Phoenix

27.

September 6, Amsterdam, Netherlands.

Starting as a small fishing village in the 12th century, this town has become the capital city of a whole country over time. Amsterdam is one of the largest cities in Europe today, one of the centers of industry and commerce of the whole continent.
It is not far behind in terms of scenic and architectural beauty too.
The metropolis is often compared to Venice due to its poetic beauty and cozy atmosphere.

A Boeing of KLM landed at Schiphol airport in this capital at 8:30 in the morning.
It was a connecting flight that arrived here from Rio De Janeiro via Lisbon, Portugal. Taxiing lazily, the Boeing slowly came to the side of the terminal building. This time from the body of the building a crocodile disembarkation tube stretched out around the front exit of the aircraft.
After a while, the door was opened, and the rush was visible among the passengers who were coming out.
The fatigue of the long journey was prominent in everyone's eyes.

Among the crowd, there was a non-white young man about six feet tall. He always keeps his dark hair properly brushed, but at the moment his hair was all messy. He had thick-framed glasses on the top of his nose with a medium-sized mustache under it. He had quite long mullets,
The build of his nose was a little crooked as if someone punched him right on his nose so hard that it has lost its shape permanently. No one can imagine this look was made by a make-up artist. 

Although traveling together for sixteen long hours, not one of his fellow passengers suspected that behind the disguise a very handsome young man was hiding.

Kim Seokjin.

In response to the farewell greeting of the flight attendant standing at the door, he came out of the exit with a polite smile, he began to move forward through the disembarkation tube, keeping pace with the other passengers.

Several airport officials were standing in order at different places in the narrow passage to monitor the passenger convenience...plus to maintain security. Though their presence was nothing unusual, still Jin stayed on guard.

Jin's head was filled with worry.  According to Arya's calculation,
the Uno-virus will hit at 2 pm tomorrow local time in the Netherlands.

The cataclysm of the cyber world will begin at once. 

All in all, there were still almost sixteen hours left in their hands, but they haven't made any progress on the assignment yet. They were still there where they were before.

They couldn't get anyone to make the anti-virus yet, let alone distribute it to the world right on time.

Eight of the ten Unos have already died, and the ninth...Dr. Stanley Donnen, they found him on time but were unable to save him anyway.

Jin was feeling guilty, with a feeling of guilt an unbridled rage was also building up in his chest. It will not stop until the murderers are punished and that too should be by his own hands.

But Behind the whole thing
It is not yet clear who was swinging the strings...to seek revenge or punishment- the identity of the enemy must be known first!

The whole mission was made more difficult by Douglas Bullock. 
About forty-eight hours have passed since escaping the Montego Ice-shelf. But none of Jin or Arya could use the time to research or do some problem-solving in the meanwhile just because of him.

He was faced by a furious CIA chief who again threatened him with demotion; Now that man has become desperate to satisfy his anger.

As usual, he blames not himself but Jin for what happened. So both of them had to take a lot of precautions and measures to evade Bulldog and his spy sources all over the world. And a lot of effort and precious time was ruined because of that.