Poten

AM 11: 25. Central Station, CIA covert ops.

After a sudden loss of communication with Blake, David, who was analyzing the surveillance footage before and after 11: 20, finally found her in the shopping center square.

Bishop and I seem to have made contact.

Blake on the screen was moving towards the bathroom hallway with a man in a hairpiece. Followed by a muscular man behind them.

"What? We're being followed!

Luckily, a crippled man stands by and presses the opposing Pokémon into the door. David says, "Nice bishop!” I changed the screen to a camera that can illuminate the inside of the door.

Bishop and the muscular man fought. David's mouth clenches in Bishop's movements as he unleashes a ghostly attack on the opposing team.

A million times more sophisticated and deadly strikes than useless skills are emerging as fighter manuals, emphasized by the fierce instructors of the CIA Training Center. David, the backup agent, saw a completely different world, but the power was felt just by looking at it from the screen. The muscular man was stunned.

‘The legend of the undercover field is that melee combat is also an art form. ’

Bishop simply dealt with the tracker and this time moved to the warehouse of a closed clothing store in the shopping center and finished the cover-up in one minute.

Beevik.

Satellite phone rang while checking the video. David pressed the encryption signal and said:

Director, we have a successful rendezvous, but we are on the run because of the Jane Doe's pursuit. But Agent Bishop, were you Special Forces? Movement level is crazy... Huh?

David is startled by the monitor next to him. A warning light for wiretapping transmissions flashes.

"Fuck!"

I immediately hung up the phone and pressed the button to block all outgoing communications.

Is this why Blake hung up on you?

In order to collect radio waves from this Node, a wide network had to be built throughout the Central Station. There weren't many foreign institutions worth spending this much money on intelligence in just one district.

Soviet FSB, German BND, French DGSE…….

David turned the CCTV screen to illuminate Bishop and Blake's clothing store. Fortunately, no one was approaching there.

First, delete the contact record.

After connecting to the Central Station Closed Circuit network and replacing the footage taken by the two people with a clean screen, David began looking through the entire screen and looking for other suspicious people.

Then I looked at the screen that illuminated the parking lot behind the central station.

When I stopped in the parking lot, three strange men came down from the sedan. They dress up as foreign tourists, but never as tourists. David zooms in on their faces and rushes them into the database.

One person's information came to mind on the screen.

[Abner Kaffman. Vehicle explosion. Kidnapping. Drug infusion.Factor assassination…….]

After confirming the information, David looks nervous. The detected opponent is the one accused numerous times of being related to the duc Mossad.

If necessary.

The notorious peacekeepers of the relentless use of deadly weapons in the information gathering policy. Compared to them, the Soviet FSB had to call him a gentleman, who chose to do only the dirty things.

David's hands are tied.

Until I reset the cryptographic protocol and contacted my home country for proper support, I had no idea what was going to happen there. I'm not a backup agent, but I hope Blake is as immature in his field experience as he is.

AM 11: 30. Central station, outdoor apparel store warehouse.

Mr. M. What should I wear?

She opens the box to Blake's question and turns her head toward Minho, looking at his clothes.

"Huff."

Minho swallowed a groan about to pop out of his mouth. Blake's insides shined evenly over the white sleeveless t-shirt he was wearing on the inside. She shakes her chest, shaking one top at a time in both hands, excited by the disguise.

‘Psst, God……. ’

In front of a foreign Western woman, Minho pointed to the right windbreaker jacket pretending not to look familiar.

Something not glamorous. Agent Blake feels like a student, so it's natural to dress up as if you're on a backpacking trip.

She nods and puts on a top. Tie the spilled head back and take off the glasses I was wearing, and the atmosphere changed. It was Minho who did not have much of a beauty reference point for foreigners, but I thought that if that woman posted a selfie, Korea would definitely be a ‘real elf girl’.

‘Elves with breasts...' ’

Minho shakes his head, blaming himself that it's not the time for this. He also took off his coat, sunglasses and fur and changed into a convenient outdoor costume.

