Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

part:15

Jungkook strode into the police station, his presence transforming the lively hubbub into an uneasy silence.

His eyes, sharp and unyielding, cut through the room like a blizzard.

Every head turned to him, a collective shiver running down their spines as the temperature seemed to plummet with his arrival.

At the front desk, an officer sat, his composure faltering as he noticed Jungkook's approach.

His hands were visibly shaking, and he struggled to maintain his poise.

Jungkook, with his air of icy authority, made his way directly to him, every step echoing ominously.

“Did you forget your manners, or is your ego so inflated that you think you can sit while I’m standing here?”

Jungkook’s voice was smooth, yet carried an edge that made the officer’s heart race.

The officer jumped up, his face a mask of fear and confusion. “I—I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean—”

Jungkook’s gaze never wavered, his expression as cold as a winter’s night.

“I gave you a number to track a car. What’s the status? Or are you too busy enjoying your comfortable seat to do your job?”

The officer’s voice cracked as he stammered, “It might take a bit longer. The process—”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a dark, mocking smile.

“So, you’re telling me that, despite my patience, you still can’t deliver the information? How utterly disappointing.”

The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Jungkook’s movements were swift and precise as he drew his gun.

The officer’s eyes widened in terror, but before he could react, Jungkook’s shot rang out.

The officer collapsed, a grim testament to the consequences of failing to meet Jungkook’s expectations.

As the sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, the remaining officers stood frozen, their faces a mix of horror and awe.

Jungkook holstered his weapon with casual finality, his gaze sweeping over the room like a storm ready to break.

Jungkook’s gaze shifted to another officer, his cold eyes locking onto him with a palpable intensity.

“Do I still have to wait, or have you finally done your job?”

The officer, visibly trembling, swallowed hard and stammered, “N-no, sir. I have the location. Here it is.”

He handed over a slip of paper, but his hands were shaking so much that the paper fluttered precariously. Jungkook glanced at it, his brows furrowing as he read the address.

“It’s pointing to a... prostitute’s house?” His tone was sharp, a mix of surprise and impatience.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he turned back to the trembling officer, his voice slicing through the tension.

“Are you absolutely certain this is the right location?”

The officer’s face was pale, his nerves frayed. “Y-yes, sir. It’s the address we’ve got. It’s confirmed.”