God of Blackfield

Having arrived at the Oryun Hotel first, Kim Tae-Jin told everyone to meet at an area behind the hotel. It was a parking garage that belonged to a massive building.

When they drove behind the building, they saw Kim Tae-Jin and Suh Sang-Hyun standing in a corner. 

Drrrrk. 

“Welcome.”

The members exchanged greetings as they stepped out of the car.

“Section Chief Jeon Dae-Geuk said it would take him around ten more minutes to arrive, so let’s sit down and talk for now.”

Kim Tae-Jin pointed to the cafe diagonally across the parking lot he had checked out earlier. They could occupy all three of the tables outside, and he especially liked that they could smoke comfortably.

They put the tables together and sat around them.

Woo Hee-Seung and Lee Doo-Hee took everyone’s orders.

“What’s going on?”

Kim Tae-Jin’s gaze alternated between Kang Chan and Kim Hyung-Jung.

There was no need for a complicated explanation. Kang Chan began to give an account of all the incidents related to Yang Jin-Woo.

Kim Tae-Jin nodded as he listened.

Finally, as their order was served, a black van arrived in the parking lot.

Seeing Jeon Dae-Geuk step out of the car, Kim Tae-Jin and Kim Hyung-Jung stood up like soldiers greeting their direct superior officer.

Suh Sang-Hyeon was visibly stiff from nervousness.

Everyone else, including Kang Chan, stood up as well to welcome Jeon Dae-Geuk, who was accompanied by five stocky employees.

“Mr. Kang Chan.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk shook Kang Chan’s hand, then Seok Kang-Ho’s. He only gave Kim Tae-Jin a glance.

“Let’s sit.”

“After you, sir.”

“Has the troublemaker finally grown up a little?” Jeon Dae-Geuk commented.

Kim Tae-Jin peeked at Kang Chan with slight embarrassment.

“Mr. Kang Chan, let’s sit down.”

After Jeon Dae-Geuk and Kang Chan got on their chairs, the rest also sat down.

“What would you like to drink?”

“Looks like everyone’s drinking coffee. I’ll have that as well.”

Lee Doo-Hee headed back inside the cafe to bring drinks for Jeon Dae-Geuk and his employees.

“Are you trying to eliminate Yang Jin-Woo?”

“That’s right.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk nodded upon hearing Kang Chan’s answer.

“I came here without informing the president. If any issues arise because of today’s incident, these five subordinates and I will no doubt be on the express track to prison. I don’t know about me, but these kids have bright futures ahead of them.”

Jeon Dae-Gyuk suddenly turned to face Kim Tae-Jin.

“Look after them and take responsibility for their employment after they get out of jail.”

“Understood, sir.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk looked back at Kang Chan.

“I believe you said they’re agents from Japan, correct?”

Kang Chan briefed Jeon Dae-Geuk about what had just happened. When he turned to Kim Hyung-Jung in the middle of his explanation, Kim Hyung-Jung nodded in agreement and added that this operation was kept secret from the National Intelligence Service as well.

“Hmph, I suppose the National Intelligence Service’s Director is finally earning his keep.”

With a satisfied expression, Jeon Dae-Geuk looked at the people seated at the tables.

“You can’t avoid the rain just because you’re scared your feet will get wet. The fact that we have Mr. Kang Chan in times of danger like this is a blessing for people like us—a blessing! My only sorrow is that I didn’t meet you when I was your age.” Jeok Dae-Geuk kept a solemn face as he spoke these cringy words.

“No matter what the outcome is today, as former members of South Korea’s special forces, don’t leave space for an ounce of regret in your actions.”

“Yes, sir.”

The only ones who didn’t respond were Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho.

“It doesn’t make sense for us to just watch while our enemies run wild in our motherland. The Director of the National Intelligence Service finally seems to have regained his senses. Suh Sang-Hyun!”

“Yes, sir! Suh Sang-Hyun reporting for duty, sir!” Suh Sang-Hyun replied firmly as he stood upright with a dignified posture.

“What is our motto!”

“If I can protect the country with my blood, I am happy!”

“Good! As soldiers, we have lived on the fruits of our motherland. Now, thanks to Mr. Kang Chan, we have obtained the opportunity to repay that debt. Understood?”

