After my promotion, I requested a vacation leave to celebrate my achievement on my own.
"Hah. Weather's good." I stepped down the plane and looked at the first scenery in Jeju Island. I love the weather here.
I went ahead and check in at the hotel. While I'm on the reception, I noticed a tall man in long sleeves and loose sweater. He was about to cut the line when he tripped on the vacuum wire.
"Ow ow ow!" He fell and the utility man approached him.
"I'm sorry sir!"
"No, it's okay."
The tall man stood up and a silver pistol flashed from his belt. I examined his face. He's young but he looks tough. It can't be a coincidence.
When Seokmin told me about catching the mafia boss, I snuck into my superior's files to look for some mafia information.
And they have a photo of silver pistol. The design is so similar to that man's gun. It has a wooden grip. If only I can see initials engraved on it, I can confirm this one as a mafia boss.
And he'll be dead.
I guess this is not a vacation for me anymore. I will take a nap today and later follow this guy around. See you, my promotion.
That night, I saw him left the hotel. I followed and saw a beautiful yatch docked on the beach.
Man, this guy is definitely a mafia. If not, a corrupt politician's son. Either way, he's a big catch.
As he started the yatch, I silently snuck behind it and hid at the back.
When we reached farther from the shore, he stopped and went out with a glass of wine on his hand. He then raised his left hand, waving the silver pistol.
"You, whoever you are, you can come out now."
Ah. I knew this isn't going to be easy. I moved and pointed my gun at him as I approached.
"Oh, you are the man in the reception a while ago." He said.
"Glad you remembered."
"Yeah, your face kinda remarkable."
Now what is he talking about?
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Surrender yourself."
"For what?"
"You're a mafia boss, right?" I just tried my shot. Not sure about this but if I say it confidently, he might think I really know him.
"Approaching me like that, on my vacation, do you think you're going to catch me easily?" He placed his drink on the table and clicked his gun.
"Hey, I'll not think twice to shoot you, mafia boss."
"Good. Because I'll do the same."
We exchanged fires and got bruised on my cheek. While the guy is spotless. When we ran out of bullets, he immediately charged against me and punched me in the gut.
Now this is my jam. I'm really more of a close range fighter. I kneed his chest and he rolled on the floor.
He stood up and kicked me on my knees.
This is my first time to meet someone who has a matching endurance as I have. We fought and fought and I did not notice the sun is already coming up. I turned my head to the east and was distracted by the sunrise.
"Look at your enemy!"
I looked in front and his fist is about to hit my face.
"AH!" All I can do now is shout. I have no strength to fight back.
But his fist rested on my face. He fell on the ground on his back flat on the floor. He's panting and sweating a lot.
"I can't.. I'm tired."
