Upon arriving at the mansion, Jong-hyuk hung on the sofa.

"Ha. Tired."

All of them were training instructors.

over forty years old

It was mind-consuming for such people to look only at Jong-hyuk's own mouth.

Jong-hyuk wanted to do nothing like this.

I'm not doing anything, but I don't want to be more intense.

Waddle, waddling.

"It looks like salted cabbage."

"…Didn't you go to work?"

"I've been on vacation since yesterday."

"That's a bad CEO."

"He's a good CEO. The CEO has to go on vacation first so that the employees can go on vacation freely."

Jong-hyuk looked at Victor with a meat skewer in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other.

The strong smell of charcoal on the body seemed to be baked by itself.

He only wears a gown under his pants.

The mansion was being used as one's own.

Ring! Ring!

"Oh, wait a minute."

Jong-hyuk took a bite of the skewer he took over.

"Oh, it's good.’

The cow was big enough to hit with his bare hands, but it seemed to have a taste of his hands.

"Well, I don't know why I have to see you guys on vacation. I don't know how I got this number, but I don't want you to call me again."

Victor, who hung up firmly, looked sorry.

Jong-hyuk shook his head and snatched the vodka.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm an entrepreneur from Korea and he wants to meet me."

"Korea?"

"Maybe it's you."

A company that makes canned coffee and lunch box cup noodles.

Since last year, he has been bothering to hand over the distribution network.

He made inroads into Russia without consulting and shamelessly.

If it wasn't for him, he would have lost everything he had achieved by heading to the bare ground.

"Choi, do you have any unpleasant...…."

"No, I don't care."

It is a harsh world of business.

They did it wrong first.

I didn't want to defend even the same Korean.

"……I think it's the luckiest thing I've ever had to do with you."

"Ha ha."

Victor's eyes get hot when he sees Jong-hyuk smiling awkwardly.

"Choi. It may be sudden, but I think I can say it now."

"……?"

"That's enough for me to be successful. Enough to keep up with the genius you are."

A short but intense memory with Jong-hyuk.

Since then, Victor has had one mind.

"What! Victor!"

"So Choi."

Victor reached out his hand.

"Will you be my friend?"

The greeting we shared before we broke up.

Let's see if we succeed.’

That was Victor's pledge to himself.

A grudge against himself, who was infinitely lacking compared to a young genius.

"……."

It's a sudden remark.

But it's serious.

So it's more embarrassing.

It wasn't a pure favor for Jong-hyuk to help Victor.

Because there's something I need from him.

It was bound to be embarrassing.

But the extended hand is shaking.

He is big enough to beat a cow, and even though he is a successful businessman, he is shaking like a child who confessed to his opposite sex.

I can't let you down.’

Perhaps the politician's son should ask Natalia to introduce him to him.

The time of the incident is 2007 anyway.

There was plenty of time to build a cause.

Organizing his thoughts, Jong-hyuk held a vodka bottle in his hand.

"Aren't we already friends?"

"……!"

"I don't give up my house to people who aren't friends."

"Choi! ……hahaha!"

Viktor, who laughed at the stomach, stole the eyeballs and pulled Jong-hyuk's arm.

"Get up!"

"Hm?"

"We should celebrate this meaningful day! Let's rip the night out of Russia!"

"Oh…… well, I'm tired today."

I want to go there, but I was really tired.

I told you to take the iron out of the fire! I'm on my way!"

"Huh? How can I speak Korean?…."

"Come on, let's go. A man doesn't get tired from just this."

"Oh, wait, wait, wait! It's really hard."

That's how Jong-hyuk was taken.

* * *

A tactical shooting range with steel-plate targets or tires.

Hundreds of people with arms folded in front of their chests stare at the shooting range with sunglasses and large headsets, and a middle-aged man in his 50s with brown hair catches his breath at the starting point.

"Whoo."

Beep!

As the sharp sound of shaking his head resonates from the speaker, a middle-aged man pulls out a pistol and pulls the trigger.

Bbang! Bababang!

a gunshot that tore the earth apart

Fireworks erupt at the target of the iron plate with the sound of ground.