"Agent Blake, find a hat to hide your gaze..."

Minho, who glared at Blake, swallowed his saliva. Her tangled lower body line, which was just lowering her pants to wear, was because her lower body line was exposed.

"Wood Amitabul."

You try to turn your gaze away quickly, but the hot energy surges from the ring and locks your head. The owner of the ring who showed unexpected purity was momentarily wandering around without overcoming Casanova's instincts. That's why my habit...

Is this okay?

Minho nods as she wakes up to Blake's question with a wide brim. At this time, Minho turned his stiff neck slowly and calmly to the side, because he could remove the disguise that he had to pretend to be okay.

After a while.

Minho had all her clothes on and she was ready to be a backpacker. I noticed that the instinct of the ring was triggered by the glamorous blue eyes of Blake approaching directly to the side.

Mr. M. Is this what our faces look like?

No.

Minho, who took out the bottle of stiffness from his pocket, gave it to Blake.

You have to dress normally.

I don't know how to handle... ….

"Really? Wait a minute.

Minho touched the mirror.

Mr. Bishop, please. ’

The warm energy wraps around my fingertips.

Close your eyes, Agent Blake.

She was quite tall for a 5 '3 "woman, so Blake looked at Minho's face carefully, just before he closed his eyes and asked.

Is this the original face of Mr. M? You look younger than I thought.

No way. We just keep the bass disguise young.

"Oh, you're thorough.

Hot Minho quickly applied an alcoholic solution to Blake's face. She closes her eyes reflectively.

Cold. I heard it has coolant in it, but it's real.

Have you never done it?

"Yes, I've only worked in a safe house. I've been operating for a year, but I've never worn it before.

Minho rubs the solution all over Blake's face and carefully bites her.

Me, Mr. M. How did you meet Bishop? I don't even know where you belong.

I will not ask for personal information. There's not much we can do about each other. Now we have to work before it hardens, so no chitchat.

The creature. Bishop's camouflage skills have been demonstrated.

Adjusting its original appearance to a more unorthodox ordinary award was not difficult, but it was difficult to adapt to the feeling of touching the cheeks of foreign women. Moreover, Blake's sternum, which is visible when he lowers his gaze, constantly stimulates the ring's instincts.

The solution solidifies, and she grimaces and groans, "Mmm-hmm.” Minho was embarrassed by the intense heat of the sun that he felt on his ring and cried out to himself.

Calm down, JB! If you mess with Agent Blake, you'll be tracked by the CIA! ’

After that, he had to mutter the patriot dozens of times.

That's enough, Agent Blake.

Can I see it?

Blake looks through Minho's hand mirror and says with an amazed expression.

You're a different person. I've heard that acute stiffness solutions have never been used as well as Agent Bishop, but Mr. M.

I've learned it all.

Minho rubbed his face and transformed him into an Asian man with a dull impression about the late twenty. Minho looked at the hand mirror to check, and he was stunned when he saw a new three-minute memory added.

In the mirror, Blake takes off his outfit and lifts up two of his clothes. The sensational tremor was more realistic than any camera in the world.

JB, did you do this? ’

The ring was silent, but the warm energy in the hand mirror was intense. It was like, 'I'm sorry, I guess I can't help it...’ Then Min Ho sighed. Suddenly, I thought it might be common around the world to want to collect their collections in my computer's direct copper folder.

‘The picture quality is amazing, by the way. ’

This was so clear that it could not even be compared to the selfies. that you can take out your lifelong memories at any time, zoom in and turn them around. On the other hand, Minho smiled delightedly thinking that it might be the best treasure he had found during this trip.

Mr. M. So what do we do now?

Blake asked if he could trust Minho for less than 20 minutes. Minho leaned against the door and looked outside and quickly answered her question.

On the other side of the mall, there is a way to the back parking lot. If you go there undetected, you should think you've succeeded. The problem is...

It was when the tracker caught up with him before he left.

Agent Blake and I have to act individually under the worst circumstances.

Individual behavior?

Blake's face is a little tense.

