I Became the Final B Chapter 47 : Chapter 47

Chapter 47. The Prodigal Son (3)

anwhile, Saya was wrapped around Riman's body.

Riman spoke to Saya.

“Saya, I’m counting on you.”

“Sha-”

Slither-

Saya smoothly unwound from Riman’s body.

Then, swimming through the air, he quietly approached the gang mbers.

After approaching the gang mbers unnoticed like that.

Saya quietly began to exert his ability.

Sizzle-

The flow of air beca heavy, and at the sa ti, the temperature dropped.

This was Saya’s, or rather, a dragon’s ability.

Climate manipulation.

Saya lowered the temperature around the gang mbers, granting them the climate called ‘cold.’

So that they would feel the cold.

And as per Saya's intention, the gang mbers started to get agitated little by little.

“Hm?”

“Ooh…….”

“Is it because it’s the seaside and it’s night… it’s a bit cold…….”

The gang mbers, feeling the sudden chill, huddled their bodies.

“Hey, do you have any outerwear or blankets to throw on?”

“Would I have sothing like that now?”

“Ah damn… Hey, let’s go to the car for a mont. Let’s get so heater.”

“Will it be okay?”

“There’s no one coming here at this ti anyway.”

They soon left the container behind and moved toward their cars.

And Riman, hiding his body in the shadow of the container, was tracking all these movents with [Detection].

‘They’re moving.’

Ha Do-yeol’s gang mbers left the vicinity of the container and returned to their cars.

They started the engines and turned on the heaters.

It was natural for their bodies to beco drowsy coming into a warm place from the cold.

The gang mbers soon began to nod off while seated.

Riman confird through Saya that they had fallen asleep.

Even so, there is nothing bad about being cautious.

Riman cast a magic spell on himself.

[Silence]

Whoosh-

A magic that forcibly stabilizes the surrounding air to prevent the diffusion of sound.

In this state, even if one tap dances wearing high heels, the sound of footsteps does not leak out.

Riman hid in the shadow of the container and moved quickly.

At the sa ti, he grasped their movents in real-ti with [Detection].

‘I must finish the work before the gang mbers return.’

Like that, Riman went in front of a container.

The container that Ha Do-yeol’s gang mbers had inspected earlier.

Riman poured water from a water bottle he had brought beforehand into the lock of the container.

The mont the water flowing from the bottle seeped into the hole of the lock.

Riman projected mana into the water.

The movent of the water, which was flowing down due to gravity, stopped as if bound for a mont.

[Water Control]

A low-tier magic that manipulates the flow of water.

It was impossible for this magic to create powerful destructive force like [Water Vein Thread] or [Water Fragnt Arrow].

However, in terms of delicately controlling the flow of water, it was far superior to the aforentioned magic spells.

Riman let the water completely seep inside the lock.

And began to control the water.

Using the water like a key, he slowly unlocked the locking chanism inside the lock.

A few seconds later.

Click.

The lock was released.

Riman vigorously threw open the container door.

The hinges of the door turned, vomiting out an intense tallic screech.

Of course, since the door was within the range of [Silence], not a bit of that sound leaked out.

“Now, shall we take a look.”

Finally, the inside of the container was revealed before Riman’s eyes.

Inside, costics packaged in small box units were packed tightly.

Naturally, they were not costics.

If you tear open the costic box and open the lid, what cos out is coarsely crushed red powder.

This was exactly Ha Do-yeol’s signature drug, Red Chips.

This volu was the goods to be sent to the mafia in Vietnam.

Ha Do-yeol’s side had already received 90% of the paynt in advance, and the ship was scheduled to depart carrying this container in an hour.

If Riman were a police officer, he would have collected evidence right here and taken asures for seizure.

Based on that, he would have proceeded with the investigation and pressured Ha Do-yeol.

But Riman was not a police officer but a Headhunter.

He didn't have a noble purpose of establishing public order, nor did he have a compulsion to comply with legal procedures.

Riman’s purpose right now was simple.

Alienation, chaos, and Ha Do-yeol’s head.

“Saya.”

Riman called Saya in.

It was ti to light the fuse of internal strife.

* * *

A few days later.

Vietnam, Quy Nhon City, Thi Nai Port.

The container from Korea was moved onto the solid ground of the port.

And just as it was about to be moved to a truck.

“Wait, we should check the goods. Open it.”

An executive from the mafia side ordered the container to be opened.

At this, the gang mbers from Korea expressed reluctance.

“We apologize, but in an open place like here…….”

“Doesn't matter. Open it.”

The port was strictly a public facility.

A place with many watching eyes.

Opening a container with Red Chips in such a place was clearly dangerous.

Nevertheless, the mafia executive ordered this nonchalantly.

An attitude as if it didn't matter if they got caught.

It was also evidence that the power of this mafia was that trendous.

Screech-

With a tallic sound, the container door opened.

And inside it…….

“…It’s not there?”

There was nothing.

Not a single costic box that should have been inside the container was visible.

In other words, there were no Red Chips inside the container.

The face of the mafia executive started to rot.

Conversely, the faces of Ha Do-yeol’s gang mbers started to turn pale white.

The mafia side didn't receive the goods despite paying a huge sum, and Ha Do-yeol’s

organization ended up becoming those who intercepted the goods after receiving the money.

Even if that wasn't the case, the current situation could only be explained that way.

“W-Wait a mont! How this happened…….”

“Aha, so this is why you said not to open the container.”

“No! It’s not that but…….”

Bang.

A gunshot rang out.

An extrely practiced movent with absolutely no hesitation felt.

The mafia executive had blown away the head of Ha Do-yeol’s gang mber with a pistol just like that.

“Damn Korean bastards.”

The gunshot itself was an order to open fire.

That was the beginning.

