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106: Do it once and see (3)

Inside the high bridge. The road on Oraden Avenue was cleaner than I thought. Cars parked with frogs were lined up next to the narrow road in this lane.

And at the entrance to the village, a two-story police station was standing there. Across the street were also three angled police cars, like food trucks with NYPD in large print.

The police car in the form of a food truck was a vehicle for escorting prisoners and troops called a chicken coop in Korea. That’s three of them standing.

“Is this right?”

Cheol-woo, who was walking along the road, began to have doubts. Contrary to the notoriety he had heard, it was just a quiet and secluded neighborhood.

It was a little funny that New York was called the capital of the world economy, but the scenery you can only see anywhere in the countryside continued. MS-13’s hangout in the village that stood still at the entrance to the police station…. Something smelled of manipulation.

As I went into the Harlem River for a while, the surrounding landscape began to change little by little. Crossing another block and walking, I saw a local food bank right in front of the road.

“Hey, where’s the junk dealer?”

I asked the old woman of South American descent who was squatting in front of him, but she only shook her head without saying a word. The old woman was set up early to receive her food.

Through the Warrior, he stuttered and changed the question to Spanish. Then the old woman smiled, revealing the few remaining teeth. Then she raised her hand and pointed into the road.

There was a road that wasn’t even on the map. It meant that it was new or that the surveyor didn’t even dare to go there.

That was where the Warrior was pointing. In a neighborhood where there was no Wi-Fi or a frequency to be used for communication, even the Warrior could not show accurate map data.

As I entered the side road pointed by the old woman, a narrow road appeared again. As soon as I crossed the road again, I ran into a car coming out of the alley.

Boo! profit!

“Hey, Bro! Do you really like the clothes you are wearing?”

The car was a truck with a bunch of modifications. It also looked very familiar with the engine sticking out of the bonnet.

The faces of the two men in the car were full of tattoos. The guys who attacked the limousine all had tattoos on their faces.

“Yeah, bro. I like the car you ride too. Huh!”

Cheol-woo was happy to see the people in the car. There was no need to wander or to walk hard anymore.

“It’s just two blocks from here to the parking lot. Right behind it is the junkyard. The boss will be there.”

secluded alley. A truck carrying iron cows was parked quietly in the corner. There was a secret conversation going on inside.

At Cheol-Woo’s feet, a man was lying on the floor of the car with his neck stomped on. And the other was sitting in the passenger seat of the car.

His hands were inside the truck’s power steering wheel. Outside the steering wheel, Cheol-woo’s knee stood, and on top of that knee was the arm of a South American man with a tattoo on his face.

swish! Tight! Whoops! turn it off!

Cheol-woo, who heard the man’s explanation, turned the steering wheel relentlessly. Then his hand on his steering wheel turned and his arm on his lap broke with a loud noise.

The man’s moaning mouth was blocked by Cheol-woo’s hand. He turned his steering wheel a few more times, and the man swallowed a moan on his own.

“Where?”

“The junkyard next to the parking lot…”

“Where did you say it?”

“The bar, the junk shop behind the pub on the other side.”

“Sah, I told you the truth, but why again…?”

“It’s just like inertia. As if you keep lying… Shall we try the other arm now?”

“Sa, please save me!”

“It’s okay, a broken arm won’t kill you… just become sick When bones become powder, they can’t be put back together…”

Cheol-woo brought his opposite arm and said calmly. But it was a very urgent moment for the victim.

“I will burn it all. So please, only one arm…”

“Take it slow, take it slow! Because there’s still one left…”

pudding! turn it off!

Cheol-woo said with strength in his legs. He heard the sound of a broken neck bone beneath his feet.

“It’s on the other side of the Bronx. The junkyard in East Hello Road near Huntington Park is the boss’s hideout. Really. This is a camouflage space to hide it.”

Now I vomited the truth. The moment the place was spoken from his mouth, the Warrior scoured the area.

By using the huge antenna of the building in front of the car parked in front of it, it was possible to quickly investigate the exact location and surrounding conditions. This idiot who didn’t know that was talking stupid things and earning a lot of money.

[It is consistent with the course of events that have occurred in the past. The probability that the location is a hideout is 82%.]

The Warriors matched their movements by comparing their words with the large-scale events that MS-13 had in the past. And he pulled out the closest position.

The report McKay gave did not clearly state the MS-13’s hideout. Needless to say, the NYPD and the FBI have been trying to find their hideouts for years.

They have been so careful in hiding their movement. They acted so cleverly that they vomited as many as six fake hideouts while torturing these guys.

At the same time, it was difficult for the Bronx police to prepare enough personnel or weapons to hit 6 or 7 hideouts at the same time. In addition, the armament of the MS-13 was not formidable.

Various heavy weapons from South America were piled up in their hideout. In a nutshell, the police say, ‘Compared to this place (Bronx), Harlem is Beverly Hills.’ Did I even say…

So, Cheolwoo also came from a well-known place. I was sure that I would eventually figure out the exact location of the idiots here.

puck! Kudang! puck! Kudang!

