Dilettante - chapter 1

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 Prologue

red in front of the eyes

My mind was hazy from the blood flowing from my head, and I kept losing my focus. Somewhere in her body felt like it was broken, but her aimed gun didn't even budge.

Then, with a heavy sound, the door opens.

A ray of light slowly penetrates the interior of the trailer, which had not been illuminated.

It could be blinding, but she held her breath with her fingers entangled in the trigger. Between the fishy scent of her blood, the thick musk scent is mixed.

The man who walked in, trampling loud noise with his shoes, has a  huge presence like a reaper. The enchanting scent than the blood that covered his whole body.

"Ciao."

The man titled his head and stared  at her. To be precise, the muzzle, the black eyes beyond that.

"If you come... I will kill you."

"Coreano?"

"Si, come no."

With his hand in his pockets, the man slowly made eye contact and put one knee on the floor.

He  placed his forehead on the aimed gun and gently gripped her wrist.

She struggled to raise the corners of her mouth and quietly recite the man's name.

"Guilio Parenti."

The voice of Guilio Parenti, who was staring at her lips with narrow eyes, was chilly.

"Ho aspettato. La mia morte."

The breath he had been holding was slowly released.

He is a devil with an angel face, or a monster.

Part 01. A woman stepped in malice

A week ago.

As I stood on the side of the road and waved my hand, the electronic signboard that read 'empty car' went off and  the taxi stopped.

"welcome!"

It was late, but the young driver greeted the customer kindly.

Hana wearing a ball cap and carrying a bag full of  English textbooks, nodded  and got into the back seat.

"In front of Mapo, Yuseong Mart."

"Yeah, Yuseong Mart. By the way, are you a student?"

"Yes, what. It's late."

"Oh wow, that's a lot of trouble. There is water and drinks, so please enjoy."

I glanced at the drinks in the center console the driver had mentioned, but she didn't touch them.

The taxi were quite comfortable. A protective plate was installed to keep the distance from the driver's seat, and there was a faint smell of air freshener.

It means that the driver is at leat not a smoker.

Felt like a pickled plum. So I yawned and closed my eyes for a while while the car stopped at the traffic light.

I thought I was fluent in a foreign language because I had lived abroad for a long time, but the foreign language I learned for certification was different.

Anyone can speak, but in order to properly understand the structure of language, it was like having to study.

Once I got hooked, overindulgence in my daily life, so I've been pushing myself for months.

Of course, that's not the only reason for being tired. It also played a part in stopping at a convenience store right after class and having one-shot of three  cans of beer.

It was an untimely thing to open my eyes.

'Am I sleeping?'

My heart was beating fast and confused, as if I had been sudddenly pullet out of the water.

The taxi is still moving. Guests increased.

She checked the driver and asked

"Driver, are you still there?"

Then, the driver turned around and smiled with his eyebrows drooping as if he was sorry.

"Yes yes. I'm sorry, miss. I took the wrong road and got on board in the middle. Are you okay?"

"It can't be helped. Please go quickly. The fee...."

"Do not worry. You only pay half  the fare."

Half... .

She frowned, but soon spotted a familiar milestone in the distance and leaned her head against the window again.

The driver was kind. I frequently heard the vibrating sound of the phone in the front seat.

She fidgeted with herr cell phone and slid  it loosey intoo the front pocket of her bag

'Since we arrived soon, well... .'

I just want to finish it quickly and go home and rearrange my vocabulary.

Twenty nine soon. Soon to be thirty. It was tme for a stable job.

Just when every minute felt like a waste, Hana, who had been leaning her head against the window, suddenly opened her eys again this time.

I guess  i fell asleep again.

A dark and desolate place withoutt a single light.

The focus quickly sharpened, and there was no one in the driver's seat or passenger's seat.

Hana slowly stared out the window locked in darkness.

The moment she senses danger, the back door she was sitting in opens.

The man who suddenly pushed himself was a taxi driver sitting in the driver's seat. Surprised, she pulled herself back, and at the same time the door opposite her opened

"catch!"

A man appeared from behind and tightly gripped her body with both arms. Her hat came off and her long hair flowed down.

"What are you doing? You picked up a criminal, not a passenger? driver."

Hana asked the man who smiled lazily. But as if they were being treated as invisible, they giggled among themselves and grabbed her leg.

"Wow, you have a dirty face. He also has a temper."

"Hey, I don't think you drank anything. Will it be okay?"

"Damn  it, I man. I thought I was freaking out because I smelled like alcohol."

"Hey, aren't we getting f*cked?"

"If you want to report it, do it. I can kill you."

Then, a sarp piece of metal touched his neck. I couldn't tell if it was a knife or a smple threat tool because I couldn't see it even when I opened my eyes.

Then the man hugging him from behind puts his hand insiide his shirt. Seemingly aroused by the mere rubbing of her breasts, he began to rub his erect penis against her waist.

Soon, the man holding her leg also began to feel for the leggings she was wearing, with a flushed face and heavy breathing,

Hana gave the man a pitiful glaring as a warning

"Shouldn't you?"

"Wow, be proud. Is it a  concept? You speak so d@mn loud. Are you scared?"

"yeah, I'm scared. So if you stop here, I won't be mad at you. You trash bastard."

"Shut up, motherf*cker. Before you mop your p*ssy."

The man who pat out abusive language lowered his pants  and pullet out his genitals and scanned them. Then he gave a raher strong  warning.

"If you chew it, the neck will fly off."

The iron on his neck pressed harder against hhis skin . It  was only then that Hana was convince that the one that pressed aganst her neck was a poorly made imitatoin knife. However, no matter how crude, anything with a sharp point can become a weapon.

She pursed her lips and looked up at the agitated man.

"But, he is so d@mn pretty. I think it will be cold. Smells good too. F*ck."

