Chapter 7 : Asura Field (Part-2)
by fnovelpia
There were three main options:
1. Surrender to the police.
Quick and easy, but no guarantee of safety.
Considering how deep Kumyung Group’s influence ran in the police force, there was no trusting them.
2. Catch a flight and flee abroad.
Impossible to do unnoticed.
He’d have to leave all his weapons behind and would likely face a chase from Kumyung’s overseas branches the moment he landed.
3. Smuggle himself out.
But he hadn’t secured a safe route yet.
Heading to Busan Port—where Kumyung had weaker influence—might help, but it was still a gamble with his life on the line.
Where are you now?
Cheol-woo texted as he went down the stairs.
Hey hey
Was that you just now?
Was that you, Min Cheol-woo?
Your sister’s asking.
Answer.
Answer.
Answer.
Cheol-woo sighed.
What was he supposed to do with this?
Just then, a call came in.
“Was… was that you? The one who shot just now?”
“I told you not to call. Phones can be tapped.”
“I already changed clothes! Had to ditch my bag too! Just answer me, Cheol-woo! Was that you who fired?”
“Yeah, it was me. Where are you?”
“What the hell is that gun?”
“I work in security, remember?”
“Security companies don’t use guns like that! No—whatever. How could you do that? As a human being?”
“…What?”
“How could you shoot someone?! Wasn’t a warning shot enough? Couldn’t you have just scared them off? Did you have to kill all of them?!”
Cheol-woo found himself utterly speechless.
Where was he even supposed to begin?
Should he delve into the fact that those men did not retreat even after the warning shots were fired, or how the presence of just one survivor would have been enough to locate her and bring in reinforcements within a mere ten minutes?
He had believed that she comprehended the situation—after all, she had adhered to orders so faithfully, and after witnessing those men attempting a kidnapping in broad daylight.
Had she really not grasped the situation at all?
Was she always this detached from reality?
“Where are you? Let’s talk face to face.”
“I don’t know. I can’t see you right now. I’m too scared.”
“What? Noona!”
“Don’t shout! You’re scaring me!”
Goddammit.
Cheol-woo clenched his jaw and lowered his voice.
“Noona, you know you’re in danger right now, right?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then let’s meet. I’m on your side. Got it?”
“Throw away the gun first. Or I’ll report you.”
“…Where are you, then?”
“I’m… ah. The police are calling me over.”
“…What?”
Click—
The call dropped.
Cheol-woo picked up his pace.
“Excuse me, miss. You witnessed the accident back there, right?”
“Yes, huh? No?”
“Please cooperate.”
Out of nowhere, a patrol car abruptly halted directly in front of Yuri, its tires screeching slightly as it came to a stop.
With purposeful movements, two officers exited the vehicle, forcefully slamming the car doors behind them, resulting in loud thuds that echoed in the quiet surroundings.
Without any preamble or polite inquiry such as, “Could you please cooperate?” the officers issued a direct command with the words, “Please cooperate.”
The imposition of this direct request instantly triggered a sense of unease in Yuri, making her acutely aware that something about this entire encounter felt distinctly off-kilter.
Despite her growing discomfort, she reminded herself that these individuals were indeed law enforcement officers, and there were numerous bystanders around them witnessing the scene.
In light of the strange and unsettling events that had been transpiring lately, she began to rationalize that perhaps their brusque demeanor was simply another byproduct of the bizarre atmosphere surrounding her.
“I’m really busy right now… Sorry.”
“We just need a quick statement. It’ll only take a moment. Please come with us voluntarily.”
“No.”
“….”
The two officers sighed deeply and exchanged glances.
Then, one of them suddenly moved behind Yuri and grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing?!”
“Don’t move! Drop the knife! Drop the knife!”
“What knife are you talking about—”
Clang!
A large kitchen knife fell to the ground from near Yuri’s bent arm.
What the hell was this?
Before she could even process what was happening, she was on her knees and in handcuffs.
“Threatening a police officer, huh? Classic rage control issues. You’re under arrest in the act.”
“You dropped the knife there yourselves, what the hell…!”
People were starting to gather around, but no one had seen exactly what happened.
Yuri’s desperate protests were completely drowned out by the sound of onlookers clapping and cheering.
She was roughly thrown into the patrol car by the two officers.
By the time she tried to escape, the doors were already locked.
“You bastards! I’m going to file a complaint! Let me out of here right now!”
“We’ve secured the woman, sir.”
[Don’t damage her. Bring her back to the office. If her face gets messed up, Min Cheol-woo might not recognize her.]
“Yes, sir.”
Yuri suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe.
What… the fuck… kind of conversation was that?
“The woman”? “Secured”? “Don’t damage her face”?
This wasn’t police talk—it sounded like something out of a human trafficking ring.
She banged her head against the window in panic, but it just hurt her head.
She tried to interfere with the driver, but a thick acrylic barrier blocked her from getting through.
“Let me out! Let me out, you sons of bitches!”
“She keeps kicking. I can’t drive like this. Shut her up.”
“Got it.”
The acrylic panel hissed open, and a long rod slid through.
What the hell is that? Yuri wondered—
The moment it touched her arm—Zzzzap!
A jolt of electricity shot through her, making all the hair on her body stand up and a piercing scream rip from her throat.
Once—then again—Zzzzap!
By the third time, Yuri was curled into a corner of the backseat, sobbing and trembling uncontrollably.
“Hey. He said not to damage her.”
“Relax. She won’t die.”
“Death isn’t the only problem. What if she gets scars? You know we need a clean face for filming.”
“Some buyers like scars, though.”
“Just shoot clean first, then beat her up for the second round—satisfy all the tastes. Damn, you’re clueless. Are you an idiot at business or what? Just stop.”
“Fine, I’ll stop.”
Scars?
Filming?
Buyers?
Tastes?
Business?
What the hell were they talking about?
Yuri’s face went pale.
As the rod started coming at her again, her leg kicked out on reflex.
“Shock her again—she’s gonna wet herself at this rate—wait, gah?!”
KYAAGH!
CRUNCH!
Her wild kick slammed into the driver’s seat.
The backrest folded with a crack, and the officer’s head hit the steering wheel.
The brake was hit.
The car screeched to a halt.
Even Yuri was shocked—she hadn’t expected the seat to actually break.
The officers cursed under their breath, grabbing their metal rods and turning around.
Yuri cried out, “No, no! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!”
At that moment, a truck screeched to a halt in front of them.
The window rolled down, and a hand holding a black object emerged.
Yuri didn’t know much about guns, but she recognized this one from movies—
A pistol with a long, silencer-like attachment.
Her face turned pale.
“In front of us! In front of us!”
“What are you talking abou—”
“Huh?”
Thump-thump!
Pop!
Splatter!
Two clean holes punctured the front windshield of the patrol car.
Blood and other unidentifiable bits sprayed against the acrylic divider.
Yuri screamed.
Cowering in the backseat, she trembled as a shadow approached the car.
Click. The rear door opened. Yuri let out another strangled scream.
“What are you doing? Get out, noona.”
“Ah… ahhh… Cheol-woo…”
The moment she saw the face outside the door, Yuri broke down.
She threw herself at her younger brother, arms still cuffed, wrapping them around his neck.
She was carried to the truck in his arms, sobbing the whole way.
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