Vroom—the vibration drilled into his ears. His head became dizzy and his sense of balance momentarily collapsed.
“Fuck… what the hell is this.”
But even in his dizzily spinning vision, Woonghee gritted his teeth and endured. He once again tightly gripped the neck of the police scumbag caught in his arm.
“A bomb must have exploded outside…!”
Tula’s brow contorted. The piercing through his eyebrow bounced—pop, pop—and glinted threateningly. The guy gripped his gun tightly and left the room first. Woonghee also dragged the scumbag’s body along and followed behind.
When they came outside, the world had changed. The ceiling had collapsed, leaving the top completely open.
“Crazy, what a fucking mess.”
The night sky visible from inside the house. The stars twinkling like the Milky Way were as grotesque as they were beautiful. White smoke was thick all around. His eyes stung, and acrid smoke viciously stabbed his throat.
“Crazy, which one exploded?”
The objects inside the house were scattered everywhere by the shockwave of the explosion. The desk was overturned, and chairs and electronic devices were shattered into pieces and embedded in every corner.
“……”
And between them, he could see some guy lying face down.
Hiss—white smoke slowly cleared. The guy was lying like a corpse between the fallen drum cans, then groaned “Ugh” and wriggled. He was a baldy bastard, a police officer wearing the same uniform as the guy caught in his arm.
“These bastards, every single one of them playing around so shamelessly…”
Bright red blood was flowing from the baldy’s hands and shoulders. Behind him was a drum can with its lid blown off. A bomb that Tula had stuffed into one drum can had exploded. The mannequin that had been inside had its head blown off and was completely shattered.
Did he think theirs might have been stolen? So he rummaged through it? Police, scumbag bastard—you must have come in and out of this island quite a bit too.
Not knowing that action would deal a fatal blow to himself. The baldy bastard hurriedly tried to grab his gun and take position, but Tula was faster.
“Put that gun down, you motherfucker.”
Tula in front translated it right away. While pushing the gun muzzle even more into the baldy’s temple as if grinding it in. Soon the guy who was gritting his teeth put down his gun while trembling. Immediately after, he raised both hands high.
“Kick it over here.”
Kick—he obediently kicked the gun over too. Spin—when the gun rotated, Woonghee quickly grabbed it and pulled it to his side.
“And.”
Only then did he turn his eyes toward the window.
“You put it down too.”
Through the broken window, something black could be glimpsed. It was a gun muzzle pushed in from outside. Did he think they wouldn’t notice that? The last remaining bastard must have heard the explosion and come running.
“I guess my words sound like shit to you.”
When eyes met with Woonghee, the gun muzzle wavered. Nevertheless, that gun muzzle still didn’t move while aimed at Woonghee. He must have been trying to aim at him while avoiding the guy caught in his arm. But the bastard had missed the timing. To gain the upper hand, you can’t hesitate for even one second.
“Should I just cut this bastard’s throat?”
Then Woonghee threatened by placing the machete under the neck of the police bastard he was holding.
“Should I just slice it open.”
The gun muzzle didn’t move at all. Woonghee cracked his head to the side with a crack. Why? You don’t think I can do it? Woonghee unhesitatingly sliced off the tip of the policeman’s ear with the machete.
“Kyaaaagh!”
The guy screamed. He tightened his arm a bit more snugly to prevent struggling. Even though he’d only cut off a bit of the tip, blood flowed profusely.
When the guy caught in his grip viciously cursed something or other, only then did the bastard stuck to the window frame also put down his gun. Tula quickly caught what was thrown through the gap in the window.
[You psychopath! Are you crazy for a foreigner? We’re police!]
The guy caught by him cursed in English while screaming.
[Do you think you’ll be safe after this?]
Regardless, Woonghee tapped the guy’s police badge with the back of the machete. What the fuck kind of police is police? When he sliced the chest area with the machete, the police badge fell off. It rolled like a toilet paper roll and stopped when it hit the doghouse with a thud.
“Yeah? Then what’s that?”
Woonghee, who said that, pointed to the doghouse on one side. Since there was also a food bowl next to it, he naturally thought they were raising a dog, but no. Because what was imprinted countless times around it were definitely human handprints. Even each fingerprint was crystal clear. They had tied people there and made them crawl on all fours like dogs.
…These filthy bastards. Did they giggle while watching omegas desperately begging for their lives? Is it right to see these as human bastards? They’re just a pile of filth, a garbage dump itself.
“Throw the boat keys in front. Then I’ll let you go.”
When he cursed like that, the bastards rolled their eyeballs around. They still hadn’t come to their senses.
“Tula.”
[Yeah, Woong.]
“Tell them there are more bombs here.”
When Tula moved his mouth, the bastards started cursing something or other. He couldn’t understand any of it, but judging by that intonation, it was definitely cursing. Amid the noisy commotion, Woonghee was just calm. Where’s a dog barking? He rubbed his earlobe with his shoulder.
“Next time your bastards’ dicks will explode. I’m giving you exactly 3 seconds.”
Woonghee calmly counted. One, two…
[Fuck!!]
The bastard behind the window frame burst out cursing. It was the only Tagalog word Woonghee knew. The guy hesitantly rummaged in his pocket behind the window frame. Soon he threw the keys in front of Woonghee.
