𝕆𝔹𝕊𝔼𝕊𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ ♡︎ Ⓣ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓚ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓚ︎

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 12 - 𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝

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***Long chapter alert***

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Third Person P.O.V

"Honey, we need to go for grocery shopping." A woman shouts from the little laundry room of her house.

"Boom! Agent Lee, Mr. Luke just killed you." Distant voices come from the living room as a little boy suddenly shouts afterwards, "Yes! I did it, daddy! Yay!"

A little boy raises his hand as he starts jumping on the couch out of total glory. Agent Lee throws his 6 years old son up in the air earning a loud giggle and then catches him again with a wide laugh. "Yes, that's my boy!"

He jabs his face on his son's tummy while replying to his wife with his slightly flashy tone, "Okay, get ready."

In that meantime, his phone starts ringing and Lee puts his son down on the couch and then takes the phone up from the tea-table. 

"Yeah, Jason?" Lee says as soon as he receives the call.

"Sir, you've to come to Wanju, right now."

"Wanju?" Lee frowns as he asks that looking outside through the window. 

"Yes, we got another dead body and…."

Lee's frowning brow flatten as he asks with his deep tone, "And?"

"He is Mr. Ro from China." 

Thunder! Thunder rambles over Lee's head as he hears the information. He still didn't find the culprit behind those 2 murders that he found out in the last 2 months and now another one!

And this time he is not even from their country. He is a foreigner and also a famous politician in China. 

Lee sighs in frustration and replies, "I'll be there as soon as possible. Send the body to the forensic lab. I'm calling Bin." 

Jason replies something but Lee doesn't catch that as he cuts the call. Turning around he notices his wife is looking at him with stern eyes. She already knew that her husband can't give her some time for grocery shopping on the weekend as she overhears the conversation.

"I'm sorry." Lee pouts as he tries to ask for forgiveness. She can't even protest as he hands his credit card in her wife's hand quickly.

Giving her a quick kiss on her forehead, the agent leaves his house in a hurry leaving a sad but proud wife.

They didn't need to share words, by now they know how to deal with these problems and his wife is more than proud of her husband for that. 

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A few hours ago...

"Where am I? Open this Goddamn lock from my hand. You don't know who I am. I'll kill you all. You'll regret it!"

Shouts! Those shouts are reverberating throughout the darkroom for the last 30 minutes. 

A man whose hands are locked up with chains over his head. His eyes are blindfolded tightly and he can feel there is not a piece of cloth on his whole body and his feet are up from the ground as he is hanging up in the air. 

Blood stops running on his hands and his shouts start heightening as the pain is unbearable to handle by now. If someone won't bring him down in a few minutes, his arms may be detached from his body.