“Urgh… hah, haa!”
“Just a little longer, Director. You must not pass out here. Absolutely not. All right?”
At Lee Bunhong’s urging, Jang Ilhyun gave a strained nod. His body, soaked in blood and sweat, was growing colder by the moment.
“Director Jang’s condition looks very bad.”
“Yes… I wish we could move him to a hospital fast.”
He had already lost far too much blood.
The emergency potion they had only stopped the bleeding briefly; the effect was minimal. The bullet that pierced Jang Ilhyun’s thigh had been fired by a “Ranker,” after all.
‘I should never have reduced the security detail!’
A small judgment error, with a massive bill.
Jio had deployed, and they were heading by portal to move the real powers who’d been in a closed-door talk to the bunker in Cheong Wa Dae.
A sudden ambush.
The special security detachment and the presidential security office guarding them were wiped out in an instant, and in the chaos the surviving agents barely extracted the President and the…