Rust - Chapter 17



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RUST-17

Miss Kim, who had a bad complexion like someone suffering from severe constipation, hurried out of the examination room. The doctor looked at the back of Miss Kim’s head and fiddled with his cell phone. He could tell that this was something that would happen if he did this kind of work.

‘What kind of initiation ceremony was it?’

If she had been a little careless, Ms. Kim would have become a cripple. Well, there were cases where people became cripples or died during their initiation ceremony. It was even more so when they were about to rise from the shadows to the light. At that time, Ms. Kim was the person that Manager Hong had managed to get from China.

Kim Yang was a woman with a blind side, perhaps because she had not received proper education. Among the people in the company, she had an overwhelming talent for guns. In a practical shooting where you move and run while shooting, she could even beat the professional team’s pistol and air gun players.

The company had people who were special forces, mercenaries, and Southeast Asians who had killed people with guns. When I first saw Ms. Kim eight years ago, when I gave those guys who were struggling a place and told them to sort out the hierarchy, five of them who were after Ms. Kim became guests who would never return.

The sight of a teenage girl in her mid-teens killing five armed adult men, five beasts who had been through real combat and were accustomed to killing and raping, by shooting them in the head, heart, and liver was unrealistic. That was eight years ago.

After that, in the shootout with the Russian mafia in the underground club in Busan, Ms. Kim showed overwhelming power. The company fully supported Manager Hong, who scouted Ms. Kim, and as a result, was able to recruit outstanding talents such as Director Choi and Director Baek.

The number of people who were disabled by Director Choi and Director Baek alone exceeded three digits. What about Ms. Kim? She was sent straight to the crematorium. Although Ms. Kim had a bit of a stupid problem, the moment she picked up a gun, she was a woman who literally became a hunter.

Sticking a knife into the back of such a woman, and rendering her right arm, which holds the gun, almost paralyzed… Is that possible? In the first place, it’s a gun and a knife. Of course, it’s common sense that the gun wins. But can a knife-wielder beat a gun-wielder? And without getting hurt?

I don’t know how he half-killed Miss Kim, but it was clear that Manager Hong had done it again.

The doctor debated whether or not to call.

[Emergency Surgery Professor Ahn Ji-seong, please come to the operating room.]

“This damn hospital won’t give you a break. It won’t give you a break.”

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Maru opened the door of the company truck. It was a refrigerated and frozen distribution vehicle. A 2.5-ton truck. It had to be big enough to carry all sorts of things. Since it was Saturday, there were a few empty trucks. Maru chose one that was full of gas.

‘The CCTV security room has been cleaned up.’

I was worried that the security office would notice, but fortunately, it was handled easily. The voice files extracted from Director Choi and Manager Hong’s cell phones did the trick. Japan saved the files on CD-ROMs, but Korea saved them on servers and even backed them up as cloud files.

The security guards uploaded and deleted the porn they were watching on servers and in the cloud repeatedly, but it was hard to feel at ease because there were rumors that there were experts who could recover such videos.

Still, I thought it was better than not doing it, so I kept raising and deleting the floor. Even if I restored it, only Director Choi’s cosplay image would remain on the CCTV, so I thought I did what I could.

‘There really are a lot.’

They also emptied the empty truck of cash from the safe.

After filling up the money, I searched through the office desk and cabinets. Not only Ms. Kim had a gun, but Manager Hong also had a Glock. If you add up the spare magazines and cases, there were 10 magazines and over 300 rounds of ammunition for Ms. Kim and Manager Hong.

Japanese sword? Katana? There was something like that. It was a knife from an American cold weapon brand called Cold Weapon. So it was a subtle knife that was an American brand but a Chinese-made Japanese sword.

Ting-

Maru flicked the blade with his finger. A clear sword sound rang out. It was a carbon steel blade. It was made in China, so its reliability was questionable, but since it was an American brand, quality control would have been conducted to some extent. The curve of the Japanese sword, which was specialized for cutting, was not bad.

Maru swung his sword in the air a few times. The sound of Maru’s brute force and the sword combining was terrifying.

It wasn’t a whoosh-whoosh- sound, but a sound like air was being cut. It was a pik- pik- sound.

