Ippon

Within Western Seoul a telephone booth had several calls when a call was made to an empty booth.

A curious passerby answered an unknown caller and made the surrounding area filled with smoke and emergency sirens.

Simon a few hours before his team planning completed preparations for black operation Black Dunes completes his last packet of smoke.

He parked their tools van in a small residential street around the corner from a busy road.

He took his bomber jacket wearing black face mask and hat to his location and placed explosives in a telephone handset in a corner booth not well visible but in use.

"I am going to fix this booth with a bomb in a handset. It should make them wake up before we hit the account hole."

"Roger that. You make sure it does not go off before you place it in offline mode."

"Ok."

He hangs up a secure line call from his captain and walks in a booth, takes the call handset off and tapes it temporarily black call button on.

He opens the handset microphone part and replaces it with a similar but smaller wired version adding extra to microphone wire C4 explosives.

He high wires it back by cutting old cables off and twisting them with bomb wires.

Simon screws handset microphone part back on and gently lifts black wire off to make sure there is no surge to activate C4 he swapped with the original microphone.

"It should add good gunpowder."

Their intentions were to blow up explosives gathering major attention to the other side of Capital before they will make an appearance in the commercial part of Capital attempting to uncover Eastern European war criminal Polov Dunes money laundering office to find transaction details they could trace hostage tracks.

He walks back in their van round the corner and gets inside.

"Are you sure it will work and nobody will decide to use it now?"

"I watched it for two days on a local store CCTV we broke in online."

"I hope we should be fine or we just end up causing mayhem in Korean Madness before we find a lost kid and make our debut in our first track and trace rescue field."

"Yes. It is our first operation together."

Simon Says tapes Daily Bong News newspapers over his waist, lays in a double layer over his bottom leaving a triple layer on his crotch. He then pulls up his pants.

Ignacius continues looking at him thinking a little did he knew since their childhood friendship.

"You can never be ready enough for those motherfockers."

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"Hello my name is Gorimo Lopez."

They walk in a planned meeting in financial street to see account services.

They take a seat and Lord Ignacius asks if he could make a call because he forgot his mobile phone back in their car.

He takes a couple minutes before the connection dials a call handler and the signal shuts off on the other side of the line.

"a?"

He places the office phone down and walks back to the waiting room.

Simon walks out their waiting room a moments later to kick on the floor one accountant.

He continues kicking his face open with his black polish shoes to wipe blood off.

He places his arms back in his suit pockets and asks where Polov Dune is hiding the slush funds in the accountancy office.

"Where is the polished possy now?"

Accountant bleeding on the floor covering his face, looking away trembling in fear not to meet Simon's gaze.

His blood running out his nose and with a broken nose he cannot see it clearly feeling the adrenaline rush he attempts to answer.

"I am sorry I do not understand?"

"I will ask you one more time!"

Ignacius walks out behind the waiting room glass door and opens his assault rifle fire in the office sealing before the office manager manages to answer Simon's query.

"Where are polish barbies!"

He screams once he shoots an open round of fire and points his high velocity caliber automatic weapon to workers standing up behind their desks.

*.*

The literature agents arrived in black European class limousine. They were wearing black suits.

One opened an assault rifle fire on the street to collect data from next door war criminal Polov Dunes slush fund accountancy office next door to the literature house.

But before then they walked into our office.

They felt a warm couple of businessmen including their translator who stood by their side.

She was Asian, of Japanese descent. She was polite and curious and led them to our office facility on the top floor.

One asked us to use our office telephone because he forgot his mobile phone back in their business car.

He said it was an important call. He was about to make an important business transaction before we had aggression broken out in our workplace.

His colleague walked out and broke my nose talking and asking questions without making any sense of reality.

He walks out a moment later filling our office full of gun shells pointing his weapon at us.

"I believe he introduced himself a Gorimo Lopez. I am not sure. I must check our guest list for visitors."

"We make them Black Friday sale they will never forget." He spoke before I escorted us to our office floor pass literature house.

I think they were literature agents or creative writers who approached our services because they needed our accountants' help.

They spoke very creatively, their prose was original voicing ideas across making vocal points like an artist's.

"Let's give them some metal."

"Ahh ya."

"We have plenty of change, ya."

I truly believed they were planning something big like a good rock concert.

"It will be ok for now and stay in the ambulance to make sure paramedics check your nose. It looks like a real bad injury."

"Thank you officer."

*.*

Lord Ignacius opens a live fire on the street. They just left the office building block in a hurry. He shot a ginger woman while making their way on the street.

The time crime reports came in about calls of crimes within a very same time committed in different parts of Korean Capital.

"White collar crime division one."

"We have heavy fire on the streets from literature agents outside publishing house."

"Do they cook books?"

"No."

"Wrong department."

Ignacius pierces a clean shot dead on the street in ginger woman.

Simon walks to a metropolitan police officer behind him on the sidewalk who is planning to aim his firearm at Lord Ignacius.

"You think a stab vest will save you from me cutting a peninsula out from your legs. You should have thought better, my friend."

He cuts in and lets out a sea of blood from hanging partially erupted testicles. Simon smiles and walks away.

Their escort transport is parked around the corner and the driver is waiting inside already with their translator.

"I wonder how they are doing there?"

He finished eating his sandwich.

"I think Simon went too far using high velocity explosives in a public place."

"A, I believe we broke a Geneva Convention of No War weapons in peaceful streets."

"Yes. He bombed a suicide telephone booth. You look! It looks like they are running to us."

Sakura Uto is able to see Lord Ignacius in black suit with Simon wearing a matching pair of black sunglasses running with black bags packed in their guns.

"How was it?"

"You press the gas pedal. I think Simon cut the officer's balls off while I kept shooting live rounds to make us look like we robbed them."

Captain Magnum Mage starts to drive, indicating he is turning his vehicle left; they continue to drive outside Southern Seoul to avoid traffic and take time to examine evidence.

"But how about the evidence we planned for?"

"I stole it off their barbie but first I had to twist and turn Ken's arms well."

"I think the explosives used by Senpai were a bit much for us to blow up the phone booth."

"Ahh you do not worry about it. I am lately acting crazy because of jetlag. I am in a Korean Madness mindset."

"It is a form of mind set?"

"Ya you do not worry about him. He can be like this."

"He told you our real names because he felt might not live much longer through our mission together."

Lord Ignacius places his hand over Sakura's shoulder in the front seat while Magnum Mage is driving their vehicle.

He thought to reassure her because everybody felt psychological strain left in harsh unknown conditions in the environment; only their Captain Magnum Mage felt familiar comfort.