Rust - Chapter 27



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RUST-27

This incident should have clearly marked him as a traitor to the organization.

It was clear that both my parents and Naru would become targets of the organization. In that case, it would be right to leave Korea and go to Japan as quickly as possible.

Maru disappeared from Korea, so what’s the point of taking Maru’s family hostage? Whether you threaten them or whatever, the target is not in Korea and there’s no way to contact them.

It wasn’t an organization that was so leisurely that it would hold onto the Maru family because their toes were ticklish when there was no evidence or anything. It wasn’t like they would scrub their toes with a sponge because they were itchy.

A detective would feel indebted to him for this incident. So if Maru asks for his family and mentions that the organization might be targeting Maru’s family, he will keep an eye on them.

Here, with the police on edge after a mass shooting and the gangsters being slaughtered in a shooting spree, and even the SWAT and anti-terrorism units ‘trying to get caught’, the organization is messing with the Maru family?

A detective is protecting him? If the organization touches the Maru family, it will surely be like stirring up a beehive.

Maru thought he could indirectly protect his family by using that detective, but his mind was set on something.

If the organization had made up their mind to do something about it, it would have been impossible for Maru to protect her parents. Wasn’t it an organization that had operatives in the police and had a line drawn up even by those above them?

They were so sophisticated that they could burn hundreds of billions of dollars. Even when I got in a taxi, it was a kidnapping and confinement taxi. Are the hospitals and nursing homes run by those guys normal?

Maru admitted that he was incapable of protecting his family.

What about revenge then?

I was confident about that. No matter how long it took or how much I had to do, I was confident that I would get revenge. If they harmed my parents or Naru, I would wipe out all of their relatives, including their eighth cousins.

Maru headed towards where Kim Yang was while thinking about this and that.

Korean Restaurant Charcoal Grilled Beef

Isn’t this place expensive? Before Corona, they said you had to make a reservation to get in?

Isn’t that famous place that just got a Michelin star?

But people were circling around and taking pictures of something with their cell phone cameras.

what?

Maru looked again at the places and people that the location tracking app had shown. They were definitely right.

There were a lot of people gathered around the Korean restaurant’s charcoal-grilled beef and large windows.

The people who are making noise,

People from young to very old were holding up their cell phones.

“Wow, you are truly blessed.”

“Wow, this is really mouth-watering.”

“It seems like I’m eating really slowly, but it’s already 8 servings.”

“Really? A 150g serving of tuna sirloin costs 80,000 won, and a 180g serving of ribs costs 60,000 won. That’s enough for 8 people?”

“Even if we split it half and half, if you take 320,000 won for 4 servings of sirloin and 240,000 won for 4 servings of galbisal, that’s a total of 560,000 won. I burned 560,000 won on one meal by myself.”

“But I just ordered two more servings.”

“Then 10 servings.”

“Crazy. Money is money, but you’re saying you ate 1.65kg of sirloin and ribs?”

“Woman? She’s crazy.”

“Aren’t you a professional mukbang fan?”

“There’s no one like that on Newtube mukbangs?”

“You really eat well. You eat meat so devoutly. I feel blessed just watching you eat.”

“It feels sacred even though it is so noisy.”

“Yeah, at the Korean Pavilion, if you eat 10 servings of Hanwoo all by yourself, you should show that level of aura.”

Maru pushed his way through the crowd outside and went inside. It was an old building, but it was a clean store.

I looked outside to see where people were looking and saw a familiar short haircut.

The way he chewed slowly while tucking his slightly flowing short hair behind his ear. Even though he chewed slowly, the meat seemed to melt and disappear, and the way it went down smoothly like drinking water felt like some kind of magic.

ha ha ha?

Maru was dumbfounded at the sight of Kim Yang drinking meat.

A dedicated staff member was assigned to Kim Yang, who took care of the charcoal fire, replaced the grill, and even grilled the meat, so Kim Yang just diligently moved the meat to her mouth with her chopsticks.

