Boaaang-
As I turned the jet ski toward the sea, the beach was reflected in the side mirror.
Director Kim Yeong-chan was still standing on the sandy beach, looking at me.
‘Wouldn’t it be great to be alone?’
Nevis was one of the safest places among tourist destinations.
So you won’t be robbed on the road in broad daylight.
Actually, what I had to worry about was not Kim’s safety, but that he betrayed me.
But that part is fine too.
It’s because you’ve already installed a sure safety device.
I put explosives in his skull.
Inside the inventory, you can take out the contents of the canned food without opening the lid.
Instead of opening a can of pineapple, you can take out the pineapple and fill it with peaches or tangerines.
I was able to put explosives into his skull the same way.
The human skull was thicker than expected.
The thickest part reaches 10 mm in thickness.
Therefore, there was no problem in inserting explosives the size of millet.
Explosives made from sea salt do not react with any substance, so there is no rejection reaction even when put into the bone, and it is not absorbed into the bone tissue.
So once you put it in, it stays there for decades.
And even a small amount is so explosive that it’s enough to shatter his head.
Best of all, it can be detonated remotely.
Also, no matter how far away I am, I can detect the explosives I have planted.
So, even if Director Kim takes my money and runs away to the other side of the world, I can not only track him down, but also kill him at any time.
Managing Director Kim was an ‘icon of betrayal’ who had already stabbed Chairman Chun in the back.
I needed this safeguard because I was going to be managing my large sums of money far away from me.
Explosives never explode with heat, electricity, shock, or other stimuli, so as long as he doesn’t betray me, my head won’t explode.
I’ve already warned him that ‘I can kill you whenever I want’.
However, he did not specifically say that explosives were placed in the skull.
CT or MRI scans can detect explosives and remove them surgically.
‘Don’t do anything stupid, if you want to live up to your name.’
humming-
I increased the speed of the jet ski.
‘Let’s go back to Anguilla.’
The sea of Colombia, where the treasure ship was sunk, was also the Caribbean Sea.
However, even in the same Caribbean Sea, the distance was 1,600 km away.
Even driving a jet ski at full speed would take more than 16 hours.
So, as planned, I will return to Anguilla and board a plane to Venezuela.
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The sun was setting when we arrived at the Venezuela airport.
‘It’s Venezuela!’
This is a place I really want to visit before I die.
If you are a man, of course you want to visit the ‘land of beauties’.
But these days, when you hear the word Venezuela, you think of a completely ruined economy rather than beauty.
Many economists offer their own interpretations of why Venezuela collapsed.
However, people in ruined countries desperately needed food to satisfy their hunger right away rather than knowing why.
In Venezuela, 75% of the total population is living in extreme poverty, unable to even afford to eat.
Five million out of a population of 30 million have fled across the border to a foreign country to escape hunger.
And even now, large numbers of people were crossing the border into Colombia and Brazil.
I, too, will cross the border with their crowd.
trudging-
I left the airfield and walked down a dim street.
I heard that the economy was struggling, but the overall atmosphere of the city seemed to have subsided.
I entered a deserted alley.
hiss-
Then he changed his face to ＜100 Masks＞.
I changed it to a Latin-style face that is common in this neighborhood.
‘Should we go to the border area now?’
The route had already been decided.
There is a cathedral adjacent to the border, 80 km from the airport, from which you can smuggle people over the mountains into Colombia.
‘What’s the ride to the cathedral?’
There are several unregistered motorcycles in the inventory, but they stand out too much when you take them out and drive them.
‘Just take a taxi.’
If it’s 80 km, it’ll be a quick taxi ride.
However, there was a high probability of being ripped off.
I couldn’t use the taxi app because I didn’t have internet.
I brought a cannon phone prepared by President Park, but all other countries around it were roaming, but only Venezuela did not have a roaming agreement with the Korean telecommunications company.
You have to buy a local SIM to use the internet, but you had to present your ID when purchasing.
So I can’t use the internet until I arrive in Colombia.
‘I can go overboard.’
I came to steal 200 tons of gold and silver treasure, but let’s not be too afraid of the taxi fare.
It was then.
“[Take someone to go to Santa Maria Cathedral.]”
I heard someone mentioning my destination.
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When I turned my head to where the sound came from, an old bus was standing there.
A toutman was collecting passengers in front of the bus door.
People who looked like a family asked the tout.
“[How much is the fare?]”
“[All adults and children are US$2 per person.]”
“[Doesn’t they take Venezuelan money?]”
“[I don’t accept.]”
“[I don’t have enough money…. Kids, let’s just take one dollar.]”
“[Well, yes! It’s all about living.]”
After listening to the conversation, I could get on that bus to my destination, Santa Maria Cathedral.
Plus, the rates were incredibly cheap.
‘nice!’
I paid the fare and got on the bus.