“Yes, sir! Understood!”

Those who answered were filled with pride.

What in the world was this? The atmosphere was so different from the special forces of France’s Foreign Legion that Kang Chan almost burst out laughing. But at the same time, their sense of duty impressed him to the point that he felt a lump in his chest.

“From now on, Mr. Kang Chan will be in command. For the sake of making things smoother, let’s skip the formalities with each other.”

“Thank you, sir.”

When Kim Tae-Jin responded, everyone relaxed. Now it felt more like the atmosphere of the Foreign Legion during a mission. These people were quite impressive.

They drank coffee and smoked cigarettes, even Lee Doo-Hee. The atmosphere was completely different from what it had been.

“We initially estimated the number of agents who entered South Korea to be around ten. However, based on today’s events, it’s difficult to guess now. It has been confirmed that there are at least twenty Japanese agents at Yang Jin-Wo’s house, but we couldn’t determine their full effectives.”

After listening to Kim Hyung-Jung’s explanation, Jeon Dae-Geuk glanced at Kang Chan.

“There is no strategy. The plan is to make our entrance and corner them until we kill Yang Jin-Woo.”

“That is the most foolish method I’ve ever heard of in any operation.”

“That may be true. However, Yang Jin-Woo dared pull what he did today because we continued to hold back despite all his provocations. I think the time has come to show him our resolve and strength.”

“Five of my men and me, plus Mr. Kang Chan, Mr. Seok Kang-Ho, two from Kim Tae-Jin, and four from Kim Hyung-Jung,” Jeon Dae-Geuk counted as he folded his fingers. He lifted his gaze as if confirming the numbers with Kang Chan.

“So, we are fourteen people against twenty Japanese agents?”

“That’s correct.”

“We can only call ourselves former members of South Korea’s special forces if we can handle that much.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk smiled mysteriously, then turned his head.

“Wouldn’t it be better for you to drop out of this operation since you have become slow?” he asked Kim Tae-Jin.

“I have never had a lazy day while running the security company. Also, I’ve already participated in two operations with Kang Chan.”

Kang Chan had done operations with Kim Tae-Jin?

“Even though Suh Sang-Hyeon was injured in the second operation, I was unharmed.”

It wasn’t until he heard that explanation that Kang Chan understood what Kim Tae-Jin meant. Catching the Neck Ghost and rescuing Seok Kang-Ho—those two could certainly be considered operations.

“What about the weapons, Mr. Kang Chan?”

“Guns and bayonets.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk nodded, then said, “Two of the employees I brought used to be snipers in the military. Just keep that in mind. I don’t have any further questions.”

Two employees bowed their heads as Jeon Dae-Geuk spoke.

“Mr. Jeon Dae-Geuk, there’s a high probability we’ll have to fight with knives.”

“You mentioned having guns during the attack on your parents?”

“I planned on aiming for a vulnerable spot when I had a chance, but I never intended to shoot from the beginning. If Yang Jin-Woo ends up opening fire, he’ll definitely have no room for excuses. We don’t need gunshot noise either, so the chances are high the fight will not involve firearms.”

“Hmm.”

“If one side becomes extremely disadvantaged, that side will have no choice but to draw out their guns. If possible, it would be best to make them use their guns first, which in turn would mean they’d attempt to shoot the National Intelligence Service manager and the section chief of the president’s security detail.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk expressed his admiration while Kim Hyung-Jung nodded in understanding.

“How do we get in? If they don’t open the door, there’s nothing we can do. The neighboring house might report us.”

Kang Chan hadn’t taken that situation into calculation, but Kim Hyung-Jung answered in his stead.

“Yang Jin-Woo’s estate is designed so others can’t look into the house from the neighboring houses. And we can climb over the walls to unlock the gate.”

“Phuhuhu, a National Intelligence Service manager and the section chief of the president’s guards are making plans to break in by jumping over fences.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk laughed like Seok Kang-Ho.

“I’ll ring the bell first. They’ll recognize me anyway, and they’ll probably open the door without worry if they see there are only a few people.”

“Whatever works. Well then, time for a smoke!”

