Chemi, who told Gerald she would guide him, took Jong-seok to tour the U.S. military base.
"That's the PX."
At Chemi's words, Jong-seok looked at PX with curious eyes.
I've always wanted to go to PX.
I often heard about PX from my friends who went to the army. Especially to borrow Kim Young-woo's words... ...
In the army, the PX is like the Garden of Eden.
Garden of Eden?
It means it's a place where milk flows. Of course... ...even though it's an admissible Eden that flows only to those with money.
According to Kim Young-woo, among frozen foods that are only available in the military, there are products that will revolutionize the market.
Did you say no likes or dislikes?'
When Jong-seok, curious about the taste that anyone would like, said Chemi when she saw PX.
"Do you want to go to PX?"
When Jong-seok nodded, Chemi took him to the PX.
The PX was quite large. There were shelves like a regular mart and tables on one side.
And there, American soldiers were drinking beer, watching TV or playing billiards.
"You're drinking?"
"It's a weekend off. It's okay as long as you're not drunk enough."
Jong-seok tilted his head at the sight of Chemi entering the PX with a smile as if it was obvious.
'Drinking on the weekend?'
Drinking in the barracks is possible once or twice a year for the Korean military. Drinking is only possible on Armed Forces Day or on days of big events in the unit.
However, they seemed to drink comfortably on their days off.
Chemistry said as U.S. soldiers drinking comfortably talked while watching American broadcasts on TV.
"Come here."
Chemistry entered the PX and showed the goods displayed inside. Most of the goods on display were from the United States.
Chemi bought beer and beef jerky from one side.
"Master, have a drink."
"I don't like drinking because I'm supposed to meet the commander..."
"It's all right. Where's the beer? Beverage resin"
Chemi's words made me laugh.
That's what Americans think.
"Drink yourself. Let's talk."
At Jong-seok's words, Chemi took wine and jerky and went to an empty seat and sat down.
Jong-seok sat in front of him and said,
"East?"
"I'm in the medical office."
"The medical office? Are you sick?"
"I'm not sick. I'm learning about first aid."
"Emergency treatment?"
Chemi opened her mouth with a slightly gloomy face when asked by Jong-seok.
"One of my colleagues died on a mission before I came to Korea."
"Dead?"
"During the pregnancy..."
Jong-seok nodded at Chemi's unwillingness to elaborate.
Was he on the battlefield?'
"That's why you're learning first aid?"
"I've been on several missions in the military, but it's the first time I've lost a colleague. And especially East was very shocked."
"Because I've never seen a person die?"
"That's the same thing... ...because someone who thought it was his line died before his eyes. And I think I was even more shocked that I couldn't do anything."
Chemistry, shaking his head and holding a can of beer in his mouth, quenched his throat and said,
"I'm studying emergency medicine so I won't be absent-minded again."
"You've changed a lot. You know how to think about other people."
"I think the army is right for him."
"Call me, see your face."
"That's..."
Chemistry relished Jong-seok's words and shook his head.
"I still hate the Master."
Sometimes when Chemi talked to Jong-seok on the phone, he would show that he didn't like yeast.
"I'm sure so. Tell me you'll watch it with me when you're in Korea."
"Okay."
"And..."
Jong-seok glanced around and said softly.
"Do you know anything about a U.S. military organization working as a killing mercenary?"
When asked by Jong-seok, he looked at him with a stiff face and killed his voice.
"Master, why would you do that?"
"Because they were after one of the people I knew. So I'm looking into it."
Chemi looked worried at Jong-seok's words and raised her body.
"Let's talk outside."
At Chemi's words, Jong-seok looked at him.
"You know."
"Let's get out of here."
Chemi gulped down the canned beer, picked up the jerky and went outside.
Then he looked around and began to talk quickly.
"I don't know the details either, but I've heard something. There's an organization that connects requests to special forces, especially those who don't have money and need money.
"Request? So those soldiers don't belong to the organization?"
"I don't know that much. According to what I heard, the soldiers who were dispatched to other countries are being commissioned to return home."
"The date of your return... so if you go straight to the United States after you kill him, you won't be caught."
"Yes, sir.
Jong-seok nodded at Chemie's words. Soldiers without loyalty to their country are literally killers with murder skills.
And if such killers are tempted into hard-to-deny money, they'll pass on.
In addition, if he kills them and returns to the United States soon, he is less likely to be caught. Unless there is solid evidence, we cannot arrest anyone in the U.S.
"I thought it was an organization that was supposed to work as an organization... ...to hire soldiers as needed and request them."
Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, saw chemistry.
"You've never received a note like that, have you?"
"It's a note to the people who don't have money, but it won't come to us."
"Well, you're right."
I won't let anyone work. They would have looked into it beforehand and found out what kind of family it was.
Chemistry, then, cannot be the target. Chemistry is the master of a rich family.
And so is East. He'll kill if he spends his money to kill someone.
No, I've already tried it once. To himself... ...so he's not the one who's being swayed by other people's money to be asked to kill.
"Well, shall I check it out?"
At Chemi's words Jong-seok shook his head while looking at him.
"It's dangerous. Don't do anything useless."
"Okay."
Chemi bowed her head gently. Maybe I just said it once.
I'm afraid of the organization from talking.
Jong-seok, who smiled at such chemistry, suddenly saw him.
"You said you just came to Korea, right?"
"It's been ten days now."
