The road was quite far away from the International Building.0

Fortunately, they at least had police lines.0

After making their way through the photographers’s camera flashes, the bright lights from the broadcast cameras, and the cheers of the onlookers, Kang Chan, Seok Kang-Ho, and Gérard finally got into the van of the special forces team.0

Weeeooo. Weeeooo. Weeeooo. Weeeooo.0

Only when the van had left, its sirens wailing, did they take off their helmets.0

“Where are the soldiers?” Kang Chan asked.0

“They’re at the special forces training center in Hanam,” the agent in the passenger seat answered.0

They couldn’t take off their bandanas yet since a lot of people were at the roadside.0

Rattle. Rattle.0

The van drove into a back alley and then followed the one-way street, which barely had enough room for even one car to pass through. Once the van was out of it, another car immediately followed it and blocked the alley, preventing other vehicles from using it. Its objective was to ensure that other people wouldn’t be able to see the van go into the basement parking lot of the National Intelligence Service’s Samseong-Dong branch.0

The access road to the parking lot was in between two buildings and couldn’t even be seen from the buildings next to those two.0

When the van entered the basement parking lot, Kang Chan finally took off his bandana. He then got into the elevator and went up to Kim Hyung-Jung’s office on the fifth floor.0

“Would you like some coffee?” an employee asked Kang Chan.0

“Yes. I’d like a cold drink as well.”0

“Noted, sir.”0

A moment later, the employee served him a cup filled with ice, a big bottle of a sports drink, and coffee.0

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.0

Kang Chan felt a bit refreshed now.0

Seok Kang-Ho dragged the cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray on one side of the table...0