A "Common" Cleaning Service (6)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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With all the body bags laid on the cold concrete, Nam Hiah did not give normal plastic gloves to Young Mirae, but a pair of medical ones. Young Mirae thought about the difference. Would it be more convenient to use medical gloves than the normal disposable plastics?

Leaving it be and not wanting to complain any longer, while she was inserting her hands in them, she caught Nam Hiah advised, "We need to work fast."

"Yup, sister hates it when the mafia comes in while she's working," inserted Nam Hana. An elastic slap followed his voice as he trusted his hand inside the glove.

"Mafia?" Young Mirae faked the inquisitive tone.

Of course, she knew that more than anyone.

Even if she caught a voice from someone, she could distinguish if the owner was a mafia or not. Hence, meeting one would be a piece of cake. After all, she had good instincts — but only lacked a bit of common sense.

"Um, those people outside. They're mafias," he answered cautiously. He must have thought that she would not be able to stomach if she discovered the truth.

"Oh my gosh, you've got to be kidding me. Those guys are mafias? I haven't seen one in my entire life. But now that I have seen one, what if they suddenly decided to kill us?"

"Could you please do something about the overreacting? It's obvious that you're lying. You're 'his' granddaughter. How would you not know about their world?"

Eh? What did Nam Hiah mean by that? She was talking about her fake grandfather, wasn't she? After all, Young Mirae introduced herself as his granddaughter a while ago.

Was he supposed to be someone special?

"I'm kidding. Why are you so serious?"

In any case, wasn't this a good time to ask? Would it be suspicious to bring out a query?

She desired to know whose family those mafia crewmates crowding outside working for. But the problem was, she had not seen a single one wearing the similar blue brooch she possessed.

Leaving the subject unanswered, she just brought up a different question. "So, where are the bodies?"

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Inside the warehouse they entered, there was a door connecting the other warehouse. But except for the one they came from, most of the lights in it might never function anymore. All conked out, it left the place with shadowy light.

'...Look at those shattered glasses and bullet holes on the iron walls. It's as if a storm has desolated this place.'

Instead of initially noticing the lifeless bodies resting on the floor, she discerned how terrible the place was.

The grouped cargoes dispersed at the center of the wasted warehouse could not make it through. Just by judging the holes and bloodstains on it, it must have witnessed the bloodshed which took place.

The smell of thick wine liquid and gunpowder were still raw; they either lingered long in the air or the occurrence had just finished for quite some time.

"Inhale it all you want."

"What?"

Young Mirae crumpled her face when she caught the jeer from Nam Hana. What came into his mind that he thought she was inhaling the pungent air?

"Aren't you sniffing the air? I see your nostrils growing big."

"Why would you even look at someone's nostrils, creep!"

"Stop it, you two. Let's get to work," halted Nam Hiah.

Rolling her eyes to Nam Hana, she continued to survey the place.

In her estimation, the total number of dead people was eighteen. Some seemed to attempt to get away from their deaths, but they failed to reach the door to escape.

A clean shot to their heads and on their chests signified that the gunmen confirmed a couple of times these bodies were dead.

"This is probably the most gruesome and cruel murder I have seen. Probably."

Young Mirae could not agree more with Nam Hana that it looked gruesome. However, this might not be the most ruthless thing she had ever witnessed.

Clenching her fists, what she referred to as the most ruthless was the slaughter that happened to her family.

"Hana, what are you doing? Help me raise this body."

"Sis, we should have brought the bags here. It will be much easier to lift them."

She loosened her grip when she got a hold of herself, catching the two talking. Patience and a rational mind were something she should learn, although she was not a fan of waiting.

"No, we still need to inspect every single one," replied Nam Hiah while raising the body atop the other and dumping it on the floor with the help of her brother.

"Why?" Young Mirae dropped into a deep squat beside the dead. What was there to examine? Weren't their job was to dispose of the bodies and clean the shreds of evidence?

"I don't know," confessed Nam Hiah, "but the client wants us to remove all identification cards, handphones, wallets, watches, and confiscate the guns. Just everything that looks valuable in your eyes. As I was told, he doesn't trust the morgue where we will throw these bodies."

Young Mirae watched as they searched every single one of the dead. They started by taking off the shoes, searching through the pants, before proceeding on their way to the torso and head. While monitoring, she also made sure that she was following what they were doing.

Young Mirae believed she was doing an outstanding job if someone would ask her. But very much so, she was curious about the earnings of these siblings.

If Young Mirae could produce a good amount, she could buy a weapon of her own. Simply imagining this, she could not contain the giggles which escaped her lips.

However, when her comrades heard them, they immediately gave her weird looks. In addition, the expression on their faces printed the words: "Does she fancy seeing these dead bodies?"