Try Begging

Episode 151

'So you're looking for me? Now you're wasting money all over the country?'

It was a kind of mockery that he sat down in front of the flyers looking for me. I don't think the guy would know anyway.

Grace suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

The man didn't even call her by her name on the flyers looking for her.

'What are you going to do when your name is called?'

Grace tried to shake off her useless thoughts and instead thought of more useless thoughts.

I've never seen the phone number written at the bottom before. Is it a new phone number that was opened exclusively? Sometimes I feel the urge to call. I wonder who's answering. Is it a mansion? No way. That's ridiculous. Then the headquarters? No. Even if I can't tell the difference between public and private...

Then his gaze turned to the bounty written in large letters.

Oh my goodness, look at the amount. Do you want to find me that much?

Grace took a newspaper out of her bag and unfolded it. Then she looked straight at the 'perfect' man in the photo and furrowed her eyebrows.

Your insides are burning black right now, aren't they?

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Leon stared at his reflection in the window with raindrops streaming down his face with indifferent eyes.

The medals were added again. He shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away as the face that seemed to be smelt blood from the medals appeared before his eyes. It was a meaningless act to close his eyes and turn his head when it was an illusion that was stuck in his head.

"Ah, Major Winston."

Leon turned around at the sound of his name. Commander Davenport was entering the Commander's office.

"I've been waiting for you."

It was natural since he had called. Leon followed the commander into the office. The commander, who had been sitting behind the desk and offering him a seat, suddenly frowned.

"Hey, how did your hand end up like that?"

He asked after seeing the bandage wrapped around his right hand. Leon sat down on the chair in front of the desk without answering. As if his stiff expression was enough of an answer, the commander took out a dark caramel-colored cigar from his cigar box and offered it to him. Leon accepted it without hesitation.

"It must have been your first day at headquarters after the operation."

Only after the smoke that had obscured his vision began to clear did the commander speak again.

"How was it? Do you like your private office?"

Leon nodded halfheartedly, exhaling a long puff of white smoke.

"It's not bad."

Starting this year, Leon was no longer the head of the Western Command's Domestic Intelligence Division, but rather the commander of the 1st Special Mission Group.

In order to completely eradicate the Blanchard rebels, a special force with command and manpower beyond jurisdiction was needed. In response to this demand, the 1st Special Mission Group was created by the Army Headquarters with the approval of the King and Parliament as a counterinsurgency operation force.

Of course, it was Leon who made such a request. It would be easy to go around the country chasing women under the pretext of eliminating the remnants. Of all the high-ranking officials, only Commander Davenport would know that he had requested a special force purely for such a personal desire.