The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth
EP20. Taste of Operation
EP20. Taste of Operation
The office on the second floor.
The stage is clearly visible because the wall is made of glass.
Dancers shake more vigorously to revive the dead atmosphere.
Me and Mongdu raised our glasses naturally.
“Thank you for helping our staff earlier. ”
According to Madame Sim, I hesitated.
“No, it's just too noisy. ”
“They come here often, but they hate it because it's so real. ”
“Isn't there some kind of block around here? ”
Madame Sim shook her hand at the fruit. I don't know what's the big deal.
“There are only people who come, and that's easy. ”
Yeah. Only people who know come here.
Moreover, due to the nature of the store, the consumer is rich and young, which is also precious.
“I've never seen you before, by the way, and I've heard a lot from the staff. You've increased my sales a lot. ”
Every time I came, I used it as a thousand units.
Being bombed by Chairman Kim's nagging.
At least my share of the store's revenue this month will be quite large.
“If the wine tastes good, you'll pay for it. ”
“Do you think I could get a business card? ”
I was embarrassed by the sudden offer, but I shuddered.
“I'm here for a drink. Who carries a business card? ”
“Haha. I see. I was in the office, and I was wrong. ”
She nods convincingly.
“So, what, are you in business? ”
“I make and sell everything. Electronic devices are the main thing.”
“Aha. What about the boss? ”
Sim madam's gaze turned to Mongdu.
But he was also as flustered as I was and briefly protested.
“It's a rustic family. ”
Heheh. Mondu's father works in the same office.
You're not wrong.
The meaning is quite distorted.
Sim Madame smiled brightly.
Seeing the place as a place, there were some customers who wanted to hide their identity.
And usually those customers are the ones in the financial sector.
I thought I knew what she was thinking.
He must be measuring our gifts in his heart.
Hmm. Think carefully about who we are.
She offered me a drink to see if the calculations were done in my head.
“Come back often. We'll take good care of you. ”
“Well, at the customer level, zero. The performances and the kids seem similar every week. ”
I broke and negatively muttered.
I feel like what happened today was a big disappointment.
The youngest. Can I go out like that? You should get to know Madame Sim.
Mongdu also looked at me anxiously.
But the situation is more natural.
Well, technically, we're VIPs, and we're just as excited about store mistakes.
Besides, these guys don't let people with money off easy.
I just showed a good attitude when I have money.
If someone other than me had intervened, he would have been expelled, not the public.
When I took out the cigarette, the employee standing behind me lit a fire.
“It's hard to change the stage. It changes once every two months. ”
“Then I'll come once every two months. ”
Madame Sim wanted to think about something for a moment and sat down to fix her posture.
“Do you want a different kind of fun? ”
“Funny. I've done all the crazy stuff. ”
“Do you like candy? ”
Ugh!
He took a deep breath, not just for me, but for blackouts.
Candy.
The euphemism for Ecstasy in pill form.
Drugs that are less addictive than pilophone or cocaine, but are three or four times as potent as hallucinations.
Hey, this is the stuff. It's a thing.
An excited voice echoes in my ears.
“Sure, but I like sugar better than candy. ”
Salt for thick particles of pilophone.
The relatively fine cocaine was sugar.
Madame Sim's eyebrows twitched and confirmed surprisingly.
“Not bad. But I like it tidy. ”
“Exodus and Ecstasy. I should have known better. ”
“Oh, we can't do that. ”
“Then why the candy all of a sudden? You want one?”
“Haha. If you like. In fact, there's a Dadall party at my club. ”
Party.
You mean the drug party.
“If you're looking for something different, I'd love to invite you. But the banquet is a bit expensive. ”
“Hmm.”
I hesitated.
If there was such a place, I would have to attend and wipe it all out, but the problem is my identity.
If they're in the middle of something, I'm not worried, but the line of large corporations might recognize me.
I stamped my face because I fucked at a boat party.
Madame Sim was a woman who noticed quickly.
I knew I was thinking about it, so I hurried to put my back into it.
“Of course, we try to keep exposures to a minimum. It's a narrow floor, so you might encounter someone you know. ”
“That's a little tricky. ”
“So I'm giving masks to anyone who wants them. You can use it, you don't have to use it. No one cares about that because it's such a nice atmosphere. ”
It's not a good vibe, it's just chaotic and you don't care.
Anyway, that's fine with me.
I'll send you a nightmare.
“How much is the banquet? ”
“Six as a child. ”
You little bastards!
I was blinked.
Mongdu and I frowned at the same time.
I think my eardrum is going to tear.
She said in a soft voice as long as she thought we were dissatisfied.
“It's a bit expensive, but you don't have to worry about security. We're experts at this. The quality is excellent.”
We can't just drop out of business like this.
I nodded gladly.
A satisfactory smile spread over Madame Sim's face.
“But I can't pay now, so I'll leave the car here. Pay cash on the day of the party. ”
The car I drove was called Maserati Grandurismo.
It was a luxury sports car worth 200 million won.
“Very well, Changa. ”
The staff standing behind me approached me.
I handed him the sports car keys.
Madame Sim glanced at Chang.
