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Tanzania, Daresalam - Ferry Wharf

On the other side of the rippling waves in the dark, a three-seater yacht approaches the beach across the wind. Minho pulls the main sail and the seat that follows, and simultaneously manipulates the rudder key to divert the yacht's course to a spot just away from the ferry dock.

“You're pretty good at this. ”

Sitting at the forefront of the ship, the white monk turned his gaze to Minho who lightly demonstrated sailing skills.

“You said you were twenty-four years old? ”

Min Ho muttered, smiling quietly at his questionable gaze.

“I learned beyond my shoulders. I didn't know my friend had such a fancy hobby. ”

“Friend?”

“Yes, Bishop. Agent, I need you to turn up the main sail, we need to slow down. ”

Baek Seoin reflexively did what he asked Minho to do. After a four-hour voyage from the docks of Zanzibar shortly after sunset, even the white passengers were accustomed to manipulating auxiliary sails.

Minho, who held the key, slowly watched as the beach approached and touched the piece of clay in his pocket. And I said to Singapore, sitting in the middle,

I'm here.

Is this Dare Salaam?

"Yes, there's a car I rented in the parking lot on the ferry pier up there.

Until this morning, Singapore had not thought that it would be able to escape in such a half-free body, but watched for a while the young Asian man who had led himself safely to this place.

Is this what all M. Korea people do?

What?

Your lover has come to this earth to help those suffering from civil war between our tribe and the Horizario front. And you're helping me with this situation. The Tuchis aren't this merciful to outsiders of the Tuchies.

The yacht reaches the beach. Minho jumped over the water at the depth of his ankle, saying.

Cultural differences. The Koreans think it's a courtesy to honor you. It's just that I don't do it unconditionally. I've already told all the sources I know about the Tucci situation, and I can't guarantee how the countermeasures will react in the future.

If the worst-case scenario you mentioned during the day is · · · · · · · ·.

Severe Blow to the Whole Tuchi Tribe. You can't guarantee the lives of the hostages.

In Bishop's opinion, Minho decided that Singapore should return safely to the Tuchies and establish authority as chief to set things right. And the more the rebels don't know about Singapore, the better. If the head of Hwang's team at the Countermeasures Committee coordinates well in the back,

I can't believe Bishop found out you're a pretty good veteran.

Go up, Chief.

Following Minho in the lead, Singapore and Baek Seung-beom moved. Baek Seung-beom stood next to Min-ho and asked as if he was worried.

“What if the CIA finds us? ”

“I can't. I have to get caught. ”

“Are you sure about that? ”

Minho confidently said to the bewildered Baek Myung Bum.

“The Countermeasures Committee cannot publicly mention Singapore. There was no Tanzania in the first place. The only way to effectively extrapolate a city of this magnitude is to focus a large amount of power in an instant. And that's not an option right now. ”

“Ah.”

“If you call the police, the story will be different. Are you a spy? ”

“No! Mr. Kang Minho. ”

I prayed for Bishop's concubine, but the Baek Seung Bum was amazed and called Minho.

“My head was a little stiff because I was pulled into the National Guard while wrestling. In the future, if you continue to explain this without hesitation, I will be grateful to learn. ”

“Until you need to learn · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Minho stood in front of the car that she had parked in the morning. I took the key from the backpack and handed it to the Singanian who was following me.

I'll give you a spare. · · · · · You can stop at gas stations and grocery stores and get to the border.

Minho advises on how to move. Baek Seung-hyung, who was standing next to him, pressed the button on the communicator.

- Hey, where are you?

“I've arrived at the harbor. ”

- You haven't left Singapore, have you?

“Yes, Kang Minho is handing over the key. ”

- Tell Kang Minho. After a thorough search of Zanzibar failed, the CIA requested the Tanzanian police department to conduct a road-based sweep. There aren't many roads that lead out of the city, so they must be inspected. You should have a contingency plan.

“Hiccup.”

As soon as we finished communicating, Baek Seung Bum called Minho. And he told Hwang Jing Myung exactly what he had heard.

