Yan Jeongin

Life as a robber and member of Korea's most notorious gang is undoubtedly difficult. Lee Minho was its leader, strict and fair to his members, merciless to those who got in their way.

Lee spent half his life on the run. There were some hiccups early in his "career," but afterward, he became elusive. Just like the rest of his gang. I earned my skill the long and brutal way, but it was essential in their world.

Evening. Another meeting to discuss the next robbery. This time, the chosen "meeting room" was an unfinished hotel on the outskirts of a less-than-favorable neighborhood. The gang often met there, as the place was literally crammed with all sorts of secret passages and hiding spots.

An hour passed, then two. His head was starting to melt from the sheer volume of thoughts. Then Minho decided to go into the next room for a smoke. Lee went inside, lit a cigarette, and leaned his hands against the window frame. Or rather, what was left of it after several years of inactive existence. Suddenly, lights began to flash outside. Police cars began to accumulate one after another on the road outside the hotel. Minho stubbed out his cigarette and returned to the guys. The room was empty. It dawned on Minho—they'd ratted him out, the bastards. He quickly began packing his things into a duffel bag: money, plans, weapons—everything lying on the table ended up in the bag. But it was too late. A voice came from behind him.

— Stop. Put your bag on the floor, raise your hands, and slowly turn around.

The policeman was Yang Jeongin, a 24-year-old man. His childhood dream of working in the police had come true, and Jeongin was doing an excellent job.

Minho froze and dropped his bag. An escape plan began to form in his head, but the pistol tucked into his bosom, always at the ready, came to mind. Minho jerked sharply and ducked, drew his pistol, and turned to face the policeman. Several shots rang out immediately. All missed. The noise died down. They were both holding each other, their fingers on the trigger. Jongin spoke again.

• Put down the weapon, and I will do the same.