Do you guys think nam woo cheol (code 1) is in 1 of those silhouette? Who do you guys think?

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Which bodyguard do you choose in Manager Kim?

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my only issue with it, that kim and his wife/gf relationship it doesn`t make sense
like how tf u save someone who literally manipulate u ?

and how she that state to be just doll betrayed her master or co worker? i get she said she indeed love him deeply snice they order her to fall in love with him but that not excuse that she refuse the order and kill her master like she have free will ?

Any good fellas out there to share working discount codes for PMP credential renewal. Salutes with both hands.. 😀

Thanks.

Los Angeles, California.

The second most populous city in the United States, and home to 3.9 million people.

And of those people, fifty thousand of them were affiliated with the 18 Street Gang.

And it was this gang that Yuseong Shin planned to do business with once they arrived. The warehouse he was in was theirs, and his weapons and their corresponding boxes of ammunition were splayed onto foldable tables before the duffel bags they'd been brought in. Of course, he himself had a Desert Eagle in his back pocket, but his clients would likely have the same.

Well, he was the faster draw anyways.

The door opened with the end of that reassurance and five men stepped in. Three were black, one was white, and the last was hispanic. The white guy had a backpack slung over his shoulder, and he shifted to a single strap as the Hispanic guy spoke first.

"You got the stuff?"

Yuseong kicked off the wall he'd been leaning on, drawing their attention to both the gun in his pants and the fact he was heading towards the goods themselves. He stopped at the first table, which was covered by two dozen submachine guns.

"Tec-9s." He said, motioning to the guns in question to make up for his mediocre English. "Straight from Sweden."

The arms dealer pointed to the second table, where four assault rifles were propped up with bipods.

"And these are M4s. High quality, fully automatic. Worth the cash."

"And those?" The ganger asked, jutting his chin to the final table.

Yuseong smirked.

"These are G36's, made by Heckler and Koch."

That earned a grunt, the Korean turning in time to see the white gangster unzipping the backpack and holding it out as his fellows moved to put the weapons into their duffel bags.

"These'll serve us fine." The man said, Yuseong looked at the hundred dollar bills inside and grinned.

"Do what you want with 'em."

Taking the cash and counting it as the gangsters loaded up their new weapons into the back of a car and then drove off.

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Somalia was a good place for business. There were pirates here, and they were in the market for guns.

And so that was how he was here, sitting in a bar on the Somalian coast with forty Somalian men sitting on chairs and leaning against tables, pistols, machetes, and assault rifles within easy reach. Yuseong himself was unarmed, his knife, brass knuckle, and pistol having been taken from him upon his arrival.

At least he and the leader of this group, Ahmed, spoke the same amount of English.

"I want rocket launchers and grenades." Ahmed said. "Ten rockets, one hundred grenades."

Yuseong did the mental math, then nodded.

"That'll be..."

He looked at a napkin on the table and gestured with his chin. Ahmed nodded, and slid it and a pen over.

After doing the calculations, the arms dealer handed the napkin back.

Ahmed looked at the numbers, then back at his supplier.

"Deal." He agreed.

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"Do you have the weapons?"

Isu Jo. Half Korean, half Mexican.

All lapdog, whether to Taejin Cheon or that guy.

In reply, Yuseong pointed to the teal Ferrari in the car park. It was a rental, and suited for the streets of Mexico City.

Isu headed over and popped the trunk, the revolver in the back of his pants earning an eyeroll from the other Korean. But the four Mexican gangsters he'd come with didn't move, and were summoned over by a quick command in Spanish. Isu headed over to Yuseong, lighting up a fresh cigarrete as he did so.

"Those Uzis have foldable stocks." The darker man said casually.

Yuseong waited, but no follow up came.

"That's what you ordered." He finally said. Isu exhaled smoke off to the side before letting a smirk creep across his face.

"I'm surprised you remembered."

Though Yuseong considered calling him an asshole, the money handed over soothed him over.....

....Until he was in the car.

Small victories.

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"And you're sure these are the best on the market?"

The vice president of Kyunsunghwe was demanding, like Minhyuk but with a smaller brain and a larger build. It was this and the fact he was on a ship with an army of yakuza that kept Yuseong from commenting.

"Yeah." He said. "These are fresh from the crate."

The giant before him paused, then picked up one of the submachine guns Yuseong had bought on the dark web and weighed it in his hand. It was almost comical given the size of the man.

Yuuki grunted, then put the weapon back down.

"We'll take a hundred."

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Yuseong was no stranger to dealing with gangsters.

But these Bratva enforcers were just unsettling to be around.

None spoke, and now stood in various stages of his garage looking at the weapons on display. Boris was looking at his collection of shotguns appreciatively, Konstantin selected a Beretta for himself and paid in silence before leaving. Yuseong wondered why he chose that particular gun, but let it go in the same instant. Geezer probably had nostalgia from his army days.

The real issue was Vronsky, who was sneering in disdain at the imported weapons. The Uzis, the Glocks, the Skorpions. And at him too. The Russian speaking Korean who was trained in Sambo, whose body carried more Russian iconography than Vronsky had ever seen.

What did he know, anyways? At the end of the day, Yuseong was making more cash than any of the blond's jobs pulled in.

Whatever.

"You done sneering?" He called. Vronsky shrugged, then picked up a Makarov.

"How much?"

Boris held up a Magnum revolver and asked the same question.

Yuseong named his prices.

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"Fuck."

Yuseong picked himself up from where that suited grandpa had left him, picking up and sheathing his knife and brass knuckle. Calloused hands reassembled his pistol, and he'd just finished slipping all the strewn bullets into the gun's magazine when a flash of white caught his attention.

"Team Leader Lee?" He asked, confusion falling over his face. The hell was he doing here-

Sheer instinct had Yuseong flicking the safety of his gun before a karambit could cut the side of his neck.

"What the hell is this?" He demanded, raising his gun and firing. But his fatigue from the fight worked against him, his shot going over the other's shoulder and allowing for a karambit to slash along his stomach.

An attempted pistolwhip was caught, Yuseong's second bullet instead hitting the wall. A foot slammed into his fresh wound, forcing him to relinquish his weapon.

The gun was tossed aside, Sehwan advancing and weaving a brass knuckle aimed to shatter his teeth. A hand closed around Yuseong's wrist, a karambit slashing his throat.

"You'll never know why I did this." The brunette said, a smile in his voice. "Neither you, nor your fellow Executives. Why should the dead know what the living do?"

The blade was pulled out, and Yuseong fell back, head hitting the wall.

He spoke, but what came out were gurgles, the taste of iron filling his mouth.

He.... should have.... stayed in Russia....

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I can say that according to this cover, some of the best chapters in the mk comic book are waiting for us in the future, and because we still got a hint of anarchy and a struggle for power in the country, perhaps the strongest people from other countries and Korea itself will appear, since big people have appeared, what do you think?

Not saying the series will end soon but it's close to present day Lookism and got me thinking. What If the next spin-off is Jincheol and a squad of youths like how he tried to recruit Goo. 🤔

• Taehoon (we know joined) • Gukja (Timeskip he had R.O.K.A. uniform which is military program in schools) • Ancheol (With MLAAL season 2 man future will change so he can end up/ especially since his love interest is Dabin)

Any other ideas?

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