God of Blackfield

Park Geun-soo is proud of his son.

In fact, I wanted to have about two. I wanted to have a daughter, but I was satisfied with her health as a son.

My son Park Jin Woo, honestly, did not perform very well.

However, Park Gyung-soo really liked a healthy and strong son, and he was just as good at looking.

Since high school, I've been sharing a beer or two at the chicken house and a drink of voodoo during the holidays.

My son is a gift, a big consolation of Park Geun-soo's life.

Did he know his father's heart?

Studying fell, but his son Park Jin-woo was nice.

I talk about it well.

Thinking about the circumstances of my father's pockets, I had almost the same allowance I gave a month ago.

“You can't just get it from your friends! ”

“It's okay. Our friends don't spend a lot of money. ”

Why would a high school student have no place to spend money?

You'll want to go to that common PC room, and you'll have clothes you want to wear.

When Park Geun-su touched him dozens of times and bought him a cheap padding instead of the brand's black padding, he smiled with a really happy face.

And I spent two years winter with it without a single complaint. The padding grows in size, and now it's worn by Park Myung-soon.

“Dad.”

“Why?"

It was time to have a beer with my son on Saturday.

“I wish my dad had a hobby, too. ”

“Hobby?”

“You do your job all the time and you don't have time for your dad. Why don't you do some fishing? Mom and I both saw a movie. I don't like seeing my dad spend the weekend like this and go to work. ”

Park Myung-soo burst into tears and strangled the beer.

From then on, I asked my associates to buy three cheap fishing rods, a pedestal, and things like this.

I went out twice a month.

My wife, my son, and three high school students.

While his son was in college for two years, he took four part-time breaks a month, and spent two of them fishing with Park Geun-suk.

I had no choice but to finish the army.

I had trouble attending school properly even during my two years as a sergeant.

However, the first thing I did on the first weekend was three brothers and sisters went out by the river and threw a fishing rod, swallowed fish, and drank a bag of coffee.

“I'll be there.”

His son Park Jin-woo wore a nice suit and greeted his father Park Geun-soo.

Park Kyung-soo, who had only been through a lifetime of hard work, laughed strangely and forcefully.

He also touched his son's tie, and the shoulders of his jacket, which his wife had prepared for him, were shattered.

“Are you coming in the morning? ”

“Yes.”

The son of a national intelligence agent.

This, I should never go anywhere and say, is also labeled as quasi-young unemployment, but the son who came out of the Special Warrant passed the test that it was difficult and became a special agent for the National Intelligence Service.

“I'm going to be late. Hurry. ”

“I'll be there. Don't worry about me. Good night. You knew, right?”

Now, Park Geun-soo, who sent a sniffed son, grabbed his wife's hand.

“That good? ”

“That's the greatest blessing I've ever had since I was born. ”

“You're very special. ”

Good. Park Myung-soo.

My son Park Jin Woo.

After dinner, Kang Chan left the office with Lao Gang Ho, the last day, and Lee Doo-hee.

Cheers.

“Go to Zhang Chung-dong Hotel. ”

Two front and rear moving counter-terrorism team passenger cars and one car with personnel on board were radioed and driven by Idouhee.

“You think the route is suspicious? ”

“I have a problem with the chief, and I don't feel well since yesterday, so I should check it with my eyes. ”

Kang Chan spread out a map around Zhang Chung-dong Hotel and put the situation around the road on his head.

Arrives tomorrow at 13: 00.

There will be a 20-minute event at Seongnam Airport and traffic control will be in place, so it's only half an hour to get to Zhang Chung-dong Hotel from the airport.

It was when the car crossed Dongho Bridge to Zhang Chung-dong Hotel.

“National Intelligence Radio. ”

The last day I looked back at the hymn by pressing the earset on my ear.

I was carrying a radio and a pistol before I left.

Kang Chan took out the earset he had placed in the collar of his shirt and hung it in his ear.

Cheers.

“Three trillion, nothing more. ”

I stared at the hymn as the Stone Canyon confirms the earset in my ear.

“Is there an event nearby? ”

“There were no events reported today. ”

Kang Chan asked, and the end date replied.

In the meantime, the car passing through the tunnel stopped in front of a signal to Zhang Chongdong Hotel.

The National Intelligence Service reports on the work of each team and coordinates with the Deputy Commissioner and the Principal, who does not manage them.

Cheers.

“Stop at the entrance for a while. ”

Cheers.

“Got it.”

