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After the treatment, Jong-seok was getting ready to go home.

"Shall we go home together?”

A white man who received back treatment in the afternoon approached Jong-seok, who was preparing to leave work.

"You're going home, too?"”

"I don't want to eat rice here today. I heard that Lee is staying at a Korean restaurant. I'm thinking of using chopsticks after a long time."

White, at Harry's words, Jong-seok smiled at him.

"Did you hear what Jane and I were saying?”

Harry nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

"It is true that Lee is a master of martial arts, but the gangsters are persistent."

"Really?"

"I'm ashamed to say this, but when I was a kid, I was in a gang called 12Street in New York."

"Really?"

"And then he walked out of the gang and joined the army as if he were running away.”

It was an excuse to want to eat Korean food, and Jong-seok smiled and nodded at Harry's intention to protect him.

"Let's go, then. I can't pay for my bodyguard, but I'll give you a meal."

Jong-seok, who was favored by Harry, left the office together. Jong-seok in Harry's car called Jack as he headed for the transport.

"Jack."

Mr. Lee.

Jong-seok told Jack, who was glad to answer the phone, about the situation. Jack, who had been thinking for a while, opened his mouth.

I'll call and find out, but it won't be easy for gangsters to get to know Lee's whereabouts. Before the Griffith Park incident, Lee was involved with terrorists during the LA Airport incident.

"Yes."

That means Lee's personal information is classified. Even the FBI needs permission from the upper ranks to obtain this information from the police.

"Really?"

Of course. The United States is very thorough about terrorism, I don't know about anything else. The identity of the public who helped the terrorist incident is strictly confidential.

"The video went around.”

It's hard to block all individual videos.

"So my personal information won't be known?”

Possibility is that the police who wrote Lee's report at the time inform the gang, and that's not the case.

"Why is that?"

Lee saved the police. The police think of each other as a family. The debts owed by the police are equal to the entire debt. There is no police officer who will give Lee some money to inform the gangsters. If it's known, there's no one to back him up.

"I see."

But I'm worried that the gangsters are after Lee. I'll check and get back to you.

"Thank you."

When I hung up, Harry looked at the last stone.

"Do you know anyone on the police side?"

"I'm acquainted with the police who were with me at the LA airport."

"That's a relief. It's the police who are the most difficult and intimate gang members. Gangs won't move easily if they know they're backing up Lee."

"I know you're having a hard time, but what about being close friends?"

"The police don't arrest all the gangsters. It's the law of the streets that even if you wipe out a local gang, a new one comes back in. So you just leave the right gangsters and keep them. Instead, gangs give police street information or do things like payouts."

At Harry's words, Jong-seok nodded.

I guess it's similar to Korea or the United States.’

Korean police in the movie also have gangsters and criminals who keep them as informants.

It's not something that doesn't exist because it's something that's supposed to be in the movies.

"I see."

Jong-seok's cell phone rang as he nodded at Harry's words. He looked at his cell phone and it was Donald's phone.

"Hello."

I heard from Jack.

"Sure."

It seems like the gang of white people caught before was a place where they systematically trafficked.

"Organic, human trafficking?"

It was a technique in which handsome, well-mannered white people took foreign women when they drugged them. The issue was so big that we were investigating and arresting the gangsters they belonged to, and the one who was like their leader ran away. That's why he's aiming for Lee out of spite.

"Then, who have been trafficked so far?"

Pardon?

"You just said it. You're selling out women, so there must be women who've been sold, or taken away?"

That's ···.

Donald, who stopped talking for a while, spoke.

It's hard to talk about the details because it's an ongoing case.

"Yes, yes, there is."

···.

"Okay."

And don't worry too much. It's not easy to find people in Los Angeles with just videos, even if it's a gang. Moreover, LA is a city where many Koreans live, so it is more difficult to find Lee.

LA is the number one Korean-American community in the U.S., where the Korean town is located. Therefore, it is very difficult to find a Korean who only knows his face.

Moreover, Jong-seok is more difficult to find in the U.S. because he only knows the transportation system, Blackwood, and police officers.

And Jong-seok is Korean and doesn't live in Korean town.

The gangsters are probably looking for Lee around the Korean town, so if you don't go there, nothing will happen.

Jong-seok nodded at Donald's words and hung up the phone.

'You're after me. a human trafficker ··.''

When Jong-seok was lost in thought, Harry opened his mouth.

"You must have trafficked in the gang."

"I think so."

"Human trafficking, bad quality.

At Harry's words, Jong-seok nodded and asked suddenly.

"Is there quality in the gang?"

"They're all bad guys, but gangsters have their own rules. And human trafficking is a lot on the wrong side."

"You mean the quality is very bad."

Harry nodded at Jong-seok's remark. After looking at Harry for a while, Jong-seok began to look out the window.

Am I calling a case?’

Jong-seok, who thought for a while that accidents would never stop on his way, stopped at the transport boat.

"Then I'll make you a delicious meal."

When Harry got out of the car laughing at Jong-seok's words, Jong-seok took him up to his quarters on the transport boat.

Jong-seok, who made bulgogi at his accommodation, thanked Harry and sent him away.

Watching Harry's car disappear out of the window, Jong-seok started packing.

Although he told Jane that he would not move, Jong-seok intended to move.

