My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 567

He never cared if the women he played with died, and he knew he would never let her live if she were still alive. He was that callous.

The problem wasn’t the woman, but the drugs. It was about control and power.

“You son of a bitch! You’re doing this in my district?” Hong Woo-jong roared.

He was caught trying to spread drugs. That was the crux of Hong Woo-jong’s anger. His territory was being violated.

“Don’t you know what happens when you do something like this!” he continued, his face reddening.

If drugs spread in his district and he couldn’t stop it, he would likely lose his position. The police weren’t stupid, and no matter how much of a representative of the district and the son of a conglomerate he was, they wouldn’t cover for him indefinitely.

“That’s why I’m asking for your help, isn’t it?” Wang Woo-hwan said, trying to defuse the situation.

Wang Woo-hwan, whose drug business had been ruined, squinted. He was trying to salvage the situation.

“Help me? Are you serious?” Hong Woo-jong asked incredulously.

“So, are you not going to help me?” Wang Woo-hwan pressed, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Wang Woo-hwan’s face was full of ridicule. He knew he had leverage.

“If you don’t help me, your future is obvious, right?” he threatened.

“What?” Hong Woo-jong bristled.

“I’ll give you a gift.” Wang Woo-hwan smiled thinly and handed over his phone. Hong Woo-jong’s face hardened as he looked at the screen. It contained a video of him torturing and killing a woman.

‘Too bad. I was going to use it later,’ Wang Woo-hwan thought with a tinge of regret.

If he could get a solid hold on Hong Woo-jong, and then use this when he rose to a higher position, he might be able to dominate Korea. That’s what Wang Woo-hwan had envisioned.

But the situation was urgent, so he had no choice. He had to play his trump card now.

“How is it? Memories flooding back? Isn’t that right?” Wang Woo-hwan taunted.

With this, he could definitely control him. Wang Woo-hwan was certain. But he couldn’t help but doubt his ears at the next words.

“Yeah, I like it. I guess I can use it as a memory,” Hong Woo-jong said casually.

“What?” Wang Woo-hwan was taken aback.

“Are you stupid? Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Hong Woo-jong smirked as he looked at Wang Woo-hwan.

“Are you stupid? Or are you pretending to be stupid? Did you think that if you presented something like that, I would suddenly become stupid and do as you say? You Chinese are all the same. You always try to stab people in the back when you get the chance and control them by exploiting their weaknesses.”

Hong Woo-jong wasn’t a fool. He might have seemed a bit foolish lately, but inside, he was a cunning politician with the instincts of a viper.

“Unexpected. If this blows up, you won’t be able to get away with it easily, right?” Wang Woo-hwan challenged.

“Instead, your family in Heilongjiang Province won’t be able to get away with it either,” Hong Woo-jong countered, his voice laced with menace.

Wang Woo-hwan’s face hardened at those words. He knew Hong Woo-jong was serious.

Hong Woo-jong laughed gleefully as he watched him squirm.

“Hahaha! You guys who think you’re so smart are so predictable. You only think about stabbing others in the back and don’t think that others can stab you in the back.”

“You… you son of a bitch!” Wang Woo-hwan trembled with anger when his family was threatened.

“It’s so funny. When it comes to family, people can’t even remember what they were doing just a moment ago. As if it’s a big deal,” Hong Woo-jong sneered.

For Hong Woo-jong, a psychopath, family was just a burden and a wall that hindered his work. If that was the case even for his own family, how would he feel about other people’s families?

“Yeah, you can blow this up and ruin me politically. But do you think I’ll just take it? You’re the one who knows what I’ve done, right? It doesn’t make a difference whether it’s one or ten, you idiot.”

That’s right. Wang Woo-hwan knew all of Hong Woo-jong’s dirty secrets.

Wang Woo-hwan had killed a current member of the National Assembly, tried to kill his brothers and sisters, and was already a murderer who had killed dozens of people.

“There’s no death penalty in Korea,” Hong Woo-jong stated matter-of-factly.

No matter what he did, it would be life imprisonment. He had nothing to lose.

“Hahahahaha!” Hong Woo-jong laughed maniacally.

Hong Woo-jong had nothing to lose. That’s why he had been pretending to be stupid and giving Wang Woo-hwan the feeling that he was being dragged around. He had been playing him all along.

