NIS Agent Reincarnated as a Genius Actor - Chapter 239

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Episode 239. Amigo

Starting from the morning local schedule, Yeon-woo moved with Dong-ha to a large shopping mall complex in São Paulo.

 

“Yeon-woo hyung. I’m a bit nervous.”

“Hm? You performed at such a huge World Cup Stadium, so why are you nervous about this?”

“I’ve never been to an event at a place like a shopping mall before.”

 

Kim Min-su, who was listening to their conversation, chimed in from the side.

 

“I was also puzzled when I first heard the schedule briefing, but apparently in Brazil they usually hold showcases and such at large shopping malls.”

 

Hearing Kim Min-su’s explanation, Yeon-woo nodded.

Not just South America, but Europe often did this too.

 

Since the purpose is promotion, it makes sense to hold it where the most people gather.

 

Rather, Korea is the unusual case. If such an event were held domestically, it would be conducted at a flagship store with only a small number of invited IT YouTubers and interested general public, but that’s only possible because Korea has an established early adopter culture.

 

After all, the physical number of visitors isn’t what matters, but rather the quality of reviews that will spread through YouTube or user forums.

 

However, if they conducted events that way in South America, where there isn’t much interest in SL Electronics’ new product launches, the promotional effect would be extremely minimal.

 

 

Meanwhile, at the time when Yeon-woo and Dong-ha were moving to the event venue.

 

Santos and his gang, who had gotten involved in trouble the night before by forcibly stealing a bag from an unidentified Chinese-American, were meeting with a man.

 

Santos, who firmly believed that the mysterious green circuit board made by Han Hae-woon from assembled ECUs of scrapped cars in Korea was a missile component, had barely managed to arrange a meeting with a middle manager of an illegal arms dealer through his great uncle who mainly dealt in human trafficking.

 

“Hmm, so where did you get this?”

“I smuggled it from a reliable broker.”

 

Santos lied because he thought if he said it was stolen goods from a bag they had snatched while running around like thugs, the man would see him as a nobody.

 

The man looked back and forth between Santos and the green circuit board, then ordered his subordinate behind him.

 

“Bring the Professor.”

“Yes.”

 

After a short while, the door opened and a thin man wearing glasses entered.

 

“Ah, Professor. This guy, I mean this friend says this is something smuggled from the US Air Force…”

“Hmm, I’ll know once I examine it.”

 

The man called Professor sat across from them, connected several wires to the green circuit board, and plugged them into the laptop and professional equipment he had brought.

 

Whirrrr─.

 

Immediately, the sound of electricity flowing and the device starting up could be heard.

 

It seemed to run for a moment, but then white smoke began rising from the connection between the circuit board and wires, followed by sparks flying.

 

Bzzzzt─.

 

The moment electricity was connected, two programs embedded in the circuit board activated.

 

One was a protection program.

As Han Hae-woon had preset, a powerful resistance value took effect and electricity began flowing outside the route it was supposed to follow.

This caused a short circuit throughout the entire circuit due to power overload, damaging the board.

 

And simultaneously, the other program that activated while consuming all that electricity was a GPS program.

 

If the previous letter carried the scent of Minsk, Belarus, then this green circuit board was Made in Korea with the scent of the America Air Force.

 

Just before the circuit board met its fate, the final GPS signal it sent out with all its remaining power transmitted coordinates to Han Hae-woon’s monitor.

 

After confirming the coordinates, Han Hae-woon commanded the agents.

 

– I’ve confirmed the location of their base. Now we can finally make a deal. All agents move swiftly and quietly to those coordinates.

– Roger.

 

Meanwhile, Santos, who had no idea what he had delivered, widened his eyes.

 

When Santos thought the man had destroyed what he believed could possibly change his life – the missile component – he momentarily forgot that the person in front of him was a member of a terrifying organization and raised his voice.

 

“Hey, what the hell did you just do to my stuff?!”

 

However, the Professor who had connected wires to the circuit board was equally flustered.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, just connected power, and suddenly sparks flew.

