Chapter 34
"Tell me everything you know," I cross my arms in front of my chest demandingly.
The man in front of me peels his eyes away from the book he was reading. He looks between me and Hoseok who was nervously avoiding eye contact with his friend.
"What's the meaning of this Hoseok," mutters the chief as he slowly grabs his bookmark to mark the page he was currently at.
"Uh..well..um.."
I slam my hands down on the desk leaning forward, "I'm talking to you Mr. Jeon, not him. You've been withholding information from me and my family regarding our safety and freedom within this city. Now tell me everything you know about Seojoon and this 'secret treasure'."
He raises his eyebrows at me curiously.
"I told her what I found, Jungkook," Hoseok interjects from behind me.
Mr. Jeon nods his head, "Miss Y/n, would you believe me if I said that I kept that information confidential to prevent you and your family from taking drastic action just as you are doing right now?"
"Keeping us in the shadows will only make things harder," I challenge.
"Maybe so," Mr. Jeon gets up from his desk, "but the less people know the better of a chance we have at stopping this madness once and for all."
I nearly growl at him, "My hybrid has been missing for five fucking days now! It's been driving me insane every single day! You know he's part of his big mess and I'm tired of just waiting around hoping he's not dead!"
He scoffs at me, "You think I'm not aware of that." Letting out a sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose, he turns back to his desk looking through files and typing on the computer.
He grabs his coat that was left on the chair, "I'm sorry Miss Y/n, but I cannot risk this case being leaked when we're so close to finding the truth. I have to ask you to leave my office now. There's a meeting I have to attend to."
Mr. Jeon starts packing files into his briefcase while I protest, "But sir, please, just reconsider!"
"Again, I'm deeply sorry for your missing hybrid, but there are more pressing matters at hand. Good day, Y/n, Hoseok."
I find myself upsettingly marching outside on the sidewalk, still shocked by the fact that that chief wouldn't give us any information. I mean Jimin has been missing for five days! Ever since that day at our house. First I lost Hoseok, and now Jimin!
"Y/n!" Hoseok calls from behind, but I keep on walking, lost in my own thoughts.
My arm is pulled back to the side into the alley way. I almost trip on the concrete step between the buildings.
"What Hoseok?!" I begin but he puts his pointer finger up to his lips.
From under his shirt he pulls out a crumbled folder, excitedly wiggling his eyebrows at me. My mouth nearly drops to the floor. I lean forward, my voice barely a whisper,
"Did you-"
"Yup," He snickers to himself, "I don't actually work there, so it's not like I'll lose my job or anything."
I grab his shoulders, shaking him a bit, "No, but you might be thrown in jail for stealing!"
"Nah, Jungkook isn't that mean."
"I can't believe you," I chuckle.
He quickly leans forward whispering into my ear, "Anything for you~"
I jump up in surprise before jabbing him in the stomach with my elbow. He clutches his stomach in pain while bending over.
"Ow, why did you do that!" he winces and wears an exaggerated pained face.
"Because you keep flirting with me!" I roll my eyes from his acting, "If Jimin was here he would've skinned you alive."
He puts his hand to his cheek in an animated way and looks up as if he's actually thinking really hard, "You know that's the one thing I'm not too excited for when we have our little reunion..."
I shake my head at him with a longing smile on my lips, "Come on, let's go."
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The sweet smell of coffee fills my nostrils while I greedily take a sip of the beverage. Hoseok carefully holds the mug from my mother's hands and takes a sip.
"Thank you Mrs. Kim for the coffee," he replies before taking another sip and lightly setting it down on the table.
She smiles sweetly while patting my back as I read over the papers we stole, "Sure thing Hoseok. It's the least I could do."
Together me and Hoseok look through what we had to work with. These papers were no joke. Interviews, police reports, newspapers, financial documentation, and even forensic reports.
"Experiments?"
My attention turns to Hoseok mumbling to himself.
"What?" I grab one of the pages he's looking at, "What experiments?"
He points his finger to a passage, "38 trials done on 15 hybrids with differing gender, age, species, and other genetic predispositions. Doses were given at increased increments until effects were observed."
I looked over the rest of the document but the difficult wording and frequent use of technical terms flew right over my head.
"What happened to the hybrids?" I asked Hoseok.
He gulps hard before making eye contact with me, "They died," he moves the document to the side, "It was a failed experiment."
I wanted to ask how but I held my questions in, fearful of what the truth was.
My hands grasp the edge of another document. This one was a police report. Testimonies from ex-members of the Arsenic Snakes were frantically written onto the rough piece of paper. My eyes read back and forth, trying to search for anything relevant.
"Treasure," I stop at one of the lines near the bottom of the page. I follow back a little and fully read the sentence.
"-and that was the end of it. Just before I left, information was leaked that Kim Seojoon had around 20 billion dollars in cash hidden away somewhere. Nobody really believed it at first, but as soon as that whole fiasco with him backstabbing the Snakes happened, the members were getting more desperate to find the treasure."
"He did what?" asks Hoseok, taking the paper from me.
I blink my eyes a few times, "20 billion dollars...." the paper being pulled out of my hands while I stare at the table.
"Oh my god, no wonder everyone has gone mad here. Your brother literally stole from two of the biggest gangs in this city. There's no way they would just let him die like that."
I think back to that funeral more than a year ago.
A car crash they said. Nothing more, nothing else. It did seem a little off but I didn't care back then. There was the initial shock, but car crashes happen all the time. It was a perfectly believable reason for his sudden death.
"Are you saying that.." I furrow my eyebrows.
"I wouldn't be surprised Y/n if one of these gangs sent somebody to kill Seojoon."
I scoff at the thought. Now that makes more sense than a car crash. I feel so dumb not realizing it sooner.
The folder was becoming thinner as we took out papers. Hoseok lets out a frustrated sigh as we empty out the contents.
"That's it?" I ask, shuffling through what little information we have, "We can't do anything with this."
"There's one thing we can do."
Hoseok grabs a sheet of paper he was looking over earlier. With a bright pen he circles a name mentioned in the report.
"Who is he?" I stare at the paper, trying to recollect if I've ever heard such a name.
Hoseok raises his eyebrows, "One of the richest men in the country and the owner of an extremely popular casino that once was a coverup for illegal hybrid selling."
"If anybody knew about the crazy stuff in these files and where Jimin might be, it would be this guy."
I get up from my chair, lifting the keys out of my pocket.
"Let's find this Min Yoongi then."
Oop. Is it me or is it getting hot in here?
Also..I can't believe we are nearly at 50k my dudes. This is insaneee!
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