#17
The carambit knife has a hole for hanging fingers in a circle.
They hang their fingers there, swing them brilliantly, and attack the enemy with the blade. Because the blade is short, it usually targets tendons and blood vessels of the enemy and injures the skin. You can also slap it with your clenched fist, or if it is super close, you can put the blade in.
A long time ago, in the famous novel and movie "Hannibal" series, Dr. Hannibal Lecter uses a carambit knife, and if used well, it boasts a terrifying power enough to amputate the opponent's aorta at once.
Whirling - Whirling-
The Southeast Asian man glowed like a predator looking for prey. His carambit knife spins brilliantly. His knife smells like blood. It's not just a clumsy move to watch YouTube and copy it.
Each movement is moving with thorough calculation. It is a preliminary motion to cut off the opponent's breath and look down at the pupil where the fire is going out.
The man showed no signs of nervousness despite facing Lee, who has a wide gap in size. His eyes followed Lee's movements with a cool head.
I look right into Lee Ji-hoon's eyes.
An eye is a place that represents a person's thoughts. His feelings, intentions, his current state, and so on. The man gauged Lee.
"What are you going to do?"
The battle of skilled masters is a meticulous 'number of cases' fight with an animal sense. If I attack like this, the opponent will fight back like this, and if so, like this...
If you have a rational brain that stretches out branches like that, on the other hand, you have a brain that responds like lightning to every movement.
It was more reliable than a hard-headed reason, permeating the body with thorough training.
Shhh-
A carambit cuts through the dark alleyways.
The two men, who were watching each other's faces, started moving busily to attack the South East Asian man's carambits. It is a light attack. Men have no intention of killing (殺意) anyway. I will just gauge the opponent and attack him, then hurt him and sneer him away.
This is because life in Korea was so boring.
He was running around such a small area in Southeast Asia. He was addicted to the pleasure of hunting, which stops him from breathing hard in search of a goal every day. However, it was not easy to enjoy such pleasure in Korea, where the national territory is small and public security is tight.
It's not that there's no way out, but should I say it's too hard to clean up.
So he made the most of a compromise. He just wanted to hurt some of the power elite and instill fear that he could always take your life away from them.
Karambit aimed at Lee Ji-hoon's forearm. Lee Ji-hoon quickly avoids it.
Lee Ji-hoon is also agonizing over the situation. How should he overpower his opponent? He was doubtful about the opponent's identity. Considering his skillful moves and sword movements without hesitation, Lee is a professional.
A program of hurting and even killing people.
Even ordinary mafias can do things up to the point of hurting them. However, 'killing' an opponent is a different thing to say. Those who can cross that thin line can be said to be different species.
It's pretty good?
Lee Ji-hoon, who avoided attacks aiming at his forearms lightly, changes a man's eyes. He has become more serious. I thought I had learned some martial arts. Taekwondo or judo, which is commonly learned in Korea… Aiki too?
His mind is spinning quickly to grasp the opponent's martial arts style. He still walks on the steps. If it's judo, you should never be caught. If it's taekwondo, you should be careful about your kicks. If it's a iKido... I'll have to pay attention to everything.
But the blade that will fly the moment you get closer will scare your opponent even more. Now, why don't you run away? Is this a real knife?
He's aiming at his neck.
The neck is a collection of deadly vital points. If you don't dig even a little well, there are a lot of vital points that die instantly. Humans instinctively shrink because of this. Only masters trained with thorough training can suppress such instincts and respond optimally.
It's impossible for a clumsy amateur fistman I met on the street to make such a move.
The man pretended to aim at his neck, and it was his plan to attack his legs in earnest. If he causes a shallow wound to the back of his thigh and bleeds, he will be surprised and die, right?
Shhh- Shhh-
The knife rotates brilliantly. It flies in for the aorta. It's threatening. Lee Ji-hoon steps back. My lower body feels empty because I'm defending my upper body.
"Empty space!"
The sea he was aiming for. The blade of the carambit shines. His eyes shine, too. LOL... Stupid. If this was a real thing, you'd be...!
Flash!
And he really had a fire in his eyes.
Thump-
He loses consciousness and moves on to the back. His body does not move at all after falling like a rotten old tree. It is a neat counter. Lee Ji-hoon's hideous muscle strength was sufficient with a weapon even though he flew only with the muscles of his upper body without the strength of his lower body.
Without even realizing it, the counter flew in and completely sank the opponent's consciousness.
Stretching to the floor, he wriggles, drooping like a fainted frog. Lee Ji-hoon checks his face with a swoosh.
This guy...'
I tried mixing his hands for a moment, but I was sure. He watched "Kill a Man". He did that a lot, too. He felt the atmosphere that he couldn't hide.
In other words, it's so-called "relatives."
They were the same in that they had no hesitation in killing, although the purpose was different. Lee Ji-hoon for his own "justice." This guy... Well, what is it.
'You don't need to know right now. You can find out from now on.'
The night is long.
