Jong-seok bought various kinds of cars at a Korean store. Upon arrival at the transport ship, the cars were laid on the table.

There were many kinds.

Jong-seok, who laid out more than ten kinds of tea, such as green tea, burdock tea, and corn silk tea, tore them apart and smelled the contents.

'It's all right.

The cars were not top-class but above medium-grade. Jong-seok, who nodded at the good quality of the product compared to the instant noodles, came out of the kitchen when he put them in.

"What are you doing?”

"I'd like to give tea to Americans for dessert.”

"I'm going out to green tea."

"I'd rather serve cars that fit people's constitution.”

"A car that fits your constitution?"

"Although green tea is popular, some people don't like it. For pregnant women, it can be bad for the fetus. So it wouldn't be good to have a car that fits your constitution. It's good for your health."

And you have to have a vein to check your constitution, so you can see several cases.

"That's a good idea. But... you have to have a vein, right?”

"Yes."

"People in the United States hate touching their bodies."

"That's what I know. I'll ask first, and I'll give you a car after I'm done."

Jong-seok arranged the cars and handed out boxes of them to the staff.

I already know the nature of the staff, so I gave them the right tea.

And from that evening, Jong-seok offered tea to guests who had finished their meal in formal attire.

"Did you like your meal?"

The old couple smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"It tastes better than the food I had in Korea."

Jong-seok opened his mouth as if he had been to Korea before, seeing an elderly couple talking about Korean food.

"Thank you. We have dessert. How about Korean tea?"

"I'll do that. What kind of car do you have?"

"If you drink tea according to your body type, it becomes medicine. May I take a look at your constitution for a moment and recommend you a car for it?"

"The constitution? You mean the vein.”

"Yes."

"Then do it."

Jong-seok slightly extended his hand to the grandmother's words with curious eyes.

"I'll grab your wrist for a moment. Would that be all right?

At Jong-seok's words, the grandmother nodded and extended her wrist.

Jong-seok felt his pulse. Then, after a while, when he reached out his hand at his grandfather, he also reached out his hand.

Jong-seok, who was holding his pulse for a while, looked at his grandmother and said,

"I think it'll be an owl for Lady."

"Ung tea?"

"It's a car that cleans your intestines and makes you feel better. If you drink like water, it will make you feel better."

"I haven't been feeling well lately. How can I do that?”

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to the startled grandmother, told her a few more things about the efficacy of the owl tea, and this time he looked at his grandfather.

"You have diabetes."

At Jong-seok's words, grandfather looked at him in surprise this time.

"How do you do that?”

"I knew it through Mac."

"Ho-oh! You mean you know it just by grabbing it by the wrist?"

Seeing his grandfather looking at his wrist with surprised eyes, Jong-seok recommended the car.

"I recommend pig potato tea."

"Pig potato tea? You mean a pig?"

Jong-seok shook his head and explained about the tea to his grandfather, who wondered if he was making tea out of pork.

When his grandfather saw him with curious eyes, Jong-seok soon brought two cups of tea down.

"Table 13 Lee."

When Michael came up to Jong-seok, who was turning away from the car, and told him another table ordering dessert, Jong-seok went there.

There were young men and women. As he tried to recommend a car with his head down, the man suddenly asked, looking at Jong-seok.

"Isn't it the Master of Kung Fu at LA Airport?"

"What?"

When asked by Jong-seok, the man showed a video of the LA airport on his cell phone.

"Ah..."

The man laughed at Jong-seok's reaction.

"That's right."

Then the man rose from his seat and reached out his hand politely.

"Thank you."

At the man's words, Jong-seok looked at the man's words.

"I just did what I had to do."

"It's not easy to do what you have to do in that situation."

The man who was looking at Jong-seok smiled and sat down. When Jong-seok talked about his car, the man nodded and reached out his hand.

"Please."

Jong-seok began to feel the pulse of the man. And Jong-seok's face hardened slightly.

"Huh?"

The man tilted his head at the sight of Jong-seok looking at him with curious eyes.

"What's wrong?"

At the man's words, Jong-seok looked at him for a while and said,

"By any chance... can you touch that chest?"

"The chest?"

"It's... it's got a strange pulse in its chest. I've never seen a pulse like this."

"What if it's a strange pulse?”

"Something seems to be stuck... I'm having a weird heart-side blood flow."

The man looked at Jong-seok with admiring eyes.

"Did you say heart?"

"Yes. I don't think there's a problem with your heart..."

The man's heart was strong. However, there is only something strange about the blood movement.

At Jong-seok's words, the woman looked at the man with worried eyes.

"Tom?"

Tom, the man, nodded as he looked at Jong-seok.

"I was shot in the heart during the dispatch."

"A gun to the heart?"

"Fortunately, the surgery went well, but the bullet is so close to the heart that it remains untouched."

At Tom's words Jong-seok nodded as he looked at him with a young eye.

"That's why.”

"But that's great. I can't believe I found a bullet in my chest by grabbing my wrist.”

The admiring sight of Tom made Jong-seok look worried.

"You must be uncomfortable with the bullet in it."

"It's not that uncomfortable now because it's part of the body."

At Tom's words, Jong-seok looked at him, then held his hand again, and seriously had a tachycardia and opened his mouth.

"Even if it's part of your body, it's not your body."

"I can't help it. If you try to take it off, your heart can break.”

Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, opened his mouth.

"I think I'll have to take it off."

"If it could be removed, doctors would have removed it."

"It's possible with bedding and surgical treatment at the same time."

Tom looked at Jong-seok with surprised eyes.

"Is that true?"

"The reason I couldn't get rid of the bullet is because it's too close to the heart, or it's almost stuck. So if you let the bullet fall from your heart, you can remove it."

