September 11, 2001
Gamagogi watched the plane crash into the twin towers on the television. He turned off the television and confronted the man in front of him. "… Comrade Li Young-hyuk, all of our heroes in the United States are on the purge list for this incident. It's only a matter of time before Japan is affected. What does the leadership say?" The man, named Li Young-hyuk, looked at the dark screen of the television and turned to Gamagogi. "...Do you know how much damage our revolutionary fighters have suffered from this? The leadership is struggling with the Patriot Act in the United States. Your plan to give the United States a blow has already gone straight to hell. The leadership wants you to take responsibility."
Gamagogi patted his chin. "… I got a notification from the Japanese cabinet investigation office. The microbiology lab at Hiroshima University, where I was working, will fire me for security reasons. If that happens, my plan will go nowhere." Lee Young-hyuk nodded in agreement. "… The leadership wants you to come back with the microbiological samples that you have been cultivating. Japan is the perfect place to study microbiology, but there's nothing we can do about it. First, go back to your country and continue your research. The recruitment of the children is a secondary problem," Gamagogi nodded. "…you're right. But… we found a new study sample this time. Seeing the sociopathic temperament, it certainly seemed to suit our purpose."
Lee Young-hyuk looked like he was fed up with him. "…Are you going to do that experiment again? You're crazy in so many ways. You have to finish this microbial experiment first. The leadership doesn't want to fund all of your crazy plans. One is enough." Gamagogi nodded. "… you're right. First of all…let us focus on giving America a blow." Gamagogi picked up the car keys. "I'll go to Joseon school and get the kid. You'll wait here, Lee Young-hyuk."
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Gamamusa quietly pulled the wallet out of Goyeun's handbag. He held up her business card from the wallet. On the business card was her title. The buisness card read, "Temporary Professor at Hiroshima University." Gamamusa patted his chin. "…There's still a lot of work left. She work at Hiroshima University, but she's not in the ranks of getting advanced information from the microbiology lab." Gamamusa glanced at Goyeun and turned her down on the bed. He went to the kitchen, got a work box and a ringel, and stuck the ringel in her forearm.
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"The anesthesia should have been done properly. It's a little too early, but I guess I'll have to start the surgery now." Gamamusa opened the work box and took out various surgical parts. He took out the scalpel and brought it to Goyeun's spine that connects her neck and head. Right before that, he felt a phone ring in his pocket and put the scalpel down for a while. He looked at the phone screen for a moment, and looked dumbfounded. "…I told you not to call this line. Are you deaf?" Gamamusa answered the phone nervously. "I'm sorry. I tried not to call this line. I couldn't help it. I just thought that it is safer to call Nagato Soren, a civilian whom I never knew, instead of a spy from north korea." Jang Cheol-dae teased him. Gamamusa took off his glasses and fake beard. "…Don't screw around. Anyone but you. If you have to say anything, change it to a secret line, now."
Jang hung up the phone and looked toward Go Ah-young, who was sitting next to the table. Go Ah-young took out the phone she had and called Nagato Soren's number. "...Hey, Kwon Jeong-pil. You were going to give my sister the surgery, right? Don't do it, I'm going to kill you." Gamamusa ignored Go Ah-young and hung up the phone. She turned back to the two men. "He hung up." The two men looked at each other and turned their heads to Ah-young. "Oh well, that's what you get from a sociopath when you prank." Ah-young shrugged "Who else would support him from behind? He's lucky he have us. By the way, where's our fourth member?"
Jang Cheol-dae's face got grim. He paused for a moment, and got up from his seat. "… Follow me. I'll show you guys." Go Ah-young and Lee Yeol-gi gulped in the grim face of Jang. They followed Jang out of the living room. After walking along a dark hallway for a while, he stopped in front of a bedroom, took a breath, and opened the door. There was a bed in the room, and a man was lying down. His arm had various ringgels, and his head had several wires connected to a computer body. "I introduce you to my son. He's name is Jang Cheol-jin."
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Young Kwon Jeong-pil looked up at Gamagogi. Gamagogi held his hand and made eye contact with him. "… I'm sorry, Jeong-pil. I can't keep the promise that I will show my house to you." Jeong-pil got grim on the face. The children at the orphanage around him thought he deserved it. "..Why? Did I upset you?" Gamagogi shook its head. "…That's not it. I'm going back to the university in Pyongyang, so I don't think I can show you the Japanese house I promised." Kwon's eyes widened at the words. "Would you like to go back to my country with me?"
