Mention of violence ahead:

"What do you mean, Namjoon?"

"It will sound weird, but it's... "

"Explain yourself." Arya's voice became sharp.

"Seokjin hyung and you were partners. Don't you have questions why all these years he never once searched for you?" Namjoon scoffed.

Arya didn't answer.

"It's because he witnessed you die."

"I don't understand. I died...um...one year ago. My plane..."

"Not that." Namjoon interrupted Arya in a mid-way.
"You were dead in everyone's eyes long before that."

"Namjoon..."

"Hear me out, Sunbae." Namjoon sighed, "It was almost seven years ago. Both You and Seokjin hyung were sent on a mission together in China. Unfortunately, you both got caught in MSS's hand. For the diplomatic relationship between the two countries, Korea did what they do. They denied both of your existence and you were left on your own. I can't tell you what happened next cause Seokjin hyung never talks about it,
I know bits and pieces because I read the report he gave after he came back."

"What happened?"

"We don't know actually. MSS tortured you both for information. I don't know exactly when, but they tortured you to death in front of him."

"That's it?" Arya was quiet.

"That's not it. Seokjin hyung managed to free himself, he killed many MSS agents, though it was normal and smart to leave you behind cause he was badly injured but he chose to be stupid and stubborn. He carried your dead body for almost twenty miles in hilly tracks, and finally met Hoseok and Yoongi hyung who volunteered to go and save you. They brought both of you back. He was sent to hospital, went through three emergency surgeries. Meanwhile, the doctor declared you dead. And we arranged a funeral for you. And from then? Well, he never mentioned you ever again."

Arya instantly remembered what Soojin said to her, "I don't care if I had seen you get buried six feet under."

It all made sense now. Clear like daylight. To all of them, she was dead, they even attended her funeral. Jin never searched for her, cause who would search for a dead person?"

"So, though I wasn't dead, I was declared dead and then had a fake funeral. And after that day, I just went undercover and never returned?"

Namjoon just shrugged.

"So, sunbae." Namjoon smiled a little, "your question about how Seokjin hyung knew you were dead? Well, he was the front row audience to be precise."

"I..."

"And how do you expect him to answer your questions about yourself? Sunbae, do you understand how cruel your questions were for him?"

"Namjoon..."

"I know sunbae that it's not your fault to want to know. But think about it, You were the only partner he ever got and he lost you. He never let anyone know, but we know how much he blamed himself for not being able to save you. He carried this mountain of guilts all these years. You were the only person he couldn't save. How easily he could answer your question you think sunbae? You just reminded him of the darkest time of his life."

"What did I do all these years, Namjoon?" Arya sighed, "these past seven years?"

"I am not allowed to tell you." Namjoon said quietly, "Agency secrets."

"I was sent to North Korea three years ago. So before that, I disappeared for four years." Arya calculated, "four years is a long time, Namjoon."

"I agree." Namjoon shook his head understandingly. "You served your country well."

"So I was certified dead for the past seven years while I was working for the agency undercover?" Arya sighed, "All of you are cruel you know?"

Namjoon lowered his head.

"At least you should have told Jin. You should not have let him suffer in guilt. What kind of friend are you, Namjoon?"

"I came to this position just a few years ago. All happened due to people in positions back then, sunbae. As I said, I would not have let these happen if I was there, or if I had power."

Ceaser's Palace, Las Vegas.

With the light stroke of the cue, the white ball created a flawless semi-circle on the table and along its course, it stroked three balls that fell into the pockets. In the second stroke, the white ball jumped up a little creating friction with the ferrule on the green blaze and stroked down another two balls into the pocket.

"Owww!" People around Jin exclaimed. Part of them in frustration and part of them in praise.

Jin offered the pole to his opponent who placed two bundles of banknotes in front of him. It was a one-on-one open challenge with cash.

It has been three weeks since Jin has been here in Vegas. And it has been equal time he has been going in the billiard room. He has been losing a ton of money in poker almost every day, enough to catch the eyes of others. But he almost made up for every penny in the billiard room.

The words have already traveled that an eastern tycoon has landed on the vegas who is spending money like treats. He has been swarmed with people all the time since then.
But it has also been spread that he isn't interested in anything except the billiard.

What was he doing?
Nothing. He was waiting. The first arms dealer, Nicholas D. Perrera, was a freak in billiard. Jin just let others spread the word that a billiard prodigy has landed in the game.
If Perrera is as good as they say, he'd come to meet him.

This nerve game between the four countries has turned to a darker side suddenly. Jin remembered the cheif shoving a paper in his hand before he left the country,

"During the defense conference, to convince the team, US force presented us this list of weapons claiming these were the arsenal list of North Korea. So, we should grant them the authority of six bases so that they can help us tackle if North Korea plans to attack suddenly."

Jin scanned through the list they provided and his eyes stuck in one name on the list.

