My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 259

“Still, some people managed to have fun, didn’t they?”

“Exactly. That’s the key. Those who can, do. But what does it mean to be unable to have fun?”

“No money or ‘connections’?”

“Correct.”

It means they don’t even have enough money to bribe someone and manipulate documents to receive government subsidies, even in notoriously corrupt Saudi Arabia.

“Some rape cases stem from feelings of inferiority.”

Not all rapes have the same cause. While the punishment falls under the single charge of rape, rapists are driven by different motives: some by uncontrollable lust, others by a desire for dominance, and some by a need to mask their inferiority.

“For instance, wealthy individuals who can afford to frequent establishments where women provide services often commit rape out of a desire for dominance.”

They believe their wealth entitles them to do anything. If they encounter someone they can’t control, they become enraged, wanting to dominate and suppress that person.

“But this case is likely rooted in inferiority.”

Looking around, there are countless lavish and affluent homes. True to its reputation as a country where money rots, Saudi Arabia often doesn’t even include insulation in their houses.

Insulation isn’t just for keeping the house warm; it also prevents external heat from entering.

However, the wealthy simply think they can run the air conditioning enough to compensate, so they build houses without insulation. In fact, 70% of Saudi Arabia’s electricity consumption goes to air conditioning.

“Compared to those homes, ordinary households can’t help but feel inferior.”

Inferiority, and rape stemming from it.

“And the way to deceive those guys is simple: use bait.”

“That won’t work.”

Go Gwang-soo firmly drew the line at that suggestion.

“This is Saudi Arabia. We can’t use a woman as bait.”

Certainly, if they used a woman traveling alone or with a friend as bait, the criminals would likely jump at the opportunity. But Saudi Arabia lacks the personnel for such a task.

In a country where women have only recently been allowed to drive, there’s no way to find a woman to do such dangerous work.

Mercenaries?

Most mercenaries are men, and the few women available are usually assigned to protect princesses.

There’s already a shortage of female bodyguards, so who would volunteer for such a risky job?

“You’ve misunderstood something.”

“What?”

“I said to use bait, not to use a woman as bait.”

“What? Then who are you going to use?”

“Inferiority always has a fundamental cause.”

Park Do-joon pulled something out of his pocket and waved it. It was the currency he had exchanged upon arrival.

“They don’t have money, and that’s what causes their inferiority. But what if they could make a lot of money? It’s funny, but what they want is to change their lives with one big score.”

Not driven by lust, but by the need to resolve inferiority and relieve stress. If they had the chance to satisfy those needs, could they really refuse it?

“A false image can sometimes be a powerful bait.”

And Park Do-joon knew better than anyone how to create that false image.

# The Essence of Desire

Zaid Otaibi wasn’t in a good mood. He hadn’t made much money this month either.

“Damn bastards. Why aren’t they coming?”

He had ambitiously started an adventure travel agency. In reality, there was nothing dangerous about it. He knew the desert better than anyone.

He had impressive gear and equipment, but the only dangerous things in the desert were scorpions and snakes; there were no large animals at all.

So he thought he could make easy money. He could charge a hefty risk premium just for pretending to stand guard.

But what he didn’t consider was that Saudi Arabia wasn’t a very popular tourist destination. Moreover, almost every tourist itinerary in Saudi Arabia includes a desert experience.

The only difference was that his agency allowed people to spend the night and enjoy the desert nights, but realistically, not many people were willing to pay several times more than other travel agencies for that.

As a result, he was working but not making satisfactory money.

“Damn it.”

He couldn’t just sit around either. The new crown prince seemed determined to completely change the atmosphere of Saudi Arabia, which had previously relied on subsidies. Naturally, Zaid, who was healthy but didn’t work and idled around, wouldn’t receive any subsidies.

“Hey, Zaid.”

At that moment, men of his age entered through the door. They were similar to Zaid: unwilling to work, dissatisfied with society because they weren’t receiving subsidies.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

“Just wondering if you have any other ‘clients’?”

Zaid frowned at that. Since they weren’t working together, the word ‘clients’ obviously didn’t refer to tourists. He knew what they were implying.

“Do you think that happens often?”

“But you can cover it up properly, right?”

“Are you crazy? Is that easy? These days, everyone pays with cards.”

To carry out a plan, you have to prevent tracking. The top priority is to block anything that could lead to being traced. One way is to offer a discount for cash payments. But most people still choose to pay with cards.