 

The Professor immediately picked up the circuit board to examine it closely, trying to argue that it wasn’t his mistake.

 

“I definitely connected it at the proper voltage written here…”

 

After examining it for a while, the Professor’s head tilted to the side.

 

“…But wait, I didn’t notice at first because several of these are connected in parallel, but looking at the markings hidden by the joints, this is a car part?”

“…What? A car part?”

 

The arms dealer executive, who had been watching with his arms crossed, turned his head to look at Santos after hearing the Professor’s words.

 

Santos’s face showed numerous expressions.

Bewilderment, anxiety, anger.

 

“Oh ho, looking at this bastard’s expression, I can tell exactly what kind of scheme he was trying to pull. You dare play games with us? Did we look like fools to you?”

“What? No, what do you mean…”

“You made such a crude fake and brought it here, thinking that if we damaged it, you could claim compensation and I’d give you some pocket change? Did you think I wouldn’t know that you’re just a vagrant causing trouble in Cracolândia?”

 

As the executive grinned menacingly, the men in black suits standing behind Santos grabbed both his shoulders to prevent him from escaping.

 

“No, that, that’s not it! This is actually about some American bastard last night···.”

“Well, let’s hear your story slowly. You’ll find out when a day changed from 24 hours to 240 hours. You’ll probably feel that today’s time flows the slowest in your entire life.”

 

***

 

That afternoon, after finishing his schedule and returning to the hotel, Yeon-woo locked the door while simultaneously opening the communication line.

 

“Hae-woon. Did you identify the location?”

– Ah, yes. We’ve identified it, but we haven’t figured out who the leader of the guys we’re trying to deal with is yet. Whoever it is seems to be very cautious.

 

However, since they had to return home tomorrow, today was the only time available for the deal.

They needed to proceed with the transaction before nightfall.

 

They could extend the Brazil schedule if they wanted to, but there was no proper justification, and they couldn’t delay any longer since they had to return to Korea to film movies and dramas.

 

“For now, even if we don’t know who they are, we know their location, so we can attempt the deal.”

– Yes. All agents are standing by near the target area. Shall we proceed as planned?

“Proceed.”

 

Lee Kyu-jin and Park Jung-hyeon, who received the order, headed toward their base.

Since they would definitely conduct body searches, all cameras and listening devices on the agents’ bodies were removed.

 

Now the only eyes that could watch the two agents were Kim Su-hyeok, who was conducting surveillance with a scope from a distance.

 

‘Hmm, actually, it won’t be dangerous. At worst, they’ll just refuse to deal with us because they’re not sure of our identity.’

 

There are two things people misunderstand about illegal arms dealers.

 

The first is thinking they would be dangerous and rough.

 

Whether they’re illegal arms dealers or yogurt salespeople, they’re all in the service industry.

If they’ve decided not to deal because the identity of those who came to trade isn’t clear, threatening with guns or ‘eliminating’ them and burying them somewhere like in movies is nonsense.

 

‘In the first place, deciding not to deal means they’re being cautious about getting caught for illegal activities through trading with the other party, so committing serious crimes like kidnapping or murder doesn’t make sense.’

 

And the second point is that they value trust tremendously.

 

Business is business.

They value trust more in the shadows than in the light.

In underground transactions where neither buyers nor sellers can receive legal protection, there’s nothing to rely on except trust and reputation.

 

‘A black market dealer of this scale would never backstab after a deal is made.’

 

The screen transmitted by Kim Su-hyeok showed Lee Kyu-jin and Park Jung-hyeon exchanging words with organization members at the building entrance before going inside.

 

– I’ll move to a position where I can observe as much of the interior as possible.

 

The first thing Kim Su-hyeok did when he arrived in São Paulo on the first day was to find optimal sniping points at every suspicious location.

 

In this urban area, sniping points meant positions where you could see inside best through windows.

 

While Kim Su-hyeok was moving, a call from Lee Kyu-jin who had gone inside was connected to the communication channel.

 

– I told them at the entrance that we came for a ‘big deal,’ and immediately made contact with the person in charge. I’m not sure if this guy is the boss. It’s a face that wasn’t on the list we studied.

