Chapter 13 Chapter 10

South Korean flight 858.It stopped right on the runway, a hundred yards from us.I watched it through the windows of the airport terminal, watching the ground crew complete maintenance work on the plane.If they knew what was going to happen today, what would It was November 28, 1987, just before sunrise.Even in this season, Baghdad is hot.We just arrived here from Belgrade as planned.Flying to Abu Dhabi in a few hours.After all the preparations, today is finally about to start action. Jin Shunyi was standing beside me, I think his thoughts must be the same as mine.He reached out and squeezed my hand in a rare loving way, which fit our role, a father's expression of love for his daughter.Despite his age and experience, I still felt he was just as nervous as I was.That's when I suddenly felt that he was really treating me like a father in the course of this mission.So I thought about my home again, and how I wished I could be back with my family.

Come on, Okhwa, he said softly, using my Korean name for the first time.Soon. Turning from the window and looking back, we saw two well-dressed Koreans coming towards us from the crowd, one of them carrying a large briefcase.I knew immediately that this was the person who was connecting with us, and that the bomb was in the briefcase.I pretended to be calm, but my intestines were already knotted in my stomach. These two spies working outside are both surnamed Park, and they look very similar, even though they should not be relatives.They were about the same height, and wore expensive black suits and sleek gold-rimmed sunglasses.Both hair combed back, for a moment I thought I saw a pair of twin brothers.

The older one was a commander; the younger one was a special agent.We greeted each other, and after a few pleasantries, we went to the airport bar for a drink with the two surnamed Park. It seemed that out of genuine concern, Commander Park asked about Kim's physical condition. It hasn't been better since. This will be my last mission.Kim replied. Commander Park patted him on the shoulder.If so, I don't think there could be a better quest to end your noble career.After taking a sip of his drink, he continued: I believe you have remembered how to set the time? certainly.Kim replied.

Very good.He finishes his drink.I looked at my watch.Well, I think we have to go.It is not good for people to see that we are with you.He looked at Kim, and then at me.I wish you both the best of luck. We shook hands and they left, leaving us the briefcase.To my relief, at any rate, the briefcase was in Gold's hands, not mine. Remember, as we were walking towards the door, King said to me: The liquid explosives in the bottle will increase the power of the radio bomb, so they must be kept together.He scanned the departure lounge, making sure no one could hear us.And, he went on, even more quietly.Also remember that the radio battery is not replaceable, so don't lose it.He gave me a rare smile, with bitterness in his voice.Also remember not to mix the medicine I take with the liquid explosives.

We parted at the checkpoint, and in this part of the world, they not only check your luggage, they also have to search you.I pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact my pulse speeded up and I even felt a little dizzy. Everything was fine until the inspector, a stern, unsmiling woman in her thirties, found the battery in my briefcase and what appeared to be a bottle of water with the battery.She picked them out right away and said: Batteries are not allowed on planes at this airport. I suddenly panicked.Without the battery, the bomb would not go off, and our long, well-planned, expensive mission would be in vain, and all our efforts would be in vain.I almost cried and begged her to give me back the battery.She refused and wondered why I valued the little battery so much.She threw the battery in the trash, and I could tell she was getting impatient.

I can't even imagine going back to North Korea in failure.Just as I took a breath and was about to argue again, I saw Mr. Kim walking towards me. His examination was over. He was a lifesaver at this moment. I told him what happened just now.Frowning, he looked in the trash can, then walked over to find the battery.He put the batteries in the radio and turned the radio on to confirm the battery's function. See, he told the female inspector.The batteries are for the radio and nothing else, we have traveled without trouble at other airports.If you don't allow us to take batteries on the plane, don't worry, we will complain about you to the Iraqi embassy in Tokyo, Japan as soon as we get home.And, of course, not to mention the Japanese embassy in Baghdad.

Only at this moment did I understand the important role of Japan's economic power. The female inspector hesitated and looked at the other inspector, who had been watching from the sidelines. Please accept my apology, he came up and said: we just play by the book, please understand.He frowned, and said again: Please do it, you can take them on the plane. I feel relieved.We were finally able to move forward, to another checkpoint, and had to go through it all over again.Only, this time, Kim tucked the radio in his belt, and we passed the inspection without a hitch. I told those bastards in Pyongyang that we're going to have trouble here.Kim said as we walked.

