Flames devoured the night.
The warehouse at the edge of Incheon's port was a hellish inferno — steel beams melted into slag, walls caved under the pressure of their own heat, and smoke painted the stars black. Inside, chaos had settled into silence, save for the crackle of burning debris and the metallic ring of a dropped magazine.
Park Min-Jun's boots dragged over the concrete floor, leaving streaks of blood in his wake. His tactical gear was torn, armor cracked, and one eye nearly swollen shut. His breath rasped through clenched teeth, shallow and uneven.
Across the room stood Cheon Tae-Hyun.
Even now, dressed in a bloodstained designer suit, he looked unshaken. His tailored jacket was in tatters, but his posture remained elegant. A smirk curved on his lips, as if mocking the ruin around them.
"So, this is the legendary Park Min-Jun," Tae-Hyun drawled, slowly reloading his pistol. "Dolos -The living weapon. The government's attack dog. And this is what's left of you?"
Min-Jun didn't reply. He steadied his aim with a trembling hand. His pistol, scratched and worn, pointed squarely at Tae-Hyun's heart.
"You've caused too much damage," Min-Jun said, voice coarse. "Too many lives lost. The syndicate ends here."
Tae-Hyun chuckled and stepped forward, unconcerned by the barrel trained on him.
"Damage? I gave the people what your government never could — protection, power, purpose. You think you can end us?"
"You're just a parasite feeding on chaos."
"A parasite?" Tae-Hyun raised an eyebrow. "You're not so different from me. You follow orders. You kill for them. The only difference between you and me is that you wear a uniform and i don't."
Min-Jun's finger tightened on the trigger.
"They sent you to kill me because no one else had the guts" Tae-Hyun continued, gesturing lazily around them. "Your government — those trembling cowards — they feared me. Not for what I've done, but for what I could do."
"You are Wrong" Min-Jun said. "And they are right."
The Cheon Syndicate had grown like a cancer, consuming neighborhoods, cities, and systems. With every passing month, its influence bled into law enforcement, corporate circles, and even politics. If left unchecked, it would've swallowed the country whole.
High-ranking officials whispered in fear but acted in silence. And when fear overwhelmed caution, the mission fell to Park Min-Jun — the man they unleashed when diplomacy failed.
"You're right about one thing," Min-Jun admitted. "They were scared. That's why they sent me."
Tae-Hyun's grin widened. "Then let's end it , i don't have the luxury to be wasting time on vermins like you".
Without warning, Tae-Hyun fired. The shot rang like thunder.
The bullet punched into Min-Jun's chest — just below the collarbone. He staggered back, eyes wide as the force knocked the air from his lungs. Blood spurted from the wound, warm and fast.
Min-Jun dropped to one knee. He could hear his heartbeat — wild and slowing. His fingers trembled, eyes unfocused.
Tae-Hyun approached slowly, gun still raised. "Any last words, soldier?"
Min-Jun's breathing rasped, uneven. His vision blurred.
Then… focus.
With what strength remained, he raised his arm — steadying it on sheer will. His finger pressed the trigger.
One shot.
The bullet struck Tae-Hyun in the center of his forehead.
The crime lord's eyes widened in shock — the smirk vanished. He crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut, collapsing in silence beside the man who killed him.
Min-Jun exhaled, slow and pained. His grip loosened. The gun fell from his hand, clattering beside blood-slick concrete.
The flames roared louder now, closer. Wood and metal above began to creak and groan under pressure.
So this is how it ends, he thought. One bullet each. Fair.
He laid there, blood pooling beneath him, the fire reflecting in his dimming eyes. And as the world faded, Park Min-Jun felt a strange sense of peace — but also… something unresolved.
This can't be the end.