Poten

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AM 11: 10. Central station, cafeteria.

Minho, who was sitting in a chair, turned his sunglasses around and looked at the hundreds of people passing by the station. I was a little nervous because I didn't know when or where the contact would come from among those civilians.

Civilian? ’

After dressing up in disguise, Min-ho who found himself calling people ‘civilians' for nothing shook his head to the left and to the right.

This was merely to fulfill what the Hand Mirror owner had not achieved in his lifetime. There is a great risk of getting caught pretending to have an agent posed as a secret agent in front of a Swiss spy official. Real agents don't know what kind of weapon they're carrying.

"Yes or no?" ’

The vision shakes its head, pointing to the surveillance cameras all over the station. Ten years ago, the central station had been equipped with X-rays to stop weapons from coming in.

"Somehow, this is a safe rendezvous point, here. ’

One moment I was so lost in thought, another vision sat across the table.

- You're early today, Bishop.

- Nathan.

Minho saw the landscape quickly return to 10 years ago. The two seated people changed from a blurry vision to a clear face.

Bishop, the owner of the hand mirror, asked with a serious face.

- How many did you get?

- All the agents in Eastern Europe. I caught the traitor who leaked the list, but I lost the ability to support Zurich. I'm ordering you to evacuate to the French safe house.

- I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to decline this order.

- I'm sorry?

- If I give up this Node, the other agents will be in danger from finishing the mission. There's only five of them in Russia right now.

- You know what it's like to have an undercover intelligence agent. Bishop, you're worth more than any other agent.

Minho realized Bishop was at risk of being spoofed by foreign institutions and was left to die for another colleague.

‘There was also brotherhood in the world of ruthless spies. ’

Bishop got up from his seat.

- Don't worry, Nathan. If it gets dangerous, I'll execute the operation and get out.

- Operation?

- You know, the movie that changes faces.

- Bishop, there's no such thing as turning people into people.

- Just in case. Maybe it will happen when technology improves. Don't be surprised if I turn up as a Hollywood actress.

- Stay alive, Bishop.

- You work out. Ship's out.

Ten years ago, the landscape came back to life.

Bishop?

At the same time, one person approached beside the actual table.

‘Finally.'

Minho turned his head and was surprised at the moment. The contact was not Nathan who witnessed Bishop's memories.

A brunette in her mid-20s.

The blue eyes that looked like they were wearing color lenses were impressive, but either it was because of the thick hornrims or because they looked like innocent American girls, not agents.

Mr. Bishop, what do we do now? ’

Minho was wondering how to respond because his vision had disappeared, and he felt the warm energy that started from the mirror in his left hand spread throughout his body.

Bishop begs for Minho's voice and starts talking.

"Sit down. You're here instead of Nathan.

He retired a long time ago. I would have been his fifth.

After 10 years, many agents would have been replaced for reasons they couldn't avoid. Many deaths will be claimed during the operation. Minho, who was sharing Bishop's feelings, smiled bitterly.

What should I call you?

Call me Blake.

Nathan's successor would be in a position to analyze and report the information the undercover agent collected. Blake said in a excited voice.

We are all very encouraged to see our missing senior. It's an honor to meet you, my legendary boss.

Minho wonders if the opponent mistakenly thinks he's Bishop. He's old, but he's different.

You think he's undercover? ’

As soon as I questioned Bishop's knowledge came to my mind. In order to avoid the risk of most exposure, the undercover agent only communicates a very small amount of personal information to a colleague. It was unlikely that the analyst would recognize the appearance of the agent who was active 10 years ago.

Minho said, without sunglasses.

I'm not Bishop.

Yes? But Bishop is the only protocol....

I have something that he asked me to deliver.

Minho immediately asked.

Do you have a pen? Get the coordinates you're calling right now.

"Tell me, just put it in here.

Blake's blue eyes glitter as he taps his head. Minho nods, knowing that the opponent, like the agent on the ring, has been trained to remember.

"54.808477, 30.819448. Ten years ago, there were five missing agents across the Russian border. When you do, please verify your identification number so that it can be placed in the arms of your country and family.

…….

54.182004, 23.345312. where an agent who had not returned from Lithuania fell asleep. There's a cave in the forest, but it won't be hard to find it. 50.77...