“Inspection?”

Minho held Bishop's mirror in his hand. The CIA has been responding effectively. But they only think about Singapore, and they don't know they're helping.

"I think it would be a good idea to disguise yourself and take you outside the city. ’

It was impossible to go out at night.

Minho took out his prepaid phone and dialed Veronica's number that he had received in the morning. The beep soon followed by the sound of the handset.

- Yes, sir.

Professor, it's Minho.

I was worried because the lights weren't on in the guest room at sunset. How'd it go?

Somewhat. Professor, I'm sorry, but I need a favor.

Minho, who finished his call, looked back at Singapore.

Chief, why don't you start tomorrow? Be prepared. The police are sweeping the main roads right now, so you'll need to work through all the routes before you can leave.

He nodded right away because he was a Singaporean who trusted Minho. Baek Seoin looked at Minho with half a doubt as to what he was going to do next.

Minho quickly brought up the story about the conversation he just had.

“Agent, I think we should take a break from my stay and go in the morning. Would you like to follow me, or would you like to return to the hotel? If you die, I'll give you a ride to the front. ”

“Of course I should follow · · huh? How did you know I was staying at the hotel? ”

Minho climbed into the driver's seat and said as if it was not a big deal.

“You entered under the guise of a business visit. If you came into the diplomatic channel, you would have packed at least a handgun into the diplomatic bag. It's not just holstered in a shirt. ”

The Baek Seung Bum gave me goose bumps. I saw Singapore quietly climbing on the passenger seat, quickly opened the back seat door and sat in the car. Whether Kang Minho is a celebrity or not, I have been wondering whether he is a real agent who has experienced a fierce information war, whether he only heard words from Hwang Myung Myung and his classmates. And it was slowly turning into certainty.

The Baek Seung Bum's gaze, which he felt he should never stick to, focused on the movements of the people.

* * *

Tanzania, Daressalam - Union University Residence

The morning was bright.

A bed in a small guest house that arrived late last night. As soon as I lay down, Baek Myung Bum, who was asleep, slowly lifted his eyelid to the sound of the horse.

On the other side of the bed, Minho and Singania were sitting opposite each other and talking. In an African language that no one understands.

“Are you awake? Eat first. ”

Minho pointed to the orange juice and bread on the table to the white monk who woke up and spoke to Singapore.

"If someone plans and plans a conspiracy at one end of the planet, it's only a matter of days before they can do it on the other side of the planet.

Are you saying that my way of mapping is wrong?

It's more old and right than wrong. Digging trenches and preparing for battle is not a modern way of fighting. Right now, we can't overcome the intensive firepower of a whistle blower.

A Singaporean general who led many civil wars with high levels of military activity and excellent leadership. Then, Minho explained to him the concept of modern tactics: The Baekbeom, who did not even know it in his dreams, only took bread to his mouth and watched the two of them stand still.

The trend in war is changing. Weapons are strong enough to cause severe destruction with only a small number of activists, while population density and infrastructure are increasing, resulting in massive casualties in a single bombing. The non-state forces that do this are called terrorists. The chief's Tuchies are currently stateless.

That's why Western forces are calling us terrorists.

Yes, but we don't have to solve it by force conflicts alone. NGOs, businesses, media, religious groups. There's a whole world of activity out there that doesn't have a country's name. It's not the same concept as a tribe, but like a tribe. Even if the Tucci can't go with the Holisario front, doesn't it matter if they don't belong to this country?

Baek Seung Bum was surprised and surprised to hear Minho's words silently as the Singanian listened to him who reiterated that he should be careful when dealing with even the world's most respected senior Hwang Jing. If such a view is common to the world, it is likely that he met a teacher who gives him a deep realization.

How is that even possible? Will it work? "

God, I can't believe there's such a respected Korean chief in the middle of Africa, fighting in a civil war. The white monk had to experience the chilly cock rising in his forearm from morning.

Beevik.

The communicator on the table sparkles, leaving the monk hanging in his ear.

“Yes, sir. ”

- Report.

