The silence lingered heavily in the room, a tangible force that seemed to wrap around the occupants like a shroud. It wasn’t mere hesitation; it was the oppressive weight of unspoken truths that hung heavily between them at the table. Yn's gaze remained glued to the intricate blueprints spread before her, her mind racing to decode every potential escape route, every forgotten blind spot, every lurking shadow within Jeon's impenetrable fortress. But Jungkook was not a man whose essence could be captured on paper; he was a tempest of unpredictability, a riddle wrapped in enigma. The stillness shattered abruptly as Colonel Ashton’s voice sliced through the tension, sharp and authoritative, leaving no room for ambiguity.

“Listen carefully. Jeon Jungkook isn’t just another trafficker or fraudster. He doesn’t lead an organisation—he is the organisation. He builds loyalty through fear, contracts through blood, and protection through blackmail. His lieutenants aren’t soldiers, they’re zealots. They would die before they talk, and they would kill before they think. Which means this op doesn’t get a second chance.”