 

The agents had memorized the faces and names of various arms dealers active in South America before going to make the deal.

 

However, since they said it was an unknown face, it was likely either not one of the expected individuals, or a representative rather than the arms dealer himself.

 

Yeon-woo nodded at Lee Kyu-jin’s words and said to Han Hae-woon.

 

“Connect me.”

– Understood.

 

Han Hae-woon connected Lee Kyu-jin’s smartphone that had entered the communication channel to Yeon-woo.

 

“This is Omega. I’ll handle the deal directly.”

– Ah, yes. Understood. Then I’ll hand the phone to the person in charge.

 

Lee Kyu-jin handed the smartphone he was holding to the arms dealer’s representative.

 

Then English with a strong South American accent came through the receiver.

 

– I let them in because they said they wanted to make a big deal, but I still don’t understand what this is about.

 

In case it was a trap, he seemed to be playing dumb to have an escape route.

 

“Hmm, I don’t really like beating around the bush when conducting business. Let’s be straightforward. Amigo.”

– Amigo? Isn’t it too early for us to be friends? Mister. I think you’re from Korea. North Korea? Or South Korea?

 

Hearing the other party call him ‘Mister’ instead of ‘Amigo’ and drawing a line, Yeon-woo’s eyes moved busily.

 

Kim Su-hyeok’s electronic scope, scanning various windows of the building in real-time, was displayed on the screen.

 

Yeon-woo’s eyes were busily tracking traces, but his mouth was feigning composure.

 

“Does money have borders? Whether I’m from the south or north depends on what you do.”

– Oh, that’s right. Mister. I was just curious.

 

At the same time as the other party’s words, Yeon-woo’s gaze fixed on one part of the screen.

 

He quickly sent a message to Han Hae-woon through the communication channel.

 

[Building 4th floor second window zoom in. Arm tattoo of the big guy guarding the hallway. PMC active in Eastern Europe. Interpol search.]

 

Seeing the message Yeon-woo sent, Han Hae-woon quickly gave orders and the electronic scope displayed on screen zoomed in.

 

And the arms dealer’s voice came through the receiver again.

 

– You’re a guest with many secrets. I think you’re from South Korea. It’s a bit confusing since guests from a country that had no dealings for years suddenly showed up. Hmm, are there other forces trying to deal besides the ‘Gyesik’?

 

Hearing the voice of the guy who was subtly probing as if talking to himself, Yeon-woo began thinking at rapid speed.

 

Gye-sik. Kim Gye-sik. Baeksol’s Kim Gye-sik.

 

‘These guys have done business with Baeksol before. And since they said it’s been quiet for several years, the deals probably stopped. The weapons that Baeksol needs to use have to be procured illegally anyway, even if not from these guys, so it’s right to assume their supplier changed.’

 

Though his thoughts were long, only an instant had passed.

Yeon-woo answered immediately as soon as the other person finished speaking.

 

“Kim Gye-sik is no longer in charge of Latin America. From now on, you can talk to me.”

– Oh ho, so you are indeed those people? You should have said so earlier. Mister.

 

Along with the guy’s words, a message also flew to Han Hae-woon through secure communication.

 

[Found him in Interpol’s database. The arms dealer currently doing business is ‘Urbano Silva’.]

 

Found him.

 

“Now I’d like to stop the pointless probing and get down to business? As you know, we don’t spare money. And I have more people to deal with than expected, so my schedule is pretty tight. If you miss this opportunity, I’ll have to go to the next shop, what else can I do. I’m not a pushover like Kim Gye-sik. Are you Urbano Silva? Or are you his agent?”

 

Indeed, his name must have been the keyword.

Only then did the other party seem to lower his guard, as a hearty laugh came through along with his voice.

 

– Whoa whoa. Sorry for keeping such a busy person waiting. You prefer to get straight to business? I like that approach too. Amigo.

 

For the first time, the other party called Yeon-woo “Amigo” instead of “Mister”.

 

Having confirmed his identity, the signal to finally do business had come out.

 

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