Following Jeon Dae-Geuk’s words, everyone lit their cigarettes.

“You’re truly amazing, Mr. Kang Chan.”

“I think you’re even more amazing, Mr. Jeon Dae-Geuk.”

“Me?” Jeon Dae-Geuk looked at Kang Chan, curiosity in his eyes.

“It seems like you’re not considering what might happen if things go south.”

“Phu.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk snorted and shook his head.

“As I said before, most of us here have already received too much from the country. If tarnishing one’s name means the country can advance forward, I should obviously be the first in line.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk took another sip of his coffee upon seeing Kang Chan’s smile.

“Some of the top ten chaebols and a few members of the National Assembly may have noticed what Yang Jin-Woo is up to. If today's event serves as a warning and prevents them from running around freely, I’ll be satisfied no matter what the outcome is.”

After Kang Chan put out his cigarette in the ashtray, Jeok Dae-Geuk got up, supporting himself by pressing down on his thighs.

“Shall we get started?”

Everyone, including Kang Chan, took a deep breath and left the cafe.

“Mr. Kang Chan.”

While they moved to the parking lot, Jeon Dae-Geuk stopped Kang Chan.

“No matter what happens, you must survive. The burden will be carried by old people like me, so someone like you, who has great abilities and a bright future, has to live and accomplish greater things.”

He was being completely sincere. Jeon Dae-Geuk wrapped an arm around Kang Chan and patted his back.

If only someone like Jeon Dae-Geuk had been his commander…

Kang Chan suddenly thought that it would have been nice to have served in the military under someone like Jeon Dae-Geuk.  

They decided to take two vans. Kim Tae-Jin and Suh Sang-Hyeon boarded Jeon Dae-Geuk’s van to get their guns.

The engine started.

“Daye, don’t worry about the aftermath. If you get caught, just kill them.”

“Don’t worry about me. Don’t rush ahead alone.”

“Alright.”

The car turned and exited the parking lot.

Malice rose in Kang Chan’s eyes. He had simply wanted to avenge the unjustly killed sisters and make sure Kang Dae-Gyung and Yoo Hye-Sook could never be targeted again, but things had become messier than expected.

Sharlan, that son of bitch. After him, every problem had blown out of proportion.

When the traffic light turned green, they turned onto the road next to the hotel and crossed to the other side.

As they continued up the road, tall, castle-like houses appeared on both sides. They increased in size as the team drove on.

Vrooom. 

The van sped up and climbed the final hill, entering a narrow alley on the right flanked by tall walls. They soon reached a wrought iron gate that looked to be about four times the size of a standard school gate.

Ridiculous luxury like this probably made the average person seem like a beggar in the owner’s eyes.

The van stopped in front of the main gate.

There were cameras above the front gate, and on the left wall was a small door for vehicle access. The space seemed to have been built by caving the wall in..

The van that Jeon Dae-Geuk was in stopped right next to them.

Kang Chan unboarded the car and glared at the cameras.

“Whew.”

What kind of lunch did they eat in houses like these?

“Yang Jin-Woo, did you stuff yourself well for lunch? I had bibimbap.”

There was really nothing special about living. Earning a lot of money, eating well, wearing expensive clothes, and living in a good house? That was all nice and something to be envious about.

Who would criticize anyone for living like that?

But why would anyone kill the unfortunate sisters, bring in weapons and foreign agents, and kill South Korea’s perfectly fine agents just to prevent the whole nation from living just as prosperously? What reason could there be for such bullshit?

Kang Chan smirked.

The measly right to sell automobiles that Kang Dae-Gyung received?

What did Yoo Hye-Sook do that was so wrong when all she did was be overjoyed that she could support a few orphanages?

A quick look at tinyurl.com/2p9emv8w will leave you more fulfilled.

Kang Chan stood at the front, while Jeon Dae-Geuk and Seok Kang-Ho backed him up from behind. He strode toward the main gate.

However, just before he pressed the bell, the entire door creaked. The right corner of the large gate opened as if it was detached from the rest of the gate.

Pft. 

‘So, you really want to do this, huh?’

This was the beginning. There was no knowing what would happen or who would come out dead once they entered this door.