“Well, I was told I'd be leaving early with the help of an Archaeologist here · ·”

- Archaeology professor?

“He's Russian. It has nothing to do with this, Kang Minho did not mention it in detail because he is just a helper. I have a daughter. She's pretty. I'll report you on the way out. ”

- What's Kang Min-ho doing?

The Baek Seung Bum turned his gaze to Flowing Minho.

“I'm just saying something to Singapore. ”

- What's that?

“Because I know. African. There are more than 100 individual tribal languages in Tanzania. ”

- Then ask me, you idiot!

“From the atmosphere, Kang Min-ho seems to be telling Singapore something great. Singapore applauds and applauds now. ”

- Do not relay. Tsk, that's it! Situation room's up and running, so report back hourly. I'll call you as soon as I know anything.

“Hiccup.”

The door of the guest house was opened while Baek Seung Bum was fitting the communicator properly. Yesterday, the beautiful Russian college girl who I met just now appeared, and the Baekbeom stared at her with his mouth wide open.

Mr. River. This arrived at the airport.

She approaches Minho with a box of palms in her hand. Baek Seung Beom never regretted not learning English as well as this moment.

Minho stood up to Tina's voice and received the box.

Thank you, Tina.

My mom will be ready in 30 minutes, so you can come out then. I have class. See you later.

Tina waves to the people in the room and disappears.

He's here!

Minho, who had a box commissioned by the airline for express delivery, could not help but get excited.

With this, we can finally figure out where the galaxy is.

When I opened the cowardly package, I saw a piece of paper wrapped around a fold and the size of it that fits into the palm of my hand.

"Compass?"

An object with a compass on a transparent base with a ruler and magnifying glass. As soon as I held it in my hand, a memory flashed.

An explorer moving endlessly towards some point in the cold Antarctica.

I think my hands and feet will freeze just looking at me in this hot region, Minho shakes his head and chases away memories.

It's an artifact from the Extreme Explorer. ’

Folded separately was a partial map of the eastern African region.

How to use it was simple.

when you hold it in your hand, and you think of something you want, a place, or something. But it had to be a relationship with the person holding it.

‘The West Galaxy.’

Minho watches the needle of the compass spin and throws his gaze at the map. A warm light spreads from the compass that only you can see, and then you stay on the map. Light began exploring along the contour in the map. Then Minho's eyes were caught in the place where it stopped.

Chief, here's the spot. Do you know where it is?

Standing next to Minho, he nodded at this question as if he had been interested since he opened the map and gazed carefully.

Next to Maccaba. There's an underground camp where the Tuchians imprison those who have sinned. But how did he know about this place? The Node of the Panshir Valley that no one knows but the Tuchies.

I think I have a hostage here.

"Hostage? Hmm, there's a chance. It's easier to defend than other military Nodes.

I want to run right now. But that's all he has to do. Unless you're Rambo with a gun and plunge into that valley, the CIA or Special Forces experts will be the first to take over the area. Minho nodded his head as Bishop suggested we deliver this location to the Situation Room's Hwang Myung Myung.

“Agent Baek Seung Bum. ”

“Yes, Minho. ”

“Please check the latitude and longitude here. The chief of Singapore is confident the hostages will be here. This is the Node in Panshir Valley, but there's an underground camp. ”

“Are you serious?”

A white-knuckle monk opened the communication channel and began to report.

In 30 minutes.

Minho stood in front of the guest house and looked at the loaded porter.

From shovels and small sheaves, trucks filled with mechanical equipment for lipid measurements were a camouflage to get Singapore safely out of the city.

The route Veronica took to the Arusha Excavation Site, driving herself out of Daressalam, seemed safer than any other way. She has lived here for 15 years and is friendly to the local police, so she will leave Singapore safely.

With a simple costume, Singapore puts a bag full of food behind Porter and turns its back. Minho asked him one last time to look at him.

After arriving in Arusha, drive the truck to the west · · · · · · ·.

I remember every path. Enough is enough.

Singania, who was always a blunt face, smiled slightly and approached Minho.