When we arrived at the gate, we saw a large group of South Koreans gathered in the waiting room.We almost had the feeling that we were in a South Korean airport. After finally finding a seat far away from them, I sat down.Kim went into the men's bathroom with his briefcase, but returned after a while.Mayumi, there are too many people in the men's room, you take the bomb to the women's room to install it. I stared at him for a while, suddenly panicked.Although I was also trained to load the bomb, I always assumed that the mission would go to plan from start to finish, with Mr. King in charge of installing the bomb.When I met his eyes, I could see that he was looking at me, and I met his eyes and said: OK, I will be back soon.

I went to the women's room, went into one of the stalls, locked the door, and took out the radio.I have tried many times on the radio without explosives, but this time when it was actually loaded with explosives, I couldn't help being afraid, my hands were a little stiff, shaking constantly, and I couldn't hold it steady.In the end, I put my mind to the side, just to install it.I looked at my watch: it was 10:20 in the afternoon, and I was going to board the plane in 20 minutes. As I practiced in advance, I followed the steps and mastered the method, set the alarm clock to nine hours later, and then held my breath , as if worried that it was about to explode right here and now, flip the switch to the indicator in operation.

Alright, it's done, I exhaled a breath, stayed for a while, it was impossible to turn back.At the moment, I feel neither regret nor guilt for what I have done; all I think about is getting the job done and living up to the expectations of my country. On the way back to the waiting room, I looked at my face in the mirror and found myself haggard, with the worry and fatigue of the past few days written all over my face.I am a little surprised that I have become like this.I remembered myself as a child, and some of them were not the mature face I am now. I felt a strange feeling in my heart, as if I suddenly realized that I had become what I am now, as if I had grown up suddenly and forgotten who I was.I also saw my mother's shadow in my face, and I wondered what she would think of me at this moment. I had a strong feeling that no matter what honor I received, she would not approve of me.It took me a while to move my feet back into my seat.

