sim.jaeyun → agent 003

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"Hikari, listen, you've got an hour in this club. He's in there, you need to find him, put that chip in his phone somehow, and get the hell out of there." My boss told me, and I nodded, looking at the cctv of the club from our little secret hideout.

"It'll be done in less than an hour." I chuckled, pulling my skirt up a little higher.

Obviously, I couldn't go into the club in my usual attire, that would completely give it away, so in order to blend in, I ensured that I fit straight into the dress code.

"Take this, just in case." My boss handed me my gun, and I grabbed it off him, heading out of the room where a few of my colleagues were not taking their eyes off the camera screens.

I pulled my skirt up, then with a garter, strapped the gun around my thigh. I checked beforehand, making sure it didn't look strange or as if I had something stuffed in there.

But no, perfect. And with that, I was ready to go and seduce some lowlife druglord.

I head out of the building, making my way towards the club building, booming with music and lots of noise from the inside.

Things like these were a regular to me nowadays, druglords often could be caught in one easy way.

Seduction from a pretty girl.

I mean, they wouldn't expect a girl like me to be one of the highest agents out there, nor would they expect me to have a gun strapped to my thigh.

So, it was a foolproof plan all the time.

I stepped into the club, pushing through the numerous crowds and trying to get to the room where the supposed guy was.

His nickname was 'chilli', his nickname made me laugh, I have no idea why, but it was such a dumb nickname.

I cleared my throat, taking in a deep breath as I prepared my facade to act like a stupid girl who had no idea where she was going.

With that, I opened the door to their private booth room, stumbling in and looking around - dazed.

There were a few women sat in there, sat beside the druglord and his friends, a stripper pole in the middle, with a stripper dancing.

Coke on the tables, liquor and god knows what else was on the table.

I widened my eyes, giving a short, timid chuckle as the druglord raised his brow, looking at me in interest.

"Oops, this isn't the room where Hana is? Right?" I scanned around, pretending to be the world's dumbest girl ever.

"She could be, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you stayed here for a little." The druglord spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

He was younger than the usual clientele, and was certainly not Korean.

"Oh really? You wouldn't mind?" I gave a small smile, bingo, and just like that, I was already on my way to getting the prize.

I shut the door behind me, all the eyes were on me as I sat down, directly beside the target himself.

He turned his head to observe my face, a smirk forming onto his lips as he smoothly placed an arm around me, taking a puff of his cigarette and blowing smoke out, calmly.

He spoke Chinese to his other friend, and they gave a short moment of laughter. From what I could decipher, he was calling me innocent, or stupid or something of the sorts.

He most definitely thought he had a chance, but little did he know.

"Ah, this couch is so uncomfortable." I gently whined, staring into his eyes as he raised a brow at me, wondering what I was getting at.

His phone was in his left pocket, and currently, I was sat on the side of his right pocket.

I brushed my finger against his lap, and he licked his lower lip, his sharp gaze meeting mine and giving me free will to sit on his lap.

So without being said, I did exactly that.

With a slow, rhythmic movement, I sat onto his lap, facing him as he just observed my face thoroughly, the most perverted and disgusting smirk written all over his face.

I wrapped my arm around his neck, jesus, when was the other agent about to come in and act like a drunken maniac as a distraction? I'm not sure how long I can cope with this.

He situated his hands on my waist, and just as I was about to actually give up and pull my gun out on them, the door bust open, revealing one of my workers, stumbling drunkenly into the room and causing a purposeful commotion.

"Hey! What the fuck? Get the hell out!" The druglord furrowed his brows, my co-worker simply knocked over drinks on the table, leaning on the wall and creating the most dramatic scene just so I could get his phone bugged.

The druglord situated me back onto the couch, he stood up, and conveniently, his phone fell out of his pocket, so, discreetly as the rest of the guys were pushing my worker out of the room, I insert the chip into his phone, quickly closing the back of it with a fiery beating in my heart.

I stood up, walking towards the exit as the druglord looked at me, confused.

"Hey, hey why aren't you staying?" He wanted me to stay, pfft, as if I would.

"I need to go to the bathroom, I promise, I'll be right back." I blew him a kiss, heading off into the crowds and never to be seen again in that room.