“And honestly, only crazy guys like you like older women.”

“Hey, who says I like older women?”

“That’s Abdul’s taste, obviously.”

“No, to be precise, he likes any woman.”

The group chuckled. Watching them, Zaid inwardly swallowed a groan.

‘There needs to be a suitable woman around.’

It didn’t matter if it was a man and a woman. They had guns. They could just kill the man. But he wanted to avoid being tracked.

At that moment, people entered through the door.

“Welcome.”

Zaid forced a smile as he looked at the man and two women entering, and the others quietly kept silent.

‘Black hair? The same hair color as the woman I enjoyed last time? Chinese?’

While he was thinking, the woman in a suit spoke first.

“Is this the adventure travel agency that does desert tours?”

“Yes, it is.”

“We’d like to take a 3-night, 4-day desert tour. Is that possible?”

“3 nights, 4 days?”

That was longer than he expected.

Going for that long?

“Yes. The boss here, his girlfriend, and me, along with two bodyguards, will be going together.”

One man and two women. The eyes of the men, which had been filled with dark intentions, began to cool. Bodyguards, of all people. That meant they would be armed, which made it a very dangerous game.

They just wanted to have a good time for one night, not risk their lives. But the next moment, the story began to take a strange turn.

“Is it possible to do it secretly with cash?”

“What? Secretly with cash?”

“He wants to enjoy it quietly. You can’t mention that you saw us here to anyone.”

Sometimes there were customers like this. Dangerous relationships like affairs, or people in dangerous professions, wanted to avoid leaving traces. So this question wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, and Zaid nodded.

“It’s possible. If you pay in cash, we can give you a discount.”

At that, the secretary exchanged a few words with the man and shook her head.

“That’s not necessary. However, on the first night, you must set up a large tent in a secluded place. It must have champagne and a bathtub.”

“What?”

So, they wanted to create a bathtub in the desert and watch the desert moon while bathing in it. There were inflatable bathtubs, so he could just buy one, but getting water there was another story.

“That’s a bit…”

“We will pay enough.”

“It will be expensive.”

“We’ll pay 30% as a down payment and the remaining 70% after we return. However, for safety, we’ll decide on the campsite in advance, and our bodyguards will accompany you to scout the location. And the location must be on top of a dune where the moon is clearly visible.”

“Even so, to do that, you’d need at least $20,000 as a deposit…”

It seemed expensive, but there was no other way. The biggest problem was the water. There were no water trucks that could deliver water, and even if there were, they wouldn’t be able to enter the desert. A regular vehicle couldn’t even enter the middle of the desert, and there were no roads for the heavy water truck to drive on.

Of course, the wheels would get stuck in the sand. In that case, the only solution was to use multiple vehicles to transport the water.

“Is $20,000 enough?”

“Yes? Ah, yes, we need that much to get the vehicles and equipment.”

Of course, even if Saudi prices were high, it wouldn’t cost that much. But seeing that the other party seemed to have a lot of money, Zaid decided to ask for a high price first. He was planning to persuade them by offering a discount later. But the man didn’t seem to have any intention of negotiating.

After a brief conversation, the man had someone bring a large suitcase, opened it, and began taking out dollars. The eyes of the people gathered widened when they saw it.

It was full of $100 bills. A stack of 100 bills meant $10,000 per stack. The secretary received the two stacks the man handed over and placed them on Zaid’s desk.

“That’s $20,000. The young master said he’s willing to pay more if he likes the night.”

“More…?”

“Yes.”

“We will do our best to prepare.”

“Then contact us here when you’re ready.”

The people wrote a phone number on a piece of paper, handed it over, and disappeared. The people left behind remained silent.

“Will they be fooled?”

“They will be.”

Outside, the secretary carefully asked Park Do-joon a question. She was almost the only woman within the private military company that had contracted Park Do-joon.

She was from the Black Widow unit, a female special forces unit, and had been hired to provide close protection for female VIPs.

Fortunately, she wasn’t busy right now, so she had approached the suspect pretending to be a secretary.

“Their inferiority complex is based on economic power. It’s not just a matter of lust. If it were lust, they wouldn’t have taken this bait.”

“There are two women and three men on our side. Moreover, two of them are bodyguards, meaning they have weapons. They wouldn’t risk their lives in that situation.”