#4
Lee Ji-hoon stormed into the rooftop door. The muscles of the whole body were tense. Muscles and reflexes rise superhumanly.
The goal is 6th floor. You have to go down 3rd floor from where you are now. I can hear people constantly being assaulted in my ears. I don't think those around women have any intention of looking after the situation. Should we go up the wall from here? Let's check. Let's go down the wall for a moment.
Glass only has a shape and is actually blocked. It's a failure. He hurriedly goes up to the rooftop. Their voices are stuck in my ears.
Hahaha! I can't even rebel anymore.
Look at him flinching. What if he's fainting?
It's more fun than a puppy?
What's so good about it? Laughing out loud. The blood cools down. It's been a while since I've met people who could die. I want to bring them to justice, but I don't think they can.
'Because the only ones coming in and out here are the ones from the background.'
You know what kind of ending they will face even if they are arrested, and Lee Ji-hoon knows. Lee Ji-hoon solidified his determination to kill himself. He walks along the gentle lights of the 7th floor corridor.
There is a constant groan in the room. I can overlook prostitution now. There's something more urgent.
"What's this?"
Lee Ji-hoon is found by the rice cake stand that was guarding him at the end of the hallway. Lee is over 180 centimeters tall and has trained his body a lot, but he is a slender body. Lee was suspicious, but he did not see her as a threat.
"Customer? Intruder? How did you get to the 7th floor?"
Silence. Lee Ji-hoon, who approached without saying anything, felt suspicious. He clenches his fist as if he would not allow any more access. Ignore him.
"You punk!"
Finally, the rice cake stick stretched out its fist. The fist of the rice cake stick, which was bulked up by gaining a lot of weight, made a cutthroat sound and split the air. Everything is visible to Lee Ji-hoon's eyes.
Spot-
He shied away by a narrow margin. He penetrates right away. His whole body is empty because he stretched out his fist. Lee Ji-hoon's fist, which has maximized muscle strength with electric current, hits the empty side of the rice cake table relentlessly.
Pouring!
The sound was not loud.
"Oh, my!"
A lump of blood rises from the mouth of the rice cake table. His eyes turn upside down. His legs relax. It stumbles. It flaps and falls to the ground.
Rice cake was not alone. Maybe he went to the bathroom, but there were more people. He witnesses his colleague falling down. He immediately understands the situation.
"You crazy punk!"
She shows anger. She raises her fist. The trajectory of her fist, which she has never learned in martial arts, is monotonous. She pulls it with her arms and flips it over her shoulders. A rice cake stand that weighs more than 100 kilograms is seen. However, she is caught up in Lee's strong grip and muscular power and carries the air.
Uh, the moment I do it, my vision already changes. Lee Ji-hoon's appearance is upside down.
Thump!
It gets stuck on the floor. An intense shock hits his backside and the back of his head. He briefly goes into shock with the feeling of hitting his whole body. Lee Ji-hoon brutally kicks him in the face.
Whispering!
He loses consciousness. With his tongue drawn out, his head turns sideways. Lee grabs his arm and lets a strong current flow.
JIJIJI-JIJIJIJIJI-
Smells unpleasant. Nerves in my right arm have burned. Left him behind and goes down to the next.
the sixth floor.
It's running. This corridor is zigzagged, perhaps to avoid crackdowns. The stairs connecting the floor to the floor are at the end.
What if there's a fire.
That kind of thought passes through Lee Ji-hoon's head. Well, I'm going to tease his back one more time when I have to pay attention to that. Beasts.
The sixth floor was also a place for prostitution. A few rooms are groaning. It's nerve-wracking. It's running down the hall.
It goes where the sound can be heard.
The place where they were was in the middle of the hallway, perhaps because it was a special space. The size of the room seems to be big, too. There are four people standing guard in front of it. It is a typical gangster impression that they cut their hair short and bulked up together.
"What is it?"
"This is a question that has no personality." Lee Ji-hoon rushed in without saying a word. They are responding, too.
I extend my hand. First, the guy in front of me. Did you learn judo? The stretching hand naturally aims at the hem of Lee Ji-hoon's clothes. I snatched my wrist. I put strength in my grasp.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He's in pain. It's a horrible grip, like being stuck in a hydraulic press. Muscles are compressed and bones are crushed. The guy who normally reigns in fear among ordinary citizens cries like a child. He feeds his face straight with the opposite fist. He collapses.
next.
Surprised people rush in. There is embarrassment and fear. Everything is perceived in a fraction of a second. It is thanks to the accelerated brain nerve. Lee Ji-hoon's body moves in response to that short time.
They jump in without stopping. They lower their posture as if they have learned martial arts. It's no use. They have also learned martial arts, but their physical abilities are superhuman. Their fine muscle movements, eyes, and intentions are clearly visible.
He avoids the sprawling limbs and digs into the cracks like a ghost. He can't even respond to Lee Ji-hoon's movement. It's because it's too fast. He embraces electricity in his fists to deal with it faster. An electric current that won't kill him is formed on both fists. But it's hard to see.
Only now did they recognize Lee Ji-hoon's movement. Slow.
Lee Ji-hoon is already close. The gang members are trying to do something, but they only have their heart.
"!"
The fist sticks in the body. The physical shock and electric shock of the intense fist pass at the same time. I tremble due to the too intense current and even get incontinence. Bubbles come out of my mouth. I collapse.