I'm not afraid of the backstreet bully. If you come after yourself, you can catch them and hand them over to the police.

However, he was worried about whether he would harm the people of the transport ship, not himself.

Of course, Donald said the gangsters were very unlikely to find themselves in Los Angeles, but they were planning to move anyway.

However, Blackwood is not the place to move. If you move to Blackwood, you can't do anything even if the bully finds you.

Agent gang v. Blackwood.

Even if you fight a hundred times and fight a hundred years, Blackwood wins. Maybe you'll be beaten out without even opening the entrance.

Of course, it is assumed that they find out where they live.

The parents of the missing daughters will cry blood. Fucking bastards.'

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, packed his luggage and left the store.

He told Kim Cheol-soo that he decided to stay at the company, and told his regretful employees and Kim Cheol-soo that he went to Blackwood if anyone wanted him.

Jong-seok, who left the transport boat, caught a taxi.

"Korea Town."

At Jong-seok's words, taxis began to move to the Korean town.

Jong-seok, who was in a taxi, started searching for Korean town accommodation on his cell phone.

He said he was looking for me around the Korean town. Then, I know that I am Korean, so shall we decide on the most famous place for now?’

Whether it's a private home or whatever it is known to people, there is a chance that gangsters will be the first to search.

After thinking about it, Jong-seok made a reservation to a place that is said to be the best place on the Internet and looked out of the window.

'You're going on a tour of the Korean town unintentionally.’

Jong-seok, who landed in the Korean town, unpacked his luggage and went outside. Jong-seok was touring the streets of the Korean town, where the sun was not yet set, and was touring places where many people visited.

'I felt this when I came here to buy a car before, but it looks like Itaewon.’

Although it was the United States, the streets were flooded with Koreans, and most of the street signs were in Korean.

It's so hard to find a sign in English. It felt like Myeong-dong in Korea.

Most of the restaurants had Korean food. Thinking like that, Jong-seok began to walk around the Korean town while eating and looking around.

***

Three days have passed since Jong-seok commuted from Korea Town. In the meantime, Jong-seok did not feel like a suspicious person was following him.

And after work today, Jong-seok ate up his appetite while walking around the Korean town.

'You're such a dirty man. Shouldn't we find it at this rate?’

Jong-seok sighed, thinking that he was looking for him in the Korean town and that he should find him.

Jong-seok, who bought a drink, sat with his butt on the bench.

Click!

A young man approached, waving his hand as the tin-picked Jong-seok put it to his mouth.

"Hey!"

Jong-seok smiled at the young man waving his hand toward him.

'That's it.

As he murmured inside, Jong-seok took a one-shot of his drink and glanced around him.

There was one more person looking at him from behind.

'Two?

When Jong-seok thought of it, the approaching young man smiled and reached out his hand.

"If you don't want to die, stay quiet.”

Unlike smiling brightly, the young man's voice was cold.

"You? Me?"

The young man pointed his finger at Jong-seok's words.

"I don't think you can avoid bullets just by doing some martial arts?"

Jong-seok's face hardened when he saw Jong-seok's chest at the end of the youth. The red dot was shaking on Jong-seok's chest.

You mean the sniper you saw in the movie?’

When Jong-seok raised his head, the young man touched his hand and two young men came to him.

Blow!

Jong-seok's face was troubled by the young men holding their hands.

'What do I do?’

He was aiming at his chest, but he could avoid the gun if he moved momentarily and used them as shields.

A Bongo car approached Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, and stood next to him. Jong-seok nodded to him.

'You don't intend to kill me here. If you were going to kill him, you'd already kill him with a sniper. So, like in the movie, you're taking him to a hiding place and killing him?’

When such an idea came to mind, Jong-seok gave up his resistance. I was going to catch everything at once.

The Bongo car with the Jong-seok on board started right away. And another person got into the car that made a U-turn on the road.

'Is the sniper on?'

Boooong!

In the departing car, a young man pushed a pistol at Jong-seok and searched Jong-seok's body.

And the young man who took his cell phone out of his pocket threw it out of the window.

When Jong-seok frowned at him, the young man took out his cell phone and called somewhere.

"Boss, I got him. Yes. I'm going that way now. It takes about thirty minutes. All right."

The young man who hung up on it reached out to Jo Su-seok while looking at Jong-seok.

"Give me that."

The young man got it when the man in the passenger seat threw a pen. Then, facing Jong-seok's chest, he pressed the head of the pen.

Then the tip of the pen turned red and began to shoot the beam at Jong-seok's chest.

"This one?"

"You thought it was a sniper?"

Jong-seok ate up his appetite at the end of the young man's words.

I thought the red dot, and sniper moving in his chest aimed at him, but it was just a beam point.

'I guess I've seen too many American movies.'

When Jong-seok thought of it, the young man put his pen in his pocket.

"First of all, I have a friend who's close to me.”

Along with the horse, the young man hit Jong-seok in the face with a pistol.

Puck!

My head drooped as if Jong-seok had passed out in the hand.

"Tie it up."

At the end of the young man, the people next to him began to tie box tapes on both hands of Jong-seok.

'You wouldn't hit more people who fainted.’

Jong-seok, who had his head drooping with fainting, slowly increased his strength and began to cry.

I had to be ready to get out of here at any time.

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