Rust - Chapter 32



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RUST-32

Hallway of the Charlotte Hotel in Jeju.

Bloody traces remained here and there, like screams.

The heat of blood, flesh, and broken bones filled the hallway, making it clammy.

“Hey, the yakuza are the yakuza. They get robbed like punks and still hold on to their shit?”

Director Kim took off his work gloves stained with blood and flesh, twisted his neck left and right, and turned his shoulders. His neck turned naturally without a snapping sound. His shoulder joints also moved well. His joints felt refreshed after he cooled down.

“I understand why they brought the yakuza from Charlotte and tried to multi-task.”

“······.”

Director Kim felt his head spinning as if his stress had been relieved.

“But you know, if I hadn’t brought a bunch of kids, and only brought one or two teams, it would have been us who suffered, right?”

“Yes.”

The information officer, who had taped up the broken part of the glasses and asked when they were fixed, nodded in agreement. It was definitely true. If Director Kim hadn’t brought a bunch of kids because he was harassing Ms. Kim, it would have been dangerous if there had been an argument.

“Couldn’t Ms. Kim, who knows the moving units of the company employees, not have known that?”

“What do you mean?”

Director Kim chuckled.

“That bitch was trying to trap us while we were chasing her. This hotel is nice, right? It’s soundproof, easy to clean up even when dozens of people are staying, and it’s easy to control people because of Corona. Isn’t it great?”

“······.”

It certainly was. Without baiting, even if he were there, it was a battlefield that was favorable for Kim Yang. A silenced pistol would not have made any noise outside the hotel.

Kim Yang, who thought he would die if he was caught there, went wild while setting off bombs and grenades? It was terrifying just thinking about it. Whether it was casualties or the aftermath.

“It’s good that we didn’t see any of that nonsense and rampage, but isn’t it also possible that Ms. Kim was trying to use the yakuza to get around us? That’s a problem. If Charlotte and the yakuza are connected… Charlotte could be Ms. Kim’s backer. Isn’t that a possibility?”

“······.”

“Isn’t that right? So, just as we tried to catch you by using Ms. Kim as bait, you tried to strike the company by using Ms. Kim as bait. Like this.”

“Certainly. It’s hard to just pass by.”

“This is going to be fun.”

“······.”

On one floor, only the yakuza and Kim Yang were occupying rooms.

There are so many empty rooms due to the coronavirus pandemic, but they put a room for a woman to stay alone on the same floor as a yakuza?

If you didn’t include it, the woman would have booked a room on that floor.

I chose this floor out of the 17 floors of the hotel and booked a room right next to where the yakuza were staying. Then I had a carrier containing a location tracker delivered to my room.

The yakuza who opened the door to the guest room and rushed out as if they had been waiting for me to shout something were really smart.

Director Kim’s sly smile grew wider.

A silent smile. The corners of her lips grew longer and longer.

“Director Kim, you have to leave now to make it to your flight reservation time.”

“Okay. You take care of this. To Director Yoo… I guess I should break it.”

Will this idea really break if I say it? Could it be that Kim Yang has been working with Charlotte? So, if you look at it more broadly, Charlotte is trying to bring in the yakuza to destroy Multi, and there’s also the possibility that she’s teaming up with Crystal, who’s been poking around here and there lately, and is targeting the company. Is that really possible?

“Ah- it’s been quiet for a few years, maybe two years? It was about time for something big to happen.”

As Director Kim was about to get up from the sofa, an employee came running in from outside, out of breath.

“Director Kim. I found a woman who looks like Ms. Kim.”

“What? Is it true?”

“Team 2 went to check right now.”

“If it’s Miss Kim, then two teams can do it as one···.”

Director Kim, who was about to say that a team of four was not enough, cursed, “Fuck.”

You brought the rest of the kids down to Jeju Island?

“Oh shit – this is what happens here.”

What if the scenario is real? What if Charlotte is behind Kim Yang? There were only two properly functioning special forces divisions. One of them almost completely came down to Jeju Island. What is Kim Yang trying to do by feeding her? No, what are Charlotte and Crystal aiming for?

“Ah- shit. The situation is for real.”

I don’t want to feed Lee Ki -young, but I knew this information, but I was really fucking if I caught my mouth to take care of the rice bowl.

The information officer, seeing Director Kim’s expression change to something like a madman, gave a soft recommendation.

“Just think about it while you’re going to the airport.”

“Yeah. Ah- This is driving me crazy.”

“Even though it’s unfortunate, I think it would be better to contact Director Yoo. The kids said they were suspicious, but it might not be Ms. Kim. Even if it’s really Ms. Kim, Team 2 alone can’t handle it. If you want to find out who’s behind her, you have to catch her alive, but isn’t it realistic to capture Ms. Kim? It might be unfortunate, but I think it would be better to just let it go.”

The information officer made a meaningful expression.

Director Kim also seemed to understand what that expression meant, as his frown that had been so crumpled seemed to have cleared up a bit.

If Kim is, he will be able to miss the baby’s power.

It’s obvious that if you just replace the employees and hold them back, your performance will drop. If you keep trying to do something half-heartedly, you’ll get a hole drilled in your head.

How much trouble did he have to put on bulletproof vests and other equipment to capture Ms. Kim? Even if the information was passed on to Director Lee right away, would he be able to approach Ms. Kim without the bulletproof vest and other equipment?

“Well, I think it’s okay. If we’re the only ones who are clean, that won’t look good either. I’ll report to Director Yoo, so just take care of things here and come up right away.”

“yes.”

Director Kim patted the information officer on the stomach.

“Fuck. You should have done this earlier. Hey- I’ll go first.”

“Please come up.”

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After stuffing the gun and bullets into her backpack, Kim Yang, who was wearing a bullet-proof vest, spoke naturally.