"You have noticed it too, right?" The cheif asked him, "I noticed it too. Pity for them, The US force doesn't know we have these exact documents in our hands. And we have the more genuine one about their arsenal and possession of weapons."

Jin was a little bit alert. These documents were the same as the one he and Arya went to retrieve. MOSSAD had their hands on these documents from that general of North Korea by bribing him loads of money. But, what the authentic documents didn't have on the list but the US documents had was a list of ICBM.
Intercontinental ballistic missile.

The US documents said that North Korea possessed The newest prototype ICBM, UGM 133, Trident lll.

Type Two Trident was the newest member of the ICBM in the non-nuclear bomb category.
They are not nuclear bombs, but can easily destroy Seoul in one launch. But the fearsome one was, if they equip the warhead with a thermonuclear nuke, they can destroy the whole of South Korea in two to three strikes. That is how much nuclear weapons have advanced since Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

But in the authentic documents, there were no names of the Trident in the list. The whole world knows about the ICBM power of North Korea. It's no secret. So why do the US documents say they have a Trident in their hands while they have more powerful weapons in their hand?

Jin believed in the documents they retrieved. So of course, North Korea having a Trident was a bluff. A bluff the US made. But why? Do the US want South Korea to believe that North Korea had a Trident? What was their gain in it?

Jin shook the thoughts out of his head.

"Not everyone knows these tricks." A deep voice spoke behind Jin.

Jin looked back.

The stranger was tall. Dressed in an expensive Armani suit. His brown mullet had strokes of grey in them, expressing the experience in the age category. His posture was exuding arrogance. He seemed to be very much accustomed to giving orders and seeing people obeying the words around him. He was holding a glass of champagne mildly as if he was not aware of its presence. He had something in him, a personality, quite a fearful one.

"Mr. Perrera?" Jin asked casually. "If I am not wrong?"

"Hiroto Watanabe." His voice was deep, "you came here almost a week ago. Thought you were useless as you were spending your money like water. But seems like you are making up all the losses in the billiard table."

"You are quite resourceful on the information side I see." Jin scratched his ferrule on the tip of the cue with chalk.

"I appreciate people with talent." The man smiled a little, "you are quite good in billiard."

"Thank you." Jin nodded a little and concentrated on the cue.

"Rumors are spreading fast. Heard you are interested in some sort of exchange."
His voice was hinting a definite cue of words.

Jin himself spread the rumors that he was willing to spend a huge amount of money in the arms field, willing to rule the weapons market and the narcotics market of Japan.

"You heard right. And I know you are a big fish in the game." Jin was straightforward.

"How do you know may I know?"

"I have my way, Mr. Perrera. Don't tell me you are not thinking I am going to expand my reign without any resource of knowledge or some sort of experience, do you?"

"Fair enough." Perrera nodded, "we can sit somewhere if you like. Champaign? "

"A Martini, please. Make it nonalcoholic." Jin looked at the waitress refusing the glass Perrera offered.

"It's Vegas and you refuse alcohol, mate?"

"Trying to go abstinent," Jin answered and put down the cue on the table,
"Excuse me, Mr. Perrera. I have to go for now. Hope we can sit real soon."

"Sure." Perrera just nodded, his eyes had that scrutinizing look in them, trying to measure Jin.

Jin put the bundles of money in his pocket and nodded a little towards him and shook his hand. Perrera had a tight grip. A strong one.
Jin took the Martini from the hand of the waitress and went out of the billiard-room. Finally relaxed after a few days. He finally could capture his attention. That's one work less.

His identity this time was solid.
Taehyung made his background. Everything about this "Hiroto Watanabe " was real, even his eyes on expanding his business towards the black market and narcotics. Taehyung happened to be a friend with this crazy rich guy and that man happened to owe him a favor.
So Taehyung just asked him to use his identity for a few days until Jin gets back and he agreed to spend a vacation in the Maldives.

If Jin ends up dragging his name in trouble, he'll just deny it and claim that someone impersonated him while he was on an alone vacation.

Perrera definitely would have him checked for clearance, and Jin had no doubt he'd pass that easily.
Taehyung never does the work of an amateur.

After gaining his trust, All Jin has to do is get the information about Perrera's deal with MOSSAD and CIA and why these needed huge amounts of money. What are they doing?

If needed, he would have to know those forcefully. And he was indeed a pro in extracting information. The measures would be cruel, but who cared?

Jin emptied the glass and got himself into the elevator.

He unlocked his room and entered. But looking at the handlebar, he stopped.
The lentil-sized piece of wax wasn't on the lock. That means someone entered his room.

Jin closed the door and moved swiftly to the side of the door. The light wasn't on yet. He carefully picked up the Walther PPK from under his pillow and looked around. He remembered he switched off the lights before going out, but the table lamp on the bedside table was on.

That means the person who infiltrated the room didn't get enough time to switch it off.
That means one thing only- the intruder was still in this room.