What Bishop continued to say through Minho's mouth was the location of those killed in the exposures of the Eastern European activists.

Agents who have been hiding their identities for a long time and living as someone else can only be treated as public figures after their deaths.

Gastrointestinal Agent Death Protocol.

Bishop wanted to give them back their names. Minho didn't know what the dead wanted to protect by sacrificing themselves, but he felt the corners of his breasts being eaten.

Finally…….

Of course, Minho thought Bishop was talking about the place where he died and fell asleep. However, a completely different story came out of my mouth.

Just in case, the art of changing your face. Did you develop it?

I don't know... I'm not in the tech team either. Probably not.

Where did you spend all that defense money?

This was a light joke only Minho could tell when he saw the conversation with Nathan.

Blake carefully recalled the coordinates he had heard.

Can't you tell me about Agent Bishop?

Agent Blake.

Yes, sir…… Ah, what should I call you?

Minho answered roughly by letters in the middle of the name.

Call me M. And can you get that to your home country? Bishop's retired. Don't look for him anymore.

Minho lost his words in the tragic memory he saw when he tried to remember where Bishop's body was.

Watching her flee in a car. Stuck in a building. Until the last time foreign agents exploded to keep a secret. Even if there were a body in that explosion, it would have been cremated.

Good luck, Mr. Bishop. ’

Bishop nods quietly at Minho's face, shining in the mirror.

"Thank you."

It was a greeting to himself, not Blake, but an answer to her.

Thank you more, Mr. M.

Even though I borrowed someone else's body, my mind is always in my home country…… Agent Bishop asked me to pass it on.

Soon, the warm energy that was hovering around my body became quiet, and the light that was still young disappeared in my hand mirror.

‘Let's see. ’

After successfully taming the artifact, Min-ho held the mirror in his hand, anticipating what it would be capable of. While looking at the angle of the mirror, you see a servant in the Central Station Square moving sharply to the left and to the left.

"Huh?"

The analytical ability in Bishop's experience has warned me that that station worker is suspicious. The station attendant puts his hand on your ear and mutters something. Minho immediately touched the Braille watch and listened to the sound.

- l 'endroit approcher…….

It was French for "approaching what is expected to be a tangent." Blake asks, "What's wrong with Minho? He's embarrassed."

What's the matter, Mr. M?

That station attendant. It's not even lunchtime. I'm free to wander outside the ticketing booth. Looking for someone. Don't you have any doubts?

‘Hm? Why is your tone suddenly.... ’

The French had a second pronunciation that sounded like English, and the voice was low and dull. Minho, who realized that he was imitating someone else in the unconscious bird, turned his gaze to the mirror.

"Really?"

Analyzing their information against the mirror and imitating it. This mirror seems to have Bishop's cloaking abilities intact. The light of the ring was absorbed and dissipated, but I still have no idea what the connection is.

I think Mr. M is right.

Blake doesn't care much that his tone has changed while looking at the workers.

Minho, who put down the hand mirror, asked Blake.

Were you followed on the way?

Blake shakes his head vigorously in Minho's eyes, asking if it was a mistake.

Absolutely not. They were surprised that the protocol itself had been here for 10 years. Hang on, I'll call David.

Blake rubs a section of his hornrimmed glasses with communication equipment.

David. Check to see if there are any operational forces at the Central Station... Huh?

Minho snatches his horn-rimmed glasses from her while trying to communicate. His eyes widen as he looks at Minho, who crushes him by pressing on the part with a small communication device.

What are you doing?

As soon as you communicated, the author responded. Keep your face facing me, just looking at me sideways, 11 o'clock. Do you see it?

Blake swallows his groaning, noticing a strange trend in the station staff. Minho said.

This contact appears to be leaking. Maybe it's a breach in the encryption channel. Don't use it again.

What do we do now?

"What should I do? I have to get away from him.

Whether Bishop's experience was shared or JB's ring, Minho was not greatly embarrassed.

The clock says 11: 19. There was still 40 minutes to catch the train. If I left the station and returned to Kang Min-ho, that was it.

Ah, Mr. M. My face...

Minho took his hand to his cheek, which was convulsing gradually.

"Oops."