I will be the bait and draw attention from foreign institutions. Agent Blake moves as fast as he can to the safe house as soon as he's away from me.

But how can I...

Don't worry. It's much safer that way.

This was also Bishop's idea of riding in a hand mirror. Minho laughed as he recalled Bishop's jokes about whether the new agent was watching his back or whether the enemy's gun was aiming for his neck.

I checked outside and noticed no suspicious personnel. Minho opened the door and told her that she was still nervous.

As long as this contact line is exposed to foreign institutions and to many other places, there will be a watchful eye at every gate. But there's a lot of people moving. There's very little chance of exposure.

Why are we focusing on this contact? All Mr. M gave me was information about the deaths of our agents.

It's probably because of the documents from the Leaenheart vault this morning. Related to Bishop.

"Oh, I heard about that bank from David. because there was a bunch of satellite intercepts coming out of the Shaft Bank, and foreign intelligence agencies were moving all at once. Is it the same situation?

Probably.

The two of them crossed a dense shopping mall of more than 140 stores and headed for an escalator that went up to the opposite gate.

Wait.

Minho glanced at the sculpture on the ceiling as if passing by, and found three people approaching from behind who looked different from the station attendant's uniform. As I dived into the scene, I was able to find out why the ring was so bitter again.

The station attendant spoke French, right? ’

Overseas security in France. The numbers show that it occupies an entire division of Zurich Station.

Blake squeezes his hat down with a frozen glare. Minho put his hands on her shoulder, anxious.

"Calm down, they didn't find us.

The two of them stopped in front of Showwindow. Minho whispered in Blake's ear.

Pretending to watch.

Minho deliberately started to speak French, pointing to the men's suit in Showindo.

How does that tie look?

Tai? I don't know.

Luckily, Minho smiled softly and said to Blake who welcomed him in French.

If clothes have the ability to block the cold and protect your body, then ties are completely meaningless in terms of function. In the sense of being so formal and polite....

Minho remained as bold as he could, talking about the knowledge he gained from the fashion program that appeared one day.

One of the French agents glanced at Minho and passed behind his back. He didn't suspect Minho speaking boldly.

It passed, Agent Blake.

Blake turns his head and asks, surprised by Minho's whisper.

Were you trained for something like this?

No way.

Minho smiled and said to Blake, who looked at the veteran agent who had gone through the battle.

Think easy. People who enjoy everyday life should never be approached from there first. Rarely are information agents who die and move without conviction. Let's go. "

Minho stepped up to the escalator and realized that the notice was not far away.

11: 35. There was plenty of time.

During the escalator's travel time, Minho said what he had in mind.

You said you were curious about my affiliation?

The analyst picks up something interesting, and her eyes flash while she's nervous.

I don't belong to a specific intelligence agency. Maybe a freelancer?

Are you referring to multinational mercenaries? Somehow, Agent Bishop's there now, too.

I can't reveal that much.

It's favorable to the CIA, right?

Minho no longer spoke positively or negatively. This was brought up because of the judgments made in Bishop's experience. It is good to pass on information that may be plausible for later, but not investigatable. Unlike Swiss espionage and staff, if the CIA suspects they're Korean agents, that's a big deal.

The two of them climbed to the ground floor from the escalator.

Almost there. Cheer up.

Blake was also slightly relaxed by Minho's voice. It was only fifty steps away from the rear exit of Zurich Central Station.

- Cheers.

I heard a beep on the radio I stole from the Russians.

- You took care of Lamiere.

The Russian intelligence agency seems to have figured it out by now. Minho tried to disconnect because he had no reason to listen to the radio anymore.

- They're not out of the station yet. Good work. Mossad's assassins are waiting outside.

"What?"

- I'm familiar with your reputation, Bishop.

Something seems to have gone wrong with the Russian radio.

- You do realize that the person you investigated before you diverted is now the chairman of the E.U.? What do you think? You don't want to trade intel?

Minho immediately understood the FSB's plot to make a policy decision in favour of Russia based on a politician's weakness.

