— Yeah… now I get why I'm surrounded. — Jun‑ho whispered into the comms with Salin.
His eyes lingered on the night sky for a moment. The salty taste in the air. The sound of waves crashing hard against the quay.
Across the ship, Salin had just seen what no one wanted to see, mules smuggling drugs in their stomachs.
It was far worse than Jun‑ho imagined. He thought the smuggler was just using Goden's protection to bring in goods from abroad. But using people as vessels?
Salin drew a deep breath and hurried between the containers.
— I'm on my way, Jun.
— Stay there. — Jun‑ho's voice dropped to a whisper.
That was all it took — gunfire erupted around him.
Jun‑ho was surrounded. Armed men closing in, none of them his.
— Salin? — he called, voice still steady. — Salin, don't come any closer! Do you copy?
He ducked behind a container, waiting for the right moment to strike.
He'd faced worse. But in terms of ammo… he was at a disadvantage.
So Yong had limited his supplies.
