Kim Hyung-Jung had been so busy since the crack of dawn that his soul probably couldn’t catch up with him. He had a presidential briefing yesterday, and he immediately had to take care of the requests from the Mongolian base today as soon as he woke up. To top it all off, he also had to handle the reports that were coming in from the National Intelligence Service agents all over Europe.0

He received important reports every day, so this should’ve been nothing new, but today, all the intelligence from the agents came in as coded messages with red “Top Secret” markings. It was as if they had collectively decided to pull a prank on him. He was already overwhelmed just sorting out and processing the information.0

‘Is there some kind of war going on?’0

There was so much urgent and important information rushing in all at once that he couldn’t even think straight. To make things worse, the agency picked up strange movements from the Arabs as well.0

Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring.0

The phone on his desk rang a couple of times before he picked up its receiver.0

“Kim Hyung-Jung...0