The National Intelligence Service. Yun Taesik, head of the European field operations team, was back from Switzerland. He stared at the material on his monitor for a long time.

The list from St Moritz and everything they'd gathered at home since filled the screen.

Yun Taesik opened his notebook and slowly wrote down two names.

Ha Tae-ung. Kim Cheolsu.

"There's no connection."

Tock! Tock!

"There isn't…… So why do they keep getting tangled together?"

The tip of his pen stopped between the two names.

The three Room 214 operatives North Korea had sent into St Moritz were still missing.

What he'd since confirmed through a back channel on the Swiss side was stranger still.

According to one record, two men registered as North Korean tourists had died in a fall on a night climb.

Yun Taesik let out a hollow laugh at that.

"Room 214 Weapons, dying in a fall? Two of them?"

It made no sense. If they'd been sloppy enough to tumble off a mountain, they'd never have been sent all the way to Europe in the first place.

They'd run into someone. And that was how two of them had died.

Then what about the third? Yun Taesik's eyes went back to Kim Cheolsu's name.

"Kim Cheolsu…… who are you?"

Sliiide.

Just then, the automatic door to the office opened.

"Team Leader."

"What?"

"I dug into Ha Tae-ung again."

"Find anything?"

Seo Minho, the case officer on his team, set a file down on the desk.

"He's bigger than we thought."

Yun Taesik gave a short laugh.

"Isn't he the kid Haryun threw away?"

"I don't think we can see him as just that."

"Why not?"

"He holds the famous Atlas Express black card. The top tier."

Yun Taesik's hand froze mid-motion.

As a National Intelligence Service man, he knew better than most what an Atlas card was worth.

"What?"

"And the domestic investments we can confirm alone come to nearly ten trillion won."

"Ten trillion?"

"Yes."

"Did he get it from Haryun?"

"No."

"Then?"

"He earned almost all of it himself."

"……Insane."

Yun Taesik leaned back…