NIS Agent Reincarnated as a Genius Actor

Director Park Chan-hong wrapped up the first round of shooting on the ship and arrived at the container to inspect.

“Okay, this should be enough. Is the technical team ready?”

“Yes, we’re ready.”

“Then let’s start with the transaction scene.”

At Director Park Chan-hong’s word, the crew and supporting actors took their positions.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Director.”

Jung Ha-kyun and Ryu Yeon-woo responded, and Director Park Chan-hong raised his hand.

“Ready, action.”

Park Kang-woo had scraped together money by putting the company as collateral and even borrowed from loan sharks.

He wasn’t blindly taking the bait from the unknown man just because he had a near-death experience.

Through the information network he used, he obtained information about the Italian Mafia in Sicily and became confident.

However, that information, of course, was false information carefully prepared by Pierre Choi, with a false route, and a signal hijacked by a SIM chip.

Park Kang-woo played like a puppet on the chessboard already set up by Pierre Choi.

Pierre Choi had crossed his legs and was sitting in the upper seat.

“Meeting the ruler of Sicily again is an honor for our family.”

Park Kang-woo approached Pierre and bowed his head as politely as possible.

Upon arrival at the port as guided, he was already overwhelmed by the grandeur of the ship.

In response to Park Kang-woo’s words, Pierre Choi smiled and opened his mouth.

“I don’t know where you heard that, but we do not say we are the rulers of Sicily.”

Rubbing his chin, Pierre Choi stared at Park Kang-woo for a moment and then spoke again.

“We are the protectors of Sicily. Should we trouble the weak?”

Unlike the past when he had come out of a wooden box and knelt, Pierre Choi showed respect to Park Kang-woo this time.

Although he was intimidated by Pierre Choi’s fearless, predatory gaze, Park Kang-woo felt good that he was being recognized as a trading partner.

“I made a mistake.”

“Please have a seat.”

Pierre Choi pointed to a chair in front of him.

Park Kang-woo and his subordinate, who was in charge of the wire transfer, sat down.

Pierre Choi looked behind and signaled, and a white man with a rifle behind him handed over a note with the Swiss bank account written on it.

“If you make the deposit there, it should be fine. Of course… you’ve acquired the goods, right?”

Park Kang-woo couldn’t meet Pierre Choi’s eyes like a snake stalking its prey, and he stammered as he spoke.

“Y-yes, of course. However, may I see the goods once?”

“Hahaha.”

Pierre Choi laughed at Park Kang-woo’s words.

“That’s right? But we still…”

Pierre’s fingers continued to irregularly tap the table, showing his unease.

“It’s because there’s no trust.”

Pierre finished his sentence and nodded. Behind him, a subordinate who had silently approached the corner of the cabin pulled out a waterproof bag.

Park Kang-woo approached, captivated by the heavily stacked white bags of powder. As he lifted one of the bags, he noticed a box with anti-tank rockets underneath it, the lid removed.

Coming from a country where firearms were prohibited, Park Kang-woo had never seen anti-tank weaponry like an RPG-7.

Surprised, he quickly covered the bag with white powder and glanced at Pierre, who had noticed.

“You are not the only one I’m trading with. It’s on an international scale.”

Pierre’s respectful tone had vanished once again.

Park Kang-woo quickly took his seat and urged his subordinate seated beside him.

“Quick, make the deposit.”

“Yes, sir.”

Upon hearing this, Park Kang-woo looked at his subordinate, scolding him under his breath.

“You! I’m not ‘sir.'”

“Oh, yes. Mr. Chairman.”

Park Kang-woo’s subordinate, who had been typing on the laptop, spoke up.

“It’s done, Mr. Chairman.”

“Haha. Verify it, please.”

At his subordinate’s words, Park Kang-woo rubbed his hands together and spoke to Pierre Choi.

Pierre gestured to the white man standing behind him.

His subordinate pulled out the satellite phone antenna and made a call somewhere.

Shortly after, he confirmed something and ended the call.

“Neèsicura? (Sure?)”

In response to Pierre’s question, his subordinate silently nodded.

Creak…

Pierre pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Haha. Let’s do well from now on. Once the Sicilian brothers establish trust, they never betray first.”

“Of course. We’ll do our best from now on.”

Park Kang-woo rose to his feet, bowed his head, and shook Pierre’s hand with both hands.

“Okay, cut!”

Director Park Chan-hong’s okay signal led to the actors and stunt performers relaxing.

“Now, the long-awaited scene.”

Tension filled the interior of the filming location as Director Park spoke.

“As you all know, due to the small set size and the nature of this scene, it’s challenging to divide it into multiple shots.”

Director Park Chan-hong continued, looking at the staff, actors, and stunt performers.

“Since the cameras are set up everywhere, be mindful of the frames along with the actors’ movements, and let’s aim for a one-take.”

“Let’s do this!”

Cheers erupted throughout the filming location in response to Director Park’s words.

Park Kang-woo’s character, played by Jung Ha-kyun, raised his fist and shouted “Fighting,” boosting the morale of the actors and stunt performers.

Since it was the final scene that required shooting from all angles, all the staff except the actors had left the container.

Director Park Chan-hong, monitoring the field monitor installed outside the container, gave instructions through a walkie-talkie.

“All right, get ready. Scene number 90, ready, action!”

