Special Investigation Team BTS Complete

EP 33. Drug Sales (5)

Namjoon, who had ascended to the club's highest floor, the sixth, held his breath in the quiet interior, unlike the lower floors. Not a single ant was in sight.

Each room must have been so soundproofed that even standing in the middle of the hallway, I couldn't hear a single sound. A private room wouldn't be this quiet... I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

김남준

-Club. I'd like to request support for just one more person.

There was no concrete evidence, no compelling evidence, but I knew immediately that this place was dangerous. It was just a feeling.

Namjoon's experience as a soldier and as a member of the Special Investigation Unit—nothing smooth sailing—was telling him that this place was not safe.

Namjoon pulled the gun from his waistband and cocked it. He wasn't sure if a situation where a gun would be useful would arise in a crowded club, but he couldn't ignore the "infinitesimal" assumption.

"Hey, you little shits!!"

bang-

At that moment, a deep man's voice was heard in a room that seemed to be completely silent, and soon after, the sound of a gunshot without a silencer pierced Namjoon's ears clearly.

김남준

"……."

Naturally, Namjoon's gun was aimed at the door where the sound had come from. The room was only five paces away from Namjoon.

The door was set to open towards Namjoon, so if the person inside the room was holding a gun, it was obvious that Namjoon would be at a disadvantage.

“If Psyche or Sabra finds out… Don’t you know that you and I will both die?!!!! We’re all going to die anyway, I’ll kill you!!!!”

bang-

bang-

bang-

Three gunshots rang out in quick succession, and then, as before, there was a suffocating silence again.

I can't hear the screams.

Did those who were shot never put up a fight? It seemed likely that some kind of sound would be heard before or after the shot, but strangely… even now, after some time had passed, no human screams were heard.

Jiying–

김여주

-I just saw something flashing on the 6th floor. Isn't that the 6th floor, Namjoon-sunbae? Are you okay, sunbae?

Oh, why did Yeoju have to come? I was secretly hoping that Ho-seok, who wasn't injured in the last incident, would come...

Namjoon was about to check the female protagonist's text full of worries and reply briefly, when the door that seemed unopenable suddenly creaked, and Namjoon hid behind the door with the gun clutched to his chest.

“Haa… So this time the investment went down the drain again?”

"I don't think you need to worry about the chicken place, Minister. Psyche and Sabra... you've heard those names a lot, haven't you? This will never become public knowledge."

"It's a problem that this is becoming known, but... it's also a problem that those two people are abandoning me. If this case falls into the hands of the police... one of the people involved in this will be abandoned."

Psyche... Sabra? Are they related to this place? Besides... if it's a chicken place... ... .

Namjoon listened to their conversation from behind the door, trying to piece together what he knew. Psyche and Sabra… . Those names sounded familiar.

김남준

"Psyche…. Sabra…."

김남준

"ah."

Drug cartel. He was a member of an unknown, large drug cartel.

These were names that constantly came up when I was researching and studying drugs. They were involved in every unsolved drug case.

Namjoon checked that those who had left the room had completely gone downstairs, then slowly walked into the room they had come from.

김남준

“What, what is this….”

Entering the room, Namjoon was speechless at the sight before him. The walls, the floor, the table. Blood splattered everywhere, and people, seemingly already dehydrated, lay collapsed, their mouths taped shut.

The number of unconscious people was four. It was the same number of gunshots Namjoon had heard.

김남준

“…The curtains. They kept getting dirty with blood, so I hung them outside.”

Namjoon looked at the curtains already stained red with blood, piled haphazardly on one side of the floor, and then at the window where blood was splattered like paint.

If curtains had been hung inside, it would have created a number of annoying situations. If you can call this clever, then yes, the people who came up with this idea were clever.

bang-

bang-

As he was removing the tape covering the mouths of the murdered people one by one, wearing latex gloves, he heard gunshots not far away.

and…….

Jiying–

김여주

-6th floor. There's a light on the 6th floor again. Is Namjoon-sunbae okay? I'll go up and take a look.

Jiying–

전정국

–Hyung. I searched every room on the fifth floor, but there's no one there. It's just filled with rooms that look like warehouses. How about the sixth floor?

Jiying–

박지민

-Please be aware. The Dobong fried chicken restaurant and club are receiving drugs from the same drug dealer. The main characters are Psyche and Sabra. They may be carrying weapons, so everyone, please be careful.

Jiying–

민윤기

-Namjoon. Come down, right now. Bring Jungkook down too. Hurry up!!!!

His phone kept ringing and receiving notifications, and Namjoon, who could barely read the most recent ones, paused for a moment when he saw Yoongi's text.

김남준

“Why is Yoongi suddenly acting like that…?”

He moved his hand to reply to Yoongi, who seemed quite anxious, but Namjoon stopped his hand for a moment, as if he was entranced by the red light shining from underneath the table.

김남준

"…what's this."

And then, unconsciously, I reached out to it.

pop-!!!

The bomb exploded.