Dilettante

The conference room lights went out and a video appeared on the screen.

Logan and Oslo sitting in the conference room, looked at the video Hana had turned on with absurd expression.

The relationship diagram in which the names of the country's biggest criminals were tied, was dangerous. But it was no different from the information that the elite of the FBI and Cia could handle. If you touch it wrong, you may get involved and face all kinds of criminal charges.

Logan lit a cigarette and put his legs on the table.

"Therefore... . You mean your brother was eliminated  by Guilio Parenti?"

It was a question she wanted to ask, but Oslo kept his mouth shut and waited for an answer.

"Duyi. Is an agent of the Overseas Drug Crime Investigation Team, National Security Intelligence. It's official that he died on a mission... . But letting off the record, Duyi is alive."

Oslo nodded fiercely as if he knew it. The younger brother, who is  obsessed with his twin sister, was also famous on this organization.

Logan clicks his tongue when he thought of Lee Duyi, who was about to turn the company upside down whenever Hana was put on a dangerous mission.

"That siscon finally made it."

At Logan's words, Hana reply with an unpleasant tone.

"it's not a sister complex. Watch your words, Valentine."

"If  it weren't for your brother, you would still be Valentine. He is like an enemy to me."

Logan gnashed his teeth as if the memory of that time had come back. Hana raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you have any complaints?"

"Nope, I have no complaints. Go on. It's fun. Saying that a living soldier has died is a common trash act."
 

Hana quenched her thirst with cold water, changed the screen.

"This is the video. According to a colleague, it happened at a time when Duyi was moving to negotiate after stealing Guilio Parenti's stuff. An hour  after entering the building, someone comes out. The suspect is a man less than six feet tall.

Then the screen fast-forwarded. Duyi, wearing a bomb vest over him, walks out with his hands on his head

Hana took a hard breath in this scene.

"isn't it strange? Why did they want to show it? If they're going to kill him anyway, there's no reason to show it. However, IDC:A declared Duyi is dead with just this scene. It's a video that's obviously full of questions."

"Beside, it's an edited version.What about the original?"

Also, Logan was sharp as expected. Hana shook her head with her back to the screen where the building exploded.

"There is no original. Obtaining the original will also be included in the operation."

Logan, who was lost in thought, lifted his finger and told her to pull the screen forward.

Hana changed the screen again to a relationship diagram with red lines.

"A question here. Lee Hana, do you really think Guilio Parenti kidnapped Duyi?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure yet, but it's definitely related."

"It's weird no matter how much I look at it. I know a little bit about Guilio... he is someone that would rather kill than kidnap. There's only been one kidnapping so far. He's an American hacker name Keith Miller, and he said he had the information Guilio was looking for. Rumor has it he went to Parenti on his own. Anyway, what I'm curious about is why Mr. Kang is stuck in the relationship diagram."

"Mr. Kang? Are you talking about Kang MooJin?"

"Yes, Mujin. We call him Jin. He is a client. You didn't really know he was around?"

Hana approached Logan with the feeling of grasping a clue. Then, he tilted the back oof her chair and looked up at her with a stern expression after smiling brightly.

"I guess you didn't know."

"Kang MooJin, what is he doing?"

"This is client information. Even I can't tell you."

"Is it a security mission? Anyway... It means he is here."

Hana didn't bother.

With Logan here, it must be a large-scale quest. It was highly likely that he was commissioned to guard the companies dispatched abroad, which is the main task of the PMC. That said, Kang MooJin is a businessman. Or, it means a person who has the financial ability corresponding to him.

"All I can tell you is Kang Moojin can be said to be an emerging conglomerate, and Guilio Parenti is... . The kind of shoddy deal in that report."

Hana slowly turned in the direction of the screen.

According to Logan, the crime of Guilio Parenti written in that report wa fabricated or... .

"What if someone did the impersonation?"

"I think so. If someone impersonated Guilio Parenti, the explanation is simple. It's a common occurrence on this case, but did your country"s intelligence department ignore that?"

"I don't know... But maybe I had no choice but to ignore it."

Cigarette smoke reflected in the light creates a gray shadow.

In the end, the information Choi Taejoon gave was not perfect. Maybe the report he received from the top is different from the report I received.

Oslo, who was golding his breath in the serious atmosphere, quietly intervened.

"I mean, I think Guilio Parenti will move sooner or later."

At those words, Hana and Logan looked back to Oslo at the same time

"Information received this morning that Guilio Parenti's goods were stolen in the North."

"What kind of madman did that?"

"Mesara is the mastermind of a multinational criminal organization operating in eastern Cambodia. The main event is human trafficking. The problem is, he killed Parenti's men. You know, what kind of mafia he is?"