“So, it’s okay to release this?” Wang Woo-hwan asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Release it. But if you do, your family won’t be in good shape. Did you think I wouldn’t know that your organization is falling apart? Does your organization have the power to protect your family?” Hong Woo-jong countered, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Hong Woo-jong smiled.

“You can kill someone for $5,000 in China. You can do all sorts of torture for $10,000,” he said casually.

Hong Woo-jong smiled, savoring Wang Woo-hwan’s fear.

“How would you feel if you saw your daughter writhing in pain? You saw it, didn’t you? What if the woman on that cot was your daughter? The longest someone I tortured lasted was 38 hours. How long do you think your daughter could last?”

“Ugh.” Wang Woo-hwan was speechless, his face pale with terror.

“I pretended to be a bit stupid, and you thought you could control me?” Hong Woo-jong mocked.

“You… do you think you’ll be okay after this?” Wang Woo-hwan stammered.

“Of course, I’ll be fine. Very fine,” Hong Woo-jong replied confidently.

As he said that, Hong Woo-jong took something out of his pocket. Wang Woo-hwan realized that he had miscalculated. He had underestimated Hong Woo-jong’s depravity.

“All or nothing,” Hong Woo-jong declared.

When people around him analyzed Hong Woo-jong, they said that he had an extreme tendency of ‘all or nothing.’ But this ‘nothing’ wasn’t just about losing everything and going to jail. It was about embracing chaos and destruction.

“How did you get that…?” Wang Woo-hwan asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“It’s not difficult to get weapons. Russia, Ukraine, China, Iraq, etc. It’s easy to buy weapons even if you just go to Southeast Asia,” Hong Woo-jong said dismissively.

What came out of his pocket was a gun. A current member of the National Assembly was carrying a deadly weapon that the Republic of Korea was absolutely trying to prevent from being distributed.

“And weapons make money,” Hong Woo-jong added.

“Money… makes money?” Wang Woo-hwan repeated, confused.

“Do you think you can make money by selling a few Korean tanks and self-propelled guns? Weapons are consumables. No, they have to be consumables. Just like humans,” Hong Woo-jong explained, his voice chillingly calm.

The defense industry is maintained by constantly being broken, destroyed, and consumed. Why can’t the Daeguk Group, which is called the core of Korea’s defense industry, rise to the top of the conglomerates? Because it’s not consumed enough. You have to consume it to buy new things, and that’s how you make money.

“You’re just a human who’s perfect for consumption. If you fail? Just die,” Hong Woo-jong said, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Once you die, it’s over. If you put a lead bullet in your head at the last moment, there’s no pain or punishment. No one can arrest you. You can just commit suicide at the last moment.

“Everything is money,” Hong Woo-jong reiterated.

Only then did Wang Woo-hwan realize that he had made a mistake. Hong Woo-jong was crazier than he had expected. He was a true sociopath.

‘But… he’s crazy and wants something from me,’ Wang Woo-hwan reasoned.

If that wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t have kept him alive. He was a guy who played with the women who supplied him, pretending to be stupid even though he knew everything.

There was no way he would keep him alive for such a trivial reason.

“It’s a waste. I should have aged it a bit more,” Hong Woo-jong muttered.

“Age?” Wang Woo-hwan asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, the original purpose was to have you swallow up the Chinese organization,” Hong Woo-jong clarified.

“Me?” Wang Woo-hwan was surprised.

“Yeah, that way I could control you and cause conflict,” Hong Woo-jong explained.

Hong Woo-jong smacked his lips as if he was disappointed that his plan had been foiled.

“So, you were wearing a mask?” Wang Woo-hwan asked.

“Wearing a mask… that’s not wrong. Our stupid old man wanted me to go in the direction of a politician, but in the first place, a politician is just a mask. The real money is in the arms trade. However, I needed a lot of money to do big deals. It wasn’t enough to do small things,” Hong Woo-jong confessed.

The title of National Assembly member was a weapon to hide himself. It was also a tool to promote himself as an arms dealer to make a lot of money.

“A guy who isn’t afraid of death has nothing to lose,” Hong Woo-jong declared.