"My doctors didn't say that..."

"There are very few bedclothes available for this treatment."

Not very few, but one person, only one Jong-seok. I'm going to push the bullet out of my heart with my balls.

"Then can you do it?"

"Yes."

Tom, who had not spoken for a while at Jong-seok's words, opened his mouth.

"Can you do that, then?"

"I can, but not in America."

"Why?"

"I don't have a U.S. license yet, and I have to do American medical work to do that, but it's not your visa. I'm going to Korea after getting my California license next week. I think you should treat it in Korea."

"There are bedclothes in the United States, so can't they?"

"I think I can't."

Tom nodded at Jong-seok's remark after a while.

"Then can you treat me once I get my U.S. license a week later and the visa issue is resolved?"

"I can, but I heard it's difficult to change my visa."

"I'll take care of that. Today's meal was delicious."

Tom rose from his seat, shook hands with Jong-seok, and took out his business card.

When Jong-seok got it, Tom left the store with a woman.

Such Tom and the woman who was leaving the store looked at him and said,

"Don't you expect too much from someone you don't know?"

Tom looked at her and opened his mouth at the woman said.

"I don't know who it is, but I know who it is."

"What kind of person is he?”

At the woman's question, Tom turned round the transport boat.

"Someone who can stand before a gun for others."

At Tom's words the woman nodded as she looked at him.

***

Two days before taking the license test, Tom came to Jong-seok.

Asked if he could see his doctor, Jong-seok followed him out of the store.

Tom, who left the car, said, looking at Jong-seok.

"It turns out the exam is the day after tomorrow, and I'm not sure if I asked you too rudely."

"If it's a failing test, studying one more day won't make it.”

"Thank you for thinking so."

At Tom's words, Jong-seok nodded and opened his mouth.

"Which hospital are you going to?”

"It's not a hospital. He's my doctor."

"Company?"

Tom's business card just had his name and phone number on it.

He didn't know what he was doing.

It's just...

Except it's an unusual name.

Castle Black... That's unusual.'

I just thought of that.

"I told my doctor Lee, and he told me that the chances of success are extremely low. Getting a heart transplant is more likely to survive."

"It's not an easy treatment."

"So I'd like you to talk to your doctor."

"Okay."

And Tom, who ran some downtown, pulled over in front of a building.

In front of the building was a wooden ornament made of black metal, and underneath it was the name Black Wood.

"We're here."

When Jong-seok got out of the car, Tom took him into the building.

There were many people coming and going in the building. But what's unusual is... Most of them were strong men.

'Are they security guards? But why are there so many guards?’

Jong-seok, who was thinking that way, looked at Tom.

"Where are we?"

"It's my company."

"Company? Didn't you say you were going to see a doctor?”

Tom nodded at the question of Jong-seok.

"He's a doctor who works for my company."

"I see. But... If it's my company, it's the CEO here?"

"Blackwood, mercenary company."

"Soldiers? Mercenaries?"

Tom laughed at Jong-seok's strange view and pressed the elevator button and said,

"This is where we spread the force where it is needed. From bodyguards to battlefield special missions, you can think of it as a place of military expertise."

"There's a real place like this."

I saw people in the lobby while looking around with surprised eyes that he was in a place like that I only saw in the movie.

"They're mercenaries, aren't they?"

"These are our employees."

As the elevator stood, Jong-seok and Tom got in it.

Then Tom, who was going up the elevator, opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but I did some research on Lee."

"About me?"

"It was hard to believe that someone I've never seen before told me how to treat my life. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"I understand. So, did I find it reliable?”

Tom smiled at Jong-seok's question and looked at him.

"As far as I know... At least you could leave my back.”

"Thank you for watching."

Tom nodded as he looked at Jong-seok. Although he is now CEO, Tom is a former soldier.

The meaning of leaving one's back to a soldier was beyond belief that one could share one's life.

The sight of the stalactites from the same floor with Tom was astounded. The floor where I got off the elevator was a playground.

You may wonder what kind of playground there is in the building, but it was literally a playground.

On one side there was a track going around the floor, with mats all over the floor.

There was a ring and a sandbag on one side. And what was more surprising was the countless number of people who were sweating and exercising.

"That's great.

As Tom stepped inside, Jong-seok said,

"Interns."

"Intern?"

"Our company serves our best soldiers to our customers. Interns are tested for physical strength, shooting, and viability for a set period of time."

"I think they're amazing. You're an intern."

Tom said when Jong-seok was surprised that the people who all looked sharp and strong were interns.

"They're all former soldiers from special forces such as Special Force and Green Bere, although they're interns. Basic fighting power is enough wherever it is put. But we only pick the best of the best."

Tom's words drew a middle-aged black man in shorts who looked like swimsuits as Jong-seok was watching soldiers sweating and training.

Argh! Argh!

A middle-aged man approached Jong-seok, spouting hot steam from his naked upper body.

"Mr. Lee?"

Jong-seok saw him in the middle-aged man's words. The body of a black man was as if it had come out of a cartoon.

There were gunshot wounds and cuts all over the body. It's like drawing a picture with bullet wounds and stab wounds.

Are you a training assistant?’

Tom pointed to a black man when Jong-seok thought of it.

"This is Joseph, my doctor."

At Tom's words Jong-seok looked at the black man with surprised eyes.

'Is he a doctor?'

When Jong-seok saw it with surprised eyes, the black man smiled and reached out his hand.

"Hi, Joseph. Nice to meet you."

When Joseph said, Jong-seok took his hand.

"Different species..."

Jong-seok's face hardened as he was talking. Then Joseph's body turned around and held Jong-seok's neck with his feet, and was about to strangle him.

At Joseph's feet approaching his neck, Jong-seok hurriedly moved.

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