I was really angry, but thinking about it again, it wasn’t something to get angry about. Wasn’t it just Kim Yang taking the aggro that Maru had been drawing?

‘Is it good?’

It wasn’t a mukbang, but since she was filming a mukbang, if it was uploaded as a Newtube video, the organization would predict and tighten its grip on Ms. Kim’s location and range of activity, and it was clear that they would immediately target Ms. Kim, whose current location was exposed.

Didn’t those people take pictures of Ms. Kim because she permitted them to do so or because she tacitly agreed to it?

Maru felt hungry as the stuffy feeling in his stomach eased. Maru also hadn’t eaten properly until now.

“Here, charcoal grilled ribs for five people, an extra-large galbijjim, and some plain rice.”

Maru relaxed as he looked at the back of Kim Yang’s short hair.

‘Yes, eat a lot. Eat a lot. Eat a lot to have plenty. To have strength and no regrets, you have to eat a lot to run.’

Maru also slowly started eating.

‘This place is really delicious. It’s authentic.’

They say that the Korean restaurant’s charcoal-grilled beef is incredibly famous, but the charcoal-grilled short ribs were also really good.

Crunch crunch

Eat it wrapped in lettuce, eat it as is with oil sauce, eat it with garlic and green pepper,

The galbijjim was also a delicacy. This place had potatoes, pumpkins, carrots, lotus roots, walnuts, pine nuts, ginkgo nuts, chestnuts, and sweet potatoes, which was unusual. But the amount of meat was not small. It was large enough to serve 6~7 people.

Maru also started deleting the galbijjim slurp.

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While he was eating absentmindedly, Maru felt uncomfortable about something.

The taste of Korean beef was the best. Why would it be uncomfortable?

‘Is it because you don’t eat what Miss Kim eats?’

So I ordered two more servings of Kim Yang’s sirloin. But something didn’t feel right. I should have been comfortable because I thought Kim Yang would be the one causing trouble, but something kept making me feel uncomfortable.

Maru slowly ate the sirloin he ordered later and wondered why. Was it because he was using Ms. Kim as a meat shield for aggro? Was it too much of a conscience? A conscience?

Didn’t you and Ms. Kim exchange bullets and sashimi around lunchtime today, saying, “You die. Just die.”

If Kim Yang-do wasn’t involved in money or an organization, she would shoot Maru in the face at any moment. So there’s no reason to feel uncomfortable about giving her aggro.

Maru scratched his cheek and ate the sirloin. It was delicious. It was tasty, but Maru liked the braised short ribs or charcoal-grilled short ribs better.

‘Oh my gosh, what’s so unsettling? It’s unsettling. It’s dirty.’

Something felt dirty. Suddenly, I saw Ms. Kim using chopsticks. Using chopsticks with her left hand.

The scene where he fought with Kim Yang came to mind. The scene where he twisted his right arm with sashimi stuck in it came to mind vividly. Maru’s eyes turned to Kim Yang’s right arm. A cast full of holes came into view. A colorful pink cast.

‘So, you had your right arm treated at a hospital run by that organization, Gibbs?’

In the case of gunshot wounds or deep stab wounds, regular hospitals would immediately report it to the police. So they said they would go to a hospital run by an organization and get treatment.

The dirty feeling stirred. My heart pounded, and the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger.

The association that started with companies, hospitals, and casts suddenly led to taxis, location tracking, and detective Ahn.

Miss Kim was injured and went to the organization’s hospital.

They say the organization just treated Ms. Kim, but would an organization like that just treat her and leave it at that?

How could Ms. Kim, who was perfectly healthy, come here half-crippled? It was obvious that she wouldn’t have been able to explain the circumstances properly.

The association of the floor continued. And at the end of it,

Detective Ahn. Location tracker.

“Fuck!”

Maru put down the chopsticks he was eating with and looked around.

CCTV location. Okay. Only the back of my head was captured. There’s nothing I can do about the footage I got when I came in.

It was difficult to identify him as Maru since he was wearing a mask and horn-rimmed glasses.

