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Jeongin spins in his chair towards his third monitor, the click-clack of acrylic keys against his short black nails. He reaches to his left and shoves a handful of pop-chips into his mouth. He cringes at the nasty-tartish flavor. "Bleh."
He types in a series of 0's and 3's and he smiles, satisfied, turning to his mic. "I'm in." He can hear Mina's receiving voice on the other side of his earpiece. "Rebooting system now." Jeongin types out a pattern of numbers where it asks for a passcode. "Rewiring system, Mina, grant me access to all cameras in the area."
"Yes, I.N." Her robotic voice replies. "Rewiring in process. Access granted in 10...9...."
Jeongin sits back with the plastic bag in his hand. He turns away from his monitors and keyboard, Mina's voice counting down the numbers he sees on the all black screen in red before him. He takes a sip of his green tea monster, surrounded by cans around it. He knocks one over. "Fuck."
"3...2...1....access granted." Jeongin hums and places the monster down as he watches on the monitors. "Alright, thank you, Mina." He replies, zooming in on the screen. "Anytime, I.N."
He zooms in on the club-like underground arena. Illegal bets and money laundering. Girls and boys and everything in between cheering on the fighters, trapped inside by an electric metal fence, first to die wins. A title, money, pride, anything. To anyone else, it would probably look like an illegal underground fighting ring. Technically, it was. But it was also an organ-trafficking ring.
Nobody in the crowd was aware of the fact, but the people collecting the money from the bets were supplying it to their foundation. The bosses collected the money, then copied it and distributed it among the winning bidders. The leader, a man named Sang-Hoon-Ju. An underground crime boss has been on the police's radar for years. Now, why was Jeongin interfering? He didn't work for the Seoul FBI. He wasn't a legal hacker either. He wasn't getting paid for this. So why was he doing it? Simple, the man pissed Jeongin off.
He took children from their homes, killed their parents in front of them, then operated on them alive. He would ship their eyes, liver, kidney, and anything valuable across the country. It was disgusting. Now, Jeongin didn't consider himself a hero of some sort, nor an anti-hero, or a crime-stopper. He just did what he wanted.
"Mina," He started, pulling a picture from his files, "Yes, I.N?" He inspected the photo, sending it to her software. "Search for this guy. Find facial recognition. ID's, guards, anything of the sort." He heard the buzz of her software. "Yes, I.N." He leaned back as all three monitors flashed with blue lines, he could see the identity, age, blood type, whether they were right handed or left handed of every person in the ring. "Scanning."
"Wait." He said, and the processing stopped. He went to his keyboard, screenshotting a blurred frame of a man exiting into a door behind the bar. He sent it to his other monitor, the other two continuing the camera footage. "Mina, clear photo." The resolution of the photo buffered and slowly but surely improved in quality, bit by bit. A bald man with a trimmed mustache, chubby face and black sunglasses. "That's our guy."
in the ring
"Boss." The man behind the bar greeted a little loud over the blasting music. Girls at the bar dressed pretty whining at being ignored. Hoon Ju nodded, doing a sort of gesture. The man at the bar clicked a disguised button, a holographic coverage. The left side of the bar opened up, welcoming Hoon Ju and his guards in. "Is he here tonight?" Hoon Ju whispered in the bartender's ear. The bartender gave a sharp cross of his head. "We checked everybody. No Hwang." Hoon Ju nodded. "Check everyone who leaves too. No risks, no consequences." The bartender nodded and Hoon Ju and his guards made their way through the door marked, STAFF ONLY.
Jeongin clicks the back of his earpiece. "Didn't check thoroughly enough." He sighs, shaking his head. "Sang really needs to update his security platforms. Oh well, it won't matter soon." He presses connect.
"And now we wait." He smiles.
Sang Hoon sighs as he leans back on the velvety couch. "After tonight, we've made it big, Joon." Joon-ji chuckles from where he sits at the table, sipping his drink. "We're gonna be filthy rich. Did you drug the fighter?" Sang Hoon laughs maniacally. "Who do you think I am? Of course I did, the guy could never win on his own. She may be a woman, but she's one strong bitch." Joon laughs with him. "He'll win. Not even a monster can take what he'll become. We got a big one waiting for us tonight." Hoon opens his mouth to reply when Joon's phone rings, "Excuse me," he coughs, pressing decline. "It's unidentified." Joon waves a hand, Sang laughs, "No big-" Rinnnnggg. Joon's eyes widened. "My apologies, sir, it must be spam." Sang Hoon slams his glass on the table. "Then block it!"
"It's unidentified! There's no number attached. I'll just see what the fucker wants." Joon explains, getting up from the table, bowing. "Aish, this fucker." Sang Hoon mutters to himself, leaning back.
Joon leaves the room through the door, the bartender giving him a strange look but opening it up anyways. His phone rings again. He curses, walking over to a secluded part of the club. He pressed accept, "Who is this?" He asks, pissed. "Not a nice way to greet your friend, Joon Ji." Joon ji scoffs into the phone. "Who the fuck is this? I'll have your ID traced."
Jeongin chuckles into his earpiece, muting it temporarily. "As if you could." He unmutes, zooming in on the footage. "Better watch how you talk to me. I have the police on call right here, what if I sent a little tip of your underground ring?"
Joon Ji's eyes widen and he turns around, about to signal something. Until he hears it. "Don't. Say a word, sign, use a gesture, anything. I have your whole place bugged. I'll blow you and your precious money to smithereens." Joon looks around, phone gripped tightly to his ear. "How are you doing that? Where are you?!"
"You don't need to know that." Jeongin starts, pausing. He takes a sip of monster and continues, "I'll give you a choice. Call your boss, tell him to shut this place down. Turn yourself in, go to jail. Although, everything is posted publicly there, you wouldn't last a week. No, a day. Don't you know what they do to pedophiles? Imagine what they'd do to you. Or, do nothing. All it takes is a click of the button. Ashes. Make your choice."
Joon Ji can feel himself panicking. "Oh, and remember. I'm watching. Don't call for help, or tell anybody but your boss about this." Click.
Jeongin hangs up the phone, cackling. "Let's see what he does." He zooms in on the fucker's face. "Mina, screenshot that." Click. "Save it to dumbasses." Mina's robotic voice echoes throughout his room. "Yes, I.N."
Jeongin drinks the last of the tall green can, tossing it onto the floor with the others. "Ohhhh, holy shit! No way, is he actually going to him?!" Jeongin jumps out of his chair, laughing. He claps his hands in excitement. "What a fucking dumbass!"
He sighs, wiping the tears out of his eyes as he sits back down in his chair. "Anyways. Burn in hell dumbasses." He clicks the F9 and F10 button together, and watches as the security cameras go black.