It was after Kang Chan finished the radio. The signal changed and a passenger car turned left like a Uton turned towards the hotel entrance, and a rope stopped in the wide square in front of the hotel entrance.

Beep! Beep!

An unidentified hotel parking attendant sharply blew the whistle and Lee Duhee stepped out of the car to deal with them.

“You have to pull the car out. ”

“Because of the government, we'll take care of it. ”

Because of tomorrow's event, the hotel staff also had a sharp nerve.

The lecture from the car walked toward the range with the final day and the lagoon.

Quickly finishing up and moving is for the crew waiting in the passenger car and courtesy of the hotel staff who are doing their best for their mission without knowing anything.

Four agents from the back of the car were scattered around, looking quickly at whether there were any abnormalities in the surrounding buildings or whether any of the suspects were among the marchers.

Kang Chan, who stands in the distance, confirmed that the cars coming out of the hotel were moving along the same line.

I looked into whether there was a disturbing building right now, and I wanted to find out where it would be appropriate if the American side were to leave here and work while heading to Qingwa.

It was a time to smile at the man in the suit who was standing across the diagonal of the range.

Cheers.

“Boundary no. 2! ”

Once again, the radio station of the National Intelligence Service came into the audience.

When he saw the final day, he pressed the radio button on the jacket.

Cheers.

“Deputy Commissioner. Do you have an event here? ”

The radio of hymns crossed.

Cheers.

“This is Special Agent Yoon Jang-hoon. VIP Movement.”

The answer came right away.

Although it is difficult to eavesdrop on the National Intelligence Service radio, it is not possible to impersonate the deputy commissioner for eavesdropping on him. Yoon Jang-hoon was already forced to stop at the hotel entrance.

That's why the answer came right across.

“It's like those guys, right? ”

Kang Chan glanced at the Stone Canyon and pointed at two men across the range.

“Fuchch.”

The Lion Gang Ho smiled and smiled at the end of the day.

I don't know what it would look like in the eyes of others, but there was a lot of clumsiness in being a special agent in charge of security.

It must have been the first mission.

He had a burning mission on his shoulders that was bright enough to illuminate his surroundings, and in the meantime, he was clumsy to try not to stand out from others.

When such agents gain experience, they become competent agents such as Thumb Ji Won or Kim Hyung-jeong, and they become leaders of national intelligence agencies in the future.

Kang Chan grabbed the radio microphone.

Cheers.

“Two people in the hotel diagonal, split left and right around the corner. The spacing falls about 7 meters straight. ”

When the radio went down, the two men who were in the gaze of the hymn were astonished, giving the gaze to this side and moving quickly as instructed.

Cheers.

“Release your posture. If so, it looks like we have a special agent on our forehead. You see the crosswalk in front of you? As if waiting for a signal. Except for a little strength. ”

Two people were changing postures following the radio of the hymn.

“Much better, Boyu. ”

That much is hard for the general public to notice.

However, the enemies they have to deal with are never common.

Cheers.

“I'm sorry, Deputy Director. This is our first practice agent today. ”

Soon after the words of the Stone River fell, Yoon Jang-hoon's radio came in like an excuse.

Cheers.

“We have a sick memory of losing the former Crown Principal. And learning is not a shame. Learn the good things from experienced seniors. ”

While the hymnal radio was being broadcast, the cars were busy moving.

“Many agents have made today an unnamed star. Please don't let their light fade. ”

It was the moment of the end of the audition radio.

Cheers.

“Deputy Commissioner. I remember. I heard something wonderful on the way through. I was excited because it seemed like a painful lesson to me who was tired of my schedule. ”

Gogan Woo's radio was followed immediately.

Cheers.

“I will take your meeting with the Deputy Commissioner very seriously. ”

That's how the radio ends.

Black passenger cars and passenger cars pass quickly and agents begin to disperse.

Kang Chan looked around for about five minutes and then moved to the car.

“We move from here to the front of the bridge. ”

At the same time as Kang Chan was in the car, the agents were in the car behind him, and the car started that way.

As Principal Gogan Woo passed, the situation was over.

Park Jinwoo, who first came out to practice today, waited for the passenger car to take two people with him.

“Isn't that wonderful? You said he was the deputy director. Ahhh! When I was training with the counter-terrorism team, I was choked. ”

Park Jinwoo didn't listen very well to the motivator's words.

There was a glimpse of the river hymn standing on the diagonal of the range, the lagoon next to it, the final day, and the senior agents who were scattered around and skillfully guarded.

‘I will be an agent that seniors will be proud of. ’

It was time for Park Jinwoo to recall his firm commitment.