I promise. If we go back and find the traitor inside, we'll make sure you get the Tuchies' kidnapped hostages here safely.

Good luck.

Yesterday and yesterday, I have the best chance of finding it. Minho prayed again and again for the success of Singapore.

M.

Singania slowly reached out to Minho. He puts his hands on Minho's head and mutters, "Shicamo." He sneaks up behind the truck and wraps himself in a dusty cloth.

"Shicamo?"

It's a Tanzanian greeting that respects and respects you.

Veronica continues to explain as she approaches Minho.

Usually done by young people to adults. The Tuchies don't know any manners, but it's amazing. Minho must have been very grateful.

‘Ahh · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Minho, who was watching Singapore hide, asked Veronica.

Professor, do you know the Tutsi well?

If it wasn't for the civil war, I would have wanted to meet the tribe. It must have been a long time ago, but the Maasai famously hailed them as the Heart of Steel.

In her answer, Minho recalled a story that singania called faith, pointing to her heart.

Please take good care of the chief even Arusha, Professor.

Don't worry. Not as bright as Lu Shu, but I'm one of the few women here.

Veronica climbs into the driver's seat and smiles at Minho. Whatever was on that smile, Minho felt confounded that she wanted to see her father.

I'll be back later.

Porter left the yard.

Baek Seung Bum, who was staring at the car leaving standing at the entrance of the guest house, waved his hands at Porter.

The truck that disappeared full of luggage behind it was a model that could be seen in Korea. I was surprised that it was in the middle of downtown Africa, but everyone thought it was not a big deal, so I also pretended that it was okay.

Beevik.

- Winner, what's the situation?

From yesterday, Baek Myung Bum started to report to Hwang Myung Myung who communicates whenever he had time.

“Singapore has left. ”

- You said Arusha Excavation Site is an archeological car that travels periodically?

“Yes.”

- Get me surveillance on this vehicle. If it gets bad, we can ask the Ambassador to tell him we have our stuff.

“That's the thing. This is Porter next to him, which says," The Great Tent. "You know, a ton of trucks? Used for one in the driver's license field. If you look at it, you'll see. ”

- What did you say?

“The Great Tent. There in the baggage compartment, the Singanians crouched. ”

- You can't be serious.

“No, I'm not.”

Even the Baek Seung Bum, who had actually watched the process of leaving, thought that this explanation itself did not make sense.

Events the world is focusing on. A critical figure, even though the CIA and rebels are secretly pursuing him, is on a second-hand port sold by a self-employed tent businessman in Korea, now on the run.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

- Winner.

“Yes, sir. ”

- That location intel we received earlier, we told Deputy Director Eric that we found it, and we overruled it at first. Then I brought up the Panzir camp and he was surprised. I think that's the Node known as Highly Confidential. We're in the deep end now. Three hours until primary confirmation once unmanned transport is approved. Give it to Kang Minho.

“I understand.”

Time to wait for contact with Hwang Jing Nam.

This was the second possibility we found today.

Minho was sitting at the guest house looking at the picture in her phone. The latest view of the Western Galaxy. Standing with the two children at the refugee camp, she smiles and looks at herself.

Are you okay? The CIA can get their hands on the galaxy. Be sure to stay hidden and wait for the Delta Force or Navy Seal soldiers from the movie to arrive. ’

You may not hear it, but Minho, who murmured in his heart, was grateful to see the needle in his hand spinning endlessly and be able to sense that she was alive somewhere else.

The light extending out of the compass points to one side.

This explorer's artifact tells me exactly where the map is, but if I just hold it in my hand, it allows me to point in this direction and measure the distance with a turning century.

Seeing the needle spinning at a rapid rate, she felt like she was so far away, Min-ho thought of someone else.

"I trust the Chief of Singapore has arrived safely? ’

The light in the compass changed direction. The needle spins more slowly.

‘The ball manager must be worried sick. It must have been a winter record written by Lee Seol. Could she have made it back from Hawaii alive? The American flag team would have made it home. ’

When I think of my friends in Korea one by one, the needle is so swirling that I can't see it. Minho thought of others so many times, but in the end, he gave up because he only thought about the galaxy.

