He's insane!

Agent K summed up a first impression of Jang Tae-san in one word.

Of all the nutjobs, this one was the grand champion.

He'd taken his stance in front of S-class hitmen holding killing tools, with nothing but his suit jacket.

Maybe he'd seen too many movies and thought he was the hero.

Oh, my head! Of all the final missions... dammit. I knew it was too easy!

K pressed a hand to a throbbing forehead.

Ever since the nutjob landed in Hong Kong, agents from several countries had been tailing him, the NIS included. They'd all gotten acquainted through a few incidents(?).

With the wedding of the century under way, Hong Kong was the scene of a fierce, hidden espionage war.

Lee Zhangchang, tied to a secret organization everyone had been watching.

Today his only daughter was marrying into a French noble family.

The French intelligence agents' interference was relentless.

The Chinese agents were prickly.

From Israel, Russia, America, Europe, Japan and more, every country's intelligence service had bloodshot eyes.

That was when a shocking piece of news reached K.

The protectee had shown up in the middle of the battlefield.

St. Margaret's Church was the jaws of the beast.

K had dropped the side gig as a guide and rushed to find the protectee.

There he was, coming out of the church and walking in the rain.

Throwing himself a proper rainy-day pity party in Hong Kong.

K tailed him as he wandered aimlessly, the suit he'd clearly dressed up in soaked through.

But when he turned into an alley, he was ambushed.

One look said this was a big operation.

Police were swarming the nearby main road.

And even so, Chinese agents had moved in openly.

That meant they had approval from above.

K's hand kept drifting to the silenced pistol tucked inside.

The orders: get the VIP home safe, no matter what.

F—! Because of you, I'm the one taking the road to the grave today!

K had used a gun before, but that was a while back.

A black agent, yes, but VIP…