A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
Skills win a battle, Brains win a war. But having both achieves you a life of glory.
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"Target located, boss," Sherly informed.
Jungkook bit his lips while staring at the red blinking dot on the big LED screen. "Prepare a team. We'll attack tonight."
"Will you go?" Jimin asked.
"No," Jungkook replied crisply before walking out of the room.
Sherly mockingly laughed at Jimin before walking out. The shorter male fumed in anger and banged the desk, "I wish you get bald while fighting." He shouted at the closed door.
Jungkook saw three cars speeding away from his balcony. He was in a greyish-blue house coat. His hair was ruffled and his oily, tanned skin shone in the dim light.
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He twirled a wine glass in his hands, sipping the lemon-yellow liquor periodically, hoping that this time his team would succeed. He believed in Sherly's capabilities; she was a rare breed of talent.
Suddenly, a faint click shattered the peaceful silence. Jungkook rolled his eyes and spoke without turning around, "Can't you guys give me a break? It's fucking midnight!"
"We know you sent your men to attack us, and now your mansion is unguarded. But surprise! We were the ones waiting for your men to leave so we could end you here," a manly voice replied.
"Oh, Yejin!" Jungkook slowly turned around, the smirk never leaving his face. He saw three men, each pointing a gun at him. They were among the best fighters of Eclipse. "How many times do I need to remind you that you three are no match for me?"
"We'll see about that." Yejin's finger rested threateningly on the trigger.
"Let me warn you, you three might not see the next sun." Jungkook tilted his head, his confidence unwavering. Suddenly, he hurled the wine glass at them. It shattered against the wall just above Yejin's head, sending shards of glass and a cascade of wine raining down on the intruders.
Startled, the three men opened fire, bullets ricocheting off the walls. Jungkook vaulted across his bed, crouching down for cover. He assessed the situation—his attackers were using a Colt Python revolver, an expensive weapon with only six bullets. He needed to buy time and exhaust their ammunition before making his move.
