Rust - Chapter 31



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RUST-31

The unmanned hotel changed its accommodations obediently as Maru said.

Miss Kim, who had been dozing off, opened her eyes.

It was uncomfortable to sleep in a place with few guns. I missed my shelter full of guns, ammunition, grenades, and C4.

Ugh-

Kim Yang, who was stretching slightly, took out a pistol.

The Walther P22, a light and chunky .22 caliber pistol with a silencer, is cute and useful.

It has weak stopping power, but you can shoot two shots at a time. It has little recoil, so it’s perfect for situations like this where you have to shoot with your left hand.

Whoosh- whoosh-

Since you’re left-handed, get used to it a bit.

The left and right are subtle, but it’s OK for now.

It’s a bit upsetting…

It was definitely a bit uncomfortable to move up and down. It felt like my gallbladder was being blocked.

Is it because I overdid it yesterday while working? Or because I didn’t get enough sleep? I took my medicine, though.

In the past, I used to sleep soundly just holding a Chinese-made Tokarev Type 54, but I guess I’m full. Ms. Kim checked her cannon phone. It was 7:30 in the morning, but there was no call from Maru.

‘hungry.’

Yesterday, I ate 12 servings of Hanwoo Two-Pleats, but it was meaningless because I had a refreshing morning. That’s what life is like. When you empty it, everything becomes the same.

Disassemble, clean, oil and tighten the gun with utmost care.

Even though it was a familiar action, it took 30 minutes to service the Walter and Dragunov, perhaps because of the cast on my right arm. I only used one magazine, 20 rounds, yesterday. The ammo bag felt thinner.

‘If you go by boat, it’ll be okay even if your luggage is a bit heavy.’

I thought it would be a good idea to disperse about half of them as originally planned, and then load the other half onto a ship when it arrives.

Japan is a country with a collapse of public order and the gates of hell are open. If you think about collecting money or precious metals, you are bound to get bloody.

‘But why is it so late to contact you?’

Ms. Kim decided to get something to eat before the call came.

‘Burger Queen would be good for a light meal.’

Was there a 24-hour store nearby?

First, I need to eat, and then I need to gather the guns, bullets, explosives, and detonators that I have scattered in various places.

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Jeju Island. Charlotte Hotel.

The clock on the guest room wall showed 7:35.

bang!

The sound of leather cracking. A low kick rips the side of the sofa apart.

“You fucking bitch, you’re toying with me!”

Bam!

The 20-inch carrier slammed into the wall. It shattered and spewed out pieces of the cast wrapped in bubble wrap.

Director Kim Soo-hyun’s eyes sparkled.

“Hey! You fucking kids! What the hell are you doing, standing there like an idiot! Huh? What the fuck! Am I the only one who’s getting screwed? Am I the only one getting screwed? If I’ve been fooled, isn’t it your job to advise me and come up with a plan?”

The large men in dark suits kept their mouths shut and bowed their heads.

“Dogs-Lee Ki-young’s chewy bastards, what would you like to see me?”

“······.”

“You’re not going to answer? You still don’t get it? You don’t know what to do?”

“······.”

“Do I have to pick them all up one by one? There must be someone who delivered them to Incheon Airport by courier or parcel service, and there must be someone who accepted the delivery. Then, the location of where they accepted the items will be revealed, and you can’t even trace who received the items?”

“······.”

“What are all the kids left behind in Seoul doing? What the hell are they doing from the time they flew all the way to Jeju Island on the first flight to the last one, that they can’t even get one proper piece of information from me?

“······.”

The information officer cautiously raised his hand. Director Kim nodded and told him to speak.

“The card details and location used by Ms. Kim have been confirmed.”

“where are you?”

“I ate 1.9 million won worth of beef at the main branch of Hankookhanwoo Charcoal Grill in Gangbuk between 8 and 9 p.m…”

Pak-

A 500mL water bottle hit the information officer’s head and bounced back. The information officer, who had been staggering, regained his balance and stood upright.

