~The front of the restaurant where I have an appointnt with the ‘Director'~
Parnello, in the passenger seat, opens the door and gets out first, then opens the back door for .
"At your service, sir."
Parnello takes care of first as I have a bandage wrapped around my arm.
I carefully step out of the car with his guidance, then turn to Han Seo-joon, who is still behind the wheel.
“Leave it at the valet and co right up.”
"Yes, sir."
I brought a total of two people to this eting.
Parnello, who can protect in any situation, and Han Seo-joon, who is always by my side and is my secret weapon.
When I first asked Han Seo-joon to co with , he was a little surprised.
‘I'm going to be there?’
The director of the National Intelligence Service, not anyone else. As an agent assigned to , not anyone else, there was a high probability that the director and Han Seo-joon knew each other.
I realized that if Han Seo-joon was present, even the director would notice, and I would be able to show my vulnerability.
And then.
"Are you comfortable with the bandages?"
"Yeah, it's better than I thought."
This ti, I used a bandage I got from Kwak Chun-sik Kwak and rolled it up as if my hand was injured.
This was also a device to gain an advantage during the conversation with the guys.
As I entered the restaurant, I was approached by n in black suits who had been waiting for .
"Were you waiting for……huh?"
One of the guys looks at and greets , then freezes when he sees Parnello next to .
"Show us around, we haven't had dinner and we're hungry."
I give him a pat on the shoulder and we head straight into the restaurant building.
The inside of the restaurant was very noisy, indicating that it was dinner ti.
There were mostly couples in their twenties and thirties.
From this perspective, it was an ordinary restaurant, but unfortunately, I knew their ways all too well.
"There are quite a few agents here today. Are you here for a group dinner or sothing?"
"What? What do you an?"
The person on the other end of the line looked at like I didn't know what I was talking about, but I smirked and released my aura around .
People flinched for a mont.
anwhile, the al and conversation continued apace.
"There's no way a normal person could feel this and still be eating like that, is there?"
"……."
"Well, you guys have to eat too, so let's keep going."
"……Yes."
We passed through the first floor full of agents and arrived at the second floor of the restaurant.
Unlike the first floor, the hallway was very quiet.
The man walking ahead of looked nervous as he walked toward the end of the hallway. He was probably conscious of Parnello next to .
By now the ones downstairs are eagerly reporting back upstairs, "Parnello's here.”
"This is it."
He says, standing in front of a door made of window screens.
I nod once, then open the door and step inside.
As if he's been waiting for , he turns his attention to the tea on the table.
His pomade is slicked back neatly, and he wears imposing black horn-rimd glasses.
Seated around him is a man who appears to be an officer of the National Intelligence Agency.
"There you are, Mr. Corleone, Jr…….and Lord Parnello."
The horn-rimd man stood up, smiled at us, and introduced himself.
"I'm Mr. Kwon, Director of National Intelligence."
With that, he offered his hand.
I shrug it off. Once seated, I cross my legs and raise the glass of water in front of .
"Master. Shouldn't we check for poison first?"
"No way, the high and mighty of the country would pull such a stunt. And……if I die from eating this, won't Parnello avenge ?"
"Of course."
A blatant disregard and provocative remark.
To argue about whether or not sothing was poisonous in front of the person who made the al was an insult to the other person but to , it didn't matter how they felt.
"No way, I didn't think you were joking to begin with."
I say, setting my cup down after quenching my thirst with lukewarm green tea.
He nods his head in understanding.
"I understand. I apologize if the agents downstairs made you feel uncomfortable, but we all have those ‘what ifs', don't we?"
Hmm? He's been saying that since before.
"The agents downstairs are no big deal. If I asked Parnello right now, he'd have them cleared out in less than five minutes, right?"
"Yes, sir."
Did he feel my words were strong? His temples twitched.
"Who the hell did you think you are ssing around with──"
"You're not the director. Why are you acting like him? You're pissing people off."
-Bang!
I slamd the teacup in my hand down hard and turned to look at the dark-eyed man sitting quietly next to him.
I slowly opened my mouth as I looked at the young-faced man who appeared to be only in his late 20s.
"Mr. Kwon. How long do you expect to go along with your antics?"
My words left the man speechless and it was Kwon Dae-woon, the dark-eyed man sitting next to him, who finally spoke up.
"……I can't believe you even recognize my face, Corleone Jr."
"How could I not recognize you, even though I have your phone number? I'm getting more and more uncomfortable because I keep seeing things like this since I got here…….We didn't et to fight, did we?"
–or is that what you want?
I can feel his eyes on Parnello as he listens to my words.
I'm glad I brought him along as he is a tactical weapon that can intimidate opponents with its re presence.
In response, Kwon Dae-woon bowed his head and spoke.
“I apologize for that. Please understand that since a eting is a eting, we had no choice but to be like this.”
