Trigger warning ⚠️ : mentions of r*pe

Alexa play Domino by Stray kids

Jeongin paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his frustration palpable. "You’re useless, Han! How can you not find any information on LK? We’ve been telling you how important this is for us!"

Jisung, known as Han to his colleagues, glared back at Jeongin. "It’s not as simple as you think, Jeongin. LK is a ghost. There are no leads, no traces. I’m doing everything I can!"

"Everything you can?!" Jeongin spat, his voice rising. "You’re wasting our time. We need results, not excuses!"

Jisung clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure. "You think I don’t know that? I’m risking my life out there, chasing shadows. But this isn’t something that can be rushed!"

Jeongin’s eyes flashed with anger. "You’re risking your life? Don’t make me laugh. You’re barely doing your job. If you can’t handle it, maybe you should step aside and let someone more capable take over."

"Step aside?" Jisung snapped. "I’m the best chance you’ve got at finding LK. You think you can do better? Go ahead. But until then, get off my back and let me do my job."

Jeongin’s face contorted with rage, but before he could retort, Felix stepped in. "Enough, both of you! This infighting isn’t helping anyone. Jisung, focus on the mission. Jeongin, back off and give him space."

Jisung shot Jeongin a final glare before storming out of the room, the tension still thick in the air.

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Meanwhile, across the other side of twon, Minho was in the midst of a car chase even though he should be somewhere else. he pursued his target that happened to be a minister: Mr JJY who had been embezzling money and exploiting his power but Minho wanted him because of something much worse...

Minho’s car swerved through the narrow streets, weaving in and out of traffic but inevitably bashing a few cars on the way.  The minister’s black SUV sped ahead, but Minho was relentless. He had waited too long for this moment to let his prey escape. Son of a bitch

As they approached a deserted industrial area, Minho saw his chance. He floored the accelerator, ramming into the back of the minister’s SUV. The vehicle skidded, tires screeching and crashed into a pile of huge containers.

Minho wasted no time. He leapt out of his car, drawing his gun as he approached the wrecked SUV.

The minister, bloodied and disoriented, struggled to open the door. Minho yanked it open and dragged him out, throwing him to the ground.

"You think you can keep running, Yung?" Minho sneered, his voice cold. "You think you can steal and kill without consequences?"

The minister coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "Please... I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just let me go."

Minho laughed, a chilling sound in the empty night. "Money? You think this is about money? You’re going to pay, alright. But not in the way you think."

Without warning, Minho plunged a knife into the minister’s side, twisting it cruelly. The minister screamed in agony, his blood pooling on the ground.

"This is for all the lives you’ve ruined," Minho hissed, pulling the knife out and stabbing him again, "And this is for r*ping my sister you pathetic son of a bitch," this time in the chest.

The minister gasped, his eyes wide with terror and pain. Twisting and turning the knife into the minister to hear his loud screams fill the air and to finish it all off he he stabbed the ministers eyes, the knife finding it's rightful place as blood falls in place of tears. How beautiful.

Minho watched as the life drained from the minister’s eyes, his body convulsing before going limp. Even though he couldn't be satisfied knowing the man's action, he wiped the blood from his knife and stood up, looking down at the lifeless body with a sense of grim satisfaction.

He rifled through the minister’s pockets pulling out a thick wad of cash and a small black notebook.

Flipping through the pages, he saw lists of names and transactions—evidence that would further incriminate the minister and expose his network of corruption.

He took out his gold lighter and set the man on fire.

As he pocketed the notebook, Minho heard the distant wail of sirens. He knew he had to leave before the police arrived. He walked back to his car, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. The night was far from over, and Minho had more work to do.

But just as he turned the key in the ignition, the minister's bodyguard emerged from the shadows, gun drawn. Minho barely had time to react before the first shot rang out, shattering the car window. He ducked, rolling out of the car and taking cover behind a nearby crate.

"Come out, you coward!" the bodyguard shouted, advancing with his weapon raised.

Minho cursed under his breath, his mind racing. He needed to take the bodyguard out quickly before more reinforcements arrived. He peered around the edge of the crate, assessing the situation.

The bodyguard was moving steadily towards him, his eyes scanning the area.

"Don't you think you're too late? He's already burning like a bitch," Minho smirked as he hid behind the crate and looked for options to escape.

Minho grabbed a metal pipe from the ground and hurled it in the opposite direction.

The clattering noise drew the bodyguard's attention, and he fired a few shots towards the sound. Seizing the opportunity, Minho sprinted towards the bodyguard, tackling him to the ground.

The gun flew from the bodyguard's hand, skidding across the concrete floor. Minho and the bodyguard grappled, their struggle brutal and desperate.

Minho landed a solid punch to the bodyguard's jaw, but the larger man retaliated with a powerful kick to Minho's ribs, sending him sprawling.

Gasping for breath, Minho quickly rolled to his feet. The bodyguard lunged at him again, but Minho sidestepped, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it behind his back. The bodyguard howled in pain as Minho dislocated his shoulder with a sickening pop.

Not giving him a chance to recover, Minho shoved the bodyguard against the crate and slammed his head into the metal edge. Blood spattered across the surface as the bodyguard crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Minho retrieved the bodyguard's gun. He had a few bullets left, enough to cover his escape. He sprinted back to his car, started the engine, and peeled out of the industrial area, his heart pounding.

Minho’s car sped through the night, the city lights blurring as he raced towards his next destination.

His mind was already calculating his next move. The notebook he had taken from the minister contained valuable information, but he knew it was only a piece of the puzzle. The rats were far more dangerous than a couple lousy ministers.

As he drove, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from an unknown number. It read: "Meet me at the usual place. Midnight."

Minho smirked. He knew exactly who it was. He changed course, heading towards a secluded location on the outskirts of the city.

He arrived at an abandoned warehouse, its windows boarded up and its walls covered in graffiti. He parked his car and stepped out, his senses on high alert. He walked inside, his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

In the center of the warehouse stood a figure, shrouded in darkness. Minho approached cautiously, his hand resting on the gun tucked into his waistband.

"You’re late," the figure said, stepping into the light. It was an informant Minho had used in the past, a shady character with a penchant for secrecy.

"Traffic," Minho replied dryly. "What do you have for me?"

The informant handed him a folder. "Everything you need to know about him. But be careful. This one’s dangerous."

Minho took the folder and flipped through it, his eyes scanning the documents. He saw names, addresses, and photographs. This was the break he had been looking for.

"Thanks," Minho said, tucking the folder under his arm. "I owe you one."

"Just watch your back," the informant warned. "He isn’t just someone you can mess with and you know that."

Minho nodded and walked back to his car, the weight of the new information pressing on his mind. He had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.

Well he is my brother after all.

A/N : Hope you like it <3
I love writing fight scenes.

Oh and why Minho is fighting random ministers will all be explained.