Dilettante - chapter 6

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The man's name is Logan Valentine.

So when she first received a company business card that said 'Valentine's Day', she doubted if the other person was joking with her.

However, hana, who left England with the hunting director to meet Logan, learned a different meaning of Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day wasn't a romantic.

When Valentine's Day come to the enemy, meant that death has come.

'Valentine's Day was 'Day of the Dead'.

[Why are you talking after calling? Did you drink alcohol and made a mistake? Are you doing that crazy thing you do to your ex-lover?]

At Logan's childish joke, Hana greeted her teeth with a disapproving tone.

"It's been a while, Mr. Valentine."

[Let's stop the greetings. Why are you in Cambodia?]

She frowned at the words of Logan, who knew exactly where she was.

"Did you change jobs as a stalker? How do you know?"

[How can I not stalk you from my point of view? Blame you fo being a Valentine yourself.]

"I signed the documents confidentially when i retired. I don't say anything even if I'm afraid of the penalty."

[I'm not afraid that the information will leak out. Tsk. Again, Koreans are too humbled. That's not good.]

"In Korea, it is called virtue. Anyway... . You seem to know everything already, can I ask you a favor?"

"To order?"

"There're no funds to commit order for Valentine's Day. It's a request, not an order. Instead, I'll give you information about this case. It's going to taste pretty good."

Hana, with her eyes narrowed, enlarged a photo of Guilio Parenti.

It was a picture taken while getting out of the car. It was like arriving in front of the F1 stadium. The paparazzi relentlessly followed him until he entered the stadium with the tall man who seemed to be his subordinates.

The one way hairstyle. The man dressed in suit that was a stoic as it was perfect, had dark brown hair. His eyes were also quite dark, but maybe because of his long and deep eyes, he gave off a distinctly different vibe from the villains in the movie.

A decadent malice is felt in the face of a polite gentleman.

Did they call him a devil with an angel's face?

But she did not felt nothing in Guilio Parenti's face.

No matter how much people rave about that face, Guilio Parenti is a criminal. He himself lived a life far from justice, but he did not walk the path of villain. Therefore, she does not feel guilty about consuming the criminal's information.

Hana just thought that if she shared this big man's information to Valentine, she would be able too get enough help without paying a commission fee.

[What kind of food is it?]

"The mafia."

[Who?]

"Guilio Parenti. Capo of the Sicilian Mafia, David Mayer's... ."

[Enough until there.]

Logan's voice grew brighter. The sound of a chair being pushed is heard beyond the receiver. Standing up, Logan ordered his secretary to bring the documents.

"Logan, There is no time. It's kind of a hostage rescue operation. It will be counted from now on. Will you work with me? If you don't answer right away, I will contact another PMC... ."

[D@mn! Wait, I'll do it, I'll do it! Why are Koreans so impatient? Come right now. What do you want?]

Whether what the sh*t line in the beginning, but in the end, Logan ordered the secretary again. He instructed her to contact the control tower because he would move himself.

Valentine's Day is moving.

Hana finally sat down on a chair and focused her eyes on the man's face that filled the entire wall.

"Weapon. Everything I used to use, can it be ready right away?''

[I don't know who the hostage is, but he must be important. there is nothing I can do. I'll prepare the following collection. After 2 hours, go to the Safe House.]

"Thank you, Logan.''

[I'm being deceived because it's you. There is supposed to be a high commission fees.]

"I know. So thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Hana sat there blankly for a while. Then one of her hand moved in a ticking manner and raised her body at the same time.

Two hours later, Safe House.

After thinking, sh went into the bedroom and packed her laptop, projector, and printed the materials in Duyi's backpack. Then she pondered over the Glock and Resolver, and put the familiar Glock on her belt.

No evidence should be left in this house. From the evidence Duyi made to what she found, She quickly took out each ice bucket in the freezer and turned it over.

She hit the ice blocks, the hard ice that had been left unattended for a long time came out it's inside.

Hana picked up a small key between the broken ice and smirked.

"Anyway... . You can't do this, Duyi."

***

49 km from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap, the guards with automatic rifles appeared one by one in front of the whiskey brewery.

The strange brewery, which has a coral-colored exterior and a mix of French and German styles, had huge trailers coming in and out every day.

People in this area did not doubt that it was an organized fake liquor manufacturing factory. Otherwise, there wouldn't need such strict vigilance.

Those who stood guard found a motorcycle running at great speed.

The speed is approximately 329 km. Everyone was on alert as the motorcycle came with a menacing engine sound.

Their guns, armed with automatic riffles, are focused on the terrifyingly fast motorcycle.

At the same time if the orders from the top is given, a rampage will begin. However it was a necessity to find out exactly who the opponent was.

[It could be a guest, so stand by.]