“As expected of males, I guess they were scared of losing their dicks… with tools that look like they couldn’t even be used as chopsticks.”
Tsk tsk, Woonghee clicked his tongue. With his hands, he roughly grabbed the police bastard’s collar and dragged him along. Then he kicked the keys with his walker, threw them in the air, and snatched them. While holding them and smiling with satisfaction.
“T-take me too, take me too, you motherfuckers!”
A shout was heard from behind. When he looked back, Director Hwang with his limbs tied was wriggling and crawling out.
“Huh…”
Woonghee let out an empty laugh. Did he crawl like a worm from under the bed looking like that idiot? He must have had quite a hard time. Tula muttered [Fuck] quietly and then looked at Woonghee.
‘Are you really going to take that?’
That’s what his eyes were asking. Woonghee nodded his head. Soon Tula carried Director Hwang on his back. He held him so carelessly that Director Hwang’s head shook frantically back and forth every time Tula ran.
“You motherfuckers, run a bit slower!!”
Director Hwang’s words couldn’t even be heard. With escape before their eyes, his heart became even more urgent. Escape was no longer a mirage. It was success really approaching before his eyes…!
He stared straight at the bastards with wide eyes. He kept them tautly open without blinking even once. No matter how trashy they were, the opponents were police. He couldn’t let go of the tension until the end.
Only when they reached the sea did Woonghee whip his head around.
“A boat…!”
An electric boat was really docked on the sandy beach. The hull gleamed in the moonlight and looked sharp as if it would slice through the water at any moment. It seemed like it would take him anywhere. Even if that place was beyond this damn reality.
“Get on first.”
He threw the keys to Tula and gestured toward the boat. Tula said he understood and quickly approached the boat and threw Director Hwang.
“Kyaaaagh!”
A terrible scream was heard along with a thud. The boat rocked and slapped the waves with a splash. Woonghee laughed cheerfully and turned his head.
“Good job.”
Now it was time to deal with the police bastard brought as a hostage. Woonghee pressed the guy’s back with the tip of the knife. Tap tap—the vertebrae caught on the sharp blade tip.
“You keep walking forward.”
[Why, why, why…!]
The guy turned pale, asking why the hell he was doing this. Of course, if he kept going in the direction Woonghee twisted, it was the edge of a cliff. A high wall as if broken off.
“You fucking bastard, did you think it would all end like this?”
The guy tried to stand on his tiptoes to resist somehow, but Woonghee was relentless. He grabbed the guy’s collar and dragged him mercilessly into hell.
[Aaaaagh!]
They reached the edge of the cliff like that. Splash, splash—seeing the waves crashing viciously, the guy made even more of a fuss. Woonghee mercilessly kicked the guy’s back. Soon the guy’s center axis collapsed and he cut through the air at high speed.
Soon a splash sound followed.
At that sound, the two bastard colleagues who had rushed out of the house stood still and froze. And after a moment, they looked around at Woonghee and Tula once each.
He could feel them quickly turning their heads. They only had police batons, but Tula had a gun.
[Aaaagh!!]
At that moment, the police bastard who surfaced on the seawater with a splash flailed his arms frantically, begging to be saved. Soon the two concluded and quickly ran to save the bastard who had fallen into the sea.
“Quickly, quickly, hurry!”
Meanwhile, Woonghee moved his feet quickly. Then he grabbed the side of the boat and jumped over. Soon the engine sound roaring like fury shook the night air.
Moments later, the boat violently raced through the sea. Seawater splashed roughly. It rushed into his face, eyes, mouth. The salty taste vibrated on the tip of his tongue. Gasping for breath, Woonghee fixed his gaze forward.
His hair flew wildly here and there. Between them, Woonghee’s strangely curved eyes were revealed. With the hand holding the machete, he wiped his cheek with a swipe. Bright red blood smeared on his soft white cheek.
“…Fuck, got it.”
This time it’s really an escape!
His chest soaked through. He was soaked in the joy of finally successfully escaping. He was intoxicated with that success.
His chest was dampened wetly. It wasn’t sweat, it was a feeling. The thought that he was finally alive pierced his head. He had finally succeeded. Strength drained from his body. He laughed without realizing it. Ha, Woonghee laughed. Like a madman.
“Ha…”
It was a night sea without a single light, but he wasn’t scared at all. It felt like finally putting down the old indigestion he’d been holding in his body.
If they kept drifting like this, they could arrive anywhere. Anywhere would be better than this crude island…
While smiling faintly with such thoughts, the boat had already gone quite far.
And it was instantaneous.
As if fireworks were bursting, he heard a whoosh sound from the back of his head. At the sudden noise, Woonghee stiffened his body like a startled cat. All traces of laughter disappeared. With a face frozen stiff, he whipped his head back.
He saw a sky dyed bright red.
“Fire…works?”
Flames ignited in Woonghee’s wide eyes. Dazzling sparks were tearing through the darkness. Fragments of flame seemed to be dancing.
It was the second time in his life seeing fireworks.
…And the first time was on Managing Director Gi’s cruise.
Then where are those fireworks exploding right now? The island beyond? No, it doesn’t seem like it. It definitely seems to be exploding from somewhere closer than that island…!
And the end of that sea dyed jet black.
The peaceful horizon was stirring. Something huge writhed like an orca called the strongest predator of this sea.
It looked like a very large… cruise ship was approaching.
