Semua Bab My Model (BL): Bab 171 - Bab 180

The streets of Seoul were waking, but they weren’t the same. The city’s pulse felt off — hurried, anxious, as if the very air had shifted. Every news ticker flashed the same headlines: “Project Kestrel Exposed”, “Top Agency Officials Under Investigation”, “Biological Experiments on Operatives Revealed”.Soo-ah sat in the corner of the safe house, her knees drawn up to her chest. The blanket draped over her shoulders did little to stave off the chill that had settled deep in her bones. Her fingers hovered over her tablet, scrolling through the leaked files that had set the world ablaze. The faces stared back at her, ghostly reminders of friends, colleagues, and innocents sacrificed in the name of “progress.”Valerian paced, rubbing his temples. “The international reaction is… catastrophic. Governments are demanding explanations, agencies are being overhauled, and Lazarus’ network is scrambling to cover tracks. But the media—they’re tearing the agency apart.”Soo-ah didn’t look up. “It’

Seoul’s skyline glimmered beneath the rising sun, but the city’s streets were far from calm. The leaks from Project Kestrel had sent shockwaves across international media. Screens flashed with names, faces, and secrets that had been buried for decades. Government offices were in lockdown, security agencies scrambled, and whispers of resignations and cover-ups filled the air like a poison mist.Inside the safe house, the team remained tense. Soo-ah sat at the table, fingers tapping rhythmically on the surface. The adrenaline from the night’s infiltration had faded, leaving only exhaustion and a lingering sense of disbelief.Sang-woo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing her quietly. His arm was still bandaged, but he moved with his usual controlled grace, the intensity of his gaze never leaving her.Valerian, sprawled on the couch, muttered, “This is bigger than we imagined. The fallout alone could topple half the agency.”Do-hyun flipped through a printed dossier. “And we h

The first light of dawn crept through the clouds over Seoul, painting the skyline in muted shades of gray and gold. The rain had washed the streets clean, but beneath the surface, tension still pulsed like a heartbeat.Soo-ah stood at the edge of the rooftop, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city met the sky. Below her, the city stirred awake — cars honking distantly, street vendors setting up stalls, people moving like tiny figures in a painting. But for her, it wasn’t just another morning. It was the calm before another storm.Behind her, Sang-woo’s voice broke the silence. “You didn’t sleep again.”Soo-ah turned slightly, her eyes tired but sharp. “Couldn’t. Not after what we found last night.”Sang-woo walked closer, his boots clicking softly against the concrete. His presence carried warmth and steadiness — like an anchor she hadn’t realized she was clinging to. “We’ve confirmed it, haven’t we? Project Kestrel was never about enhancement. It was about control.”She nodded

The night air was thick with tension as the team approached the Seoul Research Division. The city lights reflected off the wet asphalt, casting long, fractured shadows that seemed to mirror their own apprehensions. Soo-ah crouched beside the van, her earpiece in place, scanning the building through a compact drone she had deployed moments earlier.“They’ve upgraded security since last intel,” she murmured, her voice calm but precise. “Motion sensors, biometric locks, and reinforced access points. Multiple armed units on rotation.”Sang-woo leaned beside her, dark eyes narrowed. “Then we adapt. No room for errors tonight. Everyone knows their role?”Valerian, Do-hyun, and Seo-jun all nodded, expressions grim. “Crystal clear,” Do-hyun said, checking the weapons strapped to his chest.Soo-ah’s fingers danced over her tablet. “We’ll split into two teams. Sang-woo and I will take the primary infiltration route — the east wing. The rest of you secure the perimeter and handle any unexpected

The rain had stopped, leaving slick streets that glimmered under the streetlights. The team had relocated to a temporary safehouse on the outskirts of Seoul, a low, nondescript building tucked between warehouses. Inside, monitors displayed the decrypted Project Kestrel files, maps of the city, and the encrypted coordinates of the secret labs.Soo-ah studied the holographic layout, her brow furrowed. “There are three main lab locations,” she said, tracing a finger along the glowing grid. “One here in northern Seoul, one near the port, and a smaller one underground, central to all operations. That last one is the nerve center.”Sang-woo leaned over her shoulder, lips brushing the edge of her ear as he spoke softly. “The nerve center. That’s where we hit first?”Soo-ah nodded, tension coiling in her chest. “If we compromise that lab, we disrupt everything. The serum shipments, the testing, even the data flow. But it’s heavily guarded. Multiple security layers, biometric locks, and armed