The U.S., which has been deployed to South Korea, is allowed to go outside the compound after undergoing local adaptation training for a certain period of time.
To prevent them from being unable to adapt to the local culture and causing accidents.
"Then where did you hear the story?"
"I'm on a mission."
"Well... ...you mean the organization isn't just in Korea?"
"I've heard you're only active outside of the United States."
"Only outside the United States?"
"The men they work for are returning to their homes, so there's no reason to take over the U.S. request."
"That's true."
Chemi's words wheedled Jong-seok's appetite.
"I thought those guys who turned from the U.S. Army in Korea were working... ...but they're huge if they're global-moving. And if they're working like this, they'll have a lot of high-ranking officers in the army."
Jong-seok, who had asked Chemi a few more questions, got a call from Gerald.
When the commander arrived, Jong-seok was guided by Chemi to interview him.
However, there was no particular talk about the meeting. The reason I asked for a meeting was to find out about the organization, but if you look at the current situation... ...maybe the commander here is also on one foot.
So I didn't ask about him. I thought Tom's connection would be safer and more reliable than the commander.
Jong-seok, who left the commander's office, took the waiting chemistry outside.
And he looked at the dry ball played by Chemi at the training ground.
Chemi's skill in dry balls was considerable. Perhaps because of their hard work, they were better than the researchers who had been trained at the licensed clinic for several years.
Even though it is small, I can feel the inner workings.
"This is the fastest achievement in a year... except for me."
Chemi's achievement was the fastest among those who informed him of Geon-gon-gu-gong.
"You've worked hard."
Chemi started to play the ball again as if she was happy with Jong-seok's praise.
Tom called me when Jong-seok saw it.
"Hello."
[We're looking into your favor]
When Tom told me some names and phone numbers of people in the U.S. military in Korea, Jong-seok remembered it and asked.
"And have you ever heard of an assassin gang in the U.S. military?"
At Jong-seok's question, Tom didn't say a word, but then he opened his mouth.
[I don't know why you're asking that... ...but you're asking me something dangerous]
"You do know that."
[Our Blackwood is a collection of soldiers... ...and there's a lot of military gossip.]
"So no one in Blackwood did you work there?"
[It's a dangerous question... ...that can't be answered]
You mean there is.
If not, you can say no. Instead, he meant that he could not answer, but that he could not confirm.
"If it's dangerous... ...how dangerous is it?"
[It's very dangerous. Did they kill someone they know when they called me?]
"I stopped what I was trying to kill."
[Whoa! That's a relief]
"Fortunately?"
[Thank God, you're no stranger, but your work is neat.]
"Clean?"
[Success or failure] One of the two. When you execute a request you receive, if you do either success or failure, you will no longer touch it]
"What do you mean?"
[You failed once, and you'll never approach it again. So don't worry about it anymore.
"What if I'm nervous?"
[Are you confident of avoiding sniper bullets 500 meters away?]
"This is Korea, isn't it?""
[No matter how clean the gun is, there's a place where people live where they can get anything for money. And, uh, the U.S. military can't get a gun?]
Tom's words swallowed Jong-seok's saliva.
You're right.
It wasn't wrong. Can't the U.S. military get a gun? Besides, it's an organization that receives worldwide requests for assassination through the U.S. military. ...
Well, even the ones we caught this time had guns.
"Then surely if you don't go after him, you don't go after him anymore?"
They put safety first. So when the target is set, we thoroughly investigate it. And find the best soldier to kill the target. Do you know what this means?]
"You must be certain to move."
[Right, we have the best points to kill an opponent, like a military operation, and then we want the right soldiers. Special forces specialized in one area, such as fighting, driving, and firearms, are less likely to fail.
"So you don't touch a failed target again?"
[Right, if you fail after deploying such operations and agents, you're no longer involved with the penalty. So don't worry about them anymore.
"But..."
[Not so]
He continued after a moment of determined speech.
This is their ironclad rule and it doesn't change. So no more involvement with them.
Jong-seok, who was briefly at Tom's words, nodded.
"If they don't touch my people, I won't investigate any more."
[I'll take care of the matter]
Jong-seok, who finished the call with it, suddenly looked at the phone.
You want me to handle that? Is there a link to the organization?'
I thought it might be because I thought like that. Since it is Blackwood where soldiers from all over the country get jobs, there will be a lot of stories in the military.
"Is the answer not to care?"
Thinking like that, Jong-seok began to walk.
A U.S. military officer was watching Jong-seok carry the ball with him.
Then he took out his phone and called.
"Lee Jong-seok, confirmed."
For a moment, the U.S. military nodded while listening to the other person's story over the phone.
"I'll take care of it."
After the call, the U.S. military put its cell phone in its pocket and moved to where Jong-seok and Che-mi were.
"Hey! Chemi!"
At the sight of the U.S. military cry, Chemi hurried up to him and saluted him.
Then the U.S. military said with a smile.
"Have you already made Korean friends?"
"You're the master I've always talked about."
Then Chemi said to Jong-seok,
"This is Sergeant Joey, our platoon."
"Hello."
Joy smiled at Jong-seok's greeting.
"This is the kung fu master Lee. I've heard a lot from Chemi."
When Joey smiled and reached out his hand, Jong-seok shook hands with him.
"Nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you, too."
At Joey's words, the wonder on Jong-seok's face was young.
'Your face is smiling... ...what's wrong with your eyes?'
Joy's eyes feel cold when she smiles.