God of Blackfield

Kang Chan’s phone rang right after he left China. Upon answering it, he sharply looked outside the window.

- ... When we looked into that number as satellite coordinates, it pointed to the International Building at Samseong-Dong.

Kang Chan lost himself in his thoughts for a moment.

- Assistant Director? Are you there?

“Yes. When is Abibu leaving South Korea?”

Kang Chan heard Kim Hyung-Jung typing on a computer.

- He’s leaving in three days.

“Can the International Building be seen from the Park Hotel?”

- Yes. People can see the building with ease. There’s nothing tall enough in between them to block the view.

Kang Chan cocked his head.

Two coordinates were discovered in a day? This is suspicious. That motherfucking Abibu must be trying to set off explosives before our very eyes.

For some reason, Kang Chan could see Abibu doing just that.

He flew into a rage as he remembered the look in the bastard’s eyes, which drove him crazy.

“Manager Kim, I should be back in South Korea in about two hours.”

- I’ll go out to the airport.

“You don’t have to. Instead, issue an emergency decree on Jeungpyeong’s special forces team, the 606’s Special Operations Unit, and the 35th Brigade. I want the entire National Intelligence Service’s counter-terrorism team fully armed, too.”

Seok Kang-Ho and Choi Jong-Il looked at him in surprise. Meanwhile, Gérard examined the three of them, perplexed.

- We need the Director’s approval to issue an emergency decree on the 606’s Special Operations Unit and the 35th Brigade. I’ll report this to the Director and take action immediately.

“Please do.”

Kang Chan put down his phone and then explained the situation twice. At the same time, he wondered how many times he had had to do this per day. He had done it so many times already that he even considered teaching Gérard Korean

“What are you going to do?” Seok Kang-Ho asked afterward.

“We should inspect the International Building first. I wouldn’t have even thought of doing that if we didn’t know about the coordinates,” Kang Chan answered. “Anyway, now that we’re in this situation, we might as well check it out even if we have to do it in the dead of the night.”

“Then get some sleep while you still can. If you sleep now, you’ll be able to get two hours of rest.”

“I will, but you go on ahead. I’ll talk to Manager Kim first,” Kang Chan said.

After telling Gérard what they had just agreed on, the latter also bent his chair as far back as possible.

They had to eat and sleep whenever they could.

Choi Jong-Il was also adapting quite well to situations like this.

***

Kim Hyung-Jung went to the National Intelligence Service's main building in Naegok-dong.

Like someone destined to work as an administrator, Go Gun-Woo lived in the office while working to understand the tasks that he needed to do as the Director of the National Intelligence Service.

“Hmm. Assistant Director Kang Chan requested all these?” Go Gun-Woo asked.

“That’s correct.”

Go Gun-Woo had never experienced a situation like this. He sharply examined the two-page document again.

“Manager Kim, we used a total of 2.3 billion won to cover our special operation expenses in the Middle East last week. We used so much of our citizens’ precious tax money to gather information, but we only got two unconfirmed coordinates in return,” Go Gun-Woo commented.

His eyes glinted, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was tired.

“People are barely starting to relax. Are you aware that we can incite unnecessary fear if things go wrong, especially with unconfirmed information?” Go Gun-Woo asked again.

Kim Hyung-Jung could clearly feel that Go Gun-Woo wasn’t berating him. He was just coldly examining the situation.

“Director, these measures could be excessive, but we’re doing this to stop terrorist attacks against the International Building and war from breaking out. Instead of wasting time calculating the potential of the information, we believe that looking into it ourselves through our agents and soldiers is the right thing to do.”

Go Gun-Woo looked straight at Kim Hyung-Jung. “Did Assistant Director Kang Chan think that or is that your opinion?”

“I’m following the Assistant Director’s wishes, sir,” Kim Hyung-Jung answered.

Go Gun-Woo’s lips strangely curled, making it seem as if he was holding in his laughter.

A moment of silence passed.

Go Gun-Woo sighed, then looked down at the documents. “Where do I sign?”

“Here, please,” Kim Hyung-Jung said, then quickly moved the documents so that the area Go Gun-Woo needed to sign was right in front of him.

Go Gun-Woo signed without hesitation.

“Thank you, Director,” Kim Hyung-Jung said.

“Manager Kim,” Go Gun-Woo called.

“Sir.”

“Thank you for teaching me and working so hard for South Korea. Please guide the soldiers and the agents well.”

“Yes, sir,” Kim Hyung-Jung answered, feeling deeply touched. However, he forcibly suppressed his emotions.

“Now, go! Our men need you out there,” Go Gun-Woo urged, extending his hand to the door.

Kim Hyung-Jung bowed and then left the office.

***

Ring. Ring.

Kwak Cheol-Ho answered the interphone. “Jeungpyeong training center.”

The training center didn’t follow the rules of communications security or thanked others for calling them. They also didn’t state their name or rank.

“Yes. I see. Understood!”

After hanging up, he immediately pressed the button next to the desk.

Weeeoo! Weeeoo! Weeeoo!

Kwak Cheol-Ho kicked open the door to the barracks and ran outside.

