#11

#11

It's getting crushed. 

The thick door of the bomb shelter crumples badly. The powerful current from Lee Ji-hoon's hand is converted into a magnetic field. The magnetic field transformed the iron according to Lee Ji-hoon's will. 

Crumpled steel, beyond that, you can see a trembling figure. He shudders at an unrealistic sight. Lee Ji-hoon's mysterious ability is destroying the iron door of the bomb shelter, which he thought was safe. 

His hand, which was standing with a pistol, trembles. His eyes grow as big as they could explode. 

Giggle

The iron door, which made an unpleasant sound, has now shrunk to a point where it is ugly. It is confusing whether it is a soccer ball or a basketball. 

Thump!

The iron gate, which fell to the floor with a heavy sound, was no longer an obstacle. Lee Ji-hoon walks slowly with blazing eyes. He goes without hesitation. 

"Oh, don't come! Monster!"

He yells. He points his pistol at him. His hands shake. His aim is disturbed. Still, he somehow tries to aim at the gun. 

Lee Ji-hoon doesn't care whether he shouts or not. His terrified eyes are bloodshot. 

Lee finally overcame the ball-like firewall. He finally calms down his shaky pistol. He aims his head precisely. 

Lee Ji-hoon, who approached without hesitation, did not seem afraid of guns at all. 

I gritted my teeth. He fired a gun. 

Thang!

One shot. 

When one shot is fired, I wake up. Fear recedes and courage rises. More shots!

Thang! Thang! Thang! Thang! Thang! 

Shoot to get rid of all the bullets in the magazine. Die! Die! Die, monster!

Jang Woo-sung shoots like crazy. The acrid smell of gunpowder irritates the nose. 

"··········"

Jang Woo-sung puts his outstretched handgun down. He shakes back without realizing it. Because the gun he fired...

"Is it still?"

The bullets were stopped right in front of Lee Ji-hoon. With the power of a strong magnetic field, the bullets could not even come near Lee Ji-hoon's body. The bullets stopped in the air are slowly pushed back. 

The bullets were slowly, slowly pushed away.

"Smile!"

Jang Woo-sung made a new sound in fear. The bullets, which had been slowly pushed out, accelerated and penetrated Jang Woo-sung's legs and arms. 

"Argh!"

His limbs are pierced and blood splashes. Jang Woo-sung hesitates without a hitch. His head turned white in extreme pain. The view is shaky. A jagged monster approaches from beyond that view. 

He touched Jang Woo-sung's forearm, which was lightly neutralized.

"You're making drugs here."

It seems to be asking about the weather today. Woo-Sung Jang did not answer. 

"What's your name? Jang Woosung?"

Likewise, Lee doesn't answer. He avoids eye contact. However, Lee's question is not over. 

"Is it like 'Night Fog' or something? I heard there are more production bases than here. Where are they?"

"······"

Jang Woo-sung did not answer. With all his limbs pierced, he couldn't move, but his eyes didn't die. There is fear, but he is determined not to lose. 

He has a confident attitude. If he were a sportsman, he would be applauded. Lee looked into his eyes and grabbed him by the neck. Due to his strengthened muscular strength, Jang's neck is likely to break at any moment. 

"Suddenly!"

Jang Woo-sung, who is suffocated, is in pain. 

If I block my throat like this, I can't answer.·· Jang Woo-sung thought like that in the meantime. 

"Is there a factory in the ocean?"

"···.."

She doesn't answer. But Lee Ji-hoon nodded. 

"Is it no longer in the sea?"

Lee Ji-hoon, who asked the question alone and convinced himself, moved on to the next question. 

"Then the next question. How about Seoul? Is there a factory in Seoul?"

"······"

Jang Woo-sung does not answer. Lee Ji-hoon holds his neck still. He looks into Jang Woo-sung still. Jang Woo-sung, who was afraid, closed his eyes tightly. 

"I see. Where is it? Gangbuk?"

"······"

Jang does not answer. Lee Ji-hoon does not wait. He moves on with confidence. 

"No. Gangdong?"

"······."

"A lecture?"

"······"

"Gangnam?"

"······."

"It's Gangnam."

Lee Ji-hoon spoke with confidence. Jang Woo-sung, who was suffering from pain in his neck, barely managed to talk as if he had squeezed it out.

"No, no. What are you talking about?"

"You are loyal to the law, trying to hide it to the end."

Lee said, "I don't believe in him. He let go of his neck and got up from his seat. 

"Cough, chuckle."

Jang Woo-sung's breath returns and giggles. 

Lee Ji-hoon stares down at him. It doesn't matter if he answers or not. True lies can be determined by the microscopic movements of brain waves and the accompanying biological reactions. 

Lee Ji-hoon mumbled while staring at Jang Woo-sung, who was struggling to live. 

"Hmmm,··· Because it's Gangnam,···"

I think for a moment. He recalls a building in Gangnam that he visited the other day. The place that was the scene of a frenzy.

"Is Park Kiyoung your boss?"

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh."

Jang Woo-sung has no words. No answers are necessary. 

"I see."

Lee Ji-hoon has no questions now. His eyes get cold. Lee Ji-hoon's hand touches his head. 

"All your men are dead. There's no flesh on this island."

"···. All right."

I don't really care if Jang gave up. He lost his energy. I'm sure he didn't even answer back. How did he find out? Jang bit his molars in despair. 