How many seconds have passed?

A middle-aged man in his 50s, a training instructor at the FSB anti-terrorism unit Alpha, of the Russian Federal Security Agency, met the last target and raised his hand.

-11 seconds 03.

"…what?"

Hundreds of training instructors, as well as middle-aged people, were astonished. A few days before they were trained by Jong-hyuk, they objectively extracted physical ability data.

He fired this tactical shot at that time, when the middle-aged man's record was 11.05.

That's 0.2 seconds ahead.

It wasn't something to do just because you were in good shape.

You've only been trained for a week, but you've lost 0.2 seconds?

They were thrilled.

But it wasn't just a middle-aged man's mind.

My best time is 10.08 seconds.….’

It was also recorded in his mid-thirties, when the body was at the forefront.

Since then, his body has declined day by day.

The record fell day by day at all costs.

Like a perforated hourglass.

I've put it back.

You can go back to that time?’

A time when I was not afraid of anything.

Those days when you're looking for a drink.

A sullen middle-aged man rushed to find Jong-hyuk. The same was true of the hundreds of other training instructors.

But with his arms folded in front of his chest like them, Jong-hyuk didn't feel that gaze.

A woman with a woman......kisses...'

That's also on an open nightclub stage.

Young singers who are less than 20 years old.

He said that he is a two-member singer who is popular in Russia these days. That's also a couple.

As expected, it could be called Amazing Russia.

Anything was beyond my imagination.

"Hm?"

Jong-hyuk, who raised his head because he could feel the hot gaze, was embarrassed by the sight of the training instructors looking this way.

It's an important day, but I'm distracted.’

Today is the day to examine the results of the physical training conducted over the past week.

Awkward, Jong-hyuk raised his index finger and drew a circle in the air.

It was a sign to keep going.

The training instructors laughed dumbfoundedly at him.

I've moved up the record by 0.2 seconds, and you're not agitated!’

Oh, you're saying this is a given?’

It is 0.2 seconds shorter in just a week.

However, there is about one and a half more months left.

The training instructors' blood began to heat up.

-Illina, come forward.

"Yes!"

A female agent in her 40s, a training instructor at Russia's Foreign Intelligence Service SVR, stepped forward and drooped her arms.

Beep!

A lightning-pulled pistol fired at a target site that looked like a human being.

It's swarming.

A restaurant lined with training instructors with plastic plates.

It's a happy meal time, but their expressions aren't very good.

"I can't believe I have to eat grass at this age."

"I can't help it. Let's bear with this red meat."

I really don't want to eat it, but I have to eat vegetables to improve my physical ability, such as flexibility and speed of reaction.

It is dark to see vegetables and fruits piled up on the plate under the strange name of recommended daily amount.

"For Christ's sake, let me sprinkle mayonnaise!"

"Or vodka!"

"Vodka or death!"

"Mother vodka!"

The restaurant went to hell in an instant.

"Phew, those old guys are doing it again."

"Leave it alone, you're old enough not to open your eyes tomorrow."

The average life expectancy of a Russian male is under 60.

Even though he was only in his 50s, the shadow of death was close.

"Choi, is there really a recommended daily dose?"

Jong-hyuk, who was eating a big wrap of red meat and stir-fried spicy pork, saw a training instructor for Spetsunatsu sitting across from him.

Even though she is in her 50s, her forearm is impressive.

"Didn't you say you were from KGB?"

Along with the CIA, KGB, which was the world's top spy agency, is one of the world's top military units.

In order to carry out the operation faster, of course, the body had to be studied. Other instructors sitting at the same table seemed to be dumbfounded by what Jong-hyuk said.

"…Choi. We're not Nazis."

This is what the Nazis are for?’

"No, I heard you were a spy. If you did, you'd have collected a lot of tips for improving your physical ability."

"Well, I did. I've done experiments like analyzing a soup made of medicinal herbs or improving my basic physical ability with a drug based on it."

Several other experiments were conducted, but it was highly secretive and could not be said.

However, all I can say is that the taste of the results made in that way was terrible.

