In the end, Oh Gap-su skipped dinner that day.
The National Intelligence Service moved busily.
It was because of Oh Gap-su.
Director of the National Intelligence Service Choi Bu-il looked at Han Sang-guk and spoke.
Han Sang-guk was the first deputy director, overseeing North Korea-related operations.
“Report on what has been figured out so far.”
“Oh Gap-su’s story has been proven true.
The death of his father, Oh Je-kang, has also been confirmed.”
“Then we must bring him in.”
“However, Jo Jin-mun’s whereabouts have not been confirmed.
Also, we need time to verify the role Oh Gap-su played in Office 39.”
“If we drag this out, the USA might intervene, just as he said.”
“…”
“Send agents immediately and bring him in.”
“Understood.”
Leaving the Director of the National Intelligence Service’s office, Han Sang-guk couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling in a corner of his mind.
Oh Gap-su’s trip to South Korea proceeded under strict security.
The Thai government conveyed an unofficial protest, but it couldn’t openly stop it.
The rumors of Oh Je-kang’s purge had solidified into fact, providing sufficient grounds for defection.
There were no North Korean provocations, which they had worried about, until the KAL 274 special plane took off with Oh Gap-su on board.
Looking at the fluffy clouds outside the window, Jo Cheol-jung asked in a trembling voice.
“Brother, are we really going to South Korea?”
“Yeah.
We’re finally going to the land of freedom.”
Oh Gap-su was also a little excited.
It was because of his anticipation for the new world that would unfold before him soon.
There was something that caught his eye.
It was the thighs of the woman sitting diagonally across from him.
She was wearing a skirt with her legs crossed, beautifully revealing them wrapped in black stockings.
“Does South Korea pick agents based on their faces?”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
When Jo Cheol-jung asked back at his muttered words, Oh Gap-su closed his mouth.
He wasn’t entirely sure since they had only exchanged brief greetings while he was tense, but he thought she had said she was an agent.
Her name was Han Ji-yun.
Oh Gap-su, who was admiring his own memory for even remembering her name, had a gleam in his eye.
Han Ji-yun unfastened her seatbelt, got up from her seat, and headed to the restroom.
Oh Gap-su, who spent a moment taking deep breaths, also unfastened his seatbelt and stood up.
Jo Cheol-jung asked.
“Where are you going?”
“To take a leak.”
When Oh Gap-su was about two-thirds of the way down the aisle to the restroom, Han Ji-yun opened the door and came out, just as expected.