After knocking them down, Cheol-woo threw them behind the truck and sat back in the driver’s seat. Now it’s time to go catch the real bosses.

“Chief. The second boss’s funds seem to be moving.”

Cheol-woo’s cell phone rang as he crossed the other side of East Road 233. It was Deputy Kwak. In an urgent voice, he reported that Mingyu’s slush fund was moving.

Cheol-woo glanced at the clock. The current time is 11 am. It was midnight in Korea.

Thinking of Deputy Kwak, who carried out his orders all night, made me smile. He was reticent and shy, so he had zero sociability, but he was a talented person who could do his job like a sword.

“Good work. If you are tired, rest in the officetel I take pictures of. I will text you the password and address.”

“Chief, I am with you!”

Again, he was an unstoppable representative. He also strongly appealed that he was with Kwak.

“Hey, Manager! Can I do this for you?”

“Work, what?”

“Isn’t it enough to prevent the slush from moving around?”

“…if I had to say it, it would be.”

“I wish I could do that!”

“··· how?”

For the first time since he met Deputy Kwak, he actively offered his opinion. In the meantime, Deputy Ahn had been taking over this role, and he only showed reluctance to participate.

But why did you suddenly become so active? I wondered what the reason was.

“Right now, the country is noisy because of the Pharaoh Hotel. Many unidentified bodies were found, one of which was identified as Japanese, and many of them were found to be in possession of illegal weapons.”

“like! That’s right, the riots only make me sick.”

“At a time like this, if news spreads that there is a tycoon who has financed the Pharaoh Hotel, or the Pharaoh Casino, and that he is stealing slush funds, you probably don’t know, but the fire will burn like oil on a burning fire.”

“By what means are you going to spread the rumor…?”

“···It bypasses the IP and posts it on the Internet bulletin board or SNS···.”

“Will people really believe that?”

“Would it be difficult?”

“If there is no public credibility, it will be buried soon. Even now, related groups and people must be rolling their heads to bury it in another article before things get bigger.”

“···Yes. sorry. I did something presumptuous…”

Deputy Kwak’s voice suddenly decreased. The will to do something was once again shattered.

“No, I have nothing to blame. The direction of thought was very good. But the way it was implemented was just a little clumsy…”

“…that, then…?”

“I will send you a contact number. Connect there and let the information flow. Edited and sent in detail enough to be sure that it is reliable information… Can you do it?”

“yes? Yes Yes! You can! …By the way, if that happens, will our identity be exposed?”

At Cheol-woo’s permission, Deputy Kwak’s voice grew louder again. However, he soon expressed concerns about identity exposure.

If it hadn’t been for the deputy, I probably would have pushed without covering the fire. It’s not that his aloofness is bad, but he also needed a new breast like Deputy Kwak.

Whether it was coincidence or fate, there were two people with opposite personalities as a team. It could have been a fantastic combination if only teamwork was thoroughly cultivated.

“He is also a former political reporter. Now, I’ve become a celebrity or a paparazzi chasing after… I’ve used it once before too. Don’t worry about that, as the informant’s identity will be secured.”

“yes! Then I will do as you tell me.”

“Yeah, let’s look forward to it. To both of you…”

“Chief! Deputy Ahn will also follow closely! Please watch!”

Tight!

“Miss, this bastard… Why are you hitting me?”

The call ended with a bang on the head. A smile appeared on the corner of Cheol-woo’s lips without realizing it.

It was always a pleasure to watch the chicks grow and transform into medium chickens. On the battlefield, I’ve seen too many people being shot and thrown around before they even got that chance…

“Warrior, tell Hwaryeong about this as well.”

[Shall we share the rules of conduct?]

“No, he will take care of that. You just need to summarize the facts and send them.”

[···Sent.]

A few minutes later, I got a call from Hwaryeong. Excited, she said thank you and burst into laughter like a witch.

[Good signal around destination. Shall I open a map of the surrounding area?]

“Yeah, find out if there’s even a bastard called the Boss!”

[···You have finished your detailed search. A person who appears to be Tamuz was captured inside the building. Match rate 79%.]

Tamuz. He is the boss of MS-13 and uses the devil’s name as a nickname. His real name has not been revealed, and only one small picture is all that is left of him.

“Once you grab it, you can check it.”

There was a large junkyard a little far from where the car was parked. I slowly drove towards it.

Cheol-woo was still full of leeway. He hadn’t done anything more than once or twice to find and deal with an unidentified person.

Compared to the IS base in the middle of the desert or the drug plantation in the jungle, this place wasn’t too difficult. If you go through a few people to find the identity of the boss, it will eventually come out.

If the process was kept to a minimum, it could have been completed in about an hour. When you’re done here, you have to go catch a guy named Brian.

I was planning to bring his stake here so that Linda could definitely build a foundation. To do that, he has to go directly into the raccoon’s burrow.

Boo-woong, Queek! Bread!

It was when Cheol-woo was passing through a shabby alley and approaching the junkyard. A little boy came out of the middle of the road.

Cheol-woo, who hastily stopped the car, rang Klaxon lightly. Then the little boy pulled out a gun from behind his back. The gun was Uzi.