Wang Woo-hwan’s face became serious at those words. It was true that he had misjudged, but there was no reason for Hong Woo-jong to tell him the truth in this way.

Looking at Hong Woo-jong’s style, he would just dispose of him if he thought he didn’t need him. Of course, he was the one who supplied the women, but that wasn’t a sufficient reason to keep him alive.

“What do you want?” Wang Woo-hwan asked, cutting to the chase.

There was something he wanted, so he was using the fact that he had stabbed him in the back as an excuse to talk about something.

And Wang Woo-hwan couldn’t help but be surprised at the next words.

“Hong Chang-sik.”

“Are you talking about your father?” Wang Woo-hwan asked, incredulous.

“Yeah, there’s a big deal this time,” Hong Woo-jong confirmed.

A big deal. In other words, there was a deal that would make a lot of money.

“Originally, this wasn’t the plan,” Hong Woo-jong admitted.

He was going to kill Hong Geun-jong and Hong Min-young, operate the huge assets as the sole heir, and trade weapons secretly.

But Hong Geun-jong survived, and Hong Min-young was also accompanied by bodyguards 24 hours a day. If they were overseas, he could arm himself with armed robbers and kill them, but it wasn’t easy to do that in Korea.

“I need money to complete the deal. And I need a position too,” Hong Woo-jong stated.

The position of National Assembly member. That position was necessary to promote himself as an arms dealer. The problem was that the election was just around the corner, and Hong Geun-jong wasn’t going to help him.

Considering the huge election costs, there was a good chance that he would actually lose his seat as a National Assembly member in the worst-case scenario.

“If I don’t have money or a position, it’s better to just die,” Hong Woo-jong said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“……”

Maintaining his position as a National Assembly member was a problem, but the biggest problem was money. He wouldn’t be happy just handing over a few rifles and making petty money when there was a big deal in front of him.

“Are you saying to kill Hong Chang-sik?” Wang Woo-hwan asked, seeking clarification.

“That’s right,” Hong Woo-jong confirmed.

Then how would he get the money? It was simple. Kill Hong Chang-sik.

It was a bit different from the original plan, but in any case, Hong Chang-sik had a huge fortune, and if he inherited that fortune, he would have enough election funds and arms trade funds.

“After that, things will be easier,” Hong Woo-jong said, a predatory glint in his eyes.

If he just gave them money, it wouldn’t be impossible to hire killers from outside to kill Hong Geun-jong and Hong Min-young.

“Everything is money,” Hong Woo-jong repeated his mantra.

If you have money, you can kill anyone and cover up any incident.

“That goes for you too,” Hong Woo-jong added, looking directly at Wang Woo-hwan.

Wang Woo-hwan was speechless at Hong Woo-jong’s words. Hong Woo-jong was thinking the same thing he was.

“But there’s a problem. It’s not easy to clean up all these crimes,” Hong Woo-jong said, his brow furrowed.

“Ah, you mean the drug case?” Wang Woo-hwan asked.

“It’s not just drugs,” Hong Woo-jong replied.

There were more than one or two people who had died. He could cut off their tails, but the investigation would continue.

“Yeah, I guess so. But why am I worrying about that?” Hong Woo-jong said with a smirk.

“What?” Wang Woo-hwan was confused.

“You’re the one who has to solve it, not me,” Hong Woo-jong clarified, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

And Wang Woo-hwan frowned as he watched him. But another possibility was emerging in his mind.

‘This might be an opportunity,’ he thought.

Hong Woo-jong is a madman. And he’s smart enough to deceive himself and draw a bigger picture. He’s not a profiler like himself, but he instinctively knows how to deceive and use others.

This is an area of talent that is far superior to a profiler.

‘It’s dangerous, but…’ Wang Woo-hwan mused.

If he sticks with him, he can be very successful. More money, a higher position.

‘The organization is over anyway,’ he reasoned.

He is being heavily checked by China. The boss has gone into hiding, saying that he needs to avoid the situation in China for the time being. From Wang Woo-hwan’s point of view, who doesn’t know about the NIS [National Intelligence Service] deal, it’s absurd, but he can sense it intuitively.

His organization cannot be revived. Being out of favor with the Communist Party in China means that the end will never be good.