My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 441

The Karen Tribe

“Killing a hostage puts immense pressure on the other side.”

And when that rumor spreads, the families of the victims held hostage will rise up and tear the Taiwanese government apart.

“True, it was like that back then too.”

With the Well Church [likely a missionary group], the Korean government initially sent them secretly, despite internal advice against it, and faced criticism. But after two members were beheaded, public outrage exploded. People rallied and protested, demanding the state step in to rescue them.

“Moreover, this time the victims here are genuine victims.”

In the case of the Well Church, they went of their own accord despite being warned not to, but the Taiwanese victims simply went abroad for employment. If more victims emerge, the public backlash will only intensify.

“Of course. But they can’t kill them.”

“Why?”

“Because the negotiation partner is the Karen tribe.”

The Karen tribe, specifically Zawa’s gang, is negotiating with us, planning to embezzle money in the process. In that situation, each death means less money for them.

“And that issue will lead to a head-on collision between the two groups.”

The Triads [Chinese organized crime syndicates], wanting to show off their power, and Zawa’s gang, wanting to protect their source of income.

“And in that situation, the two groups will have to make a choice.”

The current situation is one where they are watching each other, keeping each other’s secrets. Park Do-joon intended to break that.

“The moment they recognize each other’s betrayal, they will start thinking about their own gains.”

And that would inevitably be advantageous to us.

“What? Negotiations broke down?”

“Yes, the Taiwanese side has firmly stated that they absolutely cannot negotiate for more than 50 million won per person.”

“These damn bastards, what?”

Juo Lin’s eyes widened at those words. Daring to declare a breakdown in negotiations to him? Moreover, it’s not like they were asking for a lot of money. Korea had agreed to pay a whopping 1 billion won to save just one person.

In that situation, they were asking for 500 million won per person. Only half the amount. They thought they deserved at least that much. But they stubbornly insisted and ultimately declared the negotiations broken.

“I’ll have to kill one of them to make them shed tears of blood.”

Juo Lin took it for granted. They had the hostages, so they were in a position of power. They could kill one or two as they pleased. That was their mindset.

“Bring a suitable one. If we kill a few of them like that, they’ll beg for their lives.”

“Should we send a beheading video like the Taliban?”

“No, that’s too weak. We need to 확실하게 [hwaksilhage – Korean for ‘make certain’ or ‘ensure’] our power. Yes, after beheading them, let’s salt the head and send it to the broadcasting station.”

In the past in China, beheading an enemy general, salting the head, and sending it was a way to have one’s achievements recognized. Juo Lin suddenly thought of that.

“Then they’ll know what’s good for them. Hehehe.”

If Wang Wu-hwan were there, he would have told him never to do such a thing. It doesn’t instill fear in the other party but rather makes them think they should use force, even if it means sacrificing themselves.

In the past, China beheaded and sent heads because there was no other way to prove achievements, and it was a method that could only be used when the other party couldn’t resist because this side had won.

It’s a method that can only be used when the other party’s resistance has been crushed, and there is no possibility of their fighting spirit rising, or when that resistance is deemed meaningless.

But if that’s not the case, it becomes a reason for them to resist to the end without surrendering.

Even on the battlefield, if rumors spread that surrendering means being tortured and killed so brutally that it’s better to be shot to death, soldiers will fight desperately.

Not knowing that, Juo Lin came up with such an absurd strategy, thinking it would shock them.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Damn Taiwanese bastards, they probably didn’t think we’d go this far.”

Mainland Chinese people have negative feelings towards the Taiwanese who fled after defeat and consider them losers. They don’t realize that it happened decades ago and has nothing to do with them.

“Hehehe!”

Juo Lin smirked, thinking of the Taiwanese negotiators who were groveling before him.

‘Those so-called profilers are nothing special.’

Juo Lin thought so easily. But his delusion ultimately couldn’t be realized. The subordinate who went to drag the merchandise for beheading rushed back urgently.

“Boss! Big trouble!”

“Big trouble? What big trouble? Are there too many to kill? Don’t worry, just drag about ten of them.”

“It’s not that, the Karen bastards are threatening us with weapons.”

“What?”

Juo Lin’s face turned pale at those words. Then he jumped up from his seat.

“Let’s go immediately!”

And when Juo Lin arrived at the scene, his subordinates were confronting the Karen rebels.

“What the hell are you doing!”

“What do you mean, what are we doing? We’re finding our own way to survive.”

“What?”

“You’re going to behead them, right?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“No, we need to know! We’re already tied to you as part of the same gang!”

If they stimulate the other party by beheading them in this situation, they will take the blame.

‘We can’t escape.’

Unlike Juo Lin’s gang, the Karen tribe, specifically Zawa’s gang, cannot escape easily. Even if they do escape, they would have to endure enormous financial losses.

Juo Lin’s gang, who were paying money to use the base, could just run away, and neither China nor Taiwan would be able to track them down anyway. But that’s not the case for them.

That’s why Aung Shwe was not willing to be dragged along like this.

“Now we’re going to negotiate.”

“What?”

“We’ll hand them over.”

