Mission (i)

6 hours later...

Conference of the Seoul Metropolitan Police...

"The Korean mafia may have been established in the 19th century, towards the end of the Joseon Dynasty, with the rise of commerce and the emergence of investment from European colonial powers. At present, they don't have power. South Korea's crime rate & statistics for 2017 is 0.70, a 2.81% decline from 2018." The commissioner-general Mr Yo gave his statements while gesturing his hand at the big projector screen beside him that was showing the percentage.

The chief officer Mr Ra glanced at the senior police officer, "Mafia or criminal gangs make some pre-plans. We are here to talk about a mafia gang. They don't steal precious things. They steal things like papers, photos, devices, educational things. The same for the mansion case. They just stole some things, not everything. They stole some papers, photos, instruments. Most importantly, they always wear masks. So it's hard for us to notify any of them."

The chief superintendent general Mr Kim nodded his head saying, "Yes, We think this gang has 5 or 6 members. The bodyguard said a girl came with a boy. The girl is very clever and smart."

Mr Ra agreed, "After talking with everyone, we decided to give this case to the inspector, Shawn Wilson." 

Another senior officer Mr Seo smiled, "Yes. I hope he'll not fail. His every case is a success. So we're officially giving this case to Shawn of Seoul police station."

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"Sir, you tell me to bring the papers of a car accident case. Here are the papers." The assistant police officer Do Jihan took out papers from a file and kept those on the desk.

"Jihan. You are too much. Why did you tell my mom that I didn't eat my breakfast? Is working as her spy your new job?" The young Inspector, Shawn Wilson took the papers while yelling at Jihan.

Before Jihan could reply, a man around 30 years came in front of his desk. Both Shawn and Jihan glanced at him. He crossed his arms on his chest and glared at Shawn with a murderous gaze. "Inspector."

Shawn looked at him confusingly, "Yes. Any problem?" He asked softly. Though he was using formal languages, his blood was boiling inside him by his rude attitude...

"Can't you see my problem is you? Who the hell do you think you're? How dare you arrest my friends?" He shouted.

Shawn sighed and took a sip of water from the glass. Trying to calm himself down. Please, someone, stop this fellow before Shawn lost it. "Who are you?" Shawn's voice was calm.

The man narrowed his eyes, "Are you new here? You don't know me? Ask them." The man pointed out the constables and other police. Shawn's gaze followed his finger. This time he really got annoyed by him. he is playing with fire.

Shawn sighed again. "I asked you. Why do I even bother to ask them?" He paused, "Who are your friends? What did they do?" He took a glance at the jail and then turned his face to him.

"It was a little car accident, just a kid got hurt. Do you remember now?" The boy reminded him.

Shawn stared at him for a minute with disbelief.  Bloody bastard. ​​​​He nodded, "Yes, I was about to read the papers of the case." He paused as he clenched his hands into fists under the table.

"By the way, why did you say that it was just a kid who gets hurt? Just a kid? A kid gets hurt so easily. Their wounds hurt the most." Shawn shouted.

"Sir. I'm sorry. I should stop him earlier. I didn't because He is Ji Chang, the son of the owner of IGN News Chanel." The constable apologized.

Shawn understood his situation. He took a sharp breath, "No. it's okay."  Shawn clenched his fist tightly when Ji Chang put his hand on the desk and sat on the chair. "Leave them. If you want money, I'll give you." Taking some money out of his money bag, he put it on the table.

Shawn laughed sarcastically, "I'll definitely let them go. For the honor of your parents. But I want something else."

JI Chang felt uncomfortable by his gaze. He raised his brows, "What?" he asked.

Shawn pursed his lips. "You know we're doing our duty, so we can't just release a criminal without any notice. You have power. Jihan will give you the key, you can go in and come out with them."

Ji Chang laughed. "Hah. You just got scared of my parents. Ok. I'll let my friends out from there."

When Shawn looked at Jihan, he quickly gave the key to Ji Chang. Taking the key , he walked into the zail.

As he went into the Zail, Shawn started to write something in a note. "Lock the gate of the zail, Do Jihan.

"Release the friends of him, it's not their fault." Shawn said without looking at him.  Everyone looked at him confusingly who was still busy writing. Without wasting time, Jihan quickly locked the door, obeying his order.

   

Shawn finished writing and looked at the police officer Seunggi who was standing beside the door. "Did you look at the wounds on Ji Chang's face? The real culprit comes here all by himself and helps me to lock him in." He sneered.

Seunggi nodded, he was just curious about the coward here a while ago. "You really don't have to explain anything. You always do the right thing. I always appreciate you." He smiled before leaving the room.

Everyone turned their faces to the zail, when they heard screaming, "You bloody officer. Open the gate. Unlock this. I'll kill you. You don't know my father's power." It was Ji chang who was shouting angrily like some kind of a wild animal.

Shawn chuckled, "Give me your father's number. I'll call him and tell him to show me his power."

Then he turned around and rolled his eyes at the police officers who were standing there. "It's an office. Not theatre. Go back to your work. Now." He yelled at them.

"Can I take a sit?

Shawn turned his face to the front when he heard a soft voice. A woman. The very pretty one. Her sweet voice struck in his ears. Her voice was so soft and heart fluttering. She was wearing a black blazer, her hair was untied. His heart missed a beat as she sat in front of him. He didn't know her, but he felt like he knew her for many years.

Shawn wasn't able to say anything, he just nodded. He couldn't take his eyes off her. 

He came back to his senses as the girl cleared her throat uneasily, "Fir. I want to file an FIR." The girl said to Shawn, she was panting.

Shawn nodded and take a paper to note. Shawn. You can do it. Ignore your feelings. Be professional. He took a deep breath and started to write saying, "What's happened? Tell me in detail."

She nodded and started to describe what she saw, "2 days ago, I was walking in the street of Yeoksam. The street beside Yang GOOD restaurant. I heard some noise. I quickly ran to the street. But I didn't see anyone. Then I continued to walk. Suddenly I felt someone was walking behind me. I didn't look back. I just tried to watch his shadow. I was right he was standing behind me. I took the courage to look back, he was covering his face with a cloth. I didn't get to see his face. But he was holding a knife. He even tried to hurt me, but...." She paused. She was stammering.

"You should calm down first. Breath first." Shawn said softly as he put the pen down on the table. He didn't look at her. He felt his heart was throbbing fastly against his heart. But why?

The girl took a heavy breath out before she continued, "I quickly ran from that place and saved my life. I thought he was just stalking me. But, today when I was walking from that street with an earphone in my ears. I felt someone was again following me. When I looked back and saw that man who tried to hurt me that day, he.... tried to hurt me again with that knife. Somehow, I stopped... him. Then I just run... here..." 

Shawn was writing every detail. "He wants to hurt you. Do you run here from there leaving him there?" He asked, still not looking at her

She shook her head and looked at him, "No. He ran when I kicked him and started to take out my phone."

Shawn looked at her, ignoring his fast heart beating, "Do you have any enemies? Do you know anything about him?"

She nodded. "I'm a model. Some stalkers follow me, but this is different. He lives nearby I think. I saw him there before. And he works in the Yang GOOD restaurant as a part-time worker." 

Shawn narrowed his gaze at her, "You should have just called us there then."

She glared at him. "In the meantime, he could have murdered me." She mumbled. 

Shawn stole a glance at her as he looked at the note on the table. After some time he broke the silence by clearing his throat, "May I know your name?"

His gaze locked at her as she smiled, "Bella. My name is Bella Knight. Inspector Shawn." She gazed at his nametag on his uniform.