When I returned to Mr. Jin in the waiting room, he raised his eyebrows at me questioningly. I nodded, smiled slightly, and sat beside him waiting to board the plane. Kim took out a medicine bottle, poured four pills into his hand, swallowed two of them himself, and handed me the other two.Calm your nerves.I gratefully accepted the medicine, he said. The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker, and boarding began.We got to the bus that took the passengers to the plane, and although it was a short distance, it felt like miles.Night had fallen in Baghdad, and the plane towered high ahead of us, its majestic lights in the dark. When I think now of the crowd in the sentencing room, it is impossible not to think of the scene on the bus.The passengers were almost all South Koreans, and they talked with each other in a friendly and friendly manner.There was a flash of sympathy in my heart at that time, even though they were South Koreans, I felt like they were my own compatriots.This further shows that the division of our nation is man-made.But I told myself that my mission was for the good of these two countries, and they told me so, and I believed it. But looking back now, all I saw in court were their family members in tears, and I wanted to connect those faces with the smiling faces I saw in the bus, who was related to whom. The bus stopped, interrupting my thoughts, and we walked a few steps out of the bus and quickly boarded the gangway leading to the plane door.Two stewardesses on the plane greeted us, and another stewardess ushered us to our seats. Mr. Kim put our bags in the overhead bin.I watched his face while he was unpacking and saw that he was tired.At this moment, he looked so old and weak, but I couldn't help feeling that he was also a great person, a seventy-year-old experienced old spy. I sat in the window seat, Mr. King took the middle seat, and a white woman was quickly seated in the aisle seat.I'm glad the person sitting next to me is not a South Korean. I had calmed down when I boarded the plane, but now I started to panic again, especially the dark night sky outside, the cabin was like an independent world, imprisoning all the people inside.I had a dread of being trapped and locked up.Moreover, the installed bomb may not detonate at any time according to the scheduled time.I could die anytime without knowing what happened.It's very disturbing to think about. The plane took off on time, and I wanted to fall asleep, but couldn't, so I had to listen to the people nearby.Most South Koreans seem to be working outside, maybe oil workers, and all seem to be in a good mood to be home.There are also people who are blaming their own companies and complaining about poor working conditions. This is another confirmation that big companies in South Korea exploit their workers, which matches what we have been taught. Whenever a flight attendant passes by, my heart beats faster.There is also a security guard sitting nearby, and he is watching the actions of the passengers.I felt as if he was staring at me. Once again I tried to calm myself down.I was thinking that if I succeed in one fell swoop, I will get the highest honor given by my motherland.I also thought that when I was in Pyongyang before this mission started, they told me that in order to keep the secret of this mission, they would no longer let me be a spy from now on.This action sustains my hope of being reunited with my family, my desire to go home more than anything in the world. The other passengers were asleep, the lights in the cabin were also turned off, the entire cabin was dark, only the roar of the engine never stopped.I looked at Jin, he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, I saw the blood vessels on his neck swelled with the heartbeat, and his breathing was also very rapid. Although the flight was only an hour long, it seemed like it would never end.All the worries and difficulties before boarding the plane are nothing compared to the anxiety now. There is nothing I can do now but wait.When the driver announced on the radio that we had arrived in Abu Dhabi, I almost jumped out of my seat, at the same time Kim and I looked at each other, I think there must be a sense of life and death on our faces The look of one fell swoop.The closer the plane got to the ground, the more nervous I became. I seemed to be counting down to the impending disaster. The plane finally landed, and after slowing down, it would be a while before we disembarked, and we couldn't wait to get up from our seats to retrieve our bags from the overhead bins, and I glanced at the briefcase with the bomb in it; it looked It didn't matter that much, I couldn't believe there was a bomb in it that could blow up the plane, I shuddered and turned around to look, never, never see it again.There was still a long delay while waiting to get off the plane.A line slowly squirmed, and many passengers who went to Seoul also got off the plane, the purpose is to move around.go on!damn it!I shouted in my heart, gritted my teeth, let's go! As if to stand forever in the aisle, I managed to reach the exit of the cabin, and even now I was still worried that some invisible hand would pull me back into the plane, or that some flight attendant would come running and carry the The briefcase asked if we had left it.However, the stewardess standing at the cabin exit just smiled and said: Goodbye, thank you for taking our flight. When I got off the plane, my feet were shaking, my walking posture was wrong, and a big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.I felt as if I had come out of the eighteen layers of hell and finally came outside of hell.I looked at Kim and he smiled at me. But our relief was short-lived.In the departure lounge a security guard was collecting the tickets and passports of connecting passengers and issuing yellow passes to those who continued on the same plane. Mr. Jin panicked immediately. According to our plan, we had to transfer to Air Jordan Flight 603 via Amman to Rome.But now there is trouble. This security guard, completely beyond our expectations, asked every passenger to hand over their tickets. Here's the problem: If we had given this ticket to Abu Dhabi, Amman, and Roma, he'd be suspicious right away.Why did a Japanese father and daughter fly from Baghdad to Abu Dhabi and then immediately back to Amman and Rome?Originally, there were many direct flights from Baghdad to Rome.Also, we cannot say that we are coming to Abu Dhabi for a stay, so we would have to apply for a visa but since Japan has no treaty with the United Arab Emirates, it is impossible to get a visa. We never expected this to be an issue, and as far as