Apartment.
Doorway.
A team of South Korean police swiftly unlocking.
"Click."
Open the door.
Several people quickly rushed inside.
"All..."
Before the words "don't move" could be uttered, they were swallowed back, as the first person in froze at the entrance, staring at the Prosecutor watching TV. His brain almost stopped functioning.
My God.
What's going on?
Weren't we informed that the Prosecutor was attacked by villains?
This spotless room.
Tidy living room.
And the puzzled look on the Prosecutor's face left him stunned.
"What are you doing?"
asked the Prosecutor.
"We... we just received an intel that someone kidnapped you and intends you harm." This completely exceeded the script's limits, reasoned the team's leader with his own self-despisal.
"Then why didn't you call my mobile phone to confirm?" asked the Prosecutor.
"We feared it might arouse the villains' suspicion."
The leader was already cursing internally.
Damn it.
Man alive.