“I’m just washing up and going out.”

You said you were doing something just now, and it just turned into washing.

[Is it taking a long time? It’s a bit difficult to keep the detectives standing at the entrance.]

So what?

Ms. Kim snorted. Whether she’s a real detective or not, she’s talking about a women-only motel?

If the detectives were men, they should have stopped them. What are you going to do with them?

“It takes me a while to wash, so even if I wash quickly, it will probably take 30 to 40 minutes. I also have to wash and dry my hair.”

Mr. Kim inspected the pistol.

Clank-

The slide of the Walther P22 moved smoothly. The magazine also went in and out smoothly.

It was a good habit to take care of my firearms as soon as I woke up in the morning.

Kim Yang had four guns, two on each side of her waist and two between her armpits, and ten magazines hanging from her belt vest. Although they were light Walther P22s, four guns with ten magazines were definitely heavy.

Originally I only used two, but since my right arm can’t change the magazine quickly, what can I do? I have no choice but to shoot with more guns.

[Can you just put a towel on your head and come out for a moment? It might make other people uncomfortable.]

Ms. Kim ignored it for a moment.

“I’m foaming right now. I’ll wash up quickly and go out. Tell them to wait a moment.”

The longer you wait, the better.

Ssuk- I checked the photos and aerial photographs of the surrounding area that Kim Yang had taken on her phone.

It also helped to get into the habit of always checking my route.

Where are you going? You said you were going to find a boat.

Since I was going to move anyway, it was better to shorten the distance.

Miss Kim repeatedly wrote and erased messages such as, “Where is it?”, and “I found the boat.”

If I tell you the situation now, won’t you just throw me away? But I had to tell you the situation anyway. I didn’t want to hide it for nothing and then bang! bang! The ending was a no-no.

[I feel like I’m being chased.]

Ms. Kim hesitated whether to send the text or not. She pressed send.

The text confirmation mark disappeared and a reply came right away.

[Where?]

[He, the gositel he got to get guns and bullets]

Ms. Kim timidly made excuses about guns and bullets.

[Where is it? Location.]

The text was stiff. You son of a bitch. Miss Kim glared at the text and pulled her hat down hard.

[Yeongdeungpo]

[Is it close to Yeongdeungpo Station?]

[5 minutes by taxi? 10 minutes even if it’s crowded?]

As soon as Kim Yang’s text was read, a reply arrived.

[No, it’s not a taxi. Never take a taxi. Take public transportation. Take the train to Busan.]

[I told you I was being chased.]

Something just didn’t feel right.

[I took out the wiretapping device and location tracker. You can just ignore them.]

[I’m being chased.]

Shouldn’t you at least give them some hints on how to escape, how to evade pursuit, or at least cheer them on? Do you really need to ask them for help?

[This is Busan.]

So you’re saying I can’t help you with this and should figure it out on my own?

Miss Kim wore a mask and carried a backpack.

[Do it yourself?]

[okay.]

[Caught but Don’t]

OK.

Not my responsibility.

It’s all the Baekjeong’s fault.

The sea of ​​blood in Seoul is all Baekjeong’s fault

It’s all Baekjeong’s fault that company employees go to the goal

Let Baekjeong take all the resentment.

I guess I’ll have to take out a couple of grenades too.

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A female manager who appeared to be in her early 30s was blocking the large men at the entrance to the hallway.

“No, detective, I told you not to come in here. This is a women-only motel, so men are not allowed in.”

“There might be a culprit, so are you interfering with the investigation now?”

The manager pressed the intercom while sweating profusely. He said he would wash up in 30 minutes, but he still hadn’t come out. Could room 1102 really be the culprit? A small, innocent-looking woman with short hair came to mind. What kind of crime did she commit that three large detectives were blocking the entrance?

If it was the Nagayo side, a female police officer would have come, but since it was a male detective, it was a violent criminal? Drugs? The manager let his imagination run wild. With the large men blocking the hallway, complaints poured in from customers. The intercom went off.

[They’re not just men, they’re detectives.]

[There is someone to investigate.]

Things got worse. Isn’t there a criminal dangerous enough to have detectives come looking for him? Several people were already screaming for refunds.

[No, it’s not like he’s been confirmed as a criminal. We’re just investigating···.]

The manager, unable to bear the torrent of complaints, pressed 1102 again.

Tiring- tiring- tiring- tiring-

The intercom wasn’t answered. The man who had been watching silently stuck his face out toward the manager.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to kill time?”

“Huh? Are you wasting time?”

The manager felt like fainting when he saw the man, who already had a bad temper, frowning.

Regardless, the man who had his torso halfway inside pressed the intercom redial button. The number 1102 appeared on the LCD.

“Room 1102.”

The two men behind him nodded and entered the hallway without a sound. The women in the laundry room started screaming and making a fuss.

‘I’m screwed.’

It was certain that it would be cut. The manager closed his eyes.

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dripping-

“Police. Mr. Kim Hee-young, please come out for a moment.”

Boom-boom-

“I know Mr. Kim Hee-young is inside. Please open the door.”

There was no response.

The man who had been knocking on the door exchanged glances with the man following him.

Nod.

A large man kicked the doorknob with his foot.

Boom! Boom! Crunch!

The door burst open with a crash, the door frame and doorknob shattered.

The moment the man waiting next to me entered the room, holding a taser gun in one hand and half-covering his face with the other arm, relying on his bulletproof vest, I reflexively screamed at the low noise and the terrible pain I felt.

Boom! Boom!

Kkwack

The man fell forward with bullets lodged in his calf and knee joints, and all he could see was the muzzle of a gun. Kim Yang, who was hiding in the gap between the long mattresses of the bed, was aiming the gun at the man’s head.

“Ah··· sleep···”

Boom!

It’s a matter of the account.