Location: Classified
Time: 11:36 am

"I've found where the fucker lives." Yoongi informed as soon as Jungkook entered his house.

The ravenette immediately headed to the latter's house after the argument he had with Taehyung.

His mind was clouded by him throughout the whole drive. He had made him cry again.

Damn.

He pushed away the thought and the sudden thumping of his chest. He shouldn't be thinking about him more than just a client or else he'll be digging his own grave even more.

Having him in his arms last night and feeling him all over his body should be enough for him.

He shouldn't be wanting more.

He can't.

"There's a huge possibility that whatever evidence that fucker is hiding might be in his hideout." Yoongi uttered, snapping him out of his thoughts as he gives him the coordinates.

Jungkook nodded his head, determined to get there as soon as possible before the police or the client could get their hands on the evidence.

"I'm going." Jungkook muttered firmly.

"Okay, but you have to be quick. I already studied the whole area for your possible escape route if something unexpected happens." Yoongi assured, making Jungkook even more at ease.

"Thanks hyung. By the way, how's the interrogation going?" He asked as he readied himself to go.

"The fucker hasn't talked. That officer Kim hasn't agreed to his terms yet." Yoongi pointed on the screen where everything that's happening in the police station could be seen.

"Update me if he finally decided to talk." Jungkook reminded.

Yoongi nodded his head, letting the latter go. He immediately opened his tracker and guided his partner.

If the fucker is telling the truth that he has evidence in his possession, then finding out the client's identity will just be a piece of cake.

"Be careful." Yoongi reminded the ravenette through his earpiece.

In no time, Jungkook arrived in a rather secluded place where an abandoned old factory stood, surrounded by barb wires.

The nearest establishment is two kilometers away, making it a perfect hideout of an assassin who's in hiding.

"I hacked the cctvs in the area. No one's there, but still be careful." Yoongi informed, making the ravenette nod his head.

"Copy, hyung." He answered, finally finding his way inside. He cautiously roamed his eyes around, securing his mask to cover his face, just in case.

Jungkook carefully opened the door that leads him inside an empty room. He started searching for hidden chambers or secret doors with his gloved hands but found none.

He had seen a couple of clothes inside a large box in the other room, few undergarments and firearms on top of a makeshift bed.

There are also beer cans and styrofoams by the glass shelves, a couple of worn out shoes by the door, and keys hanging on the makeshift bedpost.

He carefully looked over each item, just trying his luck to find something useful.

As the time passed by, the ravenette searched every corner of the factory, opened all closed doors for the whole day but still, he found nothing.

"There's nothing here." Jungkook huffed, feeling tired and wasted.

"That fucking shit is sly." Yoongi grunted in frustration.

"Is there any other place where he could have stayed?" Jungkook asked, making his way out of the establishment.

It had already turned dark outside as he hopped in his car, removing his mask and gloves.

"None. That's the only place that I was able to track down." Yoongi said, voice a little irritated.

Jungkook started the engine. "It's okay, hyung. For now, let's just hope the fucker starts talking."

"Yeah, but that would mean we'll have to work faster than the police." Yoongi muttered.

Jungkook grinned. "Don't worry about that hyung. I'll get it before they do."

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"So, have you finally decided?" Jinyoung said, grinning like a lunatic as he comfortably sits on the chair while he eats with gusto.

Officer Namjoon felt irritated, seeing the enjoyment in his face as if he's not facing a lot of charges against him.

He wanted to wipe that grin off his face by punching the shit out of him, but he held it in.

Violence and abuse of power weren't Namjoon's thing. He's an upright officer who only abides the lawful process and nothing more.

"If you haven't decided yet, I can still wait. After all, I'm enjoying my stay here." Jinyoung mocked, eyes roaming around the whole room like a man on a vacation.

Namjoon clenched his jaw, trying his best not to let his anger get the best of him. He heaved a deep sigh, wanting to calm himself.

He stared at the man in front of him who keeps on eating his meal, face taunting the officer in front of him.

"You know agreeing to your terms isn't easy. I have to make sure you're not just making up stories." Namjoon said which made the other laugh.

"Well, if you won't trust me, then you'll never know who's behind all this." Jinyoung answered, eyes twinkling with mischief.

There's a long silence as Namjoon thoroughly thinks about the right thing to do.

After the deliberation he had with his team, they finally arrived with a conclusion.

Though it would be hard to trust this man, they don't have a choice but to gamble.

"Okay." Namjoon finally said, looking at the man in front of him who keeps on tugging on his shirt just around his neck.

"Is that a yes?" Jinyoung muttered, irritated by the sudden flare of heat around his neck.

Officer Namjoon sighed in defeat. "Yes. We're going to agree on your terms in exchange of the evidence that you could provide. We would also want you to describe JK's face to our resident sketch artist." Namjoon uttered, looking seriously at the man in front of him.

"Hmm.." Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes in response.

Namjoon waited for the latter to speak up but instead of words coming out of his mouth, the officer saw his saliva dripping out, body began convulsing in a rapid manner, eyes turning white.

"Mr. Park?" Officer Namjoon abruptly stood from his seat and rushed towards the assassin who fell out of his chair.

"Mr. JINYOUNG!" Namjoon held the latter by the shoulders, his mouth now covered with his own saliva, body trembling and stiffening on the floor.

The door to the interrogation room opened and in came Hoseok who's been waiting outside.

"What happened?" He asked, ducking down on the ground to help Namjoon.

"Shit! He must've been..." Namjoon trailed off, turning his attention on the empty bowl on top of the table.

"Fuck!" Namjoon stood and pressed the alarm, alerting all the police officers in the department.

"Secure all the premises. I want all the police officers in the conference room now!" He ordered, wanting to make sure nobody goes out.

"If you see someone suspicious, arrest him without another word." He ordered before looking at Hoseok who shook his head as both of them stared at the now dead body of their only hope in finding the mastermind in all this.

"Contact our pathologists to conduct autopsy of the body. Have that bowl checked for poison residue or something that might have caused this." Namjoon instructed, fighting over the urge to pour his anger and frustration out on the things he sees.

Hoseok nodded his head, seeing the distress on the latter's face. He knows this incident will have a huge impact in their department.

They have let their supposed to be witness to die in their custody, inside the police station where he should've been safe and protected.

"Check the cctvs. I want a report within an hour. Find the fucker who did this." Namjoon sternly ordered before heading out.

As he made his way to the conference room, Namjoon clenched his fist, feeling so fucked up.

His enemy is no joke. Whoever he's dealing with is as sure as hell willing to kill anyone who gets in the way.

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