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The Chinese truck driver collapsed as his legs gave out.
And I looked at the corpses of my comrades in a daze.
It was insane that the pupils were completely opened.
sniff-
I climbed onto the cargo hold.
There were piles of $100 bills.
He put his hand on the pile of money.
‘acceptance.’
hiss-
All dollars went into inventory.
The goal of this journey is to obtain 2 tons of gold and 1 ton of dollars.
Having won the dollar, you have already achieved half the result.
‘Okay, now only gold is left.’
hiss-
The vacant place where the dollar disappeared was filled with the box in the inventory.
＜Luncheon*t＞
President Park found out in advance which manufacturer’s canned food was used by Cheon Young-jin and his gang through eavesdropping while in Korea.
So I was able to prepare canned food of the same brand in advance before leaving for China.
Now, if you transport this to Hong Kong and bring it to the place they have decided, Cheon Young-jin will safely proceed with the transaction with the Triads.
If you attack the trading site and steal the gold, this will be over.
‘Let’s finish quickly and play.’
After work, I planned to enjoy the trip while shopping and eating delicious food in Hong Kong.
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Humming a song, I came out of the cargo hold, and the truck driver was still sitting there, distraught.
It’s not even in the state of ＜control＞, but it doesn’t seem to have the spirit to run away.
As you can see, he wasn’t a ‘professional’.
He jumped into crime for the first time because he could make a lot of money.
And witnessing a scene that I couldn’t handle, my mentality was broken.
Looking at him made me look back at myself.
Just witnessing the murder scene drives me crazy.
Why am I so sane after actually committing murder?
The pathetic office worker who worked overtime without pay and couldn’t express his dissatisfaction has now turned into a murderer who casually kills people.
Could it be because Alan is eating his soul?
Or is this just my nature?
Did the nature that was hidden tightly when he was weak came out when he gained strength?
Whatever it was, the reason I changed like this was that car accident.
The moment I threw myself at a truck that was running to save the kid, my spirit was summoned to another world.
And in that world, he lived as ‘Alan’ for a long time like eternity.
In the end, Alan destroyed the world there with his own hands, and my soul returned to Earth.
Aeons of time passed in Alan’s world, while only a few minutes had passed on Earth.
‘I’ who threw herself to save the little boy and ‘I’ who woke up in the hospital emergency room after a while are the same soul, but they are completely different people.
Although the memory of ‘Alan’ was completely forgotten as the soul returned to the body of ‘Choi Min-hyeok’, his personality was deeply imprinted in the soul.
And each time you get a piece of Alan’s memory from the tree, it seems to resemble him more and more.
No, it seems that I have already become more like Alan than Choi Minhyuk of the past.
But I can’t just say that it’s bad.
If I had stayed still even after seeing the child in danger at that time,
So, if the event of being summoned to another world itself hadn’t happened.
Was that really good for me?
If I had lived as Choi Minhyuk of the past, I would still be working for that crappy company.
On weekends, while doing chores ordered by company executives.
And in the rented room where the sewer water doesn’t drain properly, he must have been suffering from the landlord who broke into the house from time to time.
I would have been living a pathetic life, running errands for cigarettes, not making a sound, fearing that I would get beaten up if I ran into middle and high school students late at night.
‘I’d rather die than live like that.’
I can tolerate turning into Alan, but I absolutely can’t stand going back to ‘the past me’.
So let’s come now and don’t look back.
“Start it up!”
＜Control＞ activates and the truck driver jumps up and gets into the driver’s seat.
burrung-
And it started.
hiss-
I took President Park out of my inventory.
He looked around and opened his mouth.
“Is the situation over?”
I nodded and said.
“I need to change cars.”
I opened the door of the van driven by a Korean-Chinese man.
Three men were strangled with thick cable ties in the back seat.
They were Park Seong-gi’s subordinates.
Director Lim left Park Seong-gi alive and killed all his unnecessary subordinates.
I and Park pulled the body out of the car.
After that, President Park took the steering wheel and I got into the passenger seat.
I opened the van window and shouted at the truck driver.
“Off to Hong Kong!”
burrung-
the truck started.
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At that time, Cheon Young-jin was on a plane to Hong Kong with Managing Director Kim Young-chan.
The two sat next to each other in first class.
“oh!”
The stewardess slipped her hand while serving a drink.
The glass of water fell and the sleeve of Cheon Young-jin’s shirt got wet.
She brought a dry tissue to the wet spot and didn’t know what to do.
“sorry!”
“are you okay. It’s not even a drink, it’s just wet. Just let it dry.”
Cheon Young-jin smiled benevolently at her.
After the stewardess apologized repeatedly, she left to serve drinks to others.
“I’ll see you again, chief. There is an unexpectedly generous part.”
Cheon Young-jin smiled at the words of Kim.
“why? Did you think you could even throw a punch?”
When Managing Director Kim smiled instead of replying, Chun Young-jin continued.
“These days, there must be a lot of friends who ruined their lives on the plane.”
“hahahaha, you are smart.”
After a while, the stewardess from earlier came back and apologized to Chun Young-jin again.
“I’m really sorry.”
“If you’re so sorry, buy me a meal.”
“yes?”
Chun Young-jin put his business card on the table.
Then she sneakily took his business card.
Chun Young-jin looked at her back and licked his lips.
“Such b*tches should be scolded in a hotel room, not on a plane.”
