Double Junk - 111

As Seokju caressed the trigger of the gun with his index finger, Kiheon asked loudly from afar, his voice echoing vaguely.

“But why, Boss Kang, are only your family members here? Doesn’t seem like half of them have even arrived?”

Kiheon chuckled. Even if he hit them hard, he couldn’t help but laugh at the number of people in Jung Ho Pa’s group, who seemed like they wouldn’t even make up half. Rumor had it that Taeho Faction was good at fighting, but that didn’t mean Jung Ho Pa was sitting pretty with just half of the strength.

As Kiheon speculated an early victory, Seokju scratched his forehead with the back of the knife handle and said.

“Oh, some went to Boss Park’s place.”

At his words, Kiheon’s expression washed away from his face. His grip on the railing tightened.

“Home? Hmm… Boss Kang, don’t act like a thug.”

“It’s in my nature, isn’t it? What else can I do now but act like a thug?”

Seokju shrugged. At that, Kiheon slammed his fist on the railing and pointed his index finger at Seokju.

“Even if you send a few, you won’t be able to break into my house. You won’t even be able to touch my family.”

“Well, we sent more bombs than people. It’ll work out somehow, won’t it?”

“….”

“As a return gift for the knife you gave me, I’ve sent a generous number. You can expect that.”

“Damn it…”

Kiheon ground his teeth. He barked orders to the organization members standing around him. They quickly disappeared somewhere, probably to make phone calls, go home, or something like that. A few of them hurriedly vanished.

Seokju smiled knowingly at Kiheon’s overt anxiety.

“Neither too much nor too little, I’ll just burn down as much as Boss Park has invaded my home.”

“….”

“It might burn a little more, someone might unexpectedly die, but that’s not my intention, so don’t be too resigned.”

“You son of a…”

Kiheon stomped the ground with his alligator skin shoes. Even though he had suffered burns on his face from the explosion at the garden restaurant, he seemed unaffected by the blow, but the mention of his family was something he couldn’t just let slide.

Kiheon whispered to the organization members beside him. They then brandished their guns. Even those on the first floor discreetly raised their weapons. Dozens of muzzles were pointed at Seokju.

But Seokju and the Taeho Faction members remained unfazed. Despite the number of people and the positional advantage Taeho Faction had, it was clear that if gunfire erupted now, Taeho Faction would be wiped out.

With a composed expression, Seokju turned his head slightly to the side and smirked.

“Deokjae.”

“Yes.”

“Did you see everything?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Good.”

Seokju smiled and was satisfied. His jaw twitched twice, up and down. At that moment, some Taeho Faction members tossed what they had been carrying in their jackets forcefully forward.

“It’s a bomb!”

With that shout, the round, elongated bombs resembled propane gas canisters. Regardless of whether they were on the second or first floor, the Taeho Faction members unknowingly stepped back.

“It’s, it’s a bomb! Get down!”

“Ahh!”

The members of Taeho Faction became confused. They hid under desks, tables, behind sofas, and pillars. Some had no place to hide and simply lay flat on the floor.

In the midst of their confusion, a round iron bomb rolled through. Just as the members were preparing for an explosion, holding their breath in fear, a puff of white smoke began to emerge from the bomb.

“….Huh?”

“What’s that?”

The members of Taeho Faction looked at the bomb in confusion, only to realize belatedly that it was not a bomb but a smoke grenade.

The members murmured amongst themselves. Some lifted their heads to look for Kiheon, while others stared ahead to retaliate against the Jung Ho Pa that had fooled them. By then, the smoke pouring out from dozens of smoke grenades had already obscured their vision.

The smoke was so thick and intense that they couldn’t even see the faces of their comrades beside them. They couldn’t tell where the barrels of their guns were aimed. It felt as if they were trapped in a world shrouded in mist.

“Where are they!”

“Check the people next to you!”

“Open the windows, open them!”

“I’ve opened the windows, boss!”

“Is Kiheon okay, boss?”

The members of Taeho Faction waved their hands through the fog, trying to find their own, their comrades’, and the Taeho Faction’s whereabouts. And then, from somewhere, came the sound of fluttering flags.

Tatata-

Tudududududu-

A strange sound echoed. It sounded like gunfire, but it was too loud and fast.

It was a machine gun. The kind used in wars.