"So I don't know how grateful I am to you."

Although I can't eat greasy things like mayonnaise as I have done so far, I still got the taste and nutrition.

It is organized as if it had been studied for decades.

While eating deliciously, it is easier and safer than before, improving physical ability and balancing the body.

This was a treasure as well as physical training.

No, these two were a pair.

Yeah, it was like this at this time of year.’

At an important moment, for example, all you have to do is explode your strength in the game. How many times.

It is to complete and repair the body by focusing only on that.

"It's not that there's no data, it's a different direction."

The directionality of this period is a hard, strong concrete-like body.

It is easy to make and easy to repair.

Even though I know that I will eventually collapse if I keep getting damage, I don't care because it's after my heyday.

If he doesn't make it and retires early, his talent is dismissed to that point.

But it is different in the future.

Research is conducted to continue his career and his heyday for a longer time, and to keep his body in shape after retirement.

A rubber-like body that is hard, strong, elastic and flexible like concrete.

In addition, to reduce mental stress, they even taste the food.

"This will change the Russian diet."

The eyes of a middle-aged man who said so became faint.

I can retire with confidence now.’

He is one of the world's top special forces, but he seemed to be able to part ways with Spetsunatsu, who were anxious because he was like a chick.

"What are you going to do after retirement?"

His little self-talk was heard by Jong-hyuk.

"Well, wouldn't you be a miner back home? I just heard that gold mines were being developed."

"There must still be a gold mine." It was also a Russian-style word, a country full of resources.

"Well, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to get your severance pay in advance and invest."

"Investment?"

"For example, amenities for miners? A public bath? Anything would be better than a miner. You're not going to be a bodyguard."

If I had, I would have brought this up first.

"……Yes, I don't want to see anyone die anymore."

That was understandable.

Every time I see my colleague, junior, and senior lying in the morgue in the evening, I go crazy.

When I can't even deal with my death, I feel skeptical about whether I should continue doing.

"Maybe these guys feel the same way."

A bitter smile spreads on the table.

Despite this, Jong-hyuk understood how they felt about not being able to quit.

Loyalty to the State

My heart to protect my family.

A vow to protect the weak.

The base is all shackled like this.

A self-clad shackler.

Everyone who sacrifices their lives for the people is wearing these shackles.

"So Choi!"

"What?"

"Don't you want to learn about tactical shooting?"

"…Yes?"

"We can't let our Russian treasure catch criminals and get shot! Don't you think so, comrades?"

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

"Oh, no! I don't need it!"

Korea, where gun incidents are so rare.

It's not for the Korean police to shoot the gun, it's for the Korean police to throw it's for them to hit it.

"It's okay, it's okay. We'll teach you like a real chick. We're the specialists in this field!"

"No!"

"Hey, Sevchenko! What are you going to teach me first?!"

"Of course, the beginning is Macarov!"

"Yes, Mother, Russia is Makarov! Get out of here!

"Oh! Russia! Russia-!"

Apparently he didn't drink, but Jong-hyuk swept his face at the sight of them singing with their arms around each other's shoulders as if they were drunk.

"……Yes, it wouldn't hurt to learn."

Since this has happened, I think we can prepare for the National Police Agency's shooting competition. A shooting competition that is quite a plus to the personnel test.

Tang! Tang-tat-tang!

A subtle smile is drawn around Jong-hyuk's mouth without an empty ammunition.

Hey, this is fun.’

Ting Ting Flames are popping at the target site, so it's quite stinging.

He didn't miss a single target and was rather fast.

Even if it was his first tactical shooting, he could say that he was in good compliance. Taking off his headset, Jong-hyuk saw the training instructor that followed.

"……."

He's dazed for some reason.

Many instructors took off their sunglasses and blinked their eyes.

"What do you think? Are you okay?"

"…What? Why are you so good?"

Some say, "Is he the god of shooting?"

But it is inevitable.

Extremely disciplined bodies find targets in slow time and move in optimal motion.

It was strange that I wasn't good.

I told you you didn't need me.’

Jong-hyuk shrugged at them staring blankly.

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