"therefore... "What are you doing here?"
"Protecting drug dealers."
Even after hearing it twice, her eyebrows did not straighten. The medic, who had brightly bleached her hair, kept giggling as if Seo-ryeong's reaction was funny.
"You probably guessed that it would be dirty work."
"But...."
"The famous Mexican drug lord is a man named El Chapo, and the drug dealer called 'El Chapo of Asia' is from Thailand. I heard they made about 8 billion dollars from drug trafficking? 10 trillion in Korean money. "Now I'm on Interpol's red list."
He smiled, showing his teeth.
"They haven't been caught for ten years."
The driver in charge went inside, saying he had found a car. Helay down on the bed without even taking off his shoes and closed his eyes. The bed frame creaked and the mattress sank to a soft pulp.
Seo-ryeong stared at the dust seeping from the ma ttress with a serious expression on her face. Meanwhi le, her cheerful voice continued.
"That drug dealer is Blast's biggest VIP customer."
"....!"
"So, I helped him escape for ten years by giving him a private plane, a fake ID, and bodyguards."
"Ah..."
Seo-ryeong covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand in case she swallowed dust.
When I saw the room that hadn't been cleaned at alI, I looked a little appalled. Is this even the scope of my work? The situation in the crew's rooms must be obvious....
She sighed and rolled up her sleeves.
"They say half of Blast's total revenue comes from the special security team. That's absolutely not right. The allowance we receive is enormous...!"
Seo-ryeong flopped down on the sofa that had a lot of holes in it. She was more tired than expected because she couldn't sleep on the plane. Then her medic suddenly poked his head in her direction.
"Ma'am, do you like money?"
"Not really."
Then the medic said, "Tsk," and licked his lips.
"Then you too will quit when you get back."
"I won't quit."
Seo-ryeong got up from the sofa and rummaged through the cleaning supplies she had briefly packed. It was a material prepared after looking at the file handed over by the head of the division, but he had no idea that it would actually be used.
"Unless they are really in dire need of money, their complexion usually turns blue and they run away. I heard there was a lady who suddenly pointed a cross at me? She was crying and there was an old lady asking her to get out of here.... She even tried to call the police. Which side are you on?"
"I'll do some cleaning first."
"what?"
"I feel like this place is a bonanza."
As Seo-ryeong spoke calmly while putting on rubber gloves, the medic frowned.
"Ma'am, you said you're not interested in money."
Seo-ryeong didn't answer and closed the curtains. A gray landscape shone through the dirty and hazy window.
Bonanza is right. This is a bounty that the National Intelligence Service will really enjoy. This company itself, specifically the special security team itself, was the perfect stage for her.
"It was a really bad company."
Seo-ryeong hummed faintly.
***
The cleaning, which took about three hours, was completed.
Dust came out no matter where I touched the mask, which was once white, became dull.
From under the bed to dressers, closets, and even windows, window frames, and bathrooms. I don't know how many times I washed and threw away the blac kened rag.
There were a total of eight rooms she cleaned, including those belonging to the crew. Before she knew it, she had come out of her last room, rubbing her aching back.
thud-.
A heavy vibration was transmitted to the hand holding the stair railing.
When I peeked out of the railing, I saw a group of men who seemed to have nothing in common coming up from the bottom floor.
Thump thump-. The iron frame shook like a spray o f water as multiple shoes climbed up the spiral staircase.
At that time, the man in the lead raised his head precisely towards Seo-ryeong.
"...."
It may be natural that our eyes met without any chance of avoiding it.
A blood-red sunset illuminated the dilapidated inn as if it were beneath the surface of the water. The white-faced Lee Woo-shin was the most alien creature a mong them.
The thumb-sized figure gradually got closer, and th e man never took his eyes off Seo-ryeong while clim bing the stairs.
The pupils were so cold that it sent shivers down my spine. As he endured those stares, his palms beca me tense for no reason.
"It's Ganna-nee-!"
At that moment, a familiar face suddenly emerged from the crowd of men.