Pak-

The water bottle flew back and broke the information officer’s glasses, causing a nosebleed.

“Are you saying that the mukbang video you just filmed counts as information? Are you kidding me right now? Aren’t you doing it right?”

While Director Kim was chasing the kids, several men in gowns appeared in the hotel hallway.

Tattoos peeking out from between the layers of clothing.

A feast of deep, dark green, red, and black that starts from the forearm and extends to the chest.

One of the men in the gown spoke in Japanese.

[Did you pay rent here?]

[Why are you so noisy? If you’re going to slaughter a pig, slaughter it outside.]

[What is the sound of slaughtering a pig in a public place in the morning? Don’t you know it’s a nuisance?]

[Let’s get some sleep. Or should I catch some piglets instead?]

Director Kim took off his glasses and asked the information officer who was wiping his nose.

“What are those motherfuckers talking about?”

“They said we paid the deposit, that we were making a lot of noise by slaughtering pigs in the morning, and that we should slaughter them outside or that they would slaughter them for us.”

What you can see through the gap in the middle is what looks like a yakuza tattoo. If yakuza kids come to Korea, they’ll just stay quiet… Director Kim’s lowered ignition point was on the verge of igniting.

“Hey, I’m feeling down and I have some time to spare before my flight. Should I blow off some steam?”

“Please be patient. This is the Charlotte Hotel.”

The information officer said that he saw Director Kim wearing special gloves that went up to his forearms when he worked.

“Charlotte, Charlot. If there were yakuza kids running around the hotel hallways and making a scene, there would be a solution.”

“Charlotte Group. It’s a Japanese company.”

It’s a combination of a Japanese company and the yakuza. Japan is in a state of scorched earth after a major earthquake. But they brought the yakuza into their own hotel? Director Kim snickered.

“Then I guess these kids came here to do multiplayer? If I didn’t know, I would have just left them alone, but the atmosphere is like this is definitely multiplayer. So you want me to just sit here and endure it?”

“Please be patient. At least report this to Director Yoo. If it’s Charlotte, she’s involved with Crystal’s kids.”

Director Kim’s smile darkened ominously.

“You fucking brat are you talking now? Turn around and try to get me to eat shit instead of stopping me? Do you think I’ll be scared and put up with it if you do that? Do you know my personality? You little brat, you’ve grown up so much.”

“······.”

Director Kim smiled and gently slapped the information officer’s face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t think about making me drink water with that spinning top. Think about getting things done.”

“······.”

The arm that had been slapping him naturally rose to the information officer’s shoulder and became his arm mate.

“Looking at these kids putting their weight behind the center, I think they came out because they wanted to vent their frustrations under the pretext of being noisy. What should I do? It doesn’t seem like the kind of atmosphere where I can quietly let it go just because I’m bowing down and our kids are kneeling and banging their heads.”

“At the very least, I should report the current situation to Director Yoo. I should also contact Charlotte before things get worse.”

Director Kim released his arm from his shoulder and nodded.

“Okay. You do that. First, you…. Interpret what I say.”

“yes.”

Director Kim said, tightening his work glove belt.

“존나 씹새끼들아, 주둥이만 털지 말고 1:1 한 판 뜨자. 지는 새끼는 시원하게 무릎 꿇고 개병신 되는 걸로. 쫄리면 나가 뒈지고. 쪼다 새끼들.”

“······.”

The information officer looked at Director Kim with a hazy expression as if to say, ‘How do I translate this?’

“Just do it roughly. Roughly. It’ll look bad.”

It was Director Kim, waving his hands and stretching.

‘They won’t openly commit murder in Korea either…’

This one is also just right for using chopsticks.

The moment Director Kim turned his waist and took the estimate.

The yakuza at the very front rushed in, as if the information officer had interpreted it well.

“Gonore!” (This kid!)

A powerful yakuza kick aimed at Director Kim, who is provoking you by turning his waist lewdly!