Juo Lin’s face hardened at those words. Taiwan had declared a breakdown in negotiations not long ago. But suddenly, that stupid Zawa’s gang was saying they would negotiate. Could that really be a coincidence?

“You crazy bastards!”

Juo Lin took out his gun and aimed it at Aung Shwe.

“I’m the boss here! Not you!”

“Not anymore!”

Aung Shwe also drew his gun and aimed it at him.

“Pull the trigger. Can you even shoot that? No, can you even hit me from here? You pathetic bastards who have never even shot a gun.”

“……”

It wasn’t a joke; that was actually highly likely. Originally, the rebel gangs were all armed with rifles and aiming at them.

In contrast, Juo Lin’s gang was all armed with pistols, not rifles. After all, they weren’t the ones standing guard, the Karen tribe was, and pistols were enough to control the terrified merchandise.

“I know you well.”

They act like they know everything, but the only time they kill is when they’re dismantling and selling the other party [referring to organ harvesting].

Naturally, Juo Lin’s gang had never had proper shooting training.

“You have fewer numbers and only pistols. You’re going to fight us?”

Aung Shwe sneered. It was no wonder, as Juo Lin was aiming his gun at him, but the distance was at least 60 meters.

Moreover, it wasn’t even a proper grip; it was a pose he’d seen in movies. His legs were standing side by side, facing forward, holding the pistol with one hand, and even then, he was aiming at him with the gun tilted.

‘There’s no way he’ll hit me like that.’

It’s a pose that only gangsters in American movies would do, completely ineffective in real combat, but for the Triads, who haven’t received proper shooting training, that’s all they knew.

“Moreover, there are 400 of us here. You only have 80. And even then, there are only 40 of you here.”

The other half are each doing their own thing.

“Do you think you can win?”

Juo Lin swallowed hard at those words.

“Put down your weapons. I’ll spare you and send you back to China.”

Juo Lin’s eyes wavered at those words. It wasn’t just Juo Lin; the other subordinates were the same. If even one shot is fired here, they’ll all die. They can’t win in the first place.

Aung Shwe and his gang seemed to have anticipated this situation and had already taken cover, but they were just exposing their entire bodies while confronting them.

Moreover, it wasn’t just their rifles in front of them. They were being aimed at from the watchtower, and two heavy machine guns installed at the entrance were aiming at them.

“R, really going to spare us?”

“Yes, I’ll spare you and send you back to China.”

Aung Shwe said confidently.

‘I have to.’

That’s how they’ll survive. The guy from Korea said that if they said this, Juo Lin’s gang would surrender. Of course, they could kill them, but if they die, they don’t know how China will react.

‘Damn Chinese bastards.’

If they just stay still, China might attack to wipe them out. But if they kill these guys, they might attack in retaliation for killing innocent Chinese people. He was dumbfounded at the thought, but even he thought the Chinese bastards were capable of that.

“So, drop your weapons.”

They have no faith or purpose and only came here for money. Would such guys really not surrender?

“S, surrender! Surrender!”

The most recent guy was the first to drop his weapon. He hadn’t even tasted the money. He didn’t want to die after only suffering since coming here as the newbie. And that was the beginning.

“Surrender! Surrender!”

“I’ll surrender too.”

“Please save me.”

Subordinates dropping their weapons, saying they would surrender. Juo Lin gritted his teeth at the situation, but there was nothing he could do in a situation where the outcome had already been decided.

“I surrender… I’ll surrender. You’ll send me back to China as promised, right?”

“Of course. Hehehe.”

Aung Shwe smiled as if he would keep his promise.

Aung Shwe captured Juo Lin’s gang and then called the Taiwanese and Korean negotiating teams.

The amount had already been agreed upon. 40 million won per person. And in the case of capturing Juo Lin’s gang, they would get 10 million won per person. All that was left was to confirm their numbers and pay the money.

“Thank you!”

“Thank you for saving us.”

The people who had been captured grabbed the hands of the negotiating team from Taiwan, crying profusely, thanking them for saving them.

Just yesterday, they had seen people they worked with being dragged away in the morning and having their organs harvested, and they had been living in fear every day.

In that situation, being rescued by Taiwan was like a lifeline from heaven for them.

“You’ll be able to go home soon.”

“You’ve suffered a lot.”

The Taiwanese negotiating team calmed the hostages, who couldn’t hide their excitement, and proceeded with the negotiations.

Yoon Tae-min quickly finished negotiating with Aung Shwe and returned with Lee Sang-won.

“I heard you came from Korea. Thank you. I really thought I was going to die.”

Lee Sang-won couldn’t hide his tears and cried for over an hour.

My Calling Is Profiler [EN]

My Calling Is Profiler [EN]

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[English Translation] Delve into the captivating world of criminal psychology with 'My Calling Is Profiler.' He may not measure the ocean's depths, but he possesses an extraordinary gift: the ability to fathom the human heart. Witness the rise of a profiler who can dissect the minds of criminals with unnerving accuracy. But his talents extend beyond the realm of lawbreakers. Prepare to see the world through his eyes as he deciphers the hidden motives and intricate patterns that shape our reality. A thrilling journey into the depths of the human psyche awaits!

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