The situation changed as the variable that the retention time of the stiffness solution was reached was interrupted. You have one minute. You turn on the light in your eyes, and if the stiffness is released in front of the agent searching, there is no turning back.

Station attendant approaches the cafeteria. Blake lowers his voice.

They're coming this way.

Minho remembered the layout of the facility he saw as he entered the station. There was nothing on the ground floor but a large shopping mall on the ground floor. There are places where you can hide yourself.

I was in a hurry to get out of sight.

We have to move. Get up slowly without getting noticed.

I….

A young agent who had never undercover missions before, Blake looks at her with unfathomable eyes. Minho, on the other hand, understood and felt embarrassed.

It is not surprisingly simple to mix like water among people. Trained agents don't change their habits very well because of their survival instincts. It is common to make mistakes that try to constantly check information around you or react to sharp points of view. That's why the freshly deployed agents are the fastest to extract and are in danger.

Besides, Blake was an analyst. They've been called to follow past protocols, but they've only been scouting away from the site.

Let's just leave it alone, and I remembered Bishop's burning brotherhood.

Minho said in a low voice that he felt he had no choice.

Listen to me carefully. From now on, we'll ride an escalator down to the basement disguised as friendly.

At this time, I often used to pretend to be a lover. People don't usually look at loving lovers.

When Minho got up and reached out his hand, Blake held hands.

Don't look around. If you can't keep your eyes open, just look at me.

Yes.

Minho left the cafeteria and found a station attendant approaching. Blake's tension is transmitted through his hands. Blake stares at himself as he just said. I tried to disguise myself as a desperate lover, but I didn't have time to correct it.

Screw you.

It was the agent's instinct that triggered the moment of crisis.

After kissing Paige, and Blake's lips, Minho said in German as if it were nothing.

Shall we go to the underwear shop first? I wish I had something to wear tonight.

A blushing reaction to a bold joke. Minho smiled and kissed her as if she was cute once more. Then I passed by the station attendant.

The station attendant began to look at the customers one by one, passing by the cafeteria.

AM 11: 21. Central Station, Shopping District.

When he arrived at the escalator, Blake sighed for relief and looked at Minho.

Phew, I'm alive thanks to you.

That was excused, Agent Blake.

It's okay.

Blake didn't seem to think much of a feminine, lightweight kiss with a Western mindset.

Minho's gaze stayed on Blake's chest, touching his arm. I felt voluminous as a Western. Thanks to that, Minho was feeling a slow palpitation.

‘If you look closely, your face is also beautiful. ’

Continuing to look at Blake, I realized that she was deliberately grooming herself to look ordinary without any makeup. A face that can be noticeable or plain looking depending on the toilet technique. That was also a natural talent for undercover agents.

By the end of the escalator, Blake opened his mouth to Minho.

I need to contact David. If the crypto channel is compromised, another operation is compromised.

How can I contact you separately?

There's an untraceable line in the safe house.

I had to get out of the station anyway.

Minho walked into the shopping center on the first floor of the basement and began looking for a possible hiding place to reuse the stiffness solution.

Screw you.

Suddenly, a warm energy appeared on the ring. Minho glanced at the mirror, which was located in the sculpture on the ceiling reflectively, as the backbone sensation was cold. You see another man following you and Blake.

The user can still feel its touch on the Braille Clock, so it listens to the target's muttering.

- Два подозрительныдей…….

In Russian, Minho grumbled unknowingly when he said he was chasing two suspicious people.

Did you have any other agencies? ’

There was no way to sneak out as long as they were already being pursued as targets. Hypothetically, my facial cramps became more severe and I recovered to my original face.

The Russians who were watching noticed a strange sighting and approached the speed.

As the crisis accelerated, the ring's instinct preceded Minho's mind. Minho put on the sunglasses in his coat's pocket again and pressed his hat firmly. I quickly searched around the shopping center range.

Over there!

Minho grabs Blake's hand and turns to the side road. The two of them entered the corridor with a paid toilet.

Blake. Do you have a coin?

Are you going to disguise yourself here again?

"No, someone's tracking us.

Yes?

Minho took the coins from Surprise Blake and opened the door in the men's room. Then I shouted towards the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the hall.

“RUN!”

Tadadadak!

Minho flinches and waits for the sound of her running. As soon as the opponent appears, she pushes her palms firmly towards her neck.

