It was a relief that Clay didn't understand Korean, but Jack's face was completely gloomy, feeling that he had overestimated the depth of these guys.
"We're in a hurry to get to the subway station ahead, and it looks like you need a little help." Jack ignored the taunts and simply stated his purpose.
"Ah, no, no, it's just a small matter, we can handle it." The horse-faced squad leader, though a head shorter than the two men, still tried to straighten his chest and force a nonchalant expression.
Turning around, he shouted to several of his subordinates, "Where's Xidao? Have you called him?"
"I've called him over a dozen times, but he won't answer," a detective replied with a bitter face.
"Ashiba." The horse-faced squad leader, hands on his hips, turned half a circle on the spot, looking hesitantly at the psychopath still standing in front of the store, knife-wielding, then at the two foreign policemen smiling at him. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took a slightly hesitant step forward.
"Hey, Captain, be careful!"
Three loyal subordinates rushed forward to protect their boss, but the psycho, seeing so many people trying to get close, grabbed the shelf at the store entrance and threw it at them.
"Don't come over here!"
"Put down the knife, you bastard!"
Seeing the bunch of losers retreating in fear again, Clay impatiently rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but Jack grabbed him and pointed his mouth at him.
A man with a rugged build and appearance was pushing his way through the crowd of onlookers. Although he was wearing an expensive blue suit and his short hair had been barely styled, his face was covered with
flesh and his muscles were so muscular that he looked like a gang thug, a pretty good fighter at that.
"Do you know him?" Clay asked, puzzled.
"No," Jack said, suppressing a smile and shaking his head. He had never seen him in this life, but he had known him quite well in his past.
Isn't this the last man in Korea, the ancient Greek god of big pussies, Ma Dong-seok, the god of toilet war whose "basic attack has a critical hit and stun effect."
"Brother, you're here." A clever detective happened to turn around and saw the strong man and quickly bowed 90 degrees respectfully.
"What happened?" Ma Dong-seok is actually quite tall, close to 180cm, but his horizontally growing body makes him look like a large gasoline barrel.
"Ah, you're finally here. What have you been doing? Is it another weekly blind date?" The horse-faced squad leader looked relieved.
The two lumps of fat on Ma Dong-seok's slightly chubby cheeks trembled, and he scratched his head subconsciously. His originally fierce-looking fat face suddenly became more silly.
"Oh my god, a prosecutor from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked me to receive some foreign guests, so I must dress up nicely. As a result, I waited in vain at the subway station for a long time."
"Hey! Brother, you have become successful after being promoted to the Wide Area Search Team. You can even receive foreign guests."
"Brother, is it the kind with big wavy blonde hair and blue eyes?"
"Brother, please take the juniors to broaden their horizons!"
Ma Dongxi's hair, which was originally blow-dried, was completely messed up by himself. He pushed away the juniors who were surrounding him and making a lot of noise with a slightly annoyed look. He looked at the two speechless FBI agents on the side with questions and uncertainties in his eyes.
"Are you the Team Leader Ma on the phone?" Jack smiled and extended his hand, introducing himself to himself and Clay again. "Sorry, the road was blocked, so we couldn't make it in time."
"Ah, no need to be so polite. I'm Ma Xidao. I didn't expect your Korean to be so good. This isn't your problem. I'll take care of it right away."
Ma Dongxi...er, should I say Ma Xidao here? He slapped the back of the head of the closest guy in annoyance and pointed at the mentally ill patient in front of the convenience store and asked, "What's wrong with that guy?"
"He calls himself Xiaoxin from Yeongdeungpo. He's a lunatic who just escaped from a mental hospital. There are two hostages in the store: the owner's aunt and her college-aged daughter."
Seeing Ma Xidao, the younger brother suddenly felt like he had gained a backbone and acted eager to take action. "Brother, how about we all join in?"
Jack and Clay also stepped forward. "We can help."