Park Kang-woo politely shook hands with Pierre, who then patted his shoulder, and Park Kang-woo nodded in response. Suddenly, a frantic voice came over the walkie-talkie.

“Run! We’ve been compromised!”

Park Kang-woo, confused by the urgent foreign language over the walkie-talkie, didn’t understand what was happening. Pierre Choi’s face contorted, and he drew a handgun from his suit’s waistband, pointing it at Park Kang-woo.

“What’s going on? Is it you?”

“Yes, yes? What are you talking about?”

With furrowed brows, Pierre Choi aimed his gun at the white man who was communicating on the walkie-talkie behind him.

“Then is it you?!”

At that moment, special forces in black protective suits, wearing masks, burst into the cabin. They pointed their guns at the people inside.

“This is Interpol! You have the right to remain silent, and you have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

As the special forces aimed their weapons, the white men behind also brandished their guns. Park Kang-woo and his subordinate, stunned by the sudden turn of events, looked around in bewilderment.

“I-I have nothing to do with this.”

Park Kang-woo raised his hands and tried to step back.

“Stop! Don’t move!”

Apart from the word “Interpol,” Park Kang-woo hadn’t understood anything they had been saying until now. However, he understood the meaning of this command.

He stood frozen with his subordinate, his face tensed.

From the inner corridor connecting to the cabin, shouts were heard.

“Dai ragazzi! Muoviti! Forza! (Come on guys! Move! Come on!)”

Then, men in black suits wearing masks and carrying guns entered the room. Pierre Choi, completely surrounded, pointed his gun in all directions, shouting.

“What the hell! Who the hell are you!”

Then, one of the men in black suits, notably larger than the others, removed his mask and pointed his gun at Pierre Choi.

“It’s me, you bastard.”

As Gwak Ji-cheol removed his mask, his face was revealed. Pierre Choi checked his face, laughing maniacally.

“Hahaha.”

“This is so much fun. Who knew life could be this enjoyable?”

Pierre Choi’s expression turned cold, as if he was asking when was the last time he laughed. He looked at Gwak Ji-cheol with his emotionless, black eyes, and then he aimed his gun at Gwak Ji-cheol, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The spray of red blood from Gwak Ji-cheol’s chest was a signal. Interpol, the men in black suits, Pierre’s white subordinates, they all started firing in all directions.

“Aaargh!”

Park Kang-woo and his subordinate rushed towards the exit of the cabin, covering their heads, as if they were going mad. With trembling legs, they leaped out of the ship.

Inside the cabin, men fired at each other without sparing a glance at Park Kang-woo, who was fleeing. The space that had been filled with deafening gunshots suddenly turned eerily silent within seconds. The contrast was so stark that it felt surreal.

After about ten seconds, when only dim fluorescent lights were flickering on the ceiling, Pierre abruptly sat up.

“Ah, it’s still so much fun.”

Pierre Choi covered his mouth and started laughing silently.

Then, the men who had fallen to the ground covered in blood began to stand up, and soon, laughter echoed inside the cabin.

“Hey, Gwak Ji-cheol, what’s with that? ‘It’s me, you bastard?’ It seemed like there was some emotion in it, right? During the rehearsal, you weren’t like this.”

Gwak Ji-cheol, putting down the fake gun, rose from among the mechanical devices designed to break at the right time.

“Ahem. Well, ‘Junk Dealer’ was quite impressive. Let’s all get up quickly.”

Gwak Ji-cheol scratched his head and turned to the men who hadn’t stood up yet, shaking their backs unnecessarily.

Then, the voice of Director Park Chan-hong came over the walkie-talkie.

“Okay, cut! You are the best actors in Korea.”

Wow!

The actors successfully completed the shooting of the most important scene in this movie, which was the climax. Both the actors and the crew congratulated each other and offered words of encouragement for their hard work.

As the actors and crew members exited the container set, the beautiful sunset stretched across the sea. Ma Seok-do approached Yeon-woo, offering his shoulder for support.

“Wow, the timing was just perfect.”

“The scene we just shot was so cool. I think it will look great on the screen.”

Han So-hyeon, who had been watching the entire time next to the director with a field monitor, also approached them.

While the actors enjoyed the sunset and discussed the scene they had just filmed, Jung Ha-kyun, who played the role of Park Kang-woo, began speaking.

It was his last scene that they were shooting. Park Kang-woo, rushing out of the ship, turned back and stumbled, his legs shaking.

At that moment, the assistant director called out to synchronize with the explosion.

“Boom!”

In the spot where the explosion was to be added through CGI, Park Kang-woo and his subordinate simultaneously dropped to the ground when the assistant director gave the signal with his voice.

“Uhh, uhh.”

With terrified expressions, they quickly got up and fled.

Park Kang-woo, who had been engaged in a drug deal with the Italian Mafia, now found himself in the middle of a shootout between Interpol, the Mafia, and a group of the burly men he had known as Chairman Roh’s chauffeurs.

Thinking that the bullets might have hit the explosive shell under the tank, Park Kang-woo anticipated the ship’s bridge would explode with a loud roar, believing that everyone would die. Now, there was nowhere left to appeal, whether to the police, the underground world, the righteous, or the unrighteous.

In front of him was the 30 billion won debt, the result of the game that Pierre Choi had designed and played so gleefully.

“Okay! Cut.”