We Do Business In Full Auto [EN]: Chapter 75

075

Rescue Operation (1)

“Is that true? Still, it’s a matter of risking your life.”

“Oh, I see. I can only be grateful.”

“If it fails, I’ll set it at around 5 billion [Korean Won, roughly equivalent to several million USD]. I should at least give that much to make it worthwhile.”

“Don’t worry about my life. I’m wearing a special suit, so I can defend myself to some extent.”

“It’s time for your new technology to shine.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell the United States. It wasn’t developed for military purposes.”

“Understood.”

I could sell the technology if I could, but this wasn’t something that could be traded.

You can’t just sell black magic.

The helicopter arrived at the air force base in less than 20 minutes.

There, a fighter jet was waiting.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Are you coming too, Chief?”

“As the person in charge, I have to go.”

“You could die, you know.”

“Hahaha. How could I pass up such a golden opportunity? A man needs to take risks sometimes. I think now is the time.”

He’s an amazing old man.

He’s almost at retirement age, yet he’s not only working energetically but also risking his life.

Is the company really worth that much?

“Why are you going this far?”

“The company is like my child. I’m a founding member, after all.”

“What exactly does H Group gain from this?”

“A stable supply of oil. The situation in the Middle East is a bit unstable right now. Oil prices will skyrocket soon. Double? Maybe even more.”

“So, you’re saying they’ll supply oil at a low price no matter what.”

“That’s right. They’ll also help the United States to some extent in terms of raw material supply and business.”

“That’s quite valuable.”

“Hahaha. So, please take care of me.”

“Don’t worry.”

I was planning to protect the chief’s life if possible.

It’s unlikely, but if the chief died in Syria, it would also impact my business.

Weeeing!

Along with Lynn, also known as K, Ahn Seong-cheol and Lee Dae-geun were crossing the sea.

Several Do Dak Ga employees were on board with them.

They knew that the Do Dak Ga employees were not ordinary. Perhaps if they all went over, rescuing the president wouldn’t be difficult. At the very least, they would find his body.

I thought this request would be carried out successfully.

But one question kept lingering in my mind.

“Hyung [older brother or close male friend], what on earth was that earlier?”

“Hmm.”

“I just don’t understand.”

“Was there anything we could understand in the information about CEO Lee Yu-seong?”

“Not really, but still.”

“Knowing is dangerous. You know that much, right?”

“I’m just curious.”

Lee Dae-geun hesitantly approached Lynn.

Lee Dae-geun, known as the brain, was the type who couldn’t stand being curious.

Ahn Seong-cheol tried to stop him, but he realized it was already too late.

“Lynn.”

“What?”

The only person who can control Lynn is CEO Lee Yu-seong.

Knowing that fact, Lee Dae-geun was still asking Lynn questions, so his guts were more than ordinary.

“Was that science earlier?”

“You stupid bastard. Does that look like science to you?”

“Then what is it?”

“I’ll tell you if you sell your soul to me and become my slave.”

“S, slave?”

“I need some corpses these days anyway. You’ll become a ghost when you die, so I’ll call you then and tell you. How about it? Fair, right?”

“N, no, thank you.”

“Even if I tell you?”

“I’m sorry! I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything!”

“Tch. What a wimp. If you’re so curious, you can die and ask me then.”

“…….”

Lee Dae-geun was speechless at Lynn’s way of thinking.

It was natural for humans to value their lives. Except for a very few, no one wants to die.

Ahn Seong-cheol clicked his tongue and said.

“See? I told you you wouldn’t get anything out of it.”

It was a mistake to even talk to such a crazy woman in the first place.

The Syrian Civil War.

It started in 2011 with protests demanding the resignation of Syrian dictator Bashar al-Assad.

Graffiti demanding democracy was written on the school walls, and the government arrested and tortured those responsible. The students protested, demanding the release of those who wrote the graffiti, and the government fired on them, leading to nationwide protests demanding the resignation of the regime.

Thus began the pro-democracy protests.

The government ruthlessly suppressed the protesters every time, and it gradually turned into an armed struggle, with even biochemical weapons being deployed, leading to the worst tragedy.

The Syrian crisis became even more complicated due to religious conflicts, namely the sectarian conflict between Sunnis and Shiites.

Even though more than 70% of the population was Sunni, the Alawite sect, a branch of Shia Islam, held key positions, making the war between the two sides even more intense.

After several incidents, the United States supported the rebels, and Russia supported the government forces, leading to a proxy war. In 2017, a ceasefire agreement between the US and Russian presidents seemed to bring the situation to an end.

The rebels, advocating for democracy, put forward a president, and after several years of peace, it seemed that the situation was coming to an end, but then the second civil war broke out.

In the process, the Syrian capital, Damascus, was burned down, and the United States and Russia intervened again, making it difficult to predict the future situation.

“What a mess.”

In fact, Syria was a country that I didn’t pay much attention to until I came here.

