It was bright and sunny in Jeungpyeong that Tuesday morning. It was already late autumn as evidenced by the red blanket over the mountains that were waiting for winter to arrive.

A sedan got off the highway and came to a stop halfway on the road leading to the mountains.

Click. 

As soon as Kim Tae-Jin stepped out from the passenger seat, Suh Sang-Hyun got out of the driver’s seat.

“Is this the place?” Kim Tae-Jin asked out loud.

The road that Kim Tae-Jin was looking at was clean of any trace of the accident—there wasn’t even a single piece of debris. Kim Tae-Jin glanced at the mountain. When he turned to the road again, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, cupping the fire from the wind with his hands.

“Whew!”

The autumn wind carried away the smoke he exhaled toward the mountains. As he set down the cigarette to one side of the road, his face wrinkled so much that it seemed he was trying to bottle up his anger.

He was in front of Suh Sang-Hyun right now. He had to behave as his higher-up should.

“Whew!” Kim Tae-Jin let out a long sigh and pressed his fingers to his temples. “I told Kang Chan that we should let Wui Min-Gook live. I relentlessly chased Wui...