#10
Jang Woo-sung set fire to a high-end seager. It has been two years since he was in charge of this exile island. Now he has adapted and managed to stay. There were no end to alcohol and cigarettes, including ingredients, and if it was too much to bear, he could go to China by boat and have a good time.
Jang Woo-sung took a long sip and savored the seager.
Whoo~~~~···
"I feel calm. My boss gave me permission to change jobs in six months. He even gave me permission to go back to the land and rest for another three months whether I want to go abroad, roll around at home or not.
Even an apartment in Gangnam.
If that happens, Jang Woo-sung thought that his hard work would be rewarded.
"It's okay if you pulled almost 3 billion won in 2 years and 6 months."
Although it is thanks to Jang Woo-sung's good management of the "Night Fog" production plant, it came to Jang that he did not take Jang Woo-sung's credit for granted.
Jang Woo-sung remembered 'Night Fog' as he watched Seager's smoke spreading aslahy.
Drugs that show hallucinations to humans. It gives pleasure but in return, it desperately destroys the body. Of course, the addictive properties are enormous. But stupid pushovers didn't think about the aftermath.
simply indulge in shortsighted pleasure.
Yeah, like a 'beast'.
Jang Woo-sung saw a lot of people addicted to drugs. Even before the newly developed Night Fog, he worked hard to sell other drugs.
Methamphetamine, MDMA, amphetamines, cocaine, etc.
The beasts demanded it as if it were delicious food. If not, they had a seizure to give it out even with a knife.
The sword was not Jang Woo-sung's desire. The beasts needed to sell their lovers, take out their parents' hearts, dig out their friends' eyeballs, and offer their children as tributes to obtain the medicine.
Ah···· In that way, they are worse than beasts.
Beasts don't behave that way.
Jang Woo-sung, who enjoyed the finest Cuban cigars, buried himself more on a soft sofa. His room was a luxurious place that could not be compared to where ordinary members stayed.
Marble-decorated floors, high-end leather sofas, antique paintings on the walls. I wonder if such an island needs something like that, but this space, which was gradually cultivated by the people who stayed before Jang Woo-sung, was as luxurious as a suite in a top-end hotel.
Jang Woo-sung thought he was a good fit for this room.
He is the one who sells 'dreams' to beasts. The dreams were fleeting, fragile and short, but intense. They longed for them even if they destroyed them.
In laying them down, Jang Woo-sung considered himself superior and special. To suit this luxurious room.
That was better than drugs. That sense of superiority. That power. He wanted to have more.
Money, power and women.
Ddu-du-du-du-du-du-
"What's this?"
An extension came in from the situation room late at night. I'm glad you're not sleeping yet, but if you were sleeping, Jang Woo-sung would have been angry to the end of his head.
But let's think differently. His subordinates are well aware of how much he hates being interrupted by sleep. Even though he knows that, why do he make an internal call?
Jang Woo-sung picked up the phone, worried that it was serious.
"It's me."
Jang Woo-sung restrained his emotions as much as possible and received them. Beyond the phone, I could hear his subordinate's voice calling him in an urgent voice.
"Head! I'm contacting you because I have an urgent matter."
"Something urgent?"
"Yes, we are short of staff."
Jang Woo-sung's eyebrows are raised.
"In detail."
"One pharmacist is missing. And four delivery people who were out earlier are also missing."
When a pharmacist disappeared, Jang Woo-sung wondered if he was stuck somewhere and might be taking medicine, but it became serious that the number of people who had been delivered to Mokpo a few hours ago disappeared.
"Those guys?"
"The situation is so strange that I'm looking for every corner of the base by waking up the off-duty as well."
"I see. First..."
Jang Woo-sung tried to give directions in a cool manner.
This is a remote island in the West Sea. It is not even on a map. During the period when Japan ruled Korea as a colony, the island served as a secret base to covertly accommodate ships scouting Chinese coastlines for the Sino-Japanese War.
It is also a space where it is said that when the North Korean military swept the South, pro-Japanese group landowners who stayed on the land of Jeolla-do knew about the existence of the place and survived for several years.
As such, it is difficult to find it from the outside, and even if you find it, it is a place where people pass by thinking that it is an uninhabited island. Did the insiders disappear in such a place?
"Do you know exactly where it is? Someone inside the organization?"
Possibility of Public Power Intervention? Coast Guard? Probably not. How much does it cost to nearby coast guards. And that's not how public power works. A competitive organization then? Well, do they know this place? If so, then...
"What if someone in the organization really took aim at me?"
If you don't want me to come back to Seoul. Jang Woo-sung was ominous.
Boss...
What if his boss didn't want to give money to Jang Woo-sung? Jang Woo-sung's cells warn of a crisis.
Humans living in the dark are always like this. More than anyone else, they call each other "brothers" and pretend to take care of each other, but inside, they are afraid of when this guy will betray. Neglecting life and death and keeping loyalty for each other is the same old and old trend.
These days, they are brighter in interest than anyone else, and for a small profit, they put a knife in yesterday's "brother" back without hesitation.
