Rust - Chapter 12



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RUST-12

Maru took a deep breath.

3 minutes.

The time it took to catch Director Choi and Director Baek.

Director Baek lasted longer than Maru expected.

The moment he punctured Director Choi’s lung and aimed for Director Baek’s carotid artery, Director Baek aimed for Maru’s sleeve with his right hand and kicked his leg.

If I had attacked him as it was, his arm would have snapped and he would have dropped the sword and fallen to the ground. So I snapped the sword that was aiming for his carotid artery and aimed for his right hand that was grabbing it.

He tried to cut off his wrist, but Baek Sil-jang came off, leaving only two fingers like a lizard’s tail.

What if Chief Baek was wearing anti-sword gloves?

It must have been dangerous.

under-

As I took deep, long breaths, my exhausted energy and concentration quickly recovered.

Director Choi was the same.

At first, he inserted the knife diagonally below the navel and aimed for the heart in one blow.

He clearly aimed for the blind spot, but he responded with a reaction speed of over 0.1 seconds. Director Choi moved his center to the side to avoid the weak point and responded with a knee kick.

He slashed the knife aimed for the heart to the side, stabbing the upper part of the liver and pushing it through the lung.

It didn’t kill him instantly, but fortunately it only tore open his lung by hitting the hepatic artery.

after-

Maru, who had been organizing his thoughts as if recalling something, moved quickly.

He ran the [Remix Maker] program that he had downloaded to his computer. It was a program for piecing together music, and Maru was planning to use it to piece together voices.

I rummaged through Director Choi’s jacket and took out his cell phone.

Even after more than three minutes of being stabbed, Director Choi was still alive. Director Choi was glaring at the floor, struggling as he could not exert any strength.

whatever?

He was calm even when he saw a dying person.

He was indifferent even when he received venomous stares.

Am I originally like this?

Maru recalled his childhood when he was very happy.

Even though my family was ruined, I didn’t hate the world. I didn’t think about harming anyone.

Even though my body screamed at its limits, I endured it silently and worked.

Even the innocence of his mother, Mrs. Oh Mi-ye, endured in the end.

I also suppressed my younger brother Hanaru’s lack of common sense.

It was not even my family who started to take my sacrifice for granted.

I was just an ordinary person who thought that even friends leaving would pass.

But. How did I, who was like that, end up like this?

It was clear that something was broken.

Was it since you went to Japan?

Could radiation affect the brain?

Was it after you killed Morino?

Is it normal to immediately use a knife when the other person tries to grab a gun?

Are there really that many people who shoot back immediately when the other person shoots?

A person who lived in a country with good public safety and who did not receive any mechanical training?

Manager Hong’s words came to mind.

‘Baekjeong is my nature. Baekjeong Maru.’

“Fuck-”

It’s not like Maru didn’t worry about it either. But it had already happened.

Rather than being killed, I stood on the side of killing.

Having crossed the line between life and death, the only thing left to worry about was surviving until the end.

Director Choi grunted like a goldfish as he spat out blood, perhaps because his lungs were filled with blood and his airway was blocked.

Maru unlocked his phone by placing his finger on Director Choi’s, connected it to the computer, and opened Director Choi’s voice file.

As expected, there was a file containing a recording of the phone call.

His voice was taken from a file containing Director Choi’s voice.

[yes.]

[no.]

[Organize]

[It’s been sorted out.]

[Let’s go.]

[The departure was a little late.]

[Nothing happened.]

······

After collecting audio from short phrases, I assigned numbers to them and prepared to play them.

Not long after, I received a call from Manager Hong.

Maru put Director Choi’s cell phone on speakerphone and sat down in front of the computer.

[Director Choi, what happened to our future Baekjeong Maru temple?]

When he heard Manager Hong’s voice, Director Choi raised his head, as if he had come to his senses a little, and blood flowed from his mouth. However, what came out was not a voice, but foam.

Kkeuuukkeuk-

Maru looked at Director Choi and pressed the file. Director Choi’s recorded voice was played.

[I’ve organized it.]

Director Choi, who was leaning against the wall, had bloodshot eyes.

[Yeah? Nothing special happened?]

Kkuk-

[Nothing happened.]

Manager Hong said with a satisfied voice.