Responding to the instructions given by the radio, they put their fingers on the trigger while staring at the motorcycle that had stopped in a half-turn.

It was a woman who got off the motorcycle.

A woman wearing a backpack, taking off the helmet and pulls down the mask covering her face.

Everyone frowned at her with a sigh. They hadn't heard that the customer was a woman.

Tall with white skin. A woman with a body that would break if its touched, was wearing only skintight jeans and a white shirt.

The black hair was tied together and has long eyelashes. The moment they saw the black eyes staring straight, they got goosebumps.

"She is a woman. I don't think she's a guest."

Alec's speech was cut off as he was reporting.

「F*ck-... . It's One. I didn't here a report say it's One. D*mn it, open the door! If you don't want to die, hurry up!」

Surprised by the shouts from walkie-talkie, Alec lowered the gun and hurriedly raised the gate. He didn't know who One is, but if Oslo who is called a mad dog, is also embarrassed, it means that this person not easy to deal with.

A woman stride past the guard post and throws the key in her hand.

Alec unknowingly accepted the key and put on a bewildered expression. Then she frowned and said while pointing the motorcycle she had been riding.

"Place it well where you can see it. Leave the key in."

Ducati Panigale V4.

Alec, with his dream vehicle in front of him, smiled brightly and saluted her.

"Welcome, One."

Hana glanced at the man running on the motorcycle then took a step.

Of all things, this place is too close to where Lee Duyi was hit.

She naturally entered the building while imagining the route in her head.

Whether they have already been contacted or not, those who were watching the border give way with a curious look.

It is a place that manufacture high-quality whiskey and cognac and distributes wine. It seems illegal, but it was another source of income for Logan Valentine, which was legal.

'Somehow, I couldn't believe it was two hours... . They do all sorts of business."

Valentine's Safe House exists everywhere in the world. Where there is wide land, there is Valentine.

Hana was in irony by Valentine's business ability. It's a stronghold and safe house. If you compare it to Joseon, this is like a post office.

Just when she was irritated by the damp wind and sweaty clothes, she entered the room where the air conditioner was running.

"Hana!"

The gruff voice belongs to Oslo Hansen. Hana then raised her hand to Oslo, who jumped on her with a gigantic body.

"Long time no see."

Interestingly, Oslo was a Norwegian.

To explain, it is the same context as Koreans having the name Kim Seoul.

Oslo ran over and hugged her tightly, rubbing her with his bearded face.

"Oh, you was alive. D*mn it! How long has it been? God, it's not a dream, is it?"

Hana smiled awkwardly and pushed Oslo's chest.

"It's not a dream, so look at me. Nothing has changed, Oslo."(Hana)

"Your inner self has changed. Seeing you, I felt an iron wall inside."(Oslo)

"When you grow up, it means it's time to die. So just don't grow up and live as a mad dog."(Hana)

"You once told me to grow up though. Anyway, are you going back to work?"

"No, I'd like to ask you a favor."

Oslo, who was disappointed to hear that, followed Hana like a big dog.

Those who stood guard doubted their eyes at the change of Oslo. Who is that woman who changed Oslo, a mad dog called as the instructor from hell into a retriever?

Hana then climbed the stairs leading to the second floor, looked around and said.

"I'm embarrassed, Oslo. There are too many eyes."

As soon as she finished her words, Oslo turned around and shouted.

"Everyone, cover your eyes!"

The effect was direct. They listened so well that everyone kept their heads down and averted their gaze until the two disappeared.

Seeing that, he muttered, 'He's worse than Yoochul."

As if she was annoyed, she removed Oslo and stood in front of Logan's office.

"Where is Logan?"

"Soon. The heliport is open, so he will arrive in no time."

Jun 22, 8:29:07

Like Logan, who never broke his appointment, the loud sound of propellers began to be heard above her head.

Hana opened the door of Logan's office. It wasn't long before the sound of shaking in the building stopped, and a different air current flowed inside.

It was the sound of several footsteps, including Logan. There is also those with a weight of at least 100kg or more

Hana looked around the neat office, then sat down at Logan's desk and waited for him.

The sound of approaching footsteps seemed to stop, and the office door opened wide. Logan, dressed in a dark carbone suit, finds her and opens his arm with a bright smile. His charming eyes twinkled and his white teeth sparkled exceptionally.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

The people behind Logan put down the duffel bags in both hands one by one. Sweating profusely, they opened the zipper and took a step back with their hands behind.

After checking what they had brought, Hana laughed and held out her hand. 

"Nothing has changed, Logan. Long time no see."

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Mango Talk*

After I read this chapter, it seems like they cut a lot of scene for the manhwa. Well although it does not change the story line, i hope they don't cut the sm*t part LMAO. ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

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