Cha Dong-Gyun, in his military uniform and military boots, also ran out from the barracks next door.

“The National Intelligence Service has issued a counter-terrorism emergency decree. We’re supposed to leave fully armed in twenty minutes,” Kwak Cheol-Ho explained.

Cha Dong-Gyun and Kwak Cheol-Ho briefly smirked at the same time.

The head of the National Intelligence Service’s counter-terrorism team was Kang Chan himself.

Whoosh!

The two then immediately ran and entered another barracks.

The counter-terrorism team had to wear a black military uniform, helmet, and bandana. They also had to pack a harness and many other things.

***

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The emergency waiting room of the National Intelligence Service’s counter-terrorism team.

A red light circled as the uncomfortably loud siren blared.

Whoosh! Whish! Swoosh!

Click! Click! Clank! Clank!

The twelve people prepared to leave in complete silence.

There were two rooms inside, the counter-terrorism team had a total of thirty-six members. Nevertheless, as they ran through the hallway, none stopped to ask, “What’s going on?”

The agents’ eyes glinted because they were full of spite.

They had lost their Director and some of their precious colleagues to the recent terrorist attacks, yet after so much time had passed, they still hadn’t obtained the faintest idea of who the culprit was.

This was an emergency.

Others would have no idea how much they looked forward to going into action for an emergency. Even the off-duty agents relentlessly insisted on not going home because they wanted to join the action so badly.

The National Intelligence Service’s counter-terrorism team only went into action for terrorist attacks.

Clank! Click! Click!

Whoosh! Whish! Swoosh!

The agents pulled their rifles’ breechblock, then ran outside.

***

Weeeoo! Weeeoo!

- 606! We’ve received a counter-terrorism emergency decree!

The officer on duty’s order rang out through the speakers in the hallway.

Swoosh! Whish! Bang!

The soldiers in the bathroom and those resting against the railing kicked open the door and got ready.

Click! Click! Clank! Click!

They had to take different weapons depending on the role they were in charge of. Much like the Jeungpyeong special forces team, they also packed a harness and a couple of other things.

Click! Click!

Arming himself with his rifle and pistol, Jeong Won-Min—the commander of the 606’s Special Operations Unit—thought of Kang Chan.

Although Kang Chan looked young, he was the one who had predicted that a missile would be launched at the presentation hall for the Eurasian Rail and even saved the President and all of the other key figures.

Jeong Won-Min later found out how terrifying the Director-General of France’s DGSE was.

He almost became known as the 606 soldier who had killed one of the top five most important people in the intelligence world.

Click! Click! Click!

After clasping a bayonet on him and inserting magazines into some of his pockets, Jeong Won-Min ran out to the entrance. He was the first to finish.

The average person wouldn’t know how it felt to go on an operation commanded by someone they looked up to and against the enemies who invaded their home country.

Whoosh! Swish! Whoosh!

Jeong Won-Min proudly examined the soldiers running out of the building.

We’re going to complete tonight’s operation and return in one piece. We’re the 606’s Special Operations Unit, after all.

***

After checking Kim Hyung-Jung’s report, Kang Chan slept for about an hour.

Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—.

His phone, which he had placed on top of his stomach before falling asleep, was now ringing.

Tousling his hair, Kang Chan answered the call.

“Hello?”

- This is the satellite surveillance team.

The moment Kang Chan heard the nervousness in their voice, every bit of drowsiness left him.

“What’s going on?”

- A ship we think is for commercial use is heading toward the satellite coordinate.

The news was more plain than Kang Chan had anticipated.

- They have turned off their Automatic Identification System and their GPS. We wouldn’t have discovered them if it wasn’t for the satellite pictures.

Kang Chan suddenly sprang to his feet.

“How long do you think it’ll take for that boat to reach the location?”

- It can’t move very quickly since it’s nighttime, so around an hour and a half, maybe two hours.

“What’s the nearest Russian airport to the coordinates?”

- One moment please... It’s the Vladivostok International Airport.

“Alright. Don’t lose sight of that ship.”

- Yes, sir.

As soon as the call ended, Kang Chan called Vasili.

- Monsieur Kang. You don’t have to inform me that you’ve arrived.

“Vasili, I’m turning the plane around right now to head to the Vladivostok International Airport. I need a helicopter and enough weapons for four people.”

- Who will you be fighting against?

Vasili sounded serious.

“It’s an unidentified commercial ship, so we don’t know yet. However, a gunfight is highly likely.”

- What’s your ETA?

“About an hour.”

- I’ll have everything prepared by the time you arrive.

After hanging up, Kang Chan stood up and headed to the cockpit. When he opened the door, the two pilots looked at Kang Chan, clearly tired.

“I need to go to the Vladivostok International Airport,” Kang Chan said.

The captain looked blankly at Kang Chan.

I can see why he’d be caught off guard—I did just tell them to turn the plane around like we’re in a taxi.

“Can we go there or not?” Kang Chan asked.

Looking into the flight instrument panel, the captain cocked his head before saying, “We’ll barely make it.”

“Make sure we get there in an hour.”

The pilot stared back at Kang Chan. He, too, was a member of the National Intelligence Service.

