"What did you say? You dare to defy me, haha! Deploy the rapid squad," Hyeong Jung said, clenching his hands tightly, while gesturing with his right hand to the side, pointing at his assistant behind him.
The assistant behind him pressed a button on the device Hyeong Jung had given her.
As she did so, she pulled a pistol from under her skirt, pointing it at Michael.
Michael remained calm.
He stood up, stretched his arms out, closed his eyes, and smiled happily, as if he had already won the match.
A sniper on top of the building pulled the trigger.
BAM!
A bullet from twenty meters away flew fast towards the back of Michael's head.
S No II, who was on alert, pulled the handle of his cane, drawing the katana hidden within.
He walked quickly behind Michael.
He reacted quickly, raising the katana and getting into a stance.
His eagle eyes tracked the bullet, then he sliced it with incredible precision.
Sling!
The bullet split in two, splitting in direction and hitting the wall.
Shards of glass scattered. S No II glanced sharply at the sniper on top of the building.
He pressed the device in his ear and said softly, "Coordinates No. 40, southwest, building top, one."
Michael opened his narrowed eyes and sneered.
"Hey, calm down. Is this your game, old man? Haha!"
Then he called out to his subordinates in front of the door.
"Come in," but there was no response.
The sound of gunshots could be heard from outside the room.
Hyeong Jung turned his head, a smile showing his golden teeth.
He sneered, "Is it only you who has them, low-level Mafia?"
Michael said to himself, 'I already predicted that you wouldn't just bring one. But realize, your daughter and wife are in my hands. Do you think I'm just bluffing?'
Then he took out a pistol from under his suit.
He pointed it at the female assistant who was standing beside Hyeong Jung, with an angry look, ready to shoot.
Michael sighed.
"Here, take the pistol. How disappointing," he said, then threw the pistol towards Hyeong Jung.
The pistol flew, then fell under his feet.
Michael sat back down calmly, leaning back, crossing his legs, and placing both hands on his thighs.
Seeing that, Hyeong Jung got angry.
He pointed his index finger at Michael.
"What do you mean, kid!"
He turned to his assistant then shouted, "Hurry, shoot him!"
His assistant pulled the trigger.
A hot lead bullet erupted from the silencer's muzzle, a puff of smoke following it, flying towards Michael who was smiling mockingly.
S No II turned quickly, slicing the tip of the bullet from top to bottom.
The bullet flew fifty centimeters from Michael's face.
The bullet turned downwards, hitting Michael's table.
Crack! The table was punctured.
S No II's katana stopped on the table.
He turned to the female assistant.
Sharp eyes full of intimidation emanated from behind his mask.
The female assistant had a look of fear on her face.
Her hand holding the pistol trembled, sweat flowing down her temples.
"What are you waiting for, shoot him! Hurry!" Hyeong Jung shouted, his eyes wide.
He mumbled to himself, 'Damn it! His subordinate is blocking me. Where did he get a subordinate like that? He's so strong, with just that thin sword he can block bullets so quickly. If he were my subordinate, I might have profited a lot.'
His assistant pulled the trigger, shooting in a rapid succession. BAM!
Bullets kept coming out ten times, until the pistol's magazine was empty.
The sniper on top of the building, who was about to pull the trigger again, was shot from the side.
The bullet hit his head, shattering it. The sniper was Michael's sniper who was in an apartment thirty meters away.
After that, Michael's sniper's subordinate said, "Target secured." While pressing the device in his ear, he gave the code to S No II.
He sighed, then disassembled the sniper rifle that used his magnum bullets, put it in a suitcase, and left the place.
Meanwhile, S No II blocked the bullets in a rapid succession, slicing ten times with horizontal and vertical movements.
Clang! The bullets scattered and fell to the floor.
Then Michael opened his mouth.
"Do you understand now, Hyeong Jung?"
Hyeong Jung gritted his jaw, then sighed.
He smiled cynically.
Meanwhile, the people in the building were in a panic.
The sound of many police car sirens could be heard below the building.
The police came out, carrying pistols, running into the building.
The others were evacuating the citizens.
Then Hyeong Jung sneered calmly.
"Hmph! Remember, you are in someone else's country. The situation will change soon. Haha!"
Suddenly, Michael's subordinates came into the room, opening the door violently.
The three subordinates looked tattered and bloody.
They pointed their pistols at Hyeong Jung who was standing.
Hyeong Jung turned his head, then said, "Dog subordinates, just the three of you can't even kill him. Pointlessly wasting time."
Then he grabbed the pistol that Michael had thrown earlier.
Michael smiled then said, "S No II, calm down. Let me handle this pig."
His left hand touched S No II's right hand holding the katana.
S No II responded, putting his katana back in its sheath, then glanced.
"Ready, My Lord."
He stepped back to his place when he blocked the bullets from Hyeong Jung's sniper.
Michael stood up, walking to face Hyeong Jung.
Both of his hands were in his pants pockets, then he shouted, "Shoot! Come on, shoot!"
Hyeong Jung didn't think twice.
He pulled the trigger of Michael's pistol.
