Chapter 9: Crazy Guy
Meanwhile, in a narrow alley near the house, two men dressed in identical long padded coats had entered. One of the men, holding a walkie-talkie, muttered.
"This seems to be the target's house, but there's no movement."
"What's this? Min-gi-nim warned us a lot too... Seems anti-climactic. Did he just go to bed?"
A man crouched on the trash can lid, chewing gum noisily. As the streetlight's glow poured over him, the word "PADO" written in white on the back of his long padded coat was revealed.
"Hey, it's cold. Let's wait for 30 more minutes... If there's no movement by then, let's head back."
"Understood."
"And buy some fish-shaped buns on the way back."
"Sounds good. Man, what kind of overtime is this?"
"Exactly."
The last agreement came from an unfamiliar voice. Before the two men could react, a plastic bag was suddenly thrown over their heads.
Thud! Something heavy struck one man in the stomach. He let out a gasp and crumpled to the ground. The hit was so powerful that sweat started pouring from him with just one kick. Damn... it hurts like hell! But the pain was so intense he couldn't even struggle. A strange voice muttered.
"This should be enough..."