“Hey!”

I called Park Jin-woo, who was dumb.

A passenger car flashing an emergency light three or four steps away was waiting for the two of them.

After a short break, I practiced again on the way back to Goganwoo.

Kang-chan stopped three times while going to Qingwa from Zhang Chung-dong Hotel.

I found a poisonous building on the left and right side of the road, and I even heard the wrong idea of how good it would be to pound my heart in front of a building that would really be a problem.

“Final day. Check the billboard building, the guard room, and tell them to place the crew on the roof. ”

“Got it.”

It was the second time I didn't get out of the car and the first time I got out of the car and walked to the front of the building.

Glass was moving between two Seaman passenger cars. There was a combination of strong impressions and last-day, four agents moving along the hymn, which was certainly a compelling combination for people to see.

I am well aware of the gaze of the wanderers, the agents who follow, and the grievances of the men who guard the front and back, but this was not something I could roughly move on.

After a slow look around, the auditorium moved into the car.

Since when?

The unpleasant feeling that someone was watching was clinging to the hymn like gum on the thighs.

“Let's go to the office. ”

The final day of the audition was immediately followed by a radio call, and Lee Du-hee moved his car.

“What's wrong? Did you feel bad? ”

“Even if two shifts are not an exercise, there may be a need to be vigilant about this line. ”

“Hm. If it's a building roof, you can't block all the windows to the road, right? ”

“If you can do it, you have to do it. ”

The lagoon, which heard the answer to the hymn, looked around the buildings outside the window with heavy eyes.

It was because if the terrorist attack on the President of the United States were to happen in Korea, the afterstorm would not be small for any reason.

Don't you think we should stop the President of the United States from hurting himself? ”

In a tense situation, Kang Chan picks up and laughs.

Self-injury?

What do you have to gain from doing that?

However, the laughter of the hymn did not last long.

It was because the situation was so extreme that the US thought it was self-inflicted.

Kang Chan gazed out the window.

What the hell do they want?

* * *

Grafeld lifts a small bottle of water into his hand and drank it all in one breath.

“Whoo.”

As time went by, the tension became more and more intense, and now I even feel a tingling neck.

Thyr. Thyr. Thyr.

Just a phone call. It beeps almost once every five minutes.

Grafeld quickly picks up the phone and presses the call button with his thumb.

“Report.”

[We're all set.]

“How many people?”

[A total of 420,000.]

Grafeld, who pushed out the paperwork right in front of him, brought a map and placed two A4 sheets of paper on it.

“Don't forget the hours of operation. This operation must be conducted simultaneously. Do you understand? It's most important not to be caught moving, to push them in unison at a set time and destroy them in one breath. ”

[Half have already completed the move. Other than that, the pilgrimage that preceded Ramadan was already on the way, so there is no particular suspicion.]

“All right. Good luck. ”

[Thank you.]

After hanging up the phone, Grafeld sighs loudly.

Well, it feels like there's a hymn standing right in front of you.

As he stretched out his hand with a fluffy smile, he grabbed Grafeld's head and felt the fear of turning it over on his smulsome desk, drifting around like a ghost.

“What are you going to do? If you launch energy from a satellite, you'll end up dead! No, even if you were alive, everything you had would be gone! ”

Miss Grafeld grumbles with malice, saying that the frames on the front wall are laudable.

“You shouldn't have gotten rid of Sueden! Even if we eliminated him, Kuchman should have had enough to carry him! If you think you're an enemy, you'll kill them all, so you can't just stick together like this! ”

Grafeld shakes his head and leans against the backrest as he stares at the frame.

What if Kang Chan heard this?

He would have laughed and reached out with his bloody eyes.

“Starting tonight. Let's do it. ”

Grafeld, who threw himself out like a spit, picked up his phone and found a number.

Hic.

After he pressed the call button with his thumb.

[I'm a tourist.]

I crossed the heavy road.

“What's the target's location? ”

[I went into the blue house. We'll remove it on the way out. There are specifications.]

“Specifications?”

[He appeared in front of the listing in the code circle.]

Grafeld couldn't stand it.

[I simply looked at the situation, and it was all I had to say. They were in front of the code circle for about seven minutes until they arrived and left.]

“If there is nothing wrong with the situation, proceed with the plan. ”

[Copy that.]

“Good luck. ”

After finishing the call, Grafeld examined the documents with his own eyes.

Gogan Woo's elimination is the first flare of the operation.

“Whoo.”

If you don't die, you die.

It is now irreversible.

Grafeld held his right hand firmly.