“I'll give you my card. This is Chang. He's the chief of operations for me. You just have to think of him as me. ”
“Please take good care of it. ”
“Changi will be in charge of the party tour as well as the day care. ”
“I'll be sure to escort you. ”
A spear came out and gave the business card to Mongdu.
But it's a familiar design and name somewhere.
I almost got elastic from frowning and flashing memories.
This · · ·
“When is the party? ”
Mongdu's question.
Madame Sim muttered as she looked at the calendar on the wall.
“Usually it will take place midnight, but we'll give you a few days' notice of the exact date. ”
Jung-soon.
About two weeks left.
Me and Mongdu got up on the spot.
“We'll take you to your car. You've been assigned a car. ”
“No, thank you. You can call someone. The old man in the house is wary of strange cars. ”
“Oh, well, then go home safely. See you soon."
Mongdu and I wrapped up our drinks appropriately.
As I was leaving the store, a man stood at the door.
I was the waiter who was beaten by the crowd.
He comes to us and bows his head.
Your cheeks burst.
“Thank you for earlier. ”
“· · Go and get well treated. ”
I tapped his shoulder and left the store.
And I fell into the back alley pretending to be in a taxi.
A barn car parked in the dark.
“Tails?”
“Nothing. He seemed busy cleaning up the children's hall. ”
You pull back a short distance to see if you're being followed.
We took our earphones off and went into the car.
Ugh. My stomach starts to rumble with relaxation.
“I gave my older brother an approximate report by text. ”
“Hmm. I met Madame Sim, by the way, and she didn't make much money. If I do this wrong, I'm gonna set a table and give it to the DEA. ”
Mongdu mutters anxiously.
I shook my head, clutching the nauseating stomach.
“No, there was a huge harvest today. ”
“A drug party? I'm definitely not sure about that compared to your bleeding. ”
I felt sorry for the expression on my face.
I spent three weeks on a sports car that I collateralized.
The sacrifice was too great, no matter how much it cost.
I laughed to ease his worries.
“Don't worry. I paid for the drink because I wanted to, and I'm going to get my car back. I'm going to kill every last one of them on the day of the party. ”
“Capture? Madame Sim? ”
“Sim Madame is important, but the real characters are different. ”
“Who is it?”
“Folk residual and Song Dae-ak. And sweet potatoes. ”
“What?"
Mongdu and Blackie urged me to explain quickly.
I pulled out the business card the spear gave me from my pocket.
“I knew as soon as I got this. ”
A name engraved with gold on a black background.
I don't remember the name or information, but it's as clear as the design.
It is the same as the business card that Eun-tae put in the money bag.
“Eun-tae? Then what? Is that a spear or some kind of spy? ”
“No, I think it's Madame Sim. Sim Dame is directly related to Songdaegak. ”
“A spear is just a madam Sim's man? ”
“Yes. Probably just helping her. That's what I would expect.”
“Why did Madame Sim have an affair with Gumafa? ”
Well, there must be a lot of theories.
“There could have been some sort of deal while airlifting drugs, or it could have been related to drugs. ”
“I'll have to make eye contact with Madame Sim first. ”
You nod as if you've been blinked.
“My best link. ”
“Why is that? ”
“It can provoke Song Dae-hak. ”
“Ah!”
Mongdu looks surprised to learn something.
And I couldn't hide my excitement by just tapping my back.
“Hey, youngest! You're the best, aren't you? ”
“Ouch, wait, wait. ”
I scratched my head to make sure I didn't just understand blackouts.
Then Mongdu explained to him with the face mentioned above.
“What he's saying is, let's not let Songdaegak drag the kids and beat up the gumpa. ”
“If it was a drug party, it'd be great. It's a crime scene arrest. Violence, drugs, prostitution. It could be a triple crown. ”
“Besides, the people who came there wouldn't be local white folk, so if we do this right, we'll all be special. ”
“T, peculiar? ”
The black swallows the saliva.
Most of the people who attend the party will be children of famous financial institutions.
And take out two teams of brutish gangsters at once?
South Korea may turn upside down.
“Even if it's not related to me, I just need to spread a little rumor. Gumafa took the money for Sim Madame's visa. ”
“Awesome. ”
Mongdu breathes his last breath and calms down.
“But is Song Dae-ak really moving? In the middle of a manhunt. Just in time for the drug party. ”
“Make it move. It shouldn't be that hard. ”
While the foundation of the organization is shaken, if you know that a crisis is an opportunity, you will move.
The longer we do this, the easier it will be for us to know that the Forks are alive and well. We'll have to do it for later.
Besides, he and his organization have no defectors around.
Oh, that's why they were looking for Songdaegak, too.
Before he found out about it, he tried to find it and kill it, or turn it over to the police.
Everything goes to the Angler.
“I'll do the design right. To my brothers' promotion. ”
Blacksmith grabs the handle and calls himself down.
The rosy future seems to be unfolding before me.
Bam, bam!
He honks and treads heavily on Excel.
“Promotion Gazá! ”
Buang
The bongo car is headed to the police station forcefully.
The Taste End of Operation
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