out cigarette smoke, the mouth-watering loom looks down at the upper left pocket.

This machine, which was handed over for a dollar, really belongs to the Japanese Intelligence Service, so they're coming after it?

“Eun Ma!”

At that time, there was a tall black man who smiled with his eyes open, and the loom lifted his hand with a glance.

“Gorma! Do you have a car? ”

“Even troops?”

“To Ndola!”

“Silver Mama! Patrol! And 5 US Dollars! ”

“Okay!”

Gorma, who put the oil in and demanded five dollars for her hard work, smiled brightly and touched the silverware.