Jang Woo-sung, who had vowed never to tell a monster anything even if he died, became confused. Lee Ji-hoon doesn't care what Jang Woo-sung feels like. He recited what he had to do dryly. 

"I'll send you to your men's side, too. Don't ask for mercy because you've sold drugs and been well-meaning."

Jang Woo-sung bowed his head. A powerful current flows from Lee Ji-hoon's hand that touched his head. Soon the current passed through Jang Woo-sung's brain. 

Up and down

With an eerie sound, blood and brain water flowed from the back of Jang Woo-sung's head. Jang Woo-sung collapsed on his side.

***

In order to return from the island, Lee Ji-hoon set fire to various parts of the facility. When a large fire broke out in the dark sea, it was recognizable to the naked eye from a distance. 

The Coast Guard's ships soon gathered to check. Fishing boats that were fishing nearby were also mixed. They didn't know what was here, but they docked nearby and looked at the situation to figure out what was going on. Lee Ji-hoon swam up quietly and stuck to the side of the Coast Guard ship. 

Climbing into the vessel from there, he quietly held his breath and waited to return to land. 

***

the next day. 

Park Ki-young, who came to work half-asleep in the morning, wondered if he should drink a cup of coffee. One subordinate that caught my eye at the time. He tried to call him to run an errand for coffee, but the subordinate approached and said something out of the blue. 

Bang!

"Woosung is dead?"

Park Ki-young woke up with bad news instead of coffee. His blood pressure rose sharply and his eyes opened wide. As anger erupted from his entire body, which was like a bear, his subordinate swallowed his dry saliva without realizing it. 

"I think so."

In response to the ambiguous answer, the veins stand on Park Ki-young's forehead. 

"Hey, boy, if you're dead, you're dead or you're not. 'I think so? What's the point!"

Tightened by the fact that he might be hit, the subordinate quickly held out the tablet PC he was holding.

Park Ki-young accepted it irksomely. 

- A desert island in the West Sea, a mysterious fire. I see traces of Japanese air defense···

I got a feeling from the title. That's right. That's our organization. 

Park Ki-young read the article. It was about the mysterious fire on an uninhabited island in the West Sea last night. It said there was an unknown facility and a dead body. A total of 20 bodies have been found, and authorities say they are investigating. 

In the comments, there was a story that it was a secret facility of the South Korean government, but it may have been destroyed by North Korean, Chinese or Japanese operatives. 

The names of all kinds of government agencies, including the National Intelligence Service and the Navy, were mentioned and argued competitively, but no one seriously explained what they were. 

"Woosung must be dead."

Park Ki-young finally admitted. This is certain. Jang Woo-sung died there. If he was alive, he would have called right away. After contacting him yesterday that the deal failed, there was nothing more. 

What a waste. His loyalty and ability were amazing. When I quit my old college and came to the industry··· 

Park Ki-young briefly recalled his past with Jang Woo-sung, but soon came back to reality. The boss of a cold-hearted drug gang has no time to fall in love. 

Let's just take the facts. The deal failed and then Jang Woo-sung died. The night fog production plant was also destroyed overnight. 

Wait. What if Woosung betrayed you? 

If he made a deal with another organization and moved on with pharmacists, Park Ki-young's animal sense slightly scanned the possibility of Jang Woo-sung's betrayal. 

But he shook his head soon. 

"There's no way."

It is Park Ki-young's organization that holds hegemony in the Korean drug industry. That is why it was almost impossible to dare to ignore them and enter the Korean market. 

There was a possibility that foreign organizations could come in, but such a thing can be handled by a strong back, so it is not even more problematic. 

"Wait. Pikachu, didn't he do this?"

"What? Pikachu?"

"Yes, Picage. I said it was quiet for a few days, but this could have been done by him."

Nothing was clearly revealed, but Park Ki-young was somehow full of conviction. His sixth sense was shouting. 

This is him!

He was convinced that this sense made Park the boss of the nation's largest drug ring. 

"Is that so?"

His subordinate answered in a shaky manner. Regardless, Park smiled broadly. 

"You got there, Pikachu. How did you know there was a secret factory there?"

Park Ki-young tried to organize his thoughts by muttering. The subordinate stood awkwardly and wondered if he should just go, but Park Ki-young's gaze quickly reached him. 

"Hey."

"Yes."

"Did you tell other organizations about Pikachu bounty?"

The subordinate, who was closely disciplined, said he had informed all the organizations in Seoul, Incheon and Gyeonggi Province.

"Because he usually appears in the Seoul metropolitan area. Good job. Then they'll prepare well on their own, right?"

"The kids in Incheon also hire killers."

Park Ki-young burst into laughter at his subordinate's words. 

"Do you know what kind of webtoon world this is? What kind of killer?"

"Boss, I won't look at you like that."

"What?"

The subordinate lowered his voice and spoke covertly. 

"Don't you know the boss? Sometimes when he says he'll solve the obstacle, the obstacle disappears a little later."

Park Ki-young remembered an old memory. The time when he was struggling to build this business. If he hadn't met his agent by accident at that time, he wouldn't be here now. His agent took care of everything Park was in trouble for him. 

"Yes, I did. That's right. That's the killer. There is. Killer. So where do they get the killer? Are they Korean-made killers?"

The subordinate lowered his head and spoke quietly. 

"I sang it in Southeast Asia and China. On the condition that I divide it in half."

"Really? I'd like some nice guys to come in."

Park Ki-young leaned into the chair with a chuckle as if interesting. He was sure that Pikachu would be caught soon.