Let's see...

"What do you plan to do with us?" Min-Hwan spat, his voice firm and defiant.

Seung-Ha chuckled, his breath whispering against Min-Hwan's ear. "Oh, Jagiya. You'll find out soon enough."

Seung-Ha signaled to his member, and the person nodded, ordering the others to check the officers for any tracking devices. The smugglers began to pat down the officers, and Min-Hwan watched with a mix of anxiety and relief as his fellow officers were searched.

However, one officer suddenly raised his voice, refusing to be checked. Seung-Ha's smirk grew wider as he walked towards the officer, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Why are you refusing a checkup?" Seung-Ha asked, his face inches from the officer's. "Do you have a tracker on you? If so, where is it? Did you insert it somewhere... intimate?" Seung-Ha's gaze roamed the officer's body, his eyes lingering on every curve.

The officer's face twisted in disgust. "Don't even think that way, and I'm a dignified officer. I'm Officer Bae's son, so show some respect and let us go. If not, the consequences will be severe."

Seung-Ha's response was a loud, mocking laugh. With a sudden burst of violence, he punched the officer in the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. The officer's lip split, and blood trickled down his chin as he struggled to sit up.

Seung-Ha's laughter echoed through the ship, sending chills down Min-Hwan's spine. The officer, still reeling from the punch, unable to stand, clutching his jaw.

"You're Officer Bae's son?" Seung-Ha repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "That's rich. I didn't know the great Officer Bae's son was so... fragile." Seung-Ha again roamed the officer's body.

The officer's eyes blazed with anger, but Seung-Ha just chuckled, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. Seung-Ha bent down to Haneul's level, yanking his head back by clutching his hair. "What's your name?" he demanded.

Haneul's eyes blazed with anger, but he refused to respond. Seung-Ha's grip tightened, and Haneul winced in pain.

"I'm... Haneul. Bae Haneul." he finally stammered, his voice shaking.

Haneul was on the verge of tears, overcome with pain and frustration. Seung-Ha stood up, releasing his grip on Haneul's hair, and towered over him with a triumphant smirk.

"Search him," Seung-Ha ordered, his voice dripping with malice. "I want to know what makes him think he's above our little 'checkup'."

The smugglers closed in on the officer, their hands rough as they patted him down. Min-Hwan watched, his gut twisting with anxiety, as the officer's face turned red with rage and humiliation. Suddenly, one of the smugglers let out a triumphant cry. "I found nothing sir!" he said.

Seung-Ha's expression turned skeptical, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing?" he repeated, his voice laced with doubt. "Check him again," he ordered, his gaze never leaving the officer's face.

The smugglers hesitated for a moment before complying, their hands even rougher as they searched the officer's clothing and person once more. Min-Hwan's anxiety spiked as he watched, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Seung-Ha walked towards Min-Hwan, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Do you have a tracker?" he asked, his voice firm but controlled."If yes, then where is it?"

Min-Hwan remained silent, his expression unyielding. He stood like a statue, his eyes fixed on Seung-Ha, but his gaze revealed nothing. Seung-Ha's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he waited for Min-Hwan's response. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the heavy breathing of the smugglers and the sounds of waves hitting the ship.

Min-Hwan's silence was deafening, his statue-like stance a clear defiance of Seung-Ha's authority. Seung-Ha's expression darkened, his jaw clenched in anger.

"I asked you a question, officer," Seung-Ha spat, his voice low and menacing. "Do you have a tracker? If so, where is it?"

Seung-Ha took a step closer to Min-Hwan, his eyes blazing with intensity. Min-Hwan's eyes locked onto Seung-Ha's, a silent challenge burning within them. The air was electric with tension, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance. Suddenly, Min-Hwan grabbed the neck of Seung-Ha. Seung-Ha caught  off guard and let Min-Hwan do anything.

Min-Hwan's voice was firm, but a hint of defiance crept into his tone. "I don't have any tracker. It's you who assumed it."

Seung-Ha's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Very well, officer," he spat, his voice dripping with malice. "For now, take them to the dark room. Let's see how long they last in the darkness."

With a curt nod, the smugglers closed in, their rough hands grasping for Min-Hwan and the other officers. Min-Hwan struggled, but he was vastly outnumbered. The smugglers dragged him away, throwing him into a damp, pitch-black room. The door slammed shut behind him, plunging him into total darkness.

In dark room~

Min-Hwan's voice echoed through the darkness, "Guys, are you all okay?"

The responses came quickly, a chorus of "Yes, sir!" that brought a wave of relief.

"Thank God," Min-Hwan whispered, his eyes straining to pierce the darkness. "You're all okay. And I hope those who escaped are too."

The silence that followed was oppressive, but then one of the officers spoke up, "Officer Park, what's our next move?"

Min-Hwan hesitated, his mind racing. They were trapped, with no light, no communication devices, and no clear escape route. But he knew he had to keep his team's spirits up.

"We wait," he said finally, his voice firm. "We wait for an opportunity to escape. We need to stay alert, stay quiet, and stay together."

The darkness seemed to swallow his words, but Min-Hwan knew his team was listening, waiting for his lead. He took a deep breath, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness, and began to feel his way around the room, searching for any clue that might lead them to freedom.

Min-Hwan's thoughts turned to Haneul, and he asked, "Haneul, are you okay?"

Haneul's response was weak but resolute, "Y-yes, sir."

Min-Hwan's expression softened, despite the darkness. "I'm sorry you have to go through all this, Haneul."

But Haneul's voice was firm, "No, it's not your fault, Officer Park. It's our duty, and we should walk on the path of justice. He'll be punished very soon. I believe in you."

Min-Hwan's heart swelled with pride and gratitude. "Thank you, Haneul."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before addressing the team. "Let's wait for their next move and not panic in front of them. You  no need to worry where the tracker is, so just stay calm and let them do what they want. Got it?"

The response was unanimous, a resounding"Yes, sir!" that echoed through the darkness, a beacon of hope and determination.

"Now, let's see what he can do?"

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