The man sitting in the back was already screaming, unable to contain his excitement. The back of his is wat. Her patience was gradually going to the bottom at the terible and irritating sensation.

"D@mn, fast b*tch!"

It was when the man who had been tapping her lips  with his penid grabbed her hair

With her eyes raised, her lips drew an arc. A  creepy smile that is uncharacteristically relaxed. The confused  man's eyes widened

"You guys... . Haven't you ever killed someone?"

Her tone was calm, as if she were talking to a friend.

"What? What are you talking about, f*ck."

"It's a habit to see that they prepared drinks with medicines, right?"

The man's lips turned blur as he inhaled. It seemed that he had concluded that it was an unusual turnaround or that she was a crazy b*tch.

"... Hey, kill this b*tch."

If you don't hvae anything to say just go there.

One smiled and looked up at the man. The man's eyes widen at the angel-like gentle face.

"you... !"

One pointed to his own neck where the blade had touched.

"If you're going to kill me, not here... . Here, I have to aim."

It was an instant.

She grabbed the mam  holding the knife by the wrist and stabbed the man in front of her in the chest. The sound I heard from my wrist was a terrible  crack as bone separated from muscle.

"Aww!"

"Hey!"

A mn's wrist twisted in a strange way. hana crouched down and kicked the guy in front of him in the stomach with all his might.

Puck!

The recoil pulls the knife out and blood spurts out. The man rolled his eyes and fell out of the taxi.

One hit the ribs with his elbow, taking advantage of the chance that the guy behind missed the knife. The throbbing pain in his skin, muscle and ribs made the man crouch down, unable to breath.

As she got out of the taxi, she hit the back of the man who was crawling trembling with her foot.

Suddenly, the man with his neck broken with a groan passed out.

Next... .

"Nastily."

Looking down  at her wet, slippery clothed and frowning, she approached the taxi. The man who has just opened the back door of her and was about to escape began to tremble with a terrified face.

"Now, now, now, wrong... !"

"What."

"That, that drink! save me... ."

"The law has been changed so that sexu@l offenses in a state of mental and physical weakness are subject to aggravated punishment... . Don't you guys even watch news?"

"Oh, no... Not that!"

Now, as if starting a game, he shivered and even has trouble breathing. Seeing her drooping hideous genitals and her pale, dead face reminds me of the feeling of ej@culating behind me, and I curse at her, which I decide not to put in my mouth.

"Should I k1ll you?"

"Sa, save me...!"

"You scared? Don't worry. The korean police will save you. But I have a personal request. Please don't give out your dick, store i. huh? It's ugly, very ugly."

Suddenly, the siren of a police car can be heard in the distance.

Her expression crumpled.

Hana kicked the man's face full of joy like a soccer ball, as if he had met a savior

With a snap, the man with his jaw turned slowly falls to the side, crimes targeting children, the elderly, and the socially underprivileged must be eliminated.

Then, with the sound of a tire screeching, the van with warning lights suspended roared too a halt.

"Leave one! kid, B*tch. I told you not to k1ll me!"

Yu-cheol Jeon jumped out of the van and shouted.

He was a very nasty looking man today. He's tall and has a good body, but that's to much. Jeon Yu-cheol, who looked like a model of a macho man, often looked more like a gang leader than a homicide detective.

Hana responded plaintively to Yu-cheol, who was rampaging along the road.

"I didn't kill him. For not killing me."

"Baby! This  is what killed them!"

"I-I've been drinking. This is enough for excessive defense mental and physical weakness I know it's self-defense."

Detective who got out of the five police car that arrived after, laughed at the bloody criminals.

The handcuffed criminals lay motionless on the dirt floor and groaned until an ambulance arrived.

The surrounding area, which quickly become a crime scene, was a construction site with the logo of a certain construction company. Construction was suspended for a while due to the exercise of the lien. 

So there was no one.

Hana stared blankly at Yu-cheol and pointed at the shirt he was wearing.

"Take it off, old man."

Surprised, Yu-cheol covers her chest and stared her up and down.

"You, is this sexu@l h@rassment?"

"Yeah, take it off. Oh, quick. It's embarrassing."

"Why!"

One jerked around and pointed at her shirt.

"That b@stard was cheap."

"Oops, b*tch... !"

"You can't go on like this. Well, I'm going to take a shower as soon as I go."

Jeon Yu-cheol took off his shirt while swearing at me. Hana accepted the shirt he threw off and smiled.

She went to the taxi and took out her cell phone from the front pocked of her bag. She then stopped the file she was still recording and transferred it to Yu-cheol"s cell phone.

"It's the proof. Recordings collected at the scene of the damage. Threatened with a knife, attempted murder, robbery, and even harassment and threats because he ej@culated on my body. It's all there."

"Hey, did you record everything in the middle of it?"

"It is to ensure that there is no escape due to insufficient evidence. I will k1ll you if you see me again."

Yu-cheol's colleagues, who had been watching her back in a daze as she headed to a corner to change her shirt, poured out questions as if they have been waiting.

"Who are you? Are you really the team leader's junior?"

"Are you an actor?"

"Did you come from another team by any chance? Did you make this all by yourself? OMG."

The juniors's faces were flushed as if they had had a drink. Lee Hana was unusual even in the eyes of the homicide detectives who did not blink an eye even in the most dangerous situations.

Not to the extent of being unusual, but to the extent of being incensed.

Yu-cheol lighted a cigarette with his shirt of and gave a serious warning with a smile.

"Hey. Whatever you think, don't try to get involved with her. Because there is not a single living person who met Lee Hana through the scope, don't forget."

Then, he trembled as he swept down his arm, which has goosebumps inconsistent with his large palm

"That is not a person. It's an arsenal. A murder weapon."

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