The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Bullshit.

“Battle rigging?”

I read the affidavit as if it was interesting. A cup of coffee next to him.

We were resting and working before the storm hit.

“Yes. I didn't care about you, so I forgot to listen. We've agreed to take the details back. ”

It was done briefly by the hospital, but there was no detail.

A guy with a broken nose bone. After a brief treatment, the lunch rush was to be summoned to the police station.

According to the clock, he's probably in jail by now.

The team leader handed me the documents and said,

“Mongdu, do you have the CCTV footage from the bank? Pick it up and attach it as evidence, get the staff and citizen's testimony organized. The youngest should go and get his affidavit. I'm talking all kinds of nonsense. Just ignore it and work. ”

“Bullshit?”

“Consistent with the attendants. Whoo.”

Blackjack frowns and spits out cursing.

“That's some bullshit logic. ”

“I don't know. He's a perpetrator, so we just have to write the paperwork and hand it over. Blackie, if you get a headache, just go home. ”

“That's enough. That's enough. ”

Blacks scratch their foreheads. When I went to the hospital, the doctor looked at his head and was amazed.

I heard you've never seen a head this hard in your life. Two or three times more powerful than the average man, and he didn't spare a compliment.

We were instructed by our team leader and went back to our work.

I took my laptop and papers and headed to the research room.

“Welcome.”

Two cops guarding the investigation room.

You said you were violent and full of crap. You look tired.

I greeted them both and entered the examination room.

“Hmm. That looks good. It's secure."

He seals his arms with handcuffs.

From the start, my body was tied to a chair in order to prevent any danger.

“It's all over anyway. Let's go quickly and easily. ”

The one looking up at me with the cloudy eyes. There was still poison on the weary face. I sat in a chair and turned on my laptop.

“His name is Seok-yeon Choi. 35. Arrested about three years ago for espionage and then sentenced to death. It's only been a month since he got out. Is that correct?"

A routine background check. Choi Seok-yeon nodded her head.

“Let's start with the pawn shop. I think that's where the case started. Why did you kill the boss there? ”

Choi Seok-yeon was one of the customers who used pawn shops.

But the reason we missed the investigation is because the transaction was completed before he went to prison, and it was hard to find any past guests three years ago.

The shotgun he used in the bank robbery confirmed it was the victim's shotgun.

“· · · I needed money. I remember doing a deal, so I went to drop off my stuff, and the boss was coming out. ”

“So?”

“I saw the cabinet inside the door. And two shotguns there. ”

You just committed murder to get a shotgun. I swallowed a sigh and continued my investigation. A smooth statement. I was about to finish up.

“So the pawn shop murder was a setup for a bank robbery? ”

“That's right.”

“Then when did you and your accomplice have a falling out? ”

An accomplice to a gun I shot in the chest at the bank.

They moved him to the hospital, but he ended up dead.

He was released from prison about a year ago by Seok-yeon Choi.

Choi Seok-yeon suddenly smiled.

“· · · It's been a while. I've been talking about this since I was in prison. ”

Laugh that doesn't fit the situation. I realized the meaning and stopped.

He's ‘reminiscing’ now. Dead accomplice.

And the prison life that planned this terrible incident. Creepy behind my back.

“At first, I tried to rob a jewelry store that was less secure, but two men couldn't even see the jewelry. So I turned the target to the bank. ”

“There must have been something valuable in the pawn shop. ”

“It bothers me to dig again. Whatever it is, cash is simple and good. ”

“· · · Living habits, is that correct too? ”

I turned to the question, in order to quickly complete the order. Choi Seok-yeon lowers her head slightly.

He's losing his mind like he's thinking of something. I knocked on my desk, and I opened my mouth.

“Me. Poor bastard. ”

What are you talking about? My hands, which I was busy typing, stopped.

He sighs and vomits his wrath.

“Did I do this from the start? It's because it's hard to eat. The world wouldn't leave me alone. In fact, I was an athlete until I went to prison. Combat fighter.”

I folded my arms in a way that told me to keep talking.

Choi Seok-yeon grumbled.

“It wasn't Major, but it was an organization called MG.ONE. ”

“I'm not interested in you. ”

“In Korea, it was still a top-notch organization, but one day I received an offer. ”

This must be the battle manipulation team leader was talking about.

But his words went a little differently than I expected.

“It was hosted by MG.ONE, which I was supposed to win. ”

“· · · You didn't decide to lose? ”

If you express your resentment while playing the battle, you are usually the player in the losing position. Choi Seok-yeon began to wonder if the past injustice had been rising.

“I was sure of that, but the opponent's son of a bitch ignored it and played the game. I was careless. I pushed it from the very beginning, how could I afford it? ”

That's the kind of crap your boss was talking about. I lifted my hand back on the keyboard, roughly with one ear.

“At the end of the game, the son of a bitch fireworks, and I'm buried. The line snapped. I was so hungry that I robbed some convenience stores. And then I knocked him out with it, and it kept him alive for three years. ”

Ta-da.

I continued to write orders, ignoring his words.