***
Lee Ji-hoon left a text message to Han Ji-soo, who was waiting at the club.
-I'll take you to the hospital because the other person is hurt a lot.
That's what it was about. He said that and carried the faint man on his back. He looked around. There was no one. Like the fire moths following as if possessed by the colorful lights nearby. They followed the 'light' and turned their eyes away from the darkness.
The cozy darkness surrounded Lee Ji-hoon. After confirming that there was no gaze, Lee Ji-hoon jumped into the air. The outer wall of the building, which is about five stories high, is instant.
Jihoon, who climbed the rooftop, flew a few more times and left far away.
It was to go to the quiet outskirts. Somewhere dim, away from the entertainment district in the city. When he got there, Lee put the man on the floor. Then he destroyed his vocal muscles, preventing them from making sounds.
Fainted with pain, he opened his eyes. His eyes were trying to grasp the situation with agility. But all he could see was 'darkness'.
The faint lights flew from somewhere to secure visibility, but all you can tell is the distant presence of pale starlight and the sound of cars.
"Where is it?"
His brain spins shrewdly. No conclusions can be drawn immediately. Too little information. But he instinctively assumes the worst.
He's defeated by the man... 'Am I kidnapped? Why?'
His questions did not last long. Lee Ji-hoon popped up in front of his eyes. He quickly got up from his seat and tried to respond.
Slap it-
I can't put strength in my legs.
"Why?"
"It destroyed the muscles of the legs as well. The muscles of the arms, the vocal cords as well."
"….??"
He couldn't understand what he was saying. Suddenly? He opened his vocal cords and made angry wind noises but couldn't spit out the language.
"Calm down. You've done this a lot, haven't you? Rosham Abdilla."
"….!!"
The man, Rosham Abdilla, looked at the passport that was going back and forth in front of him. It was a forged passport anyway, but he pretended to be agitated.
"Okay. This is false. Next question, then."
Lee Ji-hoon, who had his hand on his head, quickly grasped his lie. Rosham looked confused.
"What's your job? Mafia? Drug dealer? Killer?"
Lee Ji-hoon, who was asking various questions, caught Rosham sending a positive electric signal to the question of "killer."
"It was a killer. Why were you there."
Lee said, "I have enough time, but I have to ask questions carefully.
"Who are you here to kill?"
It is a question that touches the essence of a killer. A killer is someone who always hopes for someone to die and fulfills his/her wish. They are familiar to them through various cultural media, but they are also close to each other and ask, "No way?" However, they are definitely there, and it is better not to meet them forever.
affirmative-
"Let's see."
He was embarrassed. He didn't answer clearly, but the other person understood the truth and moved on quickly. If an interrogation is to be established so easily, why would there be a good means of torture in the world.
His eyes shook badly.
"Rosham, who are you here to kill? A commission?"
"..."
"Request... "Organization gives it to you?"
"….."
"Is that so? Are you a Korean?"
"…."
Lee Ji-hoon nodded.
"Koreans..."
After asking that question, some kind of "sense" passed to Lee Ji-hoon. Do you happen to...? It's that kind of feeling. The sense was that Lee Ji-hoon was the Korean who came to kill the killer.
"Korean target that you have to kill. Is his name 'Pikachu'?"
"…..!!"
My eyes got bigger. I didn't have to check the bio-signal to know this. But when I checked it... As expected, it was me.
"I see. I see. Goodbye, then."
"….!?"
If he were a killer, he would have killed people well, but he was too afraid. He only thinks about killing others, but if he dies, he is afraid of people.
If you are prepared to shoot, you should be prepared to get hit, and if you are planning to kill others, you should know that you can die at any time.
The sound of the wind coming out of his mouth sounds bad. Cold sweat is dripping down. They are immovable hands and feet, but they lose blood and get cold due to tension. The pupils are growing and the heartbeat goes up.
Lee Ji-hoon's eyes sink coldly.
It's hypocritical, but it's human.
Looking at him, Lee Ji-hoon briefly thought, "What about me?" I was like, "Can I be calm in the same situation?" Lee Ji-hoon became quiet.
He put his hand on the killer's head. Now, he is shedding tears of remorse or fear. However, Lee's hands are unstoppable. I didn't know what he was doing, but the man seems to be incontinent.
gripping support-
The vast current emitted from Lee Ji-hoon's hand cuts off all the nerves of the opponent's brain. The opponent is silent in an instant. My neck is bent as it is. It's death.
***
It was only a few days later that his body was found. It was a chance for a civil servant who failed the civil service exam a few days ago to come to the rooftop to soothe his heart.
He went all the way to the corner of the rooftop, where he doesn't usually use it, and found the body and thought he fainted. Honestly, I even peed a little bit, but that's a secret.
The news of the death of an unnamed foreigner bothered the police organization, but Lee Ji-hoon, who actually committed the incident, received interesting news.
"Really?"
"Yes, the second son of Daeyang Group was doing something interesting."
Kim Min-joon smiled and told Lee Ji-hoon the good news.