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The betrayal of Kim Tae-wook struck Park Bucheng like a thunderclap, reverberating in his heart. He suppressed his anger, taking a deep breath as the cold air filled his lungs, barely managing to quell the surging tide of rage within him. His mind raced, calculating that the death of the Intelligence Officer indicated that the "Ghost Plan" was no mere child's play; the Chaebol's tentacles had reached into the core of power, gnawing at the foundations of the nation like a malignant tumor. He had to act quickly to prevent this disaster and eradicate this evil force once and for all.
He carefully concealed the body of the Intelligence Officer, meticulously wiping away any traces he had left behind. Like a ghost in the night, he silently left the warehouse. Upon returning to the Gangster Stronghold, he immediately summoned Li Zhenghao and several trusted subordinates. Under the dim light, each face bore a grave expression. "I just received intelligence that the Chaebol is secretly conducting an operation called 'Ghost Plan,' aimed at using Biochemical Weapons to control the government," Park Bucheng stated bluntly, his tone low yet authoritative.
"What?! Biochemical Weapons?!" Li Zhenghao's face paled, his eyes nearly bulging out, while others displayed similar shock, as if they had heard an absurd tale. "That's right," Park Bucheng replied heavily, emphasizing each word. "And Kim Tae-wook is an undercover agent planted by the Chaebol within our ranks—a venomous snake hiding deep!"
At this revelation, chaos erupted among them. Kim Tae-wook held significant prestige in the gang; everyone trusted him implicitly. The news hit them like a bombshell. "That bastard!" Li Zhenghao cursed angrily, slamming his fist on the table, which thudded ominously. "I always felt something was off about him; that guy pretended to be all righteous, but who knew he was actually a traitor!"
Park Bucheng raised his hand to quiet them down. "Now is not the time for anger. We must quickly ascertain the specifics of 'Ghost Plan' and the Chaebol's next move if we are to catch them all at once."
Based on clues provided by the Intelligence Officer, Park Bucheng and Li Zhenghao gathered around a table, meticulously analyzing every detail. The dim yellow light illuminated their serious faces, and tension filled the air. They discovered that the Chaebol's secret trading point was located near an abandoned warehouse at Busan Port. It likely held crucial information regarding "Ghost Plan," like treasure hidden in darkness, waiting for them to unearth it. Park Bucheng decided to personally lead a team into the warehouse to gather intelligence and unveil this shrouded mystery.
As night fell, Busan Port was enveloped in darkness, with only distant lights twinkling like fireflies in the night sky. Outside the abandoned warehouse, several Chaebol security personnel patrolled vigilantly, their flashlight beams sweeping through the darkness like predatory beasts searching for prey. Inside the warehouse were infrared detectors and various traps set up with tight security, resembling an impenetrable fortress that instilled fear.
Park Bucheng led Li Zhenghao, Jin Jeosu, Park Chang-ho, and Cui Zhiyong closer to the warehouse under cover of night. He narrowed his eyes, sharp as a hawk's gaze, carefully observing his surroundings while employing Graceful Wave Steps that allowed him to move silently as if walking on cotton.
"I'll go in first to scout ahead; you all stay outside to provide support. Remember, no one moves without my signal," Park Bucheng instructed quietly with unwavering determination. "Be careful, boss," Li Zhenghao replied anxiously; he understood how dangerous this mission was and felt a wave of concern wash over him. "Don't worry; I'll be back," Park Bucheng smiled slightly before vanishing into the night like a shadow absorbed by darkness.
He moved like a wraith among the surveillance and patrolling personnel surrounding the warehouse without alerting anyone. Light as a feather and quick as lightning, he navigated through shadows like an elf in darkness. Once inside the warehouse, Park Bucheng became even more cautious. The interior was dimly lit and cluttered with towering piles of goods; a musty smell filled the air that made him nauseous. Relying on his keen instincts, he avoided all traps and mechanisms like a dancer walking on blades.
Suddenly, faint footsteps broke the silence of the warehouse. Park Bucheng's heart raced as he quickly hid behind a stack of goods, holding his breath and becoming one with the shadows. Two Chaebol security personnel approached with flashlights in hand, scanning their surroundings warily. "Strange; it feels like someone has entered," one said uncertainly with a hint of unease in his voice. "Probably just mice; there are plenty in this dump," replied another dismissively.
Park Bucheng held his breath like a crouching leopard waiting for its prey to leave. Just then, one of them accidentally triggered a mechanism; with a loud buzz, alarms blared throughout the warehouse, shattering the night's tranquility. This was bad! Park Bucheng thought grimly; he knew he had to escape quickly or risk being surrounded.
He burst from behind the stack of goods with a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms strike that sent both security personnel flying backward with heavy thuds against the ground. Hearing the commotion inside, other security personnel rushed over like a tidal wave surrounding Park Bucheng completely.
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. Faced with enemies as fierce as wolves and tigers, he showed no fear; instead, it ignited the fighting spirit within him. He executed the Graceful Wave Steps, weaving effortlessly through the crowd like a ghostly figure, elusive and hard to grasp. With a combination of punches and kicks, each strike was precise and powerful, knocking down security personnel one after another, their cries of agony echoing in the air.
He feigned weakness, retreating while engaging in battle, luring his enemies deeper into the warehouse. Then, taking advantage of the terrain, he turned the tables on them, defeating them one by one. He dodged at times and counterattacked at others, moving like a nimble snake among his foes, leaving them exhausted and scrambling.
Deep within the warehouse, Park Bucheng discovered a hidden chamber, feeling as if he had stumbled upon treasure. His heart raced with excitement as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room contained several computers and a wealth of documents, resembling a vault of knowledge waiting for his exploration. Park Bucheng quickly skimmed through the files, his expression growing increasingly grave. "Just as I suspected," he murmured to himself, "the Ghost Plan really does exist..."
At that moment, a fragrant breeze wafted in, accompanied by a familiar voice. "Park Bucheng, what are you doing here?"
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