Inside the ordinary cabinet were various equipment such as bulletproof and anti-knuckle suits, special gloves, and special shoes with reinforced insteps and toes with steel plates. There was so much special forces-related equipment that it seemed as if they were trying to train private soldiers in the 21st century. Maru did not hesitate and packed the equipment.

Maru had gathered everything he needed in about an hour. Now, it was time to go to Workshop 4.

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As I opened the slightly open sliding door to the fourth studio, the smell of death wafted in.

A pungent, sticky smell. The entire workshop was a sea of ​​blood.

“Whoa-wook- woosh- what is this-”

“Officer, don’t vomit here. Go outside and vomit.”

A detective instinctively put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. The smell of blood could not be neutralized even by the smell of cigarettes. It was as if the space was filled with a red fog of blood.

World Livestock rushed to the scene after receiving an anonymous tip from a public phone. It was suspected to be a World Group money laundering company.

“Fuck. This is a headache.”

“Ugh, Detective Han, what happened here?”

A detective’s eyes scanned the scene. The main weapon used was a firearm. The men who did this killed nine people with guns. All of them were headshots. Whether it was out of resentment or a grudge, they shot them twice in the head.

“I guess we were enemies. Something like a grudge.”

“But still, how can a person… Just shoot the head. Their eyes will meet.”

“Yeah, that’s right. I guess a few people might be able to do that, but this is a bit much.”

“Right? They say that if you kill someone while looking them in the eye, you’re not in your right mind.”

At the officer’s words, the detective extinguished his cigarette butt and lit another one.

“That’s true, but there are nine corpses in front of you. Even with guns, they wouldn’t have done something so openly, even if it was a fight between organizations. Did they kidnap your lover?”

“Are you my lover?”

“Yeah. Look over there. Over there.”

In the direction that the detective pointed, there was a filming device, a light, and a plastic-covered mattress. If you had a lover and filmed a video of Mount Fuji erupting, it wouldn’t have been impossible for the other person to go crazy. Be it a lover, a family member, or a close relative.

“Ah, you gangsters. Seriously.”

The officer frowned.

“The angry opponent brought the kids and wiped everything out, and left the scene as revenge. That was my first thought···.”

A detective stepped outside again. The CCTVs he had seen when he came in. There were almost no blind spots in the CCTVs that were installed all around the entrance. The front door was also an electronic key type door. There were CCTVs installed outside the front door as well.

“Why don’t you check from the inside? The forensic team will arrive in 30 minutes.”

“First, let’s start with the security office. We need to secure the CCTV footage. I think this is too big for our department to handle on its own.”

This officer also nodded at the detective’s words.

“First of all, we should go towards controlling the reporters, right?”

“Yeah. They’re going to be a total mess with guns, but we have to stop them until the order comes from above. Those crazy bastards are going to shoot guns and make a mess in Korea. They’ll just keep doing what they always do and use iron pipes on sashimi.”

“Oh, really- this is going to be an emergency. Mass murder with guns. This is going to be a real bomb if it gets in the media.”

The incident was so big. The local police station where the incident occurred couldn’t just sit by and do nothing, and if more people knew about it, it was obvious that the media would sniff it out.

“Hey you fucking kids. Why are you guys who always talk shit behind my back talking shit in broad daylight?”

“Should I ask for support?”

“What should I do? I have to do it. If I do it after the forensic team comes, it’ll be a mess too. It’s really messy.”

A detective was smoking a cigarette. The officer looked to the side as if his eyes were burning.

“Hey- This is the end, so don’t look at it like that. Let’s check if there’s a basement like the report said.”

Hey- Shh- As I was about to re-enter the place that had become a sea of ​​blood, a curse came out of one of the detectives’ mouths.

The scene was gruesome even when viewed again. The moment he entered the workroom, a detective felt something was off. He reflexively turned around. CCTV was directed at the main entrance, driveway, and clean parking lot without a single trace of blood.

‘Fuck this.’

If the enemy organization was going on a rampage, the main entrance couldn’t have been untouched. A truck or something would have crashed in, and since there was CCTV, they would have responded immediately, so there should have been traces from the entrance. If not, it would have been normal for there to be some traces on the door of the workshop.