I felt sorry for the people who were dying, but I thought it was separate from me. But after getting directly involved, I could see how messed up the Syrian civil war was.

“That’s right. It’s a mess.”

That was the answer from CIA Deputy Director Katherine.

As the United States stepped in, intelligence agents were inevitably mobilized.

The director couldn’t come in person, and Deputy Director Katherine was in charge of overseeing the information.

I got off the plane 10 minutes ago and was heading to the heart of Damascus by helicopter.

“Do you have a map? As the CIA, you should have a map of the presidential palace and the surrounding area. You probably have a map to the bunker too.”

“Yes, I do.”

Deputy Director Katherine readily handed over the map.

It also showed how the area around the presidential palace and the underground were structured.

“This is…”

“There’s an underground maze that’s been used since ancient times. If you pass through the underground maze, there’s a bunker that goes down even deeper… It looks like they were attacked while passing through the maze.”

“Did you say they were hit by a Tomahawk [cruise missile]?”

“Yes.”

“It seems difficult to be alive…”

“Still, the government forces are gaining power. If the president dies, democratization will be out of the question.”

Of course, that’s bullshit.

Democratization is one thing, but the United States intervened because it had something to gain.

They intervened because it was in the US’s national interest, not for humanitarian reasons. Does humanitarianism work in international relations?

There’s no Santa Claus like that now or ever.

“There are over 12 million refugees.”

“That’s why we have no choice but to intervene.”

The population before the outbreak of the civil war was 21 million.

But if there are over 12 million refugees, that means more than half of the population has become refugees.

How am I supposed to accept this?

I used to turn off the TV whenever there was a story about refugees, but now I feel the seriousness of it.

“Hoo. Anyway, all I have to do is go and find the president’s body, right?”

“A large number of cabinet ministers are underground. The structure is so complicated that we can’t do anything about it. We accepted H Group’s proposal with a desperate heart.”

So, they still don’t have any basis to trust me.

Of course, they didn’t just bring me here blindly.

“We watched the Yi Sun-shin Project [a historical naval project] carefully. We highly valued the technology that blocked the entire flow of the tide and pulled up the giant turtle ship without damage.”

“I see.”

“I think it’s something other than science, though.”

“……!”

I almost groaned.

It was the CIA, known as the most informative in the world.

I thought they could guess that it was something beyond science to some extent, but I didn’t think they would be sure of it.

“Did we get you?”

She’s a deputy director in her mid-40s.

If she became a deputy director at that age, she must be incredibly talented.

To make such a judgment based on just a few pieces of information. I realized that she was not someone to be taken lightly.

Anyway, I’ll be parting ways with the CIA after this is over.

But Katherine doesn’t seem to think so.

“We’re watching you too.”

“I haven’t committed a crime, have I?”

“You haven’t committed a crime. Still, you do have some mysterious abilities, right? Like superpowers or something?”

“Hahaha! Deputy Director. That’s too much.”

Han Cheol-soo covered for me.

Katherine smiled.

“Actually, I’m the only one who thinks so. But some agents agree that you have mysterious abilities. It might be a win-win relationship for us, so why don’t you just reveal it?”

“……I’ll pass. I don’t have any superpowers in the first place.”

“Ah, I see.”

Her expression wasn’t like that at all, but she was just saying it. She’s definitely not an easy person.

Does the Korean government think of me that way too?

I think I need to be more careful in the future.

The devastated presidential palace can be seen in the distance.

It was completely crushed by the Tomahawk. The Tomahawk itself was designed to neutralize the bunker, so I wonder if the government officials are still alive in such a mess.

Lynn is probably flying in her private jet right now.

I thought I would have to explore alone until she arrived with her employees(?).

The helicopter lands in front of the presidential palace.

The US military and government forces are controlling the area.

But they couldn’t enter inside recklessly. They didn’t know when it would collapse, and it was obvious that going down there would only increase the number of casualties.

Katherine reached out her hand and said.

“Good luck.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’ll be watching, so please tell me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Now it’s my stage.

In the United States, or rather, Katherine seems to be suspicious of me, but even if she is suspicious, there’s nothing I can do.

Maybe I can use that to squeeze more out of them.

The scene was surrounded by a long police line.

Syrian local police and soldiers, as well as some US troops, can be seen.

The US military was only active as a peacekeeping force. They were showing a proxy war with Russia, but they were refraining from direct combat.

It was a proxy war in name only, but in reality, it was no different from a war with Russia. Who would be the winner was not really relevant to me, and it was in my best interest to just do what I had to do here and get out.

The rebels won the first Syrian civil war. The leader of that rebel group is the current president, Ahid Rab Isis, who is trapped down there.

Ahid Rab Isis.

Born in 1969, he is quite young, and if he is alive while trapped underground, he seems to be able to hold out for a few days.

Deputy Director Katherine declared in front of him.

“I’ll give you two days.”