Lie on the floor with a heavy body. It makes a heavy sound.
"What?"
Lee Ji-hoon, who rushed in, raises his chin and hits the solar plexus. Whenever the remaining ones are beaten, they cannot even rebel and lose their minds. They quickly approach them lying on the floor.
Break down each of their limbs. Crunch the bones. Powder them so they don't dare to stick them on, and burn their nerves. Fortunately for them, they are half out of their minds.
Still, do you want to use crutches and do something with one arm? Then the next time we meet, they only make the other side with them.
Lee Ji-hoon's chilly eyes scan them once.
Four big guys stuck to the floor like melted cheese. It's an ugly sight. When you wake up, you'll despair that you can't use one of your limbs. You deserve it. You've been off your nerves.
I opened the door.
Inside, there's a whiff of blood. The fever is burning. The tables in the fancy room are littered with alcohol, snacks and suspicious powders.
As Lee Ji-hoon stands with the door open, his eyes are drawn there. It's a slow look. Even the way he talks is weak and drooping.
"Huh? What about you? I didn't order alcohol"
"Is it medicine? Good, good! Hey, give it to me quickly."
There are a total of 3 people inside. No, 4 people. One is brutally beating a woman. He seems to have lost his mind or is convulsing. But he is hidden.
Lee Ji-hoon's eyes are full of life.
One's dead. The rest...
"What are you doing? Huh?"
He looks closely at Lee Ji-hoon as if he was drunk but felt strange. His eyes blurry with the weak energy can't even focus properly.
Lee Ji-hoon flings himself. They stare at Lee with blank eyes as he jumps into the air.
The one who was brutally trampling on the woman raises his head. The fancy clothes are full of blood stains. On the fist. On the face.
Crack
He gives a slap to the face. It is a fist that has been accelerated due to superhuman strength. His head is pushed back a lot. To Lee Ji-hoon, a minute feels like a minute.
Fist. One on the nose, one on the cheek, one on the philtrum. He tries to step back big time. Grab him by the collar and pull him in. Hit him in the face with his fist.
Hit him to death, as he did.
We don't have time, so just two more rounds.
Crack!
The teeth are all broken. The fist goes in and out of the mouth. Blood and saliva are on the fist and then fall.
"-----!"
The sound of swallowing a false wind. His pupils get bigger. Has the energy gone out of pain? His pupils follow his fists. However, unrealistic laughter seeps out of his mouth. The next fist flies. It flies to his forehead. His hands are full of electricity.
--!!
The sound is a dull sound. A powerful current passes through the brain. His body does not hesitate like a broken doll.
"What?"
"What is it?"
His colleagues who were drunk also say something one by one, maybe they felt strange. Lee Ji-hoon immediately pushes the dead man and runs in.
The kids, who were sitting on the sofa sobbing, sensed life and tried to escape, but to no avail. Lee Ji-hoon didn't let them use one eye and one leg.
"Oh, my!"
You must have felt that terrible pain while you were on the drug. The pain of being blinded by electricity and burning the nerves in your legs. Didn't you know other people felt this pain?
Up to here. One minute.
Lee Ji-hoon found and collected all their cell phones. Four.
Lee Ji-hoon approaches a woman who is gradually losing her breath. Wearing colorful clothes, she is covered in blood. I can't even recognize her face. She gets blood out of her airway. It's dangerous.
I've come all this way with a lighthearted mind. Whatever her intentions were, she is not worthy of this.
Lee grabs her and blows electricity. It gives electric shocks that enhance natural healing power. He has done it countless times with his own body. The electrical stimulation stops bleeding inside and outside and makes your heart beat. It is a short emergency measure, but this is only possible with Lee's superpower.
She has a more comfortable face.
Carrying her back. Going up to the seventh floor. No one is trying to stop her from getting a grip on the situation. There are no cameras. They need to protect their identity, but they can't let go of the cameras.
Carrying her up to the rooftop. Gangnam at night can still be heard buzzing. The cold night air makes the scene of a crazy party with medicine and blood feel like a dream.
However, the woman in the back is a reality. We cannot leave her like this. I carried her over the rooftop. There is no urgency because emergency measures have been taken. However, medical staff may have to take a closer look. While running on her back, Lee Ji-hoon called 119 with one smartphone he brought.
He has changed his voice by manipulating his vocal muscles.
"There's a woman down at the 00th intersection! Bloody!"
An urgent voice is followed by a calm guide. Lee Ji-hoon puts her down on the side of a dark alley while responding appropriately. And he manipulates the lights of nearby signs by falling far away.
A bloodied woman placed next to a flashy flashing sign. She was quickly caught by other passers-by and reported 119 again.
Lee watches from the rooftop of the building. She is transported in an ambulance that arrives shortly afterwards. Lee completely turned off the mobile phone and disappeared into the dark.
***
That evening.
Park Ki-young, who runs a huge organization in Gangnam, turned white.
"What? Hey, say it again."
When Park Ki-young, a huge bear who is reminiscent of a brown bear, looked at him with eyes glistening to death, his subordinates were very intimidated. Unknowingly, he cringed as much as he could, politely but in a hurry.
"Han Ji-woon, the third generation member of the Pacific group, died. His VIPs were seriously injured."
Park Ki-young's head repeatedly received a message saying, "It's wet."