we know, no airport in the world has taken back a passenger's ticket while they're transiting through it, and it's all at stake. For this reason, we gave him the two spare tickets on the route Vienna Baghdad Bahrain.The security guard took our tickets and disappeared, saying he would take care of our boarding procedures. what do we do nowI asked Kim. We were leaving Abu Dhabi as soon as possible, he replied: to Bahrain and from there to Rome. Flight 858 took off, bound for Bangkok and Seoul, and I watched the plane's lights fade into the night sky until it disappeared into the night.There was both hope and fear and dread in my heart.There are always those South Koreans and their laughing scenes in my mind. Several hours passed, it was midnight in Abu Dhabi, the entire airport was silent, the security guard who collected our tickets was talking with his colleagues at the other end of the waiting room, occasionally looking in our direction Take a few glances.Once, Mr. Jin walked over to him and asked him how our air tickets were. He said that we would get the tickets before the plane took off at 9 o'clock, so there was no need to worry. Mr. King sat down, rubbed his face with his hands, and complained that he knew from the beginning that our itinerary was wrong.He immediately realized that these words would scare me, and he tried his best to comfort me by saying: The plane crash will not be found out quickly, and we will have returned to Pyongyang long ago when they are looking for the murderer.But even he didn't seem to believe what I was saying, and I didn't say a word. At dawn I looked at my watch. The bomb had been set at six o'clock in the morning where we were, and it was five fifty-four.I think the plane is over the sea of ​​Amman near Burma by now, any time now I fell asleep for a while, and when I opened my eyes, it was broad daylight. Our plane was about to take off soon. The security guard returned our tickets and passports to us, and we boarded the plane to Bahrain.When I took off, I took a long breath, and I couldn't tell how happy I was to leave Abu Dhabi. An hour later, we arrived in Bahrain.The time is November 29th, a Sunday morning.We didn't feel very safe here either, and immediately started booking flights to Rome.Because our starting point is Abu Dhabi, the ticket has to be transferred to the airline's ticket office for a visa. We booked a room at the Metropolitan Hotel and hailed a taxi to the hotel.Once we got to the hotel, we slept all day.There is nothing to do but wait. On Monday morning we tried to book a flight to Rome but were told it was full and we had to wait until Tuesday. On Monday we visited Manama, the capital of Bahrain, and despite pretending to be on holiday from Japan, none of us could remember what we saw or what we visited.We did some shopping to pass the time; Mr. King bought some fruit and sandwiches for our dinner, which I took back to the hotel to share. While eating, the phone rang, and I was so shocked that the banana I was peeling fell to the ground.Nobody knows we're here, not even our superiors.There's no reason anyone's calling us. I looked at Mr. Jin and felt that my face was pale with fright.He glanced at me, then grabbed the phone. Hello? He listened for a while, then hung up.He got up and went to the window, clasping his hands behind him.I asked him what happened, and he didn't answer me.Seeing the way he clenched his jaw, I knew he was nervous.My heart was beating fast and my lips were dry.After a while, the phone rang again and he went to answer it and asked me to hand him my passport, which I did.I heard him say my name and passport number, then put down the phone. It was from the Japanese embassy. He sighed, looked at me, and added: Don't worry, it's not easy to find us. I met his gaze and replied: I don't believe it.I really don't believe it either.Suddenly I had a hunch that the authorities knew exactly who we were and where we were. He shrugged, his face expressionless, and I got up to clear the table when the phone rang again.Mr. Jin picked up the phone, listened to the other party for a while, and hung up again. Mayumi, there are two South Koreans in the lobby below. They are looking for us. You pretend to be asleep and let me deal with them. I climbed into bed in a panic and forgot to take off my shoes.Turning his face to the wall, the quilt was pulled up to his neck.I wanted to bury myself in my bed and disappear, now that my hunch was confirmed, I knew we were hopeless. Soon, there was a knock on the door, Jin opened it, and the two men walked in. Excuse me, Mr Kim said after introducing himself: My daughter is very tired and she needs to rest. They sat down at the table, and since neither of the South Koreans understood Japanese, the whole conversation was carried on in broken English.The South Koreans cursed angrily now and then, but Mr. Kim kept trying to refute them without losing his identity. They finally told what happened. They said that South Korean Airline Flight 858, carrying 115 passengers, disappeared before reaching the transit station Bangkok. It is believed that something happened.It can be judged from their tone that they have doubts about us.They asked us where to stop next. At this time I was also thinking about the crash, and I admit that I had no regrets at that time, but was relieved to know that we had completed our mission and showed our loyalty to Kim Il Sung and Kim Jong Il.I believe that the 1988 Olympic Games will not be held in South Korea, and I have made a great contribution to the unification of Korea. The South Koreans left and agreed to come back the next day.A few hours later, there was another knock on the door. Jin gently opened the door, and the delivery man threw in a pack of chocolates and left.It's clear someone is watching us. I couldn't sleep that night. Mr. Kim was exhausted and slept soundly. He was snoring all night. I could only keep my eyes on the ceiling and check my watch every few minutes.I felt numb all over, it was only a matter of time, I told myself, sooner or later they would arrest us. Mr. Jin still slept like a log, and he was still sleeping at dawn.I shook him awake impatiently, and we hurriedly packed our bags for our flight.When we were all packed and I was at the door, he stopped me. Mayumi, wait a minute. I turned to him and he looked at me sternly for a moment, then reached into his pocket and handed me the pack of Marlboros that he had been keeping on him.Just in case things get worse.he said calmly.I noticed that his hands were shaking as he handed me the cigarette. I thought: We both get it, we're screwed.But none of us ever thought that we would really use this poison.Neither