"Hey... I am even more glad to see it from outside South Korea...!"
"..Why here-"
The mouth opened behind the sanitary mask. As her spirit froze, Channa approached her with a grin.
"Are you surprised? "I'm here to work too."
"Channa, did you belong here?"
The team leader who swore that he was a dick was..... therefore-.
Channa avoided eye contact as if embarrassed.
Just then, the crew came up behind Channa. Even without asking, I couldn't have known that they were part of a special security team.
A person with a thin body and sharp eyes, a person with bronze-colored and strong-looking skin, and a person who looked taciturn with curled lips were all caught in the field of vision, but they only bowed to Lee Woo-sin and stormed into the room.
They were each wearing ordinary clothes, but their physique and eyes showed extraordinary spirit. As we followed the crew to Channa, only two people were left in the hallway.
He stood crookedly and asked in a grumpy voice.
"Did you sign a confidentiality agreement?"
"... yes."
"Then you would have heard the overall work details. Why are you still here?"
The man was questioning her with pitiful eyes.
What does that mean? Seo-ryeong stared at him with doubt. Then Lee Woo-shin, who was wiping his smooth lower lip and furrowing his eyebrows, opened his mouth.
"No matter how much I think about it, I just don't understand."
"I'm sure you heard everything, but why did you end up covered in dust?"
"Because the room is very dirty."
"...."
"The hygiene here was terrible."
Wooshin Lee frowned, then took a breath and returned to his expressionless expression.
That was a really strange face. He covered his eyes with his hands and stared at the ceiling for a moment, as if he had seen something very wrong or had encountered a difficult problem.
Wasn't this what you were asking? I thought it was an appropriate answer.... Looking at the reaction, it seems like that's not the case.
Eventually, he returned to his neat complexion and smiled sweetly.
"About two years ago, a Thai police chief personally killed a drug dealer while demanding a bribe from him."
"...!"
"To be exact, he was tortured and then killed. They said the agreed bribe amount was too small, so they put a plastic bag over my face and continued to beat me. "I killed him by suffocating him like that."
Seo-ryeong just blinked at the meaningless words.
"As the video spread, the incident was revealed, but the police chief has not been caught yet."
"...."
"Mr. Han Seo-ryeong is now in that country to help evildoers. Is that all he is? "I also cook and feed the kids who went to drug trafficking sites or assemble gun s for security purposes."
The man sincerely taunted her with his eyes widening.
"But still, I feel like cleaning this damn place."
The tone of voice was soothing and soothing to the childish child, but the eyes that met his eyes were extremely cold.
Seo-ryeong slightly furrowed her eyebrows at the one-sided scolding. All these words... It still hasn't turned off and it sounds like you're asking what I'm doing here.
She roughly brushed away the messy hair with the back of her hand.
Are you kidding me?
The person who put me on the business trip list said something like that?
Anger welled up inside him, but he didn't know which beat to play, so while he was lost in thought for a moment, his snout moved once again.
"Don't be scared."
"..."
"It's not like I can't see anything, so why do you act like a blind person?"
What on earth does he mean by saying this?
"Just play the way you do, the way you play."
Lee Woo-shin was still unlucky, and the more he experienced social life, the more difficult it became.
"We are already doing that."
Seo-ryeong had no desire to be separated from the special security team anymore. All you have to do is a nswer well from now on.
"Are you okay with noodles with cilantro tomorrow morning?"
"...."
"Should I leave out the cilantro?"
Looking at his distorted expression, it seemed like he gave the wrong answer again.
***
Every morning, Seo-ryeong started the day by walking around a few alleys, saying that it would be a good idea to familiarize yourself with the surrounding geo graphy.
She woke up early in the morning, went to the market, made quick meals, and placed the finished food neatly in front of the crew's rooms.
My steps slowed when I saw the unfamiliar architec tural style, but I looked around when I smelled the fai nt scent of spices. Seo-ryeong had just come out tod owntown Thailand, led by Channa.