"No way."
He wanted to believe that he was not Jang Woo-sung, but he himself knew. He knew that he already had betrayal in mind. Jang brought a pistol and a military sword that he had left in his room. And a grenade and a bulletproof vest.
I really can't guarantee that if Boss sent people to kill him, he'd survive this much.
It's not "John Wick".
I was checking the bullets with a serious heart, and that thought passed by.
"Can you trust your men?"
Were those guys so loyal to me?
No one could believe Jang Woo-sung, who had such an idea. He bit his teeth hard and strengthened his protocol. No one can be trusted.
······.
It was 30 minutes after that Jang Woo-sung finally took action.
He called his men in the control room again.
Doo! Doo! Doo
No one answered. Absence. It could be if everyone died resisting. But what if it wasn't?
"What if everyone surrenders and comes to kill me?"
Jang Woo-sung gritted his teeth to make a crackling sound. There was a blue flame in his eyes. Until just now, it was just a doubt, but now it was conviction.
Those who are missing, those who can't be reached right now. All of them might have switched to that side or died. Probably, few of them died. Most of them probably lined up over there without thinking twice. Such shallow loyalty is the loyalty of the mafia.
Jang Woo-sung agonized.
Should I leave the room?
In the past, the general managers who used to use this place have prepared a way to save their lives no matter what the crisis is. It has provided a secret passage for small lifeboats to escape.
But I have to walk a little bit outside to get there.
He hesitated.
If you go out now, can you guarantee that there's no one in front of you? Jang Woo-sung agonized. But he can't just be holding out here.
He put his ear to the door and listened still. There was no sound outside the room. He opened the small door to look outside and looked outside.
You can see the outside through a fine gap. The corridor under the dim light is empty.
"Was it a worry?"
I wondered if he was nervous. Jang Woo-sung sighed with relief and tried to close the door. It was then. A black shadow was seen moving in one side of his vision.
"What?"
I thought I had seen something wrong when I peered through a small gap. He hurriedly turned to look there again. There was clearly a shadow of a person. It was walking slowly but clearly.
Alone.
Is it a ghost? No way.
Jang was convinced that it was a human. But alone? The silhouette is not familiar. He is not a subordinate in this base.
I didn't want to open the door for confirmation. Maybe it's a trap. After examining this and that, he knew when the shadow arrived a few meters ahead.
"First time seeing a face."
Wearing a hoodie and a mask. Only eyes are shining in the dark. Those two eyes were clearly staring at Jang Woo-sung.
"Oh, my!"
Jang Woo-sung was surprised and engulfed the wind. He hurriedly closed the door. It feels like my heart is tightening with tension. Jang Woo-sung cleared his breath.
Let's calm down. He can't come in here. Hold on and contact the outside world.
Wait. Contact with the outside world? What if he is a human being sent by the boss? Who will come to help if he has contact with the outside world? Jang Woo-sung's pupils were shaking. No, wait.
Is that really the guy the boss sent to kill me?
You covered your face too much for such a human. What's with the hoodie? Doubts suddenly spring up. Jang Woo-sung's head rotates coolly.
My guess is that the boss suddenly dumps me. He hasn't said anything yet. I also don't do anything wrong with him.
Thinking like that made me feel more at ease.
Then what's that guy.
A gunman who came to the base of about 20 people. The story becomes strange if the existence that suddenly appeared like a ghost is not from the boss.
Anyway, you can't come in from here. Jang Woo-sung took out his cell phone. The phone is not working, but the Internet is working by satellite.
"I need to contact you right now..."
However, at the strange sound being heard, Jang Woo-sung could not concentrate on his phone.
That... That
It's an uncomfortable sound that scratches the eardrum.
"What?"
Surprised, Jang Woo-sung looked around in a hurry to find where the sound came from. The uncomfortable sound. It was like crazy. The source of the unpleasant sound. It is.
"Moon,···?"
Jang Woo-sung's eyes turned to the iron gate. It was a strong air defense door built by the Japanese imperial army, and later reinforced to make it even stronger. His predecessor, who boasted that he would endure a rocket fire, passed by.
Well, yeah, I guess you didn't hear that.
However, Jang Woo-sung clearly saw the iron doors of the bomb shelter vibrate slightly, even if he laughed at his wishes.
Jang Woo-sung's eyes grow as if they were tearing apart. The vibration of the iron gate got bigger and bigger. Along with that, the sound of the steel rubbing also got bigger.
"Seo, can't be..."
The door of the strong bomb shelter slowly crumpled. The sight of the iron door of the tens of centimeters's bomb shelter crumpled like aluminum foil was terrifying beyond surprise.
Jang took a step back. But it didn't stop.
Now I can see the outside. A dim hallway under a dim light. Some shadow standing there. The shadow was reaching forward. In his hands, which were stretching out.
It's not easy
The blue electricity was popping up like a fish. His hands are moving. The bomb shelter is getting crushed to match the movement of the hands.
"···. What am I looking at?"
Jang Woo-sung cradled his head.