Only then did Oh Gap-su groan and sit up on the sofa.
“Hyung-nim!
Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think I’m a bit better now.”
Oh Gap-su replied, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, and looked at the security guard.
“The procedures are done, so we can leave, right?”
The security guard nodded, understanding his fluent English.
“We don’t have any luggage, so can we go out that way?
It seems a bit closer.
I’m still feeling dizzy.”
Oh Gap-su pointed to the door the security guard had been using.
It was on the opposite side of the door they had entered through.
“Yes.”
As soon as the security guard answered, Oh Gap-su stood up from the sofa.
“Let’s go.
Pretend to support me.”
Jo Cheol-jung quickly supported Oh Gap-su, even though he didn’t exactly know what was going on.
The security guards just watched as the two men walked out the door.
Stepping out of the interrogation room, Oh Gap-su quickly looked around.
A short distance away, he saw men loitering near the front of the departure hall.
They were the ones he had seen in his dream.
There were three of them in total.
They were definitely agents from the North Korean Bowibu.
‘This is driving me crazy.’
What on earth was going on?
He couldn’t tell if he had dreamed it on the plane, or if this was the dream right now.
But either way, he could think about that later.
“Cheol-jung, those Bowibu bastards are over there.
We need to get out before they spot us, so hurry.”
“Huh?
Yes.”
Only then did Jo Cheol-jung realize why Oh Gap-su had acted so strangely.
He truly was an amazing Hyung-nim.
How did he know the Bowibu was out there and come up with such a clever trick?
Oh Gap-su and Jo Cheol-jung moved through crowded areas to avoid the eyes of the Bowibu agents.
But just as they had almost made it out of the airport lobby, a shout rang out from behind.
“Stop right there, Oh Gap-su!”
“Run!”
As soon as the shout echoed, Oh Gap-su sprinted forward.
Jo Cheol-jung reflexively followed right behind him.
An angry voice could be heard from behind.
“Son of a bitch!
Stop or I’ll shoot!”
Who would be stupid enough to stop after hearing that?
Instead, Oh Gap-su ran even faster, using every last ounce of his strength.
Just then, a taxi was waiting on the road outside the airport.
Oh Gap-su quickly opened the door, slid inside, and shouted.
“Cultural Center Station!”
“Khrap?”
“Hey, move it!”
Jo Cheol-jung, who had been about to get in the back seat, opened the driver’s side door at Oh Gap-su’s words, dragged out the resisting taxi driver, and hopped into the seat.