There were already about 30 people inside.
People riding with children, people riding with women, couples of men and women.
They were all different, but had something in common.
Everyone was wearing a large luggage bag.
People packing up and heading to the border.
It was clear that they were trying to escape Venezuela.
dump-
I sat down in an empty seat.
humming-
After a while the bus departed.
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rattle-
After driving for about 30 minutes, the bus suddenly entered a dirt road.
Then the passengers started to mumble.
“[This road is not the way to the cathedral?]”
“[Isn’t it a shortcut?]”
“[no! It’s going the complete opposite!]”
Someone yelled at the bus driver.
“[Where are you going now?]”
Then the tout and a few men sitting right behind the driver turned to the passengers and laughed.
“[Don’t worry, I’ll take you to a place far better than the cathedral.]”
“[what? What the hell are you guys!?”]
As the bus became noisy, the touts and his colleagues drew knives from their arms.
A woman who grasped the situation hugged her child tightly.
“[oh my god···.]”
Tears were already welling up in the eyes of the young women.
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
‘Ah, really.’
I had seen the news that human trafficking was rampant in Venezuela these days.
Mostly young women are kidnapped and sold to brothels in Colombia or Brazil.
In addition, even if the victim’s family reports, the police do not work hard to find them.
Five million out of a population of 30 million have crossed the border, so even if someone suddenly goes missing, they say, ‘I must have escaped to another country’.
So human traffickers met the full scale.
Even if you kidnap dozens or hundreds of people, it doesn’t show much.
It was a simple example that if the country’s economy collapsed, the security would also be in a mess.
Queek-
the bus stopped
They arrived at the hideout of human traffickers.
I looked out the window and saw dozens of men standing with knives.
“[All get off!]”
Despite the cries of the criminals with knives, the passengers did not budge.
“[Get down quickly!]”
Sobbing-
Only the sobs of frightened women filled the bus.
They tried to cross the border to get out of hunger, but they fell prey to the ‘wolves’ before they even started.
“[You have to set an example to move!]”
swish-
One of the traffickers raised a knife at a nearby man.
I ordered him
“stop.”
“[uh?!]”
Then, the guy couldn’t move with a surprised look on his face.
“[why are you like this?]”
The other culprits, who were lined up in the front seats of the bus, couldn’t grasp the situation and looked puzzled.
“You all get down.”
All human traffickers, including the driver, got off the bus at my command.
I got off the bus with them too.
Right next to the mountain road where the bus was standing was a cliff dozens of meters deep.
I looked down and saw dead bodies.
They sorted people out here.
They left only the young women who could be sold to foreign countries alive, and took the money from the rest and threw them all over the cliff.
I ordered all traffickers.
“Everyone come to Ilu.”
Then all the human traffickers, including the guys who were waiting here, swarmed around me.
I’ll throw them all off the cliff.
hmm-
I looked back at the bus.
Passengers were looking this way through the windows.
Among them were children.
Disposing of them in front of the children was a bad idea.
I whispered to the traffickers.
“When the bus leaves, count to 100 in your head. Then everyone jump off the cliff.”
I left the traffickers behind and got on the bus.
And ask the passengers.
“[Does anyone know how to drive a bus?]”
Fortunately, one of the passengers was able to drive the bus.
rattle-
The bus started running down the dirt road.
And when you return to the right path,
hiss-
Signs of human traffickers disappeared at the same time.
They all jumped off the cliff and died.
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Queek-
This time, the bus arrived safely at Santa Maria Cathedral.
All the passengers got off the bus in turn.
On the way to this place, no one asked me about what had just happened.
I got off the bus and looked at the high mountain behind the cathedral.
Beyond that mountain, it was Colombia.
“[hey!]”
Someone came calling me.
She was a nun in the church here.
As I turned around, she came closer to me and whispered.
“[I heard from people. I know who you are Please protect them until they reach their destination.]”
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For two days, I climbed mountains and crossed rivers to Colombia.
Nothing much happened while crossing the border.
People in the mountains had nothing to eat, so I only shared the food I had in my inventory.
Even though I, without a backpack, handed out food to dozens of people, no one was surprised.
Everyone seemed to regard me as a ‘transcendant’ of their religion.
Well, I didn’t care what they thought of me.
We’ll break up soon anyway.
All Venezuelans have settled in ‘refugee settlements’.
I got out of there quietly without anyone noticing.
And it took about 30 minutes to walk to the nearest town.
And I checked my phone screen.
‘Finally the Internet!’
When I moved to Colombia, I was able to use roaming services.
I opened the taxi app and called a taxi.
bread-
After a while, a taxi arrived.
I climbed into the back seat and leaned against the seat.
humming-
The taxi departed.
After driving 400 km, they finally arrived at Cartagena, Colombia, where the treasure ship was sleeping.