What if they locked the door and held out? What if the raided men reported it to the police or the organization and held out? It’s been a long time since the gangsters reported it to the police and called 119. It’s better than getting stabbed and killed. But they all died without even reporting it to the police? They all got hit before the organization came to help?

A detective took out a notebook.

1. No trace of main entrance. There is CCTV.

2. Clean access road. CCTV available.

3. The scene of the incident is clean. There is CCTV.

‘What if you opened the door from the inside?’

A detective stepped back inside from outside. A tingling sensation.

‘Not several. A solo crime?’

It was something like an intuition gained from working as a detective for many years.

‘Even though he was holding a gun, he killed all these people by himself? And the other party was also a gangster?’

Reason said it was impossible, but intuition said otherwise. Add one more person to the role of watchdog, either alone or from outside.

So, one detective had a feeling that he was the one who had created this mess.

First, one detective started to investigate based on his feelings.

I don’t know how, but the killer naturally opened the door from the inside. He shot the person who opened the door in the head with a gun, and then immediately shot the person next to him.

Without a single second of hesitation.

So, like this, a detective moved around like he was holding a gun in one hand.

The gun barrel of the criminal, which appeared to be an afterimage, moved. In the afterimage, the gun barrel fired and the bullet casings flew out.

One detective lowered his head. There were four 9mm shell casings lying around.

It seemed like the back of the criminal shooting a gun in a sea of ​​blood was being drawn.

The workroom was probably noisy at the time of the crime. And the sound of the silenced pistol the criminal used was probably not loud. He probably used a special silencer.

So the workshop would have been running continuously. With the rhythm of the chainsaw cutting off pig heads, the killer was killing people.

A detective walked as if he could see the criminal’s path. At the end of his footsteps was another body.

Foreign worker. A Southeast Asian man’s head was blown open and lying on the ground. There were two bullet casings. Two shots to the head. The perpetrator moved as if he was out for a walk.

‘How can this be?’

Until now, victims did not know they were going to die until just before they did.

‘No matter how well you conceal it. Ah- is it because of the environment?’

Pigs with their heads cut off and their intestines removed were hanging on hooks. The view must have been blocked, but they were using the pigs to move around, gradually cleaning up the victims from the outside, like peeling apples.

A noisy environment with the smell of pig blood and intestines. The culprit must have taken advantage of this.

The direction the criminal is moving is towards the filming location with the cameras and lighting equipment?

If the killer had killed the worker who was cutting the pig’s head, the sound of the gunshot would no longer have been hidden.

A chainsaw lying around, a dead body near the chainsaw.

‘You really were so persistent in shooting only the head.’

Now, the sound of gunshots could not be hidden. So what did the criminal do?

A detective looked around the area where the criminal had been standing. A scene of pigs hanging with their stomachs cut open. It was dark because the door was wide open. Is it really this dark in a workshop?

A detective suddenly looked up. The large light was broken. It was a workshop with large lights like those you see at baseball stadiums, so there weren’t many lights. That meant it was dark without even firing a few shots.

The closed space typical of a refrigerated workroom. The lights were broken, and the only remaining light was the camera light. Ultimately, the perpetrator would have been able to see the victims in the direction of the lights, and the victims would not have been able to properly see the perpetrator hiding in the darkness.

The corpses in the filming location were of members of a fairly strong organization, with signs of violent resistance here and there. The criminal also used more than three bullets to subdue one person.

A strange bullet hole was visible on the victim’s chest. There were bullet marks on his bulletproof vest.

‘Hollow Tan?’

It wasn’t just a simple hollow point bullet. The center of the bullet split into seven pieces and went through the bulletproof vest. It was a special bullet with the center of the bullet in the form of an armor-piercing bullet.

‘It does all sorts of things.’

One detective sighed involuntarily.

The killer hunted victims wearing bulletproof vests. He killed mainly those near the mattress. That means there was someone on the mattress that the killer was trying to save.

He shot at the person who tried to approach him. At that moment, the members of the organization on this side rushed at the criminal using the corpse as a shield. Judging by the number of bloody footprints, there were three of them. One detective seemed to see the afterimages of the members of the organization rushing at him while blocking the bullets with the corpse.

A detective’s gaze followed the afterimage.

“Oh my- fuck-”

It’s a matter of the account.