Chapter 222.2: Which Bastard Gave the Order? (2)

After calling Yoo Hye-Sook, Kang Chan looked for Kang Dae-Kyung’s number and called him.

The call rang just once before it was picked up.

- Hello?

Kang Dae-Kyung sounded as if he was in a rush.

“Father, is everything alright?”

- Huh? Yes! Nothing’s wrong! Where are you?

Why is he acting like this?

“I called to let you know that I’m doing well. I should be home in two to three days. I’ve already called Mother and told her about it.”

- Really…? Will you really be home by then?

He’s aware that I was part of the operation!

Kang Dae-Kyung didn’t have to say anything for Kang Chan to know.

“Father.”

Kang Dae-Kyung just stayed silent.

“I’m sorry.”

- Ugh! Don’t be. I’m… proud of you.

Kang Dae-Kyung exhaled deeply.

“Father, I want to eat sushi.”

- You…

Kang Dae-Kyung stopped. He sounded as if he was going to burst into tears at any moment.

- Should I buy some on my way to see you?

“Sure. I’m at the Bang Ji Hospital.”

- Okay! I’ll get you some, then! Should I head over there right now?

Kang Chan awkwardly looked at Seok Kang-Ho, who was sitting near him.

“Why don’t you drop by around dinner time instead? You’re going to have to bring a lot of sushi, though, since a pig lives here.”

Seok Kang-Ho blinked. He looked as if he found it unfair.

- Sure. I’ll buy a lot of sushi. I’ll be there tonight at around seven.

This was the first time Kang Chan heard Kang Dae-Kyung sound so happy.

“Okay. I'll see you later.”

- Alright!

Kang Dae-Kyung sounded like he was on top of the world.

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

“What’s wrong?” Seok Kang-Ho asked when the call ended.

“It seems my father has caught on to the fact that I was part of the operation in Afghanistan,” Kang Chan answered.

Pressing his lips together, Seok Kang-Ho nodded as if he had figured something out.

“What is it?” Kang Chan asked again.

“Your mother aside, I knew your father would quickly catch on about what you do.”

Kang Dae-Kyung probably figured it all out by himself, considering no one would have ever told him.

While Kang Chan was mulling over his thoughts, an agent opened the door and brought bossam and mak-guksu inside.

“Oh shoot! We forgot to order for you guys as well. How many of you are outside?” Kang Chan asked the agent.

“Don’t worry about us. Please enjoy the food.”

“Answer the question.”

“Mr. Deputy Director,” the agent called.

Kang Chan raised his head, the title catching him by surprise.

“Our morale has never been higher, so even if we don’t eat anything for the next hundred days, we’ll still be full. We have also decided not to have alcohol even during private occasions for the next fifty days or so to avoid causing you any trouble. For as long as you enjoy yourselves, we’re satisfied.”

Kang Chan felt as if he had suddenly been hit.

“Thank you for your hard work.” After the agent put the food and water down, he respectfully bowed and went outside.

“Why did he call you ‘deputy director’?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

“Oh, have I not told you about that yet?”

Kang Chan walked over and sat across from Seok Kang-Ho, who split the wooden chopsticks in half and handed them to Kang Chan. Now that he thought about it, Seok Kang-Ho only joined up with them after he was appointed to the position.

After they ate bossam and mak-guksu, Kang Chan explained everything that had happened with President Moon Jae-Hyun.

“You can’t refuse to work in this field anymore, then?” Seok Kang-Ho asked afterward.

“Hey! Don’t talk when your mouth is full!”

Seok Kang-Ho forcibly swallowed the mak-guksu he had shoved into his mouth while staring at Kang Chan.

“Ugh!” he groaned.

Jeesh, what a dirty fucker!

After chugging some water, he picked up his chopsticks again with a satisfied look on his face.

The two ate to their heart’s content.

The agents would probably run over and help them if they didn’t clean up properly. Hence, even though they had a wounded arm and leg, they cleaned up after themselves and tied the plastic bags tightly to prevent them from smelling.

After having a cup of coffee, Kang Chan sat by his bed and held up his phone.

- Mr. Kang Chan.

“Mr. Ambassador, I apologize for only contacting you now.”

- Don’t worry. I completely understand. How are your wounds?

“The doctor has told me that I have to stay in the hospital for three more days because of the wound on my leg.”

- Didn’t you also get stabbed around your chest?

“It isn’t that deep.”

Kang Chan heard Lanok laughing.

“Mr. Ambassador, is there something I should know about that broadcast?”

- Mr. Kang Chan, we should meet and talk about that after you get discharged from the hospital. If there is anything else you’re curious about, then Anne will know more about it than I do.

For some reason, Lanok sounded as if he was advising him to take action himself.

“I’ll visit you as soon as I get discharged.”

- I’ll be waiting for you with delight.

Lanok hung up.

Kang Chan felt as if the ambassador was hiding something. Just like Yoo Hun-Woo, Lanok was one sly fox as well.

Rattle.

Not long after, Yoo Hun-Woo entered the room with a nurse behind him.

