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Jong-seok, who jumped silently from the second floor, carefully walked toward the door.

"Hurry up."

"Why are there so many locks?”

"Korean people are naturally very careful."

"You've cleared the alarm, haven't you?”

"Yes."

The whispering at the entrance made Jong-seok's face wonder young.

'Did you know that Koreans live here?’

As Jong-seok knows, Choi Mi-hee's house was the only Korean in the neighborhood.

'In addition to the fact that Koreans are careful... I know it's not an easy home to steal. Is it for other purposes, not stealing?'

Thinking that way, Jong-seok looked around.

Looking around, Jong-seok saw a black car standing by the side of the road.

When I see a small engine sound coming from a car...

'The car that hasn't started....'

Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at the car. It's dark and I can't see well, but there were no people in the car.

'You must have taken that car. And I didn't turn off the lights to go right after work. That's strange. How fast did you try to steal?

Jong-seok, whose thoughts were crazy about it, glanced at those who were picking at the door.

Click!

"It's done."

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

One of the men who opened the door pulled something out. In the dark but dim moonlight, I could see the outline of the objects in my hand.

'Total?'

"You said four lives, didn't you?"

"All we have to do is kill Lee Jong-seok or something.”

"What about the others?"

"If you see anyone, if you kill them..."

When the man who was talking stopped for a moment, the man who was at the front looked back in wonder.

"Why? Huh?"

The man's face as he was speaking was filled with wonder. There was one more behind them.

"Nu...."

The man speaking stiffened his face. Someone was holding the neck of a colleague behind him.

"Growl!"

The man hurriedly lifted the gun at the sight of his groaning companion.

Fa'at!

The man's foot moved at the gun.

Pissing!

The gun went off with a steamy sound. And the man's face was distorted.

Boom boom!

Jong-seok's feet broke the man's wrist.

"Growl!"

"Wait for now."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok bloodshot the body of the man and the man he was holding and threw them into the house.

Boom boom!

A heavy sound opened one door and showed Huh Jung-nam's face.

"Brother?"

"Shh. Stay in the room. What about the police?

"I reported it."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Huh Jung-nam's words, closed the door and turned to where the car was.

Then Jong-seok hurried to the car and opened the car door.

Sweep!

The last stone that scattered the car manipulated the navigation.

Then, the address of Jongseok's house and the location of one of the departures appeared.

"From."

Jong-seok, who checked the departure location, checked the address on the navigation and wiped the screen with trash in the car.

Sweep! Sweep!

Then Jong-seok, who turned off the engine, turned around and returned home.

The house was lighted before I knew it. And Heo Jung-nam stood with a baseball bat.

"Brother!"

Jong-seok nodded at Huh Jung-nam's words and grabbed two people who were lying down.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the two men rolling their eyes, saw Heo Jeong-nam because they were not fainted but had a bloodshot wound.

"I'm in my room with my mother and sister.”

"Me too..."

"No. It's all right. Go inside.”

Then Jong-seok smiled at Mi-hee Choi.

"I'll keep an eye on you until the police come. Please stay inside. When I see these guys, I feel like I'm in bed."

"Are you going to be okay?”

"I'm fine. And you have to keep one."

At Jong-seok's words, Heo Jung-nam took Choi Mi-hee and Huh Jung-sook to the room.

When Heo Jung-nam took the girls into the room, Jong-seok looked at the men and said,

"First of all... I think you came to kill me. We don't have time. Let me ask you a simple question. You can just blink if you want to talk and just keep your eyes open if you don't want to talk. Question Who sent me to kill?"

After finishing the question, Jong-seok pressed the blood of the two men.

"Uh!"

The bodies of two men, bloodshot and unable to open their mouths, began to tremble frantically.

And Jong-seok looked in the eyes of the two.

"I need to hear the answer before the police come. And... ...if you don't tell me the answer before the police come, I don't even intend to end your pain right now. Which means... I don't know when this pain will go away if the police come and take you guys."

True. Now this mucous blood will only be released when the history used by the stalactites to occupy them is exhausted.

And Jong-seok does not know when the inner workings will run out. I only know that I'll be there for more than an hour.

And that one hour will never be a short time. Maybe it's a lifetime.

At that moment the man blinked hurriedly.

Ta-da!

Jong-seok moved his hand, and the man breathed heavily.

"Hahahaha!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw a man breathing heavily.

"So what about the target?"

"That's..."

"That's not the answer I want. Just a short answer."

"Okay..."

Ang-ang-ang-ang!

A police car siren began to be heard outside as the man spoke.

When the man turned his head and looked out of the window, Jong-seok grabbed the head and made eye contact.

"Who is it?"

"Yes!"

Jong-seok laughed at the man's silence again when he heard the police car.

"You think it'll be okay to hear the police car? Ten seconds can feel like ten years.”

Then Jong-seok quickly captured his blood with his hands. And this time it was more painful than the blood just pressed.

"Cuck!"

The sound disappeared from the mouth when I pressed one of the men's throats trying to scream.

He just gasped with his mouth open. While looking at such a man, Jong-seok saw the man next to him.

"Don't you have anything to say?”

Then Jong-seok tried to use his hand, and the man blinked his eyes hurriedly. He hurriedly opened his mouth when Jong-seok pressed his body.

"I have been asked."

"Kill me?"

Nod!

"Who?"