[Okay. I was a little worried because you said you went with Director Baek, but it turned out well because you went together?]

[yes.]

Kkwa-u-ru-

[That’s right. I told you, he’s not the type of guy who can be caught easily. Director Choi and Director Baek would have been easily suppressed.]

Kkuk-

[yes.]

Krrrrrrrr-

Director Choi’s head, which had been foaming at the mouth and throwing a tantrum, sank. His trembling limbs went limp.

[Okay, good job. Tighten and loosen it as you see fit, but don’t hurt yourself too much.]

[yes.]

Manager Hong looked happy.

[I’ll set the mood well with ginseng. I’ll hold you down tightly so you don’t run wild.]

“······.”

At the word ginseng, Maru pressed the button a little late.

Kkuk-

[Yes.] [After organizing] [Let’s go.]

‘Ginseng? Ginseng?’

Maru thought of his younger brother.

Ppoduk-

Nothing would change even if I ran right away.

Rather, it was fortunate that I knew in advance that my younger brother was being held.

information.

I needed information.

Maru unlocked Director Baek’s cell phone and checked its contents.

Director Baek seemed to be in charge of going around to businesses and collecting cash.

I checked just in case, and there was a makeshift safe in the trunk of the Benz that Director Baek had brought.

If it’s a password-locking system, should I just give up?

Fortunately, it was a fingerprint recognition handle.

It was a simple structure where a fingerprint recognition device was installed on the safe handle, and the safe would open when you placed your thumb on the handle and opened it.

Rattling-

With the cooperation of Chief Baek’s thumb, the safe was opened, and a bundle of 50,000 won bills that filled about 4/5 of the trunk greeted the floor.

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Public phone booths are now hard to find.

There were even fewer public phone booths hidden from CCTV footage.

“It’s me, Kisun.”

[Why? You’re saying that with a low voice.]

“Is there a playground next to where you live?”

[however?]

“I’ll bury my cell phone in the middle of the seesaw······.”

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For some reason, Manager Hong felt uneasy.

That was because I felt a little uneasy after telling Director Choi to take the kids.

I have a feeling that something is subtly off and everything is going to turn into shit.

But Director Choi scratched the itchy part for me.

“It’s definitely Director Choi. He handles things very neatly. Yang-ah Kim, call Hwasunggak and make a reservation for the course.”

A woman with short hair and a slightly innocent look raised her head while holding the phone.

“You said you were going to make it with beef?”

“What kind of beef is beef? I get sick of the smell of meat.”

Kim Yang’s innocent face turned gloomy.

“Are you going to make a reservation? How many people will it serve?”

“There are 10 of us waiting, including me, Director Choi, Director Baek… Even Kim Yang, should we eat and go home? Sansam will be left alone and feeling embarrassed.”

What kind of ginseng is ginseng? Ms. Kim answered cheerfully. If it wasn’t Hanwoo topple beef, it would be ‘necessarily.’

“No. I have an appointment.”

“Really? Then let’s say we’re going to make it for about 25 people and leave by 1 o’clock.”

“How do I order a course?”

“Course B for 10 people, C for 10 people, D for 5 people.”

“yes.”

“Ah- Miss Kim. Instead of 1 o’clock, say 2 o’clock. Since 2 o’clock is after lunch time, I’ll tell you that I’ll use the entire second floor.”

“yes.”

Manager Hong started preparing for the dinner.

Now when he comes, I shake him, make him cry with ginseng, and rub him here and there.

If you don’t feel like it, give him some medicine, have a company dinner, and if you take it one step at a time, things will work out.

I spoke to Director Choi and the story seemed to be going well, but for some reason I felt uneasy.

Did Director Baek cause an accident? He was supposed to collect the money on Monday, but he said he would do it while he was in Seoul and ended up causing trouble?

Or maybe we should have just chopped up one of our corn stalks and taken it to the hospital?

“Miss Kim- When you’re done ordering, there’s Director Baek’s car, right? There’s a GPS installed in it. Track its location with that.”

“Location tracking?”

“Yeah. I just wondered how far we’ve come.”

“yes.”

Ms. Kim finished her reservation skillfully and sat down in front of the computer.

“Manager Hong. Director Baek’s car. Is it coming this way?”

Hmm – was my worry for nothing?