Maru started writing on a napkin.

-I’ll pretend to be hunting-

-You just followed me, like you were being hunted and didn’t know what to do-

-Nod your head no matter what I say. Pay for mine with your card.-

-Please use card instead of cash-

-Please, do as I say. Don’t ask questions. Just go out and talk.-

-Read the napkin and put it in your pocket right away-

-Or I’ll just go.-

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Miss Kim was simply happy.

The vivid emotion of life. That’s the taste.

I was so angry that I snapped at Baekjeong Maru. How refreshing it was to pour out what I had been holding in my heart.

With the comfort of Hanwoo Topple added to that, the stuffy feeling was completely lifted.

Until I saw the napkin suddenly shoved in.

‘What’s wrong with that little punk coming all the way to where I’m eating?’

He even asks me to pay for my own meals. With a card. No questions asked.

I ate well and had fun, but I felt bad.

Kim Yang put down her chopsticks with a clank and glared at Maru, who held out a napkin.

An indifferent look. Just indifferent. Or a look that said, “No.”

Ms. Kim looked at the napkin again. The words “just go” were at the end.

‘He may be a butcher’s son, but he’s a capable kid.’

Just saying let’s go meant to cut it off here.

What about money? It’s a bit disappointing that I don’t need the money, but it’s not like I need it to the point where I’m going to die right away.

It’s dirty, but if you go to China and work, you can earn enough to live, and whether the company pursues you or not, if you go to the US, go to Mexico, change your status, and go to South America, that’s not so bad either.

But Baekjeong Maru was different from me. He didn’t even know where to create status, and he was the one who said he would create status for his family. So he suddenly broke up? Was there another connection besides me? He was an ordinary person?

Is something serious happening?

Didn’t you bring any cash?

But why do you want me to pay with a card?

If you ask for it, I’ll give it to you. How much could that little bastard have eaten?

Although all sorts of thoughts were welling up in her mind, Ms. Kim decided to go along with Maru’s rhythm, thinking, “I’m a cool girl.”

Ms. Kim got up quietly and went to the checkout counter.

“Please calculate that person’s bill as well.”

The old man responded with a broad smile.

“That one too. Oh, thank you. It came out to 1.95 million won. I’ll deduct 50,000 won and pay you 1.9 million won.”

‘Huh? 1.95 million won? 1.9 million won?’

Ms. Kim was momentarily embarrassed. How much did I eat? I ate 10, no, 12 servings.

“The customer paid 480,000 won for 6 servings of sirloin, 360,000 won for 6 servings of galbi-sal, so it’s 840,000 won. The person who said they would pay together paid 5 servings of charcoal-grilled ribs, 5 servings of extra-large 350g ribs, 500,000 won, 450,000 won for 6-7 servings of extra-large galbi-jjim, and 160,000 won for 2 servings of sirloin, so it’s 1.11 million won. The total for the two of you is 1.95 million won, but I will deduct 50,000 won, so you pay 1.9 million won.”

Miss Kim held out her card with a blank expression. With a beep, the old man smiled broadly and politely held out the card with both hands.

“thank you.”

“Ah- yes.”

Kim Yang also politely took the card back.

Maru paid no attention to the skit between Miss Kim and the owner’s grandfather and wrote on a napkin.

It’s still speculation, but if it’s true that Kim Yang had a location tracker attached to her cast, did they only have a location tracker? Even one detective had a wiretap, a location tracker, and three cameras attached to him?

What the fuck.

I gave a napkin to Ms. Kim, who nodded as she received the card and politely received the receipt with both hands with an expression that said, “Is this reality?”

-Go into the Starbucks in front of me, order a drink, and wait-

-I’ll be out for a bit-

-If you have something to ask right now, don’t say anything and just do as I say-

-If there’s a problem, escape on your own, and don’t call, only text-

After reading the writing on the napkin, Ms. Kim’s expression hardened and she began to sweat profusely.

It’s a matter of the account.