"I don't know that. It's just the boss gave me a commission."

"Who's the boss?”

"That's..."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the hesitant man, opened his mouth when he saw him.

"There's a gang in LA called Wolf, you know?"

"Wolf?"

"Tell your boss. One of the gangsters who had a quarrel with me was shattered. And..."

Jong-seok put his finger on the man's head and said,

"I don't know who requested it, but I don't know if it's good to be an enemy with me, or if it's better to bring in a client's name or bring in a client. You'll have to choose one of the two."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok crushed the man's chest.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Shaking!

The man's face, trembling with terrible pain, was hardly questioned.

Why did you answer that?’

I thought talking would take away this pain. However, he wondered why he gave himself such pain again.

But it was obvious. Those who came to kill themselves... It's also Choi Mi-hee's house.

Not only herself but also Choi Mi-hee's family could have been in danger if she had not known and dealt with it in advance.

Jong-seok had no intention of simply handing them over to the police.

Jong-seok called Choi Mi-hee and Heo Jeong-nam as they saw the two shaking people who couldn'

"Are you all right?"

Jong-seok nodded at Choi Mi-hee.

"It's a thief."

"The thief? This town is a good place for security..."

"It's a good neighborhood, I guess."

Jong-seok only said so because it was obvious that he would be worried if he said someone had come to kill him.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-a-ing!

Then, looking out the window, the police car stopped in front of the house, and two policemen got off, and began to hurry up.

Jong-seok, who saw the approaching police officers with guns in one hand, once approached Choi Mi-hee and raised his hands above her head.

You shouldn't be mistaken for a thief and shot.

Then the police officers who came home with guns saw Choi Mi-hee.

"I got a report. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Choi Mi-hee nodded at the friendly police voice and pointed to the thieves shaking on one side.

"It's these two."

The police nodded at Choi Mi-hee's words and caught the thieves, and the wonder on her face was young.

"Status?"

I have no strength in my body and my whole body is shaking.

"What's wrong with these things?"

"Did you take a pill?"

Jong-seok pointed outside the house and said to the police.

"I had a gun."

"A gun?"

"While we were fighting, a gun was fired."

Choi Mi-hee looked at Jong-seok with surprised eyes.

"Did you get shot?"

"No."

Then Jong-seok pointed toward the entrance.

"It'll be somewhere over there."

At Jong-seok's words, a police officer went out and looked toward the entrance, and gave him a handkerchief and came in.

"They're not thieves, are they?"

Jong-seok crept up to them at the police's words.

"I'm worried about the girls over there, so take them outside."

At Jong-seok's words, the police looked at him and nodded and dragged two men out.

Then a police officer with two men in a police car saw Jong-seok.

"You seem to know something..."

"I don't know. I just caught him because he was trying to come in with a gun."

"Two men with guns alone? With your bare hands?"

"Yes."

At Jong-seok's words, the police looked at the gun wrapped in a handkerchief and said,

"It's equipped with a silencer. It's too much for ordinary thieves. And seeing the silencer fitted... It means I brought it to shoot. I think he's here to kill someone, not steal. Do you happen to know anything?"

"Shouldn't that be from those thieves, not me? I'm a victim for now."

"Well, that's true, but... What do you do for a living?"

When asked by the police, Jong-seok said, "Wait for a moment," and then went into the house and brought out his wallet.

Jong-seok, carrying his wallet, took out the business cards of Jack and Donald out of it.

"This is the LAPD business card?”

"These two will explain my status."

At Jong-seok's words, the police looked at him and saw his business card.

Although they were the same police officer, they were no different because of the different states. They belong to different groups and have no close friends.

The police, who were looking at his business card, called the contact number of his business card.

"Boston Police. It's not something else... Your name over there?”

When the police asked for his name, Jong-seok said his name.

"Jongseok Lee."

"Do you know Jong-seok Lee?"

Then a police officer, who was talking for a while, nodded his head, held out his business card to Jong-seok and reached out his hand.

"I didn't know you were the hero of the LA airport terror. It's nice to meet you. And thank you on behalf of the American police, or citizens."

Though they belong to different agencies, their gratitude for terrorism seemed the same. The police voice contained gratitude and respect.

Jong-seok held his hand.

"I just did what I had to do."

"And just in case, I'll have another patrol car watch this evening."

"You don't have to..."

"No, I'll report above and take that action, possibly in case of terrorism."

Jong-seok nodded at the police's words and soon the police car began to leave.

Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, felt sorry.

"I didn't let him go."

I was going to release it after doing it moderately, but I didn't release it.

But soon Jong-seok shook his head.

"They've come to kill me, and they've got to suffer this much."

It'll take a long time to get out in an hour or two. Of course, that hour could be a lifetime for those who suffer.

Back home, Jong-seok and Choi Mi-hee pressed some blood pressure to make it easier for them to calm down, and sent Heo Jung-nam into the room, and he lay down on the sofa.

I don't think he'll come again, but if anything happens, he can respond immediately.

And Jong-seok took out his cell phone and took a picture of the address he found on the navigation.

The place where the address was stamped was a bar.

"Hmm... who's trying to kill me? Is it really related to terrorism? Or do we have the Wolves left?"

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, lost his appetite.

What have I been doing since I came to America?’

At least two places come to mind when I think of them who want to kill themselves and who will actually send a killer to kill them.

There were many incidents in Korea, but not this much.

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