Minho had finally managed to arrive in Gimpo.

The factory's grounds looked quite abandoned and run-down and he wondered if Jimin had sent him to the right place at all.

With the weapon in his hand, he tried to gain access to the building, but surprisingly the doors were equipped with new locks and all locked.

Minho cursedly circumnavigated the building, but he could not find a single open door.

Finally, he chose a door where he had at least some cover and set out to open the lock with his lock pick.

Carefully he opened the door and peered in. Fortunately, the hallway was empty and only went in one direction. With luck, no one would show up behind him.

The ceiling lamps provided little light, which was very convenient for him.

He crept further carefully, always trying to stay in cover or in the shade.

Before he could peek around the next corner, he heard steps coming closer and pressed himself against the wall so as not to be seen immediately.

Since he didn't want to draw anyone's attention to himself by shooting, he put away his weapon and waited for his opponent to bend around the corner.

By a targeted blow with the edge of his hand at the larynx of his opponent, he put him out of action, without the guy had even seen him.

He quickly dragged him back and tied him up with quick shackles that he had fortunately plugged in.

One less.

Minho continued to run vigilantly and managed to eliminate two more armed security guards without having to fire a single shot.

He was pretty sure that some pretty dark deals were going on here. A simple kidnapping did not justify so many armed guards.

Without attracting much attention, he had finally made it to something like a security center. After he had eliminated the two guards and both were gagged and tied up, he took a closer look at the events on the monitors.

And all of a sudden he felt like shooting every single one of the guys he had incapacitated without killing them.

A look at the monitors was enough to understand what was going on here.

It was a human trafficking ring.

And Jisung was the "object" just offered for sale.

Stunned, he stared at his fiancé, who stood under a spotlight in the middle of a room and struggled to keep himself upright.

The clothes he was wearing could hardly be described as such. Especially the top resembled more a fishing net than an actual top.

His eyes teary and his glances scurried back and forth in panic.

Minho heart almost stopped beating. His stomach turned around and he struggled to keep the contents with him.

He would have liked to have shot down everything.

But there were other hostages he had to protect.

And besides, these criminals all deserved to rot in prison for the rest of their lives.

He took a deep breath and tried to assess the situation.

Ten buyers sat around the auction room in circularly arranged, separate rooms.

What would make it easy for Minho to turn off one by one.

Further back in the waiting area, it would be more difficult. The salesmen sat there with their prisoners. It would be more difficult to be able to act inconspicuously.

But before he continued to act in any direction, he informed Jimin about everything he had found here.

Jimin immediately promised to set off with their team.

It would take a moment for them to arrive here, but knowing the reinforcements in his back made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Next, he had to eliminate the buyers.

They were just very busy outbidting each other, so they didn't see Minho coming at all.

After he had eliminated all buyers one by one, he ran to the door behind which he suspected Jisung.

He tore it open and ran into the room.

Jisung stared at him and tried to understand what that meant.

Was his mind playing tricks on him and just pretending that Minho was here?

Slowly, with shaky steps and outstretched arms, he approached Minho and expected to be yelled at again every second from the speaker on the wall.

Then the fantasy Minho slowly reached out for him and also stretched out his hands after him.

"Hi baby," Minho whispered with tears in his eyes.

"M- Minho...?"

He stretched out his hand anxiously towards Minho as if he could disappear again if he touched him.

Minho grabbed his hand and tangled their fingers together.

After Jisung himself understood in his foggy state that Minho was really with him, there was nothing that could stop him.

Tears ran over his cheeks and he pressed himself against Minho.

Minho was about to lose control of himself.

"Baby, I'd rather do nothing more than hold you in my arms and never let go again, but further back there are guys I have to take care of."

With big eyes and a panicked look, Jisung looked at him.

"The creep is still there?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Minho frowned.

"The creep? I don't know. But if he's still there, I'll take care of him!"

With practiced handles, he took off his bulletproof vest and helped Jisung put it on.

"And you?" Jisung asked anxiously. His thoughts slowly became a little clearer again.

"I have more practice avoiding bullets than you. And I will do everything I can to get you out of here! Stay behind me and try to behave as calmly as possible!"

Minho managed to eliminate two of the sellers inconspicuously, but from then on everything went down the drain.

One of the sellers had noticed him and managed to fire shots at him before Minho finally managed to overpower him.

After that, panic screams, shots and popping doors could be heard.

Minho cursingly tried to get an overview of the situation as carefully as possible.

He wondered if it would be wiser to leave Jisung here and take care of the guys by himself, but he just couldn't. He wouldn't lose sight of Jisung for a single second.

"Baby, as soon as I'm sure the way is clear, we'll go out of here. Stay behind me and keep your head down!"

He carefully opened the door and peered into the hallway. Empty, except for a hostage that had been drugged so much that she could no longer walk. The guys had just left her.

"Wait a minute"

He walked crouched into the hallway, lifted up the young woman, rather a girl, and carried her to the room where Jisung was waiting.

"We have to leave her here. But my team will come and take care of her. Come on, the hallway is empty."

Together they walked out into the hallway.

Minho searched the adjoining rooms, but all sellers had fled. Partly even without their hostages.

They lay completely pumped with drugs in the rooms and didn't even move.

Finally, they came to an exit. The door was just leaning against and Minho opened it carefully.

Blinded by sunlight, they both stood there for a moment with their eyes pinched and tried to get used to the brightness.

Just when Minho had taken the first steps outside, the first shots were fired at him.

"NIS! Drop the weapons and surrender!"

But the guys didn't even think about it.

Four of them tried to escape with the Van of Jisung's kidnappers. The creep was also there, as was his accomplice.

"This is the creep," Jisung whispered behind him.

"Stay behind baby, they won't escape me!"

With two targeted shots, he shot the tires and ruined the guy's escape plan.

Together they left the car and while one surrendered, the other three ran away in different directions.

Cursingly, he tied up the guy as fast as possible and then ran after the creep.

Unfortunately, he noticed the persecution by Minho quite quickly. There was little cover in the large parking lot of the old factory and so Minho had no choice but to just run after him.

What the creep took advantage of immediately, of course, stopped and shot at Minho.

He was definitely not such a good shooter as Minho, because the first shots missed him in length.

Then several things happened at the same time.

The creep shot, Minho heard steps coming closer behind him and from the corner of his eye he saw a car approach him quickly.

What exactly distracted him so much from this that he could no longer dodge the bullet, he no longer knew afterwards.

Just as he wanted to focus his attention on the shooter again, the bullet hit him on the left shoulder.

The impact pulled his legs away and he fell on to his knees. His shoulder burned like crazy and his breath stalled.

The next bullet hit him on the thigh.

Then he heard the engine of the car howling and seconds later everything was quiet.

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