My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 518

“There’s a police officer named Park Do-joon.”

“Ah, I know who he is. That guy coached you?”

“Yes.”

‘Huh, really.’

He’s the guy who crushed the organizations in Korea and even got the organization in China targeted by the Party. If it weren’t for him, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

“Is it him again?”

“Ah, do you know him?”

“I know him.”

For a moment, Wang Woo-hwan thought about killing Park Do-joon. But he shook his head.

‘I can’t afford to make a reckless move.’

Park Do-joon is someone he doesn’t like and needs to deal with, but it’s not the right time before they’ve established themselves. If they rashly touch Park Do-joon and the cops catch a whiff, they’ll be in trouble.

“Then, instead of Hong Geun-jong, I need to use someone else to establish our position. Who should I dispose of?”

“Dispose……”

“Yes, dispose. Who needs to be disposed of for Hong Geun-jong to keep his position?”

“That……”

Han Seong-gi frantically racked his brain at those words. He couldn’t die like this.

‘If I don’t listen… he’ll kill me.’

Han Seong-gi knows what’s happening in that closed room and why he was beaten. If he shows any useless sense of justice here, the next person to die in that room won’t be the woman screaming her last, but himself.

“That……”

“You call yourself a profiler, but you’re useless. Dispose of him.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No, it’s the president of Daeguk Group’s factory.”

“What?”

“Who?”

“He firmly controls Assemblyman Hong Woo-jong’s district, mainly because Daeguk Group’s factory is in that district.”

In other words, most people working in that area live under the shadow of Daeguk Group.

Of course, not everyone works at the Daeguk Group factory. But there are families of those who work at the Daeguk Group factory and merchants who gather hoping for the money those families spend.

Frankly, if Daeguk Group were to leave that area, it’s natural that 50%, no, more than 60% of the area’s income would vanish.

“There’s a reason why Assemblyman Hong Woo-jong runs there and keeps getting nominated there.”

From his party’s perspective, if they send Hong Woo-jong there, he’s 100% guaranteed to win, so there’s no reason to make any other risky choices.

“That’s how it’s been so far.”

“But?”

“But……”

Hong Woo-jong caused too big of an accident. He tried to kill Hong Geun-jong. Even if he wasn’t caught, it doesn’t mean there’s no suspicion.

“Hong Geun-jong is trying to keep Hong Woo-jong in check. And one of the ways to do that is to isolate him locally.”

Hong Woo-jong holds political power, while Hong Geun-jong holds corporate power. But if Hong Geun-jong opposes Hong Woo-jong’s sponsorship or local candidacy, which way will the local votes go?

“We can’t kill Hong Geun-jong right away and take his assets, so we need to secure political power first.”

“So that’s what it is.”

To do that, they need to secure solid power in that area.

“But the problem is……”

“Yes, I know what it is.”

Hong Woo-jong holds political power, but Daeguk Group is controlled by Hong Geun-jong. There’s no way the president will listen to Hong Woo-jong.

“We’ll take care of that.”

Wang Woo-hwan said with a satisfied face. And just then, the occasional screams stopped. After a while, Hong Woo-jong came out, tidying his clothes.

“Was it helpful?”

“It was good.”

“I’m glad.”

Wang Woo-hwan grinned.

Hong Woo-jong glanced at Han Seong-gi. But even seeing the bloodied Han Seong-gi, he didn’t say anything. And seeing that, Han Seong-gi realized what he had done.

‘I’ve shaken hands with the devil.’

If he cuts ties here? He’ll die. They won’t let him live.

But he can’t report it now. Hong Woo-jong has the ability to cover it up. Han Seong-gi knows better than anyone because he was a police officer.

Even if he reports it, the police won’t protect him in the end. Of course, he’ll die, and then Hong Woo-jong will be acquitted.

‘I was… obsessed with power.’

Han Seong-gi trembled in fear. And seeing that, both Hong Woo-jong and Wang Woo-hwan had satisfied expressions. That’s the ultimate image of a slave they wanted.

“I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“You need to get properly nominated, right? I think it would be good to join hands?”

“Is that so? What method do you have?”

“Humans volunteer to be slaves.”

“What?”

Hong Woo-jong, not understanding the words, tilted his head.

“Humans volunteer to be slaves if you give them benefits. And you can force them into slavery.”

Wang Woo-hwan grinned.

“First, let’s spread drugs in the district.”

“Drugs? Will something change if we spread that?”

“Nothing will change if we just spread drugs.”

Wang Woo-hwan said with a grin.

“Give me the information of key executives. Stick some drugs in their children’s mouths while holding a knife to their necks, and they’ll become our slaves.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea?”

If he firmly controls the district, the party won’t be able to kick him out no matter how hard they try.

“And that guy.”

Wang Woo-hwan glanced at Han Seong-gi. Han Seong-gi, stiff with fear, trembled.

“He seems to have more use for a while, so let’s keep him alive.”