"Hey, hey, hey, no, no, how can we let foreign guests do this? I think we should call in the SWAT team. It's too dangerous. God knows what this lunatic can do."
The horse-faced squad leader looked nervous, still mumbling to himself, but was completely ignored.
"Ah, you guys." Seeing everyone split up, he didn't get angry. He just stood there nervously and muttered, "Hey, remember to be gentle. There are onlookers around. Be careful!"
"Help my guys distract that bastard. I'm going in the back door." Ma Xidao spoke fluent English. With a few words, his seemingly bloated figure disappeared into the alley behind the convenience store with extremely nimble movements.
Jack and Clay stood out in Korean society, both in height and build. Their white shirts and black suits, combined with their European and American looks, immediately caught the attention of the knife-wielding maniac as they appeared at the convenience store entrance.
"You foreigners? Huh?" the psychotic man waved his knife to stop them from getting any closer, muttering as he retreated into the store.
"Black Super Police or what? Where are your sunglasses? I'm a gangster, I'm not afraid of you! You bastards! Do you know how hard my life is? My mom's from Suncheon, and she can't even cook!"
Ugh, what the hell? Jack's Korean was improved purely through system skills before he set off. His authentic accent seemed impressive, but language is something that requires practice, and the system couldn't help him understand folk slang.
Fortunately, this country doesn't have much of its own, so occasionally, if you hear a proverb, you can easily understand it with a little thought, like chanting into a cow's ear.
But these words were powerless against the madman's ramblings, and Clay was completely bewildered. The two men stared coldly at each other, slowly approaching, their overwhelming aura even startling the psychopath, sending him retreating in fear.
"He seems to still have some sense," Jack grumbled to Clay calmly, his gaze darting around the convenience store entrance. Sadly, there wasn't even a broom nearby.
Was he really going to stage a bare-handed takedown? He wasn't worried about getting hurt, but rather about maintaining the FBI's image. He and Clay were both well-dressed today; they only had one of these high-end suits for the night; it would be a shame if they got ripped.
The two men swaggered to the convenience store entrance, blocking the psychopath's path. The psychopath had already retreated completely inside, and a confrontation seemed imminent when a sudden crashing noise caught everyone's attention.
"Ashiba!" Ma Xidao, who had been planning to sneak in through the back door and the small storage room, froze in his tracks. His grip on the shelf gave way, and the instant noodles and snacks on it spilled onto the floor.
"Asiba, big brother, you really are..." A detective who had been cautiously rubbing against the two FBI agents, not knowing whether to protect them or to take advantage of the crowd, suddenly felt like he had found an opportunity and leaped forward, intending to pounce on the mentally ill patient who had turned his back to them.
However, just as his body was halfway through the flight, Jack grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. Almost at the same time, a flash of a knife passed by his nose.
"Stand back, stay away from me, do you all want to die? I'm going to kill you all!" The madman reacted extremely quickly, turning around and almost disfiguring the detective with the sharp knife in his hand.
"Let your big brother take care of it." Jack patted his shoulder and pushed the frightened detective behind him. On the other side, Ma Xidao, who was discovered, didn't bother to waste time and swaggered towards the madman who pointed the knife at him again.
"Hey, Xiaoxin, right? Let's chat."
"What do you want to do?" The madman raised the sharp knife in his right hand high and kept waving it at Ma Xidao, trying to prevent this sturdy guy from getting close to him.
"This is our first meeting, so let's just chat. Put the knife down. It's too dangerous to play like this. Be obedient, okay?" Ma Xidao kept walking, even faster and faster, and directly forced the madman into the corner.
"Ah!" The madman, who had nowhere to retreat, roared and rushed towards Ma Xidao with a knife.
"I told you to put the knife down." Ma Xidao muttered, and nimbly dodged the sharp knife that was stabbing at him. He grabbed the madman's wrist, twisted his waist and spun around, and smashed him onto the shelf next to him with a beautiful windmill.
(End of this chapter)