Chapter 95
Captain Rang Jin-ho’s missing leg itched as the Americans unscrewed the coffin lid on his ship’s main deck. It didn’t take an i***t to recognize a biohazard symbol even if he couldn’t read the sign. The spiky symbol looked scary all on its own.
Park was practically bubbling with anticipation.
Jin-ho also didn’t like Park’s American thugs with their odd names: Franco, Manuel, Jason. They were so tall and big-framed that it was hard to take them seriously. In hard times, it was the soldier who could slip by unseen and could thrive on a handful of rice who won. But the Americans hadn’t learned that lesson in Korea or Vietnam or in Afghanistan. Even now they didn’t understand.
The “slick” one was the clear leader. The “muscle” looked like a brother of the Cuban w***e he had enjo
