The direct line on Lanok’s desk rang. Exchanging a look with Raphael, Kang Chan picked up the phone.

“Ello?”

-Mr. Kang Chan. It’s me again, Ludwig. 

This time, Kang Chan was the one to keep his silence.

Meanwhile, a French agent and Choi Jong-Il’s group left the office with their weapons in hand.

-When you reach my age, you start to make calculations before you make decisions. It’s two in the morning here right now. Anyone would need some time to think if they suddenly received such a request in the middle of their sleep. 

Kang Chan remained silent.

Raphael had poured some tea into a cup and was putting it in front of Kang Chan as if he didn’t care about what the German was saying any longer.

-I ordered an emergency decree on the KSK. The European intelligence agencies are probably already watching with sharp eyes. What should I tell the three units that you asked for?

Great. That’s one checked off on the list. 

Kang Chan turned his head away from the receiver so Ludwig wouldn’t hear his sigh of relief.

“Thank...