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The funeral hall was now bursting with off-duty 606 members, counter-terrorism team agents, National Intelligence Service's front company staff, and overseas special forces soldiers. It was so crowded with soldiers who had heard about Kang Chul-Gyu and the DMZ team that there was barely any room to walk.
As the funeral home staff struggled to manage the crowd, Choi Jong-Il approached Kang Chan.
"We should use two more sections," he recommended.
"Go for it. Make sure there's enough food as well," Kang Chan ordered.
"Yes, sir."
Choi Jong-Il arranged to use the adjacent empty spaces, which provided a bit more room to sit. When the deceased’s uncle and aunt arrived from Jangseong with their children, the line of mourners stretched even longer. While Seok Kang-Ho quietly greeted the soldiers, the deceased’s uncle and aunt were simply grateful, not saying much else.
Kang Chan was about to get up when he caught Kang Chul-Gyu’s gaze, who seemed to have something to say. There was no need to draw attention. Hence, Kang Chan gestured to the door with a nod and stood up.
"I'm going to have a smoke," Kang Chan said, preventing the soldiers from following him.
Where the hell is that guy, though?
Glancing over, Kang Chan found Gérard talking with the interpreter, surrounded by soldiers listening intently. He decided to leave them be for now.
Upon climbing the stairs and stepping out to the entrance of the funeral hall, the darkness and the city lights seemingly rushed at him. He made sure to avoid disturbing the soldiers who were smoking. Not long after, Kang Chul-Gyu approached him.
He pointed to a coffee shop across the road. "Think we can get some coffee over...
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