“Woah! Where is that delicious smell coming from?” Yoo Hun-Woo asked as he approached their beds. He checked on Kang Chan’s wounds first. The one on his side wasn’t that bad, but the one on his right leg was quite severe.

Throbbing pain coursed through Kang Chan as Yoo Hun-Woo disinfected his wounds and wrapped them with new bandages.

Afterward, Yoo Hun-Woo went over to Seok Kang-Ho. He cut the old bandages with a pair of scissors, then examined his wounds. With a serious expression, he said, “You’re healing even faster than before.”

He then turned to Kang Chan.

How am I supposed to answer something that even a doctor can’t?

“Refrain from moving for about a day,” Yoo Hun-Woo advised.

“Will do.”

After disinfecting Seok Kang-Ho’s wounds, he wrapped his shoulder in bandages and left the room.

“Am I healing faster because of the blood transfusion I received last time?” Seok Kang-Ho wondered.

“Do you really think it’s because of that? Considering Jong-Il and Cha Dong-Gyun didn’t heal this fast, maybe it’s not the blood transfusion but because you have one of the Blackhead’s energies inside you?”

“Didn’t those fuckers manage to recover from certain death? My wounds are light compared to theirs.”

Kang Chan couldn’t help but think that someone who had a bullet embedded in his shoulder shouldn’t be saying something like that.

“Let’s watch TV,” Seok Kang-Ho suggested. He then held up the remote and turned on the TV. The screen displayed a scene from their operation filmed from high in the sky.

“So this how the viewers saw the battle when it was being broadcasted,” Seok Kang-Ho commented.

How could those fuckers broadcast people putting their lives on the line?

Kang Chan suddenly remembered the Apache helicopter.

Those sons of bitches!

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

Kang Chan’s phone soon began to ring. Seok Kang-Ho quickly turned down the volume of the TV.

“Ello?”

- Mr. Deputy Director-General, it’s Anne.

“What?”

- You’ve been promoted.

France’s DGSE had promoted him to Deputy Director-General so quickly that it seemed as if they were just choosing a part-timer for a local convenience store.

- The United States’ DIA and Ethan from the UK were the ones behind the broadcast. Ethan has just arrived in South Korea. We expect him to meet with the Ambassador.

“What was the purpose of the broadcast?”

- Ethan’s goal was to take you and the Ambassador out. Theo, the previous Deputy Director-General, has been removed because he was a part of that plan.

Anne sounded a bit more polite and business-like than before.

“And the United States? Why did they agree to it?”

- We haven’t figured out the DIA’s motives yet.

As Kang Chan nodded to himself, he suddenly thought of something.

“Anne. I want to entrust the Foreign Legion’s entire special forces to Gérard. Is there a way to make that happen?”

- Yes, there is. All you have to do is issue the order, and we’ll have it done, Deputy Director-General.

“Great. Have Gérard take the lead of the entire special forces, then.”

- Understood.

“One last thing, Anne. Call me like you’ve done in the past. All these honorifics are making me uncomfortable.”

- Alright, Monsieur Kang.

Now he finally felt as if Anne was back to how he knew her before.

- On another note, we have figured out Wui Min-Gook’s location.

Kang Chan sat up straight.

Damn it. Why is the wound on my side suddenly throbbing? It hasn’t caused me any pain until now.

- He’s with Kwak Do-Young, the secretary of ex-assemblyman Huh Sang-Soo.

Disgusting fuckers. They’re like cockroaches endlessly connected to each other.

“Where are they?”

- I have texted you their location.

“How does the DGSE find these things?” Kang Chan asked, suddenly growing curious.

- We searched through everything, from the food that Wui Min-Gook liked to eat when he was in China to the items that he usually bought. We also checked his phone call records and traced every number, even those he just called once. That’s how we found out that he contacted Kwak Do-Young.

Now that Kang Chan knew the lengths they had to go to for their jobs, he realized that their role was not for everyone.

Unaware of what they were talking about, Seok Kang-Ho just observed Kang Chan’s expression.

“Are there any other matters that I have to be aware of?”

- That’s all I have right now.

“Thank you, Anne.”

After hanging up, Kang Chan told Seok Kang-Ho every information that he received through the phone call.

“Wui Min-Gook, that son of a bitch! We can finally get proper revenge for General Choi,” Seok Kang-Ho commented and immediately turned off the TV. His eyes were already glinting.

“I have fully recovered already, Cap, so don’t you dare leave me behind when you’re going to kill that motherfucking bastard,” he continued.

Does he have to act like this?

Seok Kang-Ho looked more worked up than usual.

“When I went to Jeungpyeong, I realized that if the general wasn’t around, the special forces that we know now wouldn’t exist either. Seeing Cha Dong-Gyun cry broke my heart,” he added.

Kang Chan smirked as he turned to him.

Dayeru, who had lived a very lonely life, had turned into someone who finally had people he genuinely cared for.

“Captain!” Seok Kang-Ho yelled when Kang Chan didn’t answer.

“Son of a bitch! Fine! Let’s make sure to give his neck a proper fucking twist!” Kang Chan exclaimed.

Seok Kang-Ho grinned like a hungry tiger that had found a dog to eat.