- CIA wiped the CCTV footage pretty quickly, but we did salvage it. If you refuse, I will release your video to Mossad.

Video?

- You're wearing a coat. It's about 1.8 meters tall. Mossad will take brute force fire from a tribe that seems to be enough. I can't give you much time. Give me an answer in five minutes.

Minho couldn't help but worry as he walked to the entrance. The Russian threat had nothing to fear. It's not that hard to just get away with it as long as it's a new disguise. But the appearance of Mossad's assassin was another dimension.

If they go after Bishop and collide with other agencies and do harm to civilians....

‘Oh, no way. ’

Warm energy emanates from the mirror in my pocket.

Bishop said Mossad and China's MSS had been able to hack into the hard drives at U.S. nuclear weapons labs, and vice versa. This meant that if Mossad had heard Bishop's name, he would have turned on the lights and followed.

"Mr. Bishop, I don't have time to play the hero. ’

Warm energy spread through the ring this time. The pain of his fist, which he had frozen constantly in collision with the Russians in the bathroom, felt relieved. This meant that during the time when the agent of the ring was active, he resolved the crisis without looking back.

‘JB. Now is not the time to be such a romantic spy. ’

Only 20 minutes until the train departs. However, two intelligence veterans have said there's enough work to be done inside.

Bishop's judgment of JB's movements. And Minho's ability through artifacts. In fact, it was not only Mossad's assassin who could become a human weapon with just one knife, but Minho as well.

What can I do? ’

Minho felt responsible for what he said when he realized that this was because he had opened the safe in the first place.

Two men exited the central station.

Blake relieved that Minho's hands were so tight that he could sweat.

It's not far from the safe house anymore.

Walk calmly, Agent Blake. Please deliver the coordinates to the home country as we speak.

What about you?

I have to go do my job.

Minho pointed to the other side of the road before he was chased. Blake hesitated, put his hands on Minho's shoulders for a short hug and said.

Thank you, and please don't hesitate to contact Zurich later.

She crosses the street and looks sad. When she arrives on the other side, she turns her head and looks at Minho.

Minho smiled and waved his hands. Blake nods with a smile as he passes the word, 'Make safe protocols first.'

The tram passes in the middle of the road, and Minho's smile disappears like the wind.

AM 11: 40. Central Station, rear entrance.

Minho stood on the pay phone and looked around using the increased senses of the Braille clock. You focus your attention on finding the assassin with the gun and wait for the ring's instinct to send a warning.

Although Mossad was confident that he had not carried a weapon inside, the rear entrance was fitted with an X-ray device for Side's personnel. If you hide a toy gun in a station, you will be immediately searched and notified to the police. However, there was no siren in the police car.

Where are you? ’

If only the holder of the weapon guarding each door could be defeated, the great threat would be eliminated.

I looked around deeply while the Braille Clock's senses remained. The sound of the tram passing by, the sound of many people's footsteps, is all I hear. Then I heard the sound of stammering bullets.

Screw you.

Minho's gaze turned toward the Black sedan parked on one side. There's a man in there with a gun.

As I was thinking about how to approach, Asian men and women appeared at the rear entrance.

“Why isn't Min-ho answering his phone? I'm worried that something has happened. ”

“Don't worry too much, ball manager. ”

Seo Milky Way smiled and told the ball manager.

“I don't think he's even listening to the ringtone because he's distracted by something strange. It was just the gleaming eyes I had when I broke up with her. But he's a man of his word, so if you just text him that he's leaving platform three, he'll figure it out. ”

“Ha, Seo Milky Way is so clear about Minho. Can't you two be together? ”

“Well, huhu. ”

Sweet.

The driver's seat of the sedan is open. A man holding a suitcase in a tourist outfit listened to the sound of two conversations and began to report to someone.

- There was an analysis that Bishop in the video would be Asian. I'll see what I can do.

Minho couldn't help but overhear the sound and flinch.

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Thursday mornings will be available on two sides.

I have extra incentives this Friday, so a fine might get me a little tied up.