“Heh heh, I envy your youth! Because I am old, I can only sigh when I see flowers.”
“why? You can eat beer*.”
heh heh heh-
Director Kim laughed, saying he couldn’t stop it.
“however···.”
Chun Young-jin changed the topic.
“Director Kim, how did you connect with him?”
This time, the person who arranged the deal with Chun Young-jin and the triad was Kim, the managing director.
“When I was young, I worked for an insurance company in England and made a connection.”
“uk?”
“The Triads are a worldwide organization. There are no borders.”
Director Kim began briefly explaining the triads to Chun Young-jin.
“The triad has a very long history. We have to go back to the Qing Dynasty.”
There are several theories about the origins of the triads, but the most influential one was that it was a Han Chinese association that dreamed of anti-Qing and prosperity.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there were many organizations that tried to destroy the Qing Dynasty established by the Manchus and revive the country of the Han Chinese, and it is one of them.
“Anti-Cheongbokmyeong? What kind of thugs’ cause is so grandiose?”
“What they did, claiming to secretly raise money for anti-corruption, ended up trading opium and human trafficking.”
“Pups of lambs. From the beginning, I just wanted to make money.”
“It is the original Chinese habit to pretend that cause is important and take advantage behind the scenes. You should never forget that when dealing with the Chinese.”
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Chun Young-jin and Kim, who arrived in Hong Kong, passed through the arrival hall and came out to the airport lobby.
A sign written in Korean caught their eyes.
＜Chief Youngjin Cheon of Angel Capital.＞
Cheon Young-jin did not come to Hong Kong secretly.
His official schedule was ‘market research to enter the Hong Kong market’.
Its original purpose was gold smuggling.
“Welcome to Hong Kong, Director Chen!”
A man holding a sign greeted me in fluent Korean.
Cheon Young-jin asked him.
“you are good at Korean. Are you Korean-Chinese?”
“No, I am a Cantonese native. I studied in Korea for two years when I was in college.”
“okay? You look smart.”
Cheon Young-jin was not good at English even though he attended high school and college in the United States.
To Cheon Young-jin, studying abroad for only two years and being so good at foreign languages was amazing.
“Come this way. I put the car on the dash.”
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When I followed the man out of the airport, a limousine was standing there.
Cheon Young-jin and Kim Sang-mu climbed into the back seat.
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The car started quietly.
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A limousine arrived at a restaurant in downtown Hong Kong.
Director Cheon and Managing Director Kim followed the guide into the restaurant.
The waterfalls and valleys made artificially indoors were so magnificent that they were mistaken for outdoors.
I passed through a huge hall and entered the hallway.
The guide stopped in a room at the end of the hallway.
“Eat inside.”
Upon entering the room, they were greeted by a short, average-looking mature man.
“[Welcome to Hong Kong!]”
He was the owner of a gold wholesale store and a member of the triad.
“[Sit inside.]”
There was a large rotating round table in the room.
The wholesaler guided Cheon Young-jin to the farthest seat from the door.
Director Kim sat right next to Cheon Young-jin.
“[It is Chinese etiquette to eat together before an important transaction.]”
Cheon Young-jin, who listened to the wholesaler’s words through the interpreter’s interpretation, responded with a smile.
“Korea is like that too.”
As the wholesaler gave the restaurant employee a sign, food began to arrive on the table.
Then the guide explained the food one by one.
Bear’s soles, crocodile soup, and bone dishes were all disgusting foods to Chun Young-jin.
Chun Young-jin said to Director Kim in a low voice.
“f*ck, nothing to eat. I’ll go to the hotel later and have some cup noodles.”
“Heh heh, I didn’t wear it because it was delicious, I wore it for my face. It is a tradition here to serve expensive food as the transaction amount increases.”
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A waitress brought a serving cart.
On top of it were bottles of various types of alcohol, including white wine, wine, and whiskey.
The wholesaler opened his mouth with Baekju.
“[Old Maotai. It is famous for the alcohol that President Xi and Chairman Kim of North Korea drank together.]”
It was the liquor that was said to cost over 200 million won per bottle.
The wholesaler set the glasses on the turntable and poured the Maotai.
Then the tables were turned.
And when the glass came in front of Cheon Young-jin, it stopped spinning.
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Chun Young-jin lifted the glass and drank it in one breath.
Then he nodded his head with a satisfied expression.
“Maybe it’s because it’s expensive, but it tastes good.”
After a few drinks, we started talking about work in earnest.
Chun Young-jin first asked the wholesaler.
“How about canned food? Should I just give it to you or peel it?”
They were asking whether to hand over the dollars in canned form or just the money after sorting.
“[Just give me canned food. That’s even better for us. These days, there are a lot of eyes watching.]”
Originally, the Hong Kong Triads and the Hong Kong police had a close relationship that could be said to be one body.
In 1997, when Hong Kong was handed over to China, the Hong Kong police came under the command of the Chinese Ministry of Public Security.
So, I couldn’t maintain the close relationship like before.
He asked for the dollars in canned food in case there would be police surveillance.
“[Our stuff is already ready. But when will canned food arrive in Hong Kong?]”
“Canned food coming soon…”
Cheon Young-jin is trying to answer the wholesaler’s question.
belt ring-
A text message has arrived.
Chun Young-jin checked the message and smiled broadly as he spoke to the wholesaler.
“Canned food has already arrived in Hong Kong.”