Knuckle, while the Russian groaned and staggered, Minho grabbed the collar and pushed it into the open bathroom.

Wudang!

The opponent rolls the floor.

If a civilian tries to come, stop him.

After speaking quickly to Blake, Min-ho jumped into the bathroom.

The Russian who was ambushed stood up, gripping his teeth. Endurance of a trained teammate. Minho pushed his knee as fast as he could, following the instincts of the ring. The opposing Pokémon's chest is pierced to collapse, then pushes Minho headlong bare.

Minho slammed into the bathroom wall with a huge force.

“Khhhhh.”

It was the difference in weight class. Judging that the opponent of the muscle quality cannot be overwhelmed by a simple blow, the ring's instinct compels him to speed bind before the Braille's senses fade.

Thirty seconds? ’

Minho rushes in. He punches his opponent with a grappling mark on his neck.

Screw you.

The user pushes the opposing Pokémon's elbow joint with its shoulder, avoiding a flying fist. The opposing Pokémon slams Minho's back without feeling even the most painful elbow pain. Minho's palm slams his neck once again.

Bang! Bang!

Extreme agility and fighting against trained muscles.

Minho's meticulous sensibility of the Braille Clock continues to push effective strikes, avoiding the opponent with a paper gap.

And…….

The Russians squat on the floor. Minho sighed as he looked at the Russians who were passed out, foaming at them.

‘The interrogation's over. ’

It was not a oppressive opponent to ask.

Minho pulls out a small radio and wears it on the target's ear. After closing the bathroom door, you see Blake looking down the end of the hall.

Mr. M. Uh, how'd it go?

He's unconscious inside. We move.

Who was that man just now?

I think I'm an agent from Russia.

Minho grabbed Blake's muttering arm and began walking out of the bathroom hallway again.

Minho's eyes turned to look for a safe place to hide, and the right place came into his eyes. Shop in a corner of the mall for regular holidays. Minho went back to the side of the store and stood in front of the locked staff entrance.

Come in here.

Mr. M. It's a numbered lock. You can't just open it.

Possible.

Minho pulled the coin out of his pants pocket.

What is that?

Minho said it was a computer with moderately state-of-the-art chips because it could not be said that it was a family item that gave the answer to a problem that had already been set.

Minho flicked a coin at his fingertips.

Ping-g-g-Tak.

Back. This button is not the number to open the door.

Ping-g-g-Tak.

Front. This button is correct.

It took less than a minute to pick up the four numbers and find the combination sequence again.

Blake's eyes widen as Minho opens the door.

I have no idea how that works.

I don't have time to explain. Go inside.

You close the door and enter the warehouse where your clothes are stacked.

Get changed, Agent Blake. We need to disguise ourselves and get out of here.

Yes.

It was then.

- Cheers.

Minho felt a voice on the small radio he had taken from the Russians and stopped.

Is that Bishop? Mossad's on their way. Find out about the vault and pull out.

Minho's voice on the radio was stunned.

How many agencies have been eavesdropping on the crypto channel? ’

Minho, who opened the storage door slightly to look outside with his hand mirror, was surprised if there was a chase.

The pursuer is not visible.

It was because the scene you saw in the cafeteria was flowing straight through the mirror like in the first-person game. When I pushed the surface of the mirror with my hands, I could see what I wanted from a point of view freely.

‘Awesome.’

The length of the scene you saw was about 3 minutes. Minho realized that this was an effect that matched with the ring.

A peculiar phenomenon in which the ability of the ring to remember only by hearing is added to the ability of the mirror to collect information.

In the midst of the crisis, Minho, who was amazed at the ability of goods and goods to be expressed, found something in the hand mirror and rewind it.

‘Oh my……. ’

He wasn't the only one watching Bishop's contact.

A magazine shop across from the cafeteria that pretends to clean the windows. The impression was mild, but the spectacular skeleton was also suspicious.

It was clearly unnatural for a guy who came out of the flower shop and gave water to the planter to look at the station worker and then glanced at the magazine store.

‘I almost got caught going out in disguise. ’

Minho glanced at the clock. Now we have at least 30 minutes to get out of the station and avoid them.

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I'll get up and fix anything that doesn't smooth!

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