“It was so unfair when I got out, I went to see him. ”

“To whom? To whom? ”

“The one who was the competition opponent. Cha Hyo-Jae.”

You tried to kill him? This was new information.

Sounds good to me. He never confessed to attempted murder.

“But he's been having a hard time, too. So I just didn't. The world was so harsh. I learned how to fight, but I can't even get a job with a red wire. How can a man like me live? ”

I stared at him as I endured the blasphemy coming up.

Whether he couldn't read the atmosphere, he told me my story.

“I don't have anything to say about pawnshops, but I have to be honest with you, I'm a bit of a security guard. I wouldn't have fired if I had stayed still, would I? ”

“Hey."

When I got there, I couldn't take it any more. A petitioner with an authentic shotgun.

A miraculously hidden situation, but not sure when it will happen.

Even if I survived, I was rich in the possibility of living with disabilities my whole life.

“If anyone sees me, I think I'm guilty. Three years ago, it said you swung a knife and injured a convenience store clerk. No, if you're hungry, you have to steal the bread for 890,000 won. And healthy cubs don't think about making money moving around. ”

Seok-yeon Choi stared at me in my pine glass. The look of not understanding yourself.

I frowned and shot him.

“And you think you're the only one in the world who's in trouble? They're all fucked up and they're struggling to keep up with the human good. The world is sitting there blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And aren't battle operations supposed to be a sportsman? Where do you get angry after selling your faith? ”

“What the hell do you think you know? ”

“I don't know. You've told me everything. ”

I kept saying as if I was annoyed. I'm starting to get angry.

He did things he couldn't do as a man and brazenly insisted that he was innocent.

I pressed the button, turned off the camera and the microphone.

“You're just a born, selfish scum. People get hurt and die, and all you're saying is, what? Am I pathetic? Victims are bastards. What are they to you for? ”

Percussion!

I hit him on the head with a document. Choi Seok-yeon is beaten with her hands tied. Soon, I stood up with my teeth sharpened.

“Son of a bitch!”

“What the fuck! ”

Coudantan

The one who comes at me. I shoved his chest with my foot. Choi Seok-yeon fell into a chair without the center.

Knock, knock.

“Detective Go. Are you okay?”

Then, the police came knocking out of the waiting room, watching Seok-yeon Choi. He was worried because the screen turned off in an unusual atmosphere. I shake my hand roughly and send him back.

“It's okay. It's no big deal. ”

The police stick their faces out through the door and watch the situation. And sigh.

“Be gentle. Just be careful with his nose bones. ”

From the hospital to the jail, the police who kept listening to Seok-yeon's nonsense turned their heads as if they were sick of it. Seok-yeon Choi whispered evil.

“What are you, talking to me like that? You want to die?"

“Why? They call you scum scum. Are you boned? ”

“Stop it!"

“Stupid bastard. Incorrigible and irredeemable. ”

Baaak!

“He doesn't even know it's his ability. He blames others. Live like that for the rest of your life. Stupid, bad guy. ”

Baaak!

I hit him in the head with a piece of paperwork while insulting him. His brown hair became tousled, and his face turned red with anger.

“Cops come out this way? I'm going to stab everyone in the national newspaper! ”

“Yes. Stab him or howie him. ”

Ta-da!

I punched him in the cheek and said,

Whenever I hit her, Seok-yeon flinches and looks at it. I've seen these guys in prison a few times. No matter what you do, you're the victims.

Nothing works on this guy. He's being unfair.

So if there's something unfair going on, I repeat the same thing.

“Be sure to do it. You go to prison, and you're left with an inferiority problem until you're searched. You didn't have a life. ”

Ta-da!

And finally, I hit him again, and then I left with my laptop. When I tried to close the investigation room, Choi Seok-yeon's profanity rang out.

Crying that he is unfair to the end. I said hello to the police.

“I hope you're having a hard time. ”

“Phew. No. I'm just a little tired. ”

I tapped his shoulder and came down to the Special Forces office.

The team turned their heads and greeted me.

“Hello?”

“Yes, I'll get it sorted out and send it to you. ”

“What's wrong with your face? ”

“It's just, I heard some nonsense and my ears rotted. ”

I sat down and regained my ears. The flask comes to my side, and I look at my laptop screen.

“How's it going? ”

“There was a big difference. I think he tried to kill someone with a grudge right after he got out. ”

“Vengeful? Who? ”

“A player who fought in a battle manipulation match. Apparently, the fighter refused to fight, blew it all away, and it was devastated. He ran around saying he lost his feed. ”

“What an idiot.”

You shake your head with a silly smile. Mongdu, who was listening next to me, asked me.

“If it's a battle trick, I don't think it'll take much. Shouldn't that involve attempted murder? ”

“I think we should. He said he was Cha Hyo-Jae.”

“Cha Hyo-Jae?”

Mongdu searched the internet and shouted.

“Ah, there he is. I heard you turned down all the battle controls and went from a whistleblower to a full-store level in the industry. You're still exercising? ”

“Is that so?"

“Not long ago, he joined an organization called KILL.P. I've never heard of it before · · · Should I try to contact it? ”

End of bullshit.

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