"I know. He can't stand someone touching his family... ."

Logan quickly became serious, but Hana is not. Logan's eyebrows are twitching as his her face gradually brightens.

"You... !"

"Where is he?"

"What?"

The pod screen making a noise and turned off. Hana tore up the data she received from Choi TaeJoon without hesitation.

"Where is he now? Giulio Parenti."
 

***

Sicily, Southern Italy.

This place, where the boundary between the sky and the sea, as if coblat-colored paint has been dissolved, was like a paradise.

A black Range Rover runs along the road to the Toarmina area. The big SUVs drove down the winding road to the top of the cliff.

The guard immediately stiffened at the appearance of the cars that sped up unexpectedly.

As the cars on top slow down, the heavy iron gates of the private estate open.

It was designed by the ancient Italians and managed by the state, but the current owner is Guilio Parenti.

Lorenzo, who was sitting in the back seat off the car, had a headache just thinking bout Guilio Parenti. He, who is over 100kg, exceptionally sweated a lot. He took out a handkerchief and wiped off the cold sweat with a nervous look.

Although this was the island of Sicily, which was no different from his hometown, he was not comfortable at all.

In front of the main hall where huge pillars are built, reminiscing a Roman temple. Lorenzo then get out of the stopped car and asked the waiting man.

"Where is Guilio?"

"He is in the pool."

"Is he swimming?"

"Yes."

Lorenzo pulled the tight tie knot loose. While the subordinates was trying to catch up, he walked without hesitation and headed to the Northern pool.

The beauty of Matzzaro Beach unfolds as soon as you pass through the milky archway.

Guilio was standing in front of a huge pool where the chirping of an unknown bird continued for a long time and the sparse sound of waved could be heard.

Guilio Parenti. Lorenzo sighed briefly as he watched Guilio like that.

You can see the wounds that has begun to heal under the wide shoulder. He enjoyed swimming, so the slight wound remained for quite a long time.

He loosened his stiff neck from side to side and lightly stretch his long limbs. It was cool like a scene in a movie, but everyone watching was nervous.

It was because of the news Lorenzo brought.

Laughing at their tension, Guilio Parenti dived into the water in a parabola.

The water rise with the sound of splash.

He dived deeply and split the current with a perfect technique. Every time his arm outstretch into the water, white foam occur and spreads widely.

Lorenzo swallowed his saliva dry and approached the spot where Guilio was standing a moment ago. Then Guilio, who swam to the other end ad touched down, returned to the starting line with an overwhelming presence.

He puts his big hand on the edge of the grass and held his head out. Guilio's chest, quickly moved up and down as he breathed heavily, and his hard muscles swelled as if it was about to burst.

Sweeping his dark brown hair, he walks out of the water staring at Lorenzo.

Streams of water dripped down his perfect features and sculpted body, as if it was created by the devil.

"Guilio."

Guilio shook his head to shake off the water, walked past Lorenzo and stood in front of the table.

"Have a drink. Isn't it sad to see a big guy sweating so much like that?"

Guilio took a handful of ice from the barrel, put it into his glass and poured the prepared drink. Lorenzo took the drink offered by Guilio. Then, after pouring his share of alcohol, he pulled out a chair and nodded his head.

"I heard things were stolen. Who is in charge?"

"Nicolo. He was killed on the spot. Those bastard! How dare they touch us?"

"Hmm... ."

Transparent sunlight filled the narrow brown eyes. Lorenzo felt Guilio's mood slowly cooling down as he stared into the distant sea.

For Guilio Parenti, what mattered was not what was stolen. Because the cocaine trailer stolen by such a ragtag can be recovered. What made him angry was that his family member, Nicolo, was killed.

After titling his glass, Guilio shook his head and asked in a plain tone.

"Did you say Cambodia?"

"It's Mesa, who is active in eastern Cambodia. The boss of a multinational scoundrel. The people who made money from human trafficking killed Nicolo!"

Lorenzo's face contorted with rage as he spoke the name of his enemy. Anyone who swore a blood oath was a member of the family, regardless of gender or nationality. Beside, the murdered Nicolo was only twenty-three.

Guilio, who was turning the glass in his hand, slowly swept his chin with his large palm.

"In addition, there seems to be a bug impersonating."

"It happened while you were recuperating. These... ."

Saying that, Lorezo clenched his fist.

"Get ready. Let's go now."

Lorenzo whistles as Guilio gets up. Starting with that signal, the mansion began to shake.

Guilio, who was not wearing a single thread, leisurely entered the mansion.

Every time he climbed the stairs dripping with water, the composure he had hung on his face disappeared, leaving only a cut-throat wound upon contact.