MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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Port Nel.

I have been sitting on top of one of the shipping containers for two hours, watching people come and go. Most of them just sailors and port workers. But those few, those suspicious few, they are coming and going to and from a building at the entrance of the port. It's a fancy, modern building. I'm sure that if they had someone with a sniper there, they could see me clearly. If it was day and you have good eyes. I sure can see them with my binoculars.

The building seems like a typical office building, with small offices and people working diligently. To anyone looking, they are a company. To me who knows about them, they're nothing more than money launderers.

Dressed up in their fancy suits and sitting down in their cute little offices, pretending they're working while they're robbing most of the world of their money. In general, I wouldn't care in the slightest unless I'm asked to take them out, but if they have anything to do with Rain's body, I'm gonna bring the building down with all of them in it.

After another 30 minutes and the sun going down completely, I descended from my container throne and made my way to the fancy building.

Waking through the glass, spin door, I walked into a lobby where they have an actual receptionist. A very trained one. While she greeted me with a smile, her hand slipped under the desk as she was searching for that little button which would empty the building in a second.

'I suggest you remove your hand from that button before I remove your hand from your body.'

She lost the fake smile and raised her hands in defense, looking at me with fear evident in her eyes.

'Where is your boss?'

'He's not in.'

'I don't think you understand.' I pull a kunai, twirling it over my finger. 'Either tell me where he is, or I'll kill every single person in the building to find him, starting with you.'

'He left earlier.' She gulps

'I guess I'll go find him on my own. Press that button, and I'll find you in your home and tear you apart.'

I left her with the warning and made my way down the stairs to a building basement. No one is gonna keep their illegal shit up here. If there's anything, it will be down under. And just I thought, there were doors at the end of the pitch black hall.

I noticed a small red door in the dark corner, looking directly at it because I know they're watching me. I stared at it for 20 seconds before the door in front of me opened, and I was welcomed by two guys.

I walked inside, knowing that they only opened because they are trying to trap me. But they have it wrong. It's not me who's trapped in here. It's them who are trapped in here with me.

As expected, the basement is where they do their dirty work. Money counting machines are all over the place, with people dropping the bills in. The whirring sound is buzzing through the place, but other than that, it's silent. Just dozens of people counting fake money.

'To what do we owe the pleasure of a mercenary coming to our base?'

I looked towards the sound, meeting the eyes of a man who clearly has poor dressing taste. Dressed up in a silk, hawaian shirt and tight white trousers, he resembles a Spanish movie drug lord. Even the leather, crocodile shoes...

'Oh.' He stopped walking and his smile faltered as he came closer, taking a better look at me. 'You're the death angel.'

'Can we skip the fake pleasantries and you just tell me what I need to know so I can go?'