Kang Chan continued, “I’m acting based on the information the agents have risked their lives to give us. If I miss this chance, I’d be too ashamed of myself to face them.”

The captain sighed softly, then nodded.

“There will be severe turbulence. Please secure any items that can move and make sure to put on your seatbelt,” the captain replied with a determined expression.

Kang Chan nodded. “Thanks.”

He then returned to his seat.

Having just woken up, everyone’s eyes were bloodshot.

“Stow everything that can move or fall during the flight. Secure those that we can’t stow away somehow. Tie them up if you have to,” Kang Chan ordered.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

The seatbelt sign turned on, seemingly telling them to hurry.

Seok Kang-Ho and Choi Jong-Il placed things such as their food and bags at the back, and Kang Chan placed his laptop in his seat pocket.

Brrrrr.

The small plane swerved as if it was being twisted to the side. It gained altitude, making it seem like it was exerting itself.

“The captain also said to put on our seatbelts.”

The three sat down and followed Kang Chan’s instructions.

Once roughly done with the preparations, he told the others what had just happened a moment ago twice.

“He said that the trip will take about an hour, so get some more sleep,” Kang Chan said.

“What about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—.

“I’ll sleep after going through some calls.”

Kang Chan held up his phone and showed Seok Kang-Ho that someone was calling him.

“Alright. We’ll sleep first, then,” Seok Kang-Ho answered.”

Even though his eyes were glinting, the fucker slept comfortably. After all, he knew how much even just an hour of sleep benefited them in a crucial moment.

Kang Chan answered the phone.

- It’s Kim Hyung-Jung.

“Manager Kim.”

- The 35th brigade has been sent to the outskirts of the International Building. We had the 606’s Special Operations Unit position themselves by the entrance and sent the National Intelligence Service’s counter-terrorism team and the Jeungpyeong special forces team inside the international building.

“Have them check the entire building for bombs. Place a sign on every area they’ve searched through.”

- Yes, sir.

Kang Chan also told him that they were heading to the Vladivostok International Airport and explained why they were going there.

- Unfortunately, sending our troops over right now would prove difficult. We would also need Russia and China’s permission before we could mobilize our fighter jets. I’m sorry we can’t help you.

“Discovering that the International Building is being targeted is more than enough. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

- Understood.

“Please do your best to secure the building.”

- We’ll be thorough with our inspection.

Kang Chan hung up and then looked outside the plane. He suddenly remembered the first time he got on a private plane with Lanok and traveled abroad with him.

I think I met Gérard around that time as well.

He also remembered NIS Director Hwang Ki-Hyun eating the rice that Seok Kang-Ho had mixed in a washbowl and Song Chang-Wook, who had asked him if he loved South Korea.

He smirked as his memories of them played in his mind.

***

Abibu glared at the International Building. The lights in his room were turned off.

“Does it make sense to you that the youngster managed to figure out that we’re targeting that building?” he asked the person he was on a call with.

He was losing his temper, but he was trying his best to stop it from showing in his deep voice.

“They’ve stationed so many armed soldiers at the building. Doesn’t that show that he’s caught on to our plan?”

While listening to the other person answer, he gritted his teeth.

“Where are our warriors?”

He then looked up and glared at the International Building.

“Hmm. What about the youngster?”

Abibu turned his gaze to an empty space, seemingly calculating what he should do.

“I’ll see how things play out before deciding.”

He then put down his phone and rubbed his thumb, index, and middle fingers together out of habit. He’d always done this whenever he was thinking about something.

***

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Brrrr!

Kang Chan woke up and tousled his hair. At the same time, the others also sat up. They all had similar expressions.

Seok Kang-Ho groaned. It sounded uncomfortable. “Ugh!”

His voice seemed to be cracking because they had slept in snatches and the plane had a dry atmosphere.

After they straightened their seats, Gérard brought over two bottles of water.

His eyes were glinting.

“I feel like we’re back in our military camp,” Gérard commented.

Crackle.

Gérard removed the cap of a water bottle for Kang Chan, then handed it to him.

The two sat across from each other and drank water.

Brrrrrr!

The plane started to descend at a frightening rate—almost as if it had run out of fuel and was dropping from midair.

“Captain,” Gérard called afterward.

Kang Chan looked up.

Gérard continued. “I’m happy.”

“Shut up, you son of a bitch.”

Gérard smiled, the scar on his cheek curving. Kang Chan also smirked, then burst into laughter.

That’s right! I should be happy too. I’m accompanied by three people I cherish, and more are waiting for us back in South Korea. If they were all with us, this plane would’ve been filled to the brim.

What more can I wish for now? I had always dreamed of living like this in my previous life. I was so lonely back then.

Kang Chan smirked when he remembered Lanok and Song Chang-Wook’s wishes.

Wooong!

He wondered if the descending plane also slightly rose upward.

Du du du! Du du du du du du du du!

The plane landed on the runway soon after. They felt intense vibrations coming from it.

Brrrrrr!

As the engine let out loud noises, Kang Chan craned his neck from side to side.

You idiots made a big fucking mistake. I’m fucking destroying you Star of David bitches and turning South Korea into a very powerful country.

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