‘As soon as I get back safely, I'll be able to stand up and socialize. No, it's like getting married and seeing. I don't care how popular it is. You have a child who looks just like the Milky Way. No, he's this young, but he's slow. ’

Min-ho, who was imagining to ease his frustration like that, looked at the compass and paused.

What's going on? ’

The compass spins when I think of the face of the West Galaxy. And if you think about something else, it stops. And then I think of him.

Fangburgh.

Why is this spinning?

‘My · · · Child? ’

The light from the compass just pointed to the direction where the Western Galaxy is. And the needle began to rotate at the same level as the distance between the galaxies.

* * *

Burundi, Maccaba - Panshir Camp

The West Galaxy casts her gaze out of the iron window and sees a patrol with a rifle strapped to his shoulder disappearing across the hall, whispering inside.

Gone.

Immediately after this, Leah Taylor pulls out a cloth the size of a palm of her hand that was hidden between her breasts.

Leah carefully peeled off a block of cloth and took out her phone with pieces inside, asking for the galaxy.

Galaxy. Can you really contact me with this? It's completely broken.

This symbol card purchased with communication chips and prepaid. If it's alive, the rest is just a circuit problem. As long as the patrol sees you using your cellphone, I'm sure you can use it here if you fix it.

The galaxy is trying to assemble itself, looking carefully at the broken phone. Leah watches her quietly. Twenty-two years old, a nice girl from Korea. Obviously, that was all I thought about until five days ago.

Battery touch is a problem, but I think this can be connected by wiring a display device that I don't need.

I don't know if I can see it.

Actually, I don't know.

How are you assembling it if you don't know?

Yes.

The galaxy smiles with a face covered in mud. It must have been hard for a man to endure, but Leah felt a willingness in her appearance without even color.

Five days locked up with no hope.

Leah was able to survive in this prison of horrors because of that smile that the girl was showing only weakly.

Galaxy is not a department of political diplomacy, but a department of mechanical engineering?

It's not like that, Leah.

Seo Eun-hwa glanced at the interior wall of the prison, which was a subtle glow that she encountered as she entered here. I was curious and the light disappeared as soon as I touched it, but I saw it clearly.

The problem was not just the light.

Suddenly, a bunch of expertise that I hadn't learned before caused her a great deal of embarrassment.

‘I don't know why, but I'm not crazy. ’

After a few days, every time I touched the wall, I was used to the idea of new knowledge. And to some extent, I learned the identity of this wall.

Beyond the inner wall was a communications facility. This was a war bunker that was built before the prison.

The letter pressed against the protruding circuitry of the mobile phone with your fingertips and let out a short groan in pain.

Oh, it's bleeding.

It's okay. I just put it in the antenna, but it's not broken.

I smiled brightly at the western galaxy with my fingertips on my mouth. Leah squeezes her hands together because she feels sorry for the smiling galaxy.

I think galaxies are stronger than they look.

I'm not the only one. But the ones that got released. Did you arrive safely?

Leah shrugs as she recalls all this time.

3 days after being locked up by an armed gunman who entered the Refugee Camp. Sudden release of hostages. When he asked you to send three people who were too old to last, the kidnappers responded to the request. but Nicholas, the British actor who claimed it at the very beginning, was beaten and moaning in the next room as a warning not to install it.

Leah sees the galaxy staring at her as if she were consoling herself, and pushes her fear aside.

Leah.

Yes?

Can we all go back if we pay our ransom?

Maybe. And don't underestimate American power. We'll find a way. I've worked with CIA agents.

Trust me, I am.

Seo Milan stared at a small window in the corner that only had a single inch of sunlight in the middle of the day.

Min-ho wants to see you so badly, I'm so sorry, Mom. When I tried to cry, I stood still. You place your hand on the inner wall.

At the moment of the pause, knowledge of communications that the West Galaxy didn't know was swirling through my mind. This is why I thought Heaven would help me.

There must be a string of hope, she relentlessly turns to herself.

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