Blupp! Blupp! Soap bubbles came out of the Glock's muzzle, flying into the air.
Everyone in the place was stunned.
Michael laughed out loud.
He wiped a small tear that flowed with his right hand.
"Pfft! HAHAH! How ridiculous!"
Hyeong Jung's face turned red, a mix of embarrassment and anger.
He shouted while throwing the pistol at Michael, "Damn you!"
Michael caught the pistol.
The people there held back their laughter.
S No II, who saw that, smiled from behind his mask.
He said to himself while looking at Michael who was laughing, 'My little brother, no, My Lord. You're the same as you were, often pranking people in tense situations.'
Then he pressed the listening device in his ear and mumbled softly, "Prepare the helicopter, bring it to the GPS point on this building's floor, quick."
He walked over, grabbed Michael's shoulder, then whispered, "The time has come."
The atmosphere quickly changed.
Hyeong Jung's assistant was held at gunpoint by Michael's three subordinates.
One of them said, "Don't move, drop your pistol. You too, put your hands up, pig!"
The female assistant threw her pistol onto the floor.
Reluctantly, the two of them raised their hands, but Hyeong Jung's facial expression still showed anger, like a Chihuahua dog.
Not long after, a helicopter came quickly, ahead of the police's movement.
The helicopter appeared behind the broken glass of the building, which was shattered by the sniper's bullet.
Before the police arrived, Michael and S No II walked towards the helicopter.
S No II sliced the glass. Crack!
The glass split, forming a doorway.
The helicopter door opened.
A person wearing military gear threw a rope bridge into the room.
Michael grabbed it along with S No II.
The three subordinates walked slowly while pointing their pistols at Hyeong Jung and his assistant.
They followed Michael, then also grabbed the rope bridge.
The helicopter flew upwards.
Those holding the rope hung on and climbed into the helicopter's door.
Before Michael went in, he sneered, "You're dead, haha!"
Leaving the two of them in the messy empty room, Hyeong Jung shouted, "You'll regret this, Michael!"
Not long after, the police came to evacuate them.
"Damn all of you, you're late, you idiots! You too, you dumb assistant," he sneered at the police and his assistant.
The helicopter that had gone high up sped away.
Michael, who was sitting in the back with his subordinates, took a device from under his suit then pressed a button.
BOOM! The room just now exploded and caught fire.
Many police were dead and seriously injured from the explosion.
Michael had deliberately exploded the room before the police could find any traces.
Previously, Michael had placed five hidden bombs: four in each corner, camouflaged inside pots, and one more bomb in the middle, right under the floor beneath Hyeong Jung's sofa table.
Back to Byeon Ji, who was walking around the mall with Mo Hana, Hyeong Jung's daughter.
"Does this look good on me, Oppa?" Mo Hana said, showing him the new clothes she was holding after changing in the dressing room.
The clothes looked feminine, yellow with a short skirt that showed her white, smooth thighs.
Seeing that, Byeon Ji raised his right eyebrow.
"Hmm... it doesn't seem quite right. Try on the other clothes you picked out earlier," he suggested.
"Okay, wait a moment, hehe," Mo Hana replied, then she closed the curtain again to change clothes.
Byeon Ji's facial expression changed.
He had just received info from another subordinate that his boss and the others had left the place, and Hyeong Jung's wife had been taken.
He leaned against the wall, narrowing his eyes.
'The time has come, sweet lady, hehe,' he mumbled to himself with a smile.
Not long after, Mo Hana opened the curtain.
She now appeared to be wearing a white dress with a short denim skirt that showed the curves of her breasts.
"Oppa, does this look good?" she asked while posing.
"Yes, that looks good. Let's get it wrapped and go find a place to eat," Byeon Ji replied, smiling.
They both handed the items to the cashier, then walked out of the mall towards the parking lot.
After getting into the car, Mo Hana said, while closing her eyes with a happy face, "Oppa, I'm so happy walking around with you. Oh, by the way, should I tell my dad to make you my subordinate? Your salary will go up, Oppa."
While Mo Hana was talking, Byeon Ji narrowed his eyes, then secretly took a locked pistol from under his jacket.
Mo Hana felt something was wrong.
The car wasn't moving from the underground parking lot, even though the engine was on.
Byeon Ji also didn't answer.
She opened her eyes, turned to Byeon Ji, and was shocked to see a pistol only three centimeters away from her eyes.
Byeon Ji was pointing it with an empty and cynical look.
Afraid, her mind was in a whirlwind.
She asked, "Oppa, what do you mean?"
Byeon Ji didn't answer.
He pressed the trigger of his pistol from a very close distance with his right hand.
BOOM!
A bullet came out, hitting Mo Hana's face and creating a hole.
Blood splattered.
Her body convulsed. Her left eye came out and fell onto the car floor.
Her life ended quickly, looking horrible.
Then Byeon Ji said while stepping on the gas quickly, Brummm!
The car drove out of the parking lot, speeding towards the west sea.
"Sorry, you're just a little rabbit who was fooled," he mumbled with a flat expression.