Using the recoil from turning the waist.

Director Kim fell to the side as he took a yakuza kick to the side while slightly pulling his left foot back.

Before the other person could even say anything, Director Kim dragged him to the floor and entangled the yakuza’s legs as if flowing water.

A Jiu-Jitsu heel hook done in an instant.

Before the panicked yakuza could even extend his arm, Director Kim twisted the yakuza’s knee.

Wagjak

Kkaaaaaaah!

Plop

Director Kim, who twisted and broke his knee and immediately broke his ankle ligament, got up as if a rubber band was snapping.

And stamping!

The feeling of something bouncy popping up came up through the insole.

“That’s the taste.” Director Kim cheered, feeling his stress relieved. That’s a good feeling.

And soccer kick!

Kwajik!

I took a soccer kick before the nice feeling wore off, but something felt wrong.

The screaming yakuza suddenly became quiet.

“!”

“!”

The yakuza lay there helpless, his knee and ankle ligaments shattered and his testicles burst, letting out a terrifying scream that was sure to terrify anyone who heard it.

“Hey- Hey- Does this kid have osteoporosis or something? Why is his neck so stiff?”

“You saw it? You all saw it too? Just a quick girl shot? I told you, that wasn’t me.”

Director Kim looked around the company’s employees and asked for their consent.

What kind of yakuza have no guts? Aren’t they the kind of guys who would get up right away even if their necks were broken?

The information officer lowered his voice as if he was talking to Director Yoo.

“I. Director Yoo. The situation just now became a code red. You need to send the follow-up team as well.”

After hearing that, Director Kim said to his employees with a look of frustration on his face.

“Hey- get everything sorted out. This is fucking messed up.”

The staff took out tasers, gas guns, and batons and rushed at the yakuza.

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Ms. Kim stopped by the gositel first.

The room was narrow, and the smell of fish sauce and sour kimchi was persistent, making it poisonous.

Miss Kim frowned without realizing it and put her mask back on.

When I opened the box, Glock, neatly wrapped in a plastic bag and bubble wrap, was smiling at Ms. Kim.

I want to take it out quickly, but what is blocking Glock and Kim Yang is a plastic bag soaked in stale kimchi juice. And the fish sauce wrapped around it.

“ah-”

Why did I do this? I told you that the Gositel manager and the manager wouldn’t let me open it.

Kim Yang seemed to be going crazy over the competition between the world’s strongest players, Frozen Kimchi and Canary Fish Sauce.

‘First of all, what should I do with the bag?’

I threw the Glock and the bag of ammunition into the bathroom/shower room attached to the room, and sprayed a lot of body cleanser to make some bubbles. When I thought the smell was going away a little, the intercom rang.

Beep-beep-beep-

[Room 1102, Mr. Hee-Young Kim. Is Mr. Hee-Young Kim there?]

The manager called Ms. Kim by her pseudonym.

Kim Yang tilted his head.

I looked at my watch. It was 8:30 in the morning. Does the general affairs manager have anything to call me at this hour?

“Yes. What are you doing now? What’s going on?”

The manager said with a troubled expression.

[There are people outside looking for Kim Hee-young.]

Kim Yang’s body reacted to the words, “The person you are looking for.”

I roughly opened the bag and stuffed the Glock, magazine, and bullets into my bag. I took a bit of the C4 that was hidden under the mat, put the detonator in, and stuck it on the right wall. When I signed the contract, I was told that the room on the right was empty.

Pain began to build up in my right arm, which had been torn and stitched up twice.

Kim Yang said to the manager while taking a painkiller.

“Isn’t there anyone coming to see me?”

[I have something to ask you since you are a detective···.]

“Are you a detective?”

I signed a contract yesterday under the alias Kim Hee-young, but a bunch of guys who call themselves detectives came to see me the next day?

No way.

I guess I need to take another pain reliever.

Kim Yang’s large, innocent eyes narrowed.

It’s a matter of the account.