of us knew we had the courage. As we walked into the elevator, Mr. King was repeating what he had said two days earlier: I told those bastards it was a bad trip.I told them that if I go back, I will turn it upside down. We quickly checked out and had a quick breakfast, ignoring the skeptical looks from the hotel staff.Walking outside, the morning light dazzled people for a while.Anyone who saw us could tell we were scared, and no matter how hard we tried to fake it, we couldn't keep our composure. We hailed a taxi and headed straight to the airport.I clutched the pack of cigarettes as the car drove through the desolate land, praying that I wouldn't have to use it.It's strange that I still have such thoughts, knowing that a small amount of poison in it is enough to kill us on the spot, and it makes me uncomfortable to think about it. We arrived at the airport smoothly, and Mr. Jin hurried to change the boarding pass. I scanned the surrounding area to see if anyone was following us.In the end I didn't find it.Mr. King finally came to me, and we hurried to the gate, behind the rest of the boarding passengers, and I began to hope that I would eventually escape. At this time, I heard someone behind me speaking in fluent Japanese. Can I see your passport? I turned around and saw a tall oriental man standing beside me. I handed him our passports without saying a word, and he turned around and disappeared immediately. They told Kim and I to step back from the line and stand aside while we watched the other passengers board the plane.What the director said in Pyongyang echoed in my heart: You two comrades must bear in mind the high level of confidentiality of this mission. In the worst case, you must be prepared to bite the poison in the injection to keep the secret. Remember, you lose Your only material life, your political life is eternal. I was also thinking in my heart: Yes, I am a proud daughter of the motherland, and I am willing to sacrifice my life for the reunification of the motherland. For the first time in days, I felt really calm. Then I heard on the radio that the plane to Rome had taken off.Looking out the window, the plane had flown away, taking away my last ray of hope.It is foolish to pretend to be strong when the resolution that has just been strengthened suddenly collapses. When I turned my head, the oriental man had returned with our passports, and he said with a stern expression: You stay here and don't move. Why?asked Mr. King. I am from the Japanese embassy in Bahrain. Mayumi’s passport has been confirmed to be forged. You will be interrogated. The police will arrive soon. I warn you not to do stupid things. He took a few steps away and glanced down the hallway of the lobby, as if to make sure it was just the two of us.Kim put his hands on my shoulders and I turned to him, his face heavy. Yuhua, you have to be strong and bite through the injection poison. Since we have been discovered, not biting through the poison will only prolong the pain. I am dead now with no regrets.I've lived long enough, but you Kim couldn't speak, and it took a while to look at me.I am very depressed. I knew that the old man's heart was crying, and I was shocked to see Kim Soon-il's human side.Standing before me is one of North Korea's best spies, a true revolutionary fighter, who never bowed to fear despite his age, frailty, and many trials and tribulations along the way during our mission. Too much, but at this moment he collapsed, not for himself, but for me. I couldn't speak, tears were streaming down my face, I could only nod to him to express my determination, when my mother's face suddenly flashed in my mind. During the training period, I went home a few times and once every two or three years, my mother was very happy to see me back, and also very happy to see that I was in good health.Every time I leave, she goes out of her way to pretend it's okay.She was so sad to see me leave.At that time, I seldom paid attention to her feelings. I always returned to the camp with the instructor who escorted me, deeply proud that I was selected by the party.At this moment, I feel that I have let her down, that she has worked so hard to bring me up, and I am ashamed, ashamed of my vanity.By the time I realized my mistakes, it was too late, and no party was worth neglecting my family. forgive me mother please understand I must choose death.Because she, not just me, is going to pay for my failure. I looked at Mr. Kim, who kept smoking beside me. Dad, please give me a signal when it's time to bite the poison. Still deep in thought, he just nodded expressionlessly, his face pale when he exhaled, maybe he was missing his family too. At this point, four or five Bahraini policemen stepped into the room and ordered us to go with them. We were separated, and I was taken to a small, nondescript office to be searched. I was thoroughly body-searched by two men, they checked every part of my body, they didn't seem to spare a single hair.They also checked my small cosmetic box very carefully, but they didn't pay much attention to my pack of cigarettes, which was put in the handbag. When I got back to the lobby, Kim was waiting for me.The police in Bahrain stood by, and Kim looked at me and raised his eyebrows, as if to ask me if the pack of cigarettes was safe, and I smiled at him saying yes.As if reassuring, he handed me a Japanese-made cigarette to make me look like a regular smoker, so that in times of crisis my behavior would not be suspect. But this move is bad! When I took the cigarettes and took out the lighter from my handbag, the policewoman who searched me asked me for my handbag. I couldn't refuse, so I took out the pack of Marlboro cigarettes and handed it to her.Then she motioned for the pack again, and I pulled out the inked cigarette and handed her the pack too.However suspicious the act, I cannot hand her the cigarette, everything depends on the poison of the cigarette, I must hold it in my hand. The policewoman yelled something at me that I couldn't understand at all, and held out her hand to me.I looked at Mr. Kim and he shook his head.I was stunned for a moment, the policewoman snatched the cigarette from my hand, I snatched the cigarette back from her hand without thinking, I had no time to hesitate, I bit through the middle of the filter before she could react I saw her screaming and rushing towards me, but I ignored her.At this moment, I was being relentlessly led into the sweet and peaceful darkness. Kim Il Sung's loyal daughter, like a dog who has been trained for many years, is facing her death at this moment. It's over, all my pain is gone, the blackness is like a bed sheet that wraps me, it's all over