The members of Taeho Faction crouched their shoulders like children hearing thunder on a deep night.

A single bullet from an adult male’s index finger rained down like a storm. It pierced through thick sofas, shattered desks, and even crumbled stone pillars. It was a bullet that a soft human body could not withstand.

“Ggh….”

“Ugh-.”

“Cough, cough….”

The members of Taeho Faction fell like autumn leaves under the straight-line bullets piercing through the white fog. Even a graze from the raining bullets left fist-sized holes in their bodies. If hit in the head, their heads exploded, and if hit in the chest, their organs melted away.

Dead bodies, severed limbs, bl00d, and intestines fell to the ground with wet, splattering sounds. Startled Taeho Faction members fired their poor handguns blindly through the fog, sometimes killing their own allies.

Tudududududu-

The gunfire continued. Then, there was the sound of hundreds of coins falling.

As time passed, the smoke from the smoke grenades escaped through the windows. Now, the members of Taeho Faction could see the floor they were standing on and the faces of their comrades beside them.

But they weren’t particularly pleased.

It was because they could clearly see how their comrades were dying. Their faces turned into beehives, or their bodies turned into beehives, lying lifelessly on the ground, which was so horrifyingly gruesome.

As they swallowed in shock at the sight, a comrade behind them collapsed, his head exploding. Bl00d pierced through the smoke into the sky, then fell like rain.

“Eek….”

One member of Taeho Faction collapsed to the ground and curled up. His hands were filled with a knife and a gun, dropped by someone unknown. At this moment, they were utterly useless weapons.

It felt like descending into hell. I was genuinely scared. I was born a sturdy man, always suppressing, restraining, and dominating something. I had been in countless fights since joining the Taeho Faction, but I had never experienced defeat. We were always the victorious ones, trampling over bl00d and corpses.

But this situation was unprecedented. It was unbelievable. Losing without even putting up a proper fight. Such an overwhelming difference. The fear of death and defeat engulfed my entire being. My stiffened limbs and goosebumps made my body move slowly.

Then.

Dudududu-

Bullets flew towards the trembling member overwhelmed by fear. The bullets pierced through from the side to the neck in a straight line, ten shots in total.

Thud. The member fell. With his final breath, bl00d flowed back. Dozens went down in a similar manner.

How long had this hellish time passed? By the time the smoke from the smoke grenades dissipated, the sound of the machine gun ceased. Deokjae released the handle of the machine gun. Two members who were supporting the heavy machine gun like adult men also let it go.

Taeho Faction had brought two machine guns. They were hidden behind their clothes, and Seokju’s question, “Did you see everything?”, meant whether they had confirmed the positions of the members of the Taeho Faction before their sight was obstructed.

“….”

Seokju, holding the cigarette between his fingers, asked for a light. Deokjae quickly lit it. Seokju inhaled the smoke deeply and flicked the bullet casings trodden underfoot.

The machine guns were bought with a large sum of money to guard the drug factory. Unable to procure them in Korea, they had pleaded with their American contacts who supplied drugs. The newly built factory was intended to be completely inaccessible, and they had no intention of using them like this.

What can I say? It’s not much fun using such weapons. Gangsters’ fights aren’t like this. You should feel the victory by stabbing with a knife, seeing the enemy’s bl00d splatter on your face, and watching the gruesome expression as they die. That’s what true fighting is. What we’re witnessing now is closer to massacre than a fight.

But what can we do? Kiheon keeps provoking such incidents.

Seokju exhaled cigarette smoke with a scoff. Then he slowly rolled his eyes to find Kiheon’s whereabouts.

Bang!

A bullet grazed Seokju’s ear. The sharp sound of the bullet cutting through the air was clearly audible.

All eyes of the Taeho Faction gathered at the source of the gunshot. Beside the overturned sofa, a man with a gunshot wound in his right chest was trembling, holding a gun with shaking hands.

“….”

Seokju let out a bitter laugh. He was going to die soon even without rebelling. There was no intention to spare anyone. Still, compared to Kiheon, he was brave.

Seokju raised the gun. His index finger slightly pulled the trigger.

Bang! A small but deep hole appeared on the man’s forehead. Thud. The gun he was holding fell to the ground.

Starting from that gunshot, Taeho Faction members rushed forward with cries of anguish. It was time to cut off the breath of those fortunate enough to survive. Their robes fluttered heavily.