“How long will it take?”

“If you take the outer ring road, I think it will take about 50 minutes to get there.”

Was what I was worried about for nothing?

Then I thought it was time to put a leash around our Baekjeong Maru temple’s neck.

No matter what you say, human stories begin with love and hate between family members.

“Really? Then I’ll just smell the ginseng and come back, so I guess that’s what happened. So that I don’t get bored in the middle, if you call me, tell me to come back later.”

“yes.”

Manager Hong walked forward, whistling.

4 workshops working on pigs.

This was a place where they drained the blood and removed the entrails from freshly slaughtered pigs.

Pigs hanging on hooks and bleeding.

Steam rose from the pig’s intestines poured into a red basket.

In one corner, filled with the smell of blood, a camera was on standby.

There was a plastic-covered mattress underneath, with bright lights and sound microphones installed as if filming a movie.

A group of muscular men were looking at the ginseng with sinister eyes. One was sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, another was curling his fingers and inserting and removing his index finger, and another was bouncing his hips.

It was a funny sight when seen from afar, but for Naru, seeing it in person was just horrifying.

‘Mom. Dad.’

It was just Naru with tears flowing down her face. Why on earth? What did I do wrong?

The Southeast Asian laborers, draining the blood and removing the intestines, glanced at the ferry and giggled.

They all looked like demons from hell.

“You’re here. The settings are perfect.”

The big guys who had been teasing Naru straightened their backs as if nothing had happened and then bent their backs at a 90 degree angle.

“Yeah- yeah- The atmosphere is good. The setting is also good. It’s the kind of atmosphere where a good piece of work can come out. What do you think? It’s nice to see fresh ginseng, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

Naru mumbled with tears and snot running down her face.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

Manager Hong said with a sly smile, as if he had heard the small mumbling.

“Why is it like this? Why is it like this?”

“······.”

“There’s a reason. We wouldn’t do this for no reason. Samyang.”

Naru was very curious as to why she had to suffer such a terrible fate.

Whatever the reason, please just let me out of here. Whoever it is. Please.

As if he had read Naru’s thoughts, Manager Hong brought his face closer.

If you come a little closer, the ball will touch the ball.

“We didn’t want to do this either. We really didn’t. Are we crazy enough to spend time and money doing this? Those guys over there are paying their rent.”

“······.”

“So we said we would do our best with a gentlemanly, business-like mindset, but Hamaru just threw away his family and everything.”

“!”

“Yeah. You know that. She reported Mrs. Oh Mi-ye for taking some medicine. Wow, I thought that was really great. Usually, when a mother takes some medicine, she talks to her mother about why she took the medicine, and what she’s going to do in the future. Isn’t that how you show love for your family and country? But Hamaru is just a jerk. If he had called 119, the cops would have been contacted right away, but he just reported it. So what happened? The ill-tempered cop smelled it? Did Hamaru not know that the cop would be involved?”

“······!”

“Of course you knew. You reported it anyway. Then what are we going to do after you report it? Of course we’re going to look for our families and everything. You reported it anyway. You’re so cold-blooded. You’re so cold-blooded. That guy named Hamaru.”

Manager Hong whispered in Naru’s ear.

“What can we do? The situation has come to this. We, who are powerless, have to find our principal and do that.”

Tears welled up in Naru’s eyes again.

“So don’t blame us. Honestly, this situation right now is all your brother’s fault.”

Hib-

“Yeah, Hamaru. It’s your brother’s fault.”

Hib-

Ugh-ugh-ugh

“Hey- It’s okay. It’s okay- Our Sansam is going to suffocate. If Hamaru doesn’t get carried away and listens well, it’ll end well and smoothly, but···.”

“······.”

“If you say you’re going to hide your face no matter what happens to cute Sansami, then what? Here, pretty Sansami is waiting with you and me, and with those strong-looking guys, we’re going to film a fun and intense movie for a long time. That’s what’s going on.”

On the side where Manager Hong gestured, there was a pig with its intestines removed.

Hehehehehehehehehehe

Under the gradually brightening lights, the camera turned towards Naru.

Manager Hong said with a smile.

“Okay, our pretty Sansam. If you have anything to say to Oppa Maru, feel free to say it.”

It’s a matter of the account.