“Let’s do that. And next time, get me a woman with more meat on her bones. It’s no fun hitting someone so skinny.”

“I understand. Send him out.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Hong Woo-jong took Han Seong-gi, who was watching carefully, and left. Watching him, Wang Woo-hwan chuckled.

“Boss, why did you do such a troublesome thing? Of course, that guy is at the core of power, but isn’t he just a disposable piece?”

“He is a disposable piece. But what’s the most urgent thing for our organization?”

“Money.”

“Where are you going to get that money?”

“That’s……”

The subordinate couldn’t answer. Well, if he had the ability to judge that, he wouldn’t be a subordinate.

“Wang Woo-hwan’s territory has Daeguk Group’s factory. And there’s a lot of money circulating there. Do you think Daeguk Group’s salary is low? Han Seong-gi, was it? That *Gaori Bbangzi* [local slang for a profiler] guy said that the whole city lives watching only Daeguk Group’s every move.”

“Ah!”

Wang Woo-hwan is also a profiler.

He was a good profiler. So, in that short moment, he immediately realized what the weakness was.

“If we properly spread drugs in that area, we can suck up the money coming out of Daeguk Group.”

“That’s right!”

Furthermore, as long as Hong Woo-jong is the local congressman, it’s not difficult to access investigation records or control the local police.

“Besides, what kind of guys are Daeguk Group?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tsk tsk, aren’t they a Korean weapons company? The factory in that district isn’t just making clothes to sell.”

“Ah!”

“That’s right, if we do well, we can get military information.”

And the Chinese government is very interested in that military information. Weapon blueprints, the actual performance of weapons held by the Korean military, disposal technology, and so on.

“If we get the employees there addicted to drugs, it will all come to us.”

And if they hand that over, the organization can rise again.

‘And maybe.’

Maybe even he, who was recruited as a tool, could become the boss of the organization.

“That place will now be our stronghold.”

Wang Woo-hwan said confidently.

“The strongest stronghold built in Korea. Hehehe.”

# The Impact of a Madman

“Good.”

Park Do-joon was lying down in his house. His house, his room. And today, he felt really good. He couldn’t help but feel that way.

“How long has it been since I rested?”

Since becoming a police officer, he’s been crazy busy. Annual leave? Monthly leave? That’s something you use when you have the *yeoyu* [leisure]. From the start, profilers are in positions with a shortage of personnel, so in the current situation where they’ve even created a regional support team and are sending additional dispatches, he couldn’t comfortably say, ‘I’m going to rest for a bit.’

“I’m really not going to do anything today.”

He doesn’t want to do anything. He even more intensely doesn’t want to do anything.

“*Oppa* [term used by younger women to address older brothers or male friends], you’re already at the level of dried seafood?”

“I’m not just dried seafood, I’m not going to move until I’m withered and dried up.”

Lee Yeon-hee was dumbfounded by Park Do-joon’s words.

“No, I never thought *Oppa* was this lazy… The *Oppa* I know is a complete workaholic?”

“I used to be. But living like that, I realized it was meaningless.”

“Anyone would think you’ve lived about fifty years?”

“Hahaha.”

It’s not wrong. In his past life, he only worked like crazy. But it was meaningless. He treated everything as work, and even put his family in jail with his own hands.

‘I was wrong.’

If he had paid a little attention, he could have stopped his brother before he became corrupt.

But because he didn’t, he couldn’t stop his brother from becoming a scammer.

‘But it’s not like that now.’

Haneul Industries is growing rapidly. The small factory with dozens of employees has now become a large company with over 3,000 employees.

It’s not yet comparable to a large corporation, but the growth rate is crazy.

“By the way, *Oppa*, are you really not going to Haneul Industries anymore?”

“Huh? Why all of a sudden?”

“No, you can call yourself Chairman Do-shik now, right?”

“Chairman all of a sudden?”

“That’s right. There are 3,000 employees, and if you complete the factory you’re building this time, there will be 5,000 employees.”

“What kind of chairman are you with only 5,000 employees?”

“These days, everyone and their dog calls themselves chairman. But if you go up as chairman, someone has to be under you, right?”

“That’s true. Don’t tell me you want me to go?”

“You have no thoughts of doing it?”

“I’m not going.”

Park Do-joon burrowed further into the blanket.

“I’m not good with numbers.”

“Not everyone is good at company work from the start?”

“Still, that’s not my path.”

To know and judge the other person, you must know yourself well. Otherwise, there is a high possibility of making prejudices or distorted interpretations.

“To be clear, my aptitude is as a profiler, not an accountant looking at numbers. Numbers have no emotions or actions. The reason I seem competent is because I’m good at dealing with people. But suddenly a president? There’s no reason to do that.”

Abandoning what he’s good at and going there to achieve something?

“Some people say to leave when people are applauding or that new pioneering is good, but that’s bullshit.”

My vocation is a profiler.