The mafia mbers drew their knives and guns in an instant.

Gunshots burst out consecutively, and blades flashed.

Ha Do-yeol’s gang mbers were murdered in an instant.

Severed heads fell to the ground, and blood sprayed over the concrete floor.

There was only one survivor from Ha Do-yeol’s side.

Of course, he didn't survive because he had skills, but was kept alive to extract information.

The mafia executive said.

“Dig out what happened.”

“Yes!”

“And prepare to go to Korea imdiately.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“First go and hear the circumstances…….”

The executive wiped the soot off the muzzle with his sleeve and said.

“And kill them.”

* * *

Several days later.

Ha Do-yeol’s side also began to sense that things were going strangely.

Ha Do-yeol asked his subordinate.

“Red Chips were leaked?”

“Yes. We confird that Red Chips were traded in an area where we haven't established a trade line.”

“Hmm…….”

It wasn't a particularly positive sign.

If it were another product, it might be different, but ‘Red Chips’ is an illegal drug.

Therefore, the flow of trade going out of control ant the size of the risk was increasing.

From Ha Do-yeol’s perspective, he couldn't welco it.

“Did a custor who bought our goods resell them?”

Of course, reselling rarely occurs in addictive drug trading.

Because the majority of buyers are addicts, so they are busy consuming it themselves after purchasing.

And to resell sothing, the item must possess scarcity in the market.

But Red Chips, although expensive, were items that could be bought if you just paid the money.

It was an item with no reason to pay extra to a reseller to purchase.

Besides, there was a decisive reason why this wasn't the act of a reseller.

“It is definitely not a reseller. It was confird that they sold it cheaper than the price we sell at.”

“……!”

If Red Chips were traded at a price of 100, in this trade, they were traded at a price of 60.

A transaction made at almost half price.

If this were the act of a reseller, there was absolutely no way they would lower the price of the goods.

In other words, the culprit who did this……

“…Is it an insider?”

“It seems correct to view it that way.”

Crack.

The liquor glass Ha Do-yeol was holding cracked.

“…So you an one of my gang mbers siphoned off Red Chips and sold them through the back door, is that it?”

“Currently, we have no choice but to view it that way.”

“How dare…….”

Anger flashed in Ha Do-yeol’s eyes.

“Did you find out who the bastard selling it around is?”

“Naturally, since he went around covering his face, there is not much information.”

“Find him. And from this ti on, strengthen security in the transportation and transaction processes.”

“Understood.”

“Ah, and.”

“Yes.”

“Why is there no contact from the kids who went to Vietnam?”

“That is… even if we try to contact them from our side, they don't pick up, so there is no way to know.”

“What about the Vietnam mafia side?”

“They don't answer either.”

“Hmm…….”

Ha Do-yeol rubbed his temple with his fingertips.

“Surely they didn't just turn the steering wheel and run away while carrying my drugs on the ship?”

“…Honestly, I think that is the highest possibility.”

“These sons of bitches…….”

Grind.

Ha Do-yeol ground his teeth.

* * *

The atmosphere inside Ha Do-yeol’s organization beca more ominous as days went by.

First, it started with internal surveillance being strengthened and interference from above becoming severe.

On top of that, rumors that there was a traitor inside the organization began to circulate, and mutual suspicion deepened.

Tightening from above, and gang mbers suspecting each other.

The atmosphere couldn't be good.

As the atmosphere worsened like this, clashes between gang mbers even occurred.

Of course, it didn't go as far as bloodshed, but this alone was already enough of a danger signal.

A signal that the organization was splitting and shaking due to internal strife.

But even while the situation was becoming like this, the traitor was not caught.

That traitor who leaked Red Chips and sold them around at half price.

“Here. One 5-gram bag.”

“T-Thank you.”

Near the back door of an old bar.

A man with a haggard impression received a small envelope.

His hands were trembling, and his eyes were unnaturally bloodshot.

Typical withdrawal symptoms.

He was a drug addict.

And what he received was a small envelope containing red powder.

It was Red Chips.

The addict paid the hooded man, received the Red Chips, and left the place as if fleeing.

The hooded man also quickly left the transaction scene.

Like that, after reaching a vacant lot quite far from the scene.

“Phew.”

The man took off his hood.

The face inside the hood was Riman.

“With this, I’ve spread enough drugs…….”

The identity of the person who leaked Red Chips and spread them at half price was none other than Riman.

It wasn't the act of an organizational insider.

‘If I spread Red Chips at such a cheap price like this, Ha Do-yeol’s side has no choice but to think it’s an insider’s betrayal.’

However, there was no traitor from the beginning.

Because the culprit was Riman.

But if they try to chase a non-existent traitor, cracks are bound to form in the organization's solidarity.

Doubt, suspicion, distrust.

The contagion of negative emotions is fast.

And internal strife begins there.

To trigger such internal strife, Riman had leaked and sold Red Chips around.

-I will cause internal strife.

-Making them suspect, badmouth, and be at odds with each other so that every mber becos everyone's enemy.

Riman had said this to Inspector Park Jae-il, and was keeping that word properly.

By the way, where did the Red Chips Riman has co from?

“Saya.”

Saya’s head popped out from under the hood's collar.

He had been hiding under the loose hoodie all this ti.

“Spit it all out.”

Saya slipped out of the clothes.

Then he started vomiting sothing out of his mouth.

Clatter clatter!

Soon, a pile of small costic boxes piled up on the ground of the vacant lot.

They were Red Chips disguised as costics.

Using Saya’s internal storage ability, he had siphoned off all the volu contained in the container.

“It would be quite lucrative if I sold it all, but…….”

But if one becos too greedy, trouble follows.

Riman concentrated mana at his fingertips.

[Ignition]

Whoosh!

Fire caught on the Red Chips piled up like a mountain.