"Am I so kind of criminal? I ca here as a victim, but the way you're treating makes it seem like……I'm the perpetrator. What, am I supposed to be the real perpetrator this ti?"
"What…….?"
"──Parnello."
"Yes, Master."
"What do you want to do in such a case?"
"Just give the order. I'll take care of it."
"You say……what do you want to do?"
I don't even give him a chance to speak up, I just keep talking nonstop.
It's a kind of dominance battle to make sure you're in control.
However, the other guy isn't about to give up so easily.
"You're the one who's been trying to get to sit down with you, Corleone Junior. You're the one who threatened to tell you know about my family, and if you start off like this, I don't even feel the need to talk to you."
Ooh, that's how you're going to co off?
It's a way to give up space……I think I used my brain a bit. Then, this side also has its own thod.
Eugene Han Corleone is an asshole character in the first place.
"But why are you being an asshole? Do you think you're the boss because I keep treating you with respect? What makes you think you're so proud of planting a mole in soone else's house?"
As I shouted at him, Kwon Dae-woo's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You, what are you saying…….?"
“What? Is there anything wrong with what I said? Kwak Jung-woo, you guys sent him, right? He said he ca because you sent him, but why do you say no? Do you throw away agents who fail their original mission as if you were throwing away disposable items?”
As if he couldn't stand what I was saying, he jumped to his feet.
"How dare you talk to the director right now──"
"──Please sit down. He's not talking to you, is he?"
But at Parnello's words, he imdiately closed his mouth.
He sighs and glares at .
"I'll say it again, he didn't co from us……."
You're going to use respectful language again now?
"Really? Then……."
-Master, I'm here.
My secret weapon.
"Oh, didn't I tell you, I have one more companion, so……I'll call him right inside. Uh, co on in."
After hearing my answer, Han Seo-joon walked inside.
He glanced at us and the director for a mont, then back at and bowed.
"I ca right up after I parked, where do you want to sit?"
“Ah, take the seat next to Parnello. Now, let's continue talking, Director. The job of our National Intelligence Service is to abandon people without rcy if they are exposed during a mission and not care whether they die or not. Is this it?”
I asked him, continuing the question I was about to ask.
His brow twitched for a mont at the sudden entrance of Han Seo-joon but he quickly turned his attention back to and stuck to the sa opinion he had just expressed.
"Not only have we not sent spies against Corleone, but we are operating under an agreent."
"Agreent?"
Parnello opened his mouth at this.
"An agreent between Don and the Director. A sort of inviolability pact……where we agreed not to touch, as long as we didn't violate each other's sovereignty."
"Oh-an inviolability pact?"
That's what Corleone and the Director of National Intelligence had.
Co to think of it, it was one of the few things that directly broke in both stories.
I guess that's how it was.
"So what happens in a case like this?"
I said, holding up my bandaged hand.
"What if an agent of the National Intelligence Agency had injured ?"
"Wouldn't that convention fall apart right away, unless the wronged party made ands or apologized?"
“That’s right.”
In a case like this, the one who admitted fault first would lose.
Besides, the director had been watching Han Seo-joon's eyes the whole ti.
In front of Han Seo-joon, he would not dare to say ‘I don't know' like he did just now.
That's how human psychology works.
It's also a problem that Han Seo-joon might change his mind if he answers as he did before. Even if he doesn't answer, it's a problem. The repercussions if Han Seo-joon's identity is discovered later will be enormous.
But of course, they don't have a choice.
“I speak to you as the official Director of National Intelligence. We have no relationship with the person in the photo sent by Corleone Jr. We have nothing to do with Corleone Jr.’s injury.”
Whatever. For him, it was more important to maintain the ‘agreent’ now.
"On the contrary, I would like to ask you sothing. Corleone Jr."
And then, as if to counterattack, the director looks at and shoots a look.
"May I ask where you got the information about ?"
He's not going to let off the hook for contacting him first.
I finally got it…….
Didn't I prepare for that by coming all this way?
"I asked my dad."
"……?"
"My dad has your number. You exchanged numbers last ti you t."
I asked my dad. What do you say?
"But, surely you didn't tell Don Corleone and Consigliere about what happened yesterday……."
"Of course I didn't tell them what happened, I just asked them to give the phone number because I had an errand to run."
"He gave you my number?"
"Because I am very much loved by my father."
He just gave it to .
"Oh, by the way, I forgot, I need to get sothing on the record."
I said, pulling out my phone and turning on the recording feature.
"So, why don't you say it right here in front of ?"
──That the mole found inside Corleone has nothing to do with the ‘National Intelligence Agency', and that you will never have a problem with whatever they get themselves into.
"You never know, sothing like this might happen again."
I smirked and looked at the director.
Now, say it with your own mouth in front of him.
Han Seo-joon is a pawn that can be discarded at any ti.
We have abandoned him. Say it.
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