The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth
EP64. Gambling ends the same
EP64. Gambling ends the same
Sounds like thunder.
The cheer of the man who gave money to the blacksmith and the groan of the man who gave money to Heiji.
Everything came together to fill the gambling dens.
“Whoa! All right! That's it!”
“Madness, madness! Fuck!”
“Kill! Kill! ”
Heiji hangs on the arm of the blacksmith as if it were an excuse.
You feel the strength to resist pushing away, and your long arms and legs falter.
“· · · Well, wait · ·"
Flashes that shake more and more mercilessly.
“Wait, where are you? Son of a bitch. Time's up soon. ”
Blackouts grin viciously.
We don't have much time before the team leader arrives.
Without realizing it, Heiji barely holds on to his dazed mind and drools.
“Man! That's disgusting. ”
The man shakes his head and shakes his head.
He switched positions and kicked mercilessly.
Phew! Phew!
The game's victory and defeat is almost slowed. I checked my watch and called out to the blink.
“Brother, it's time to end this. ”
He gasps and shows you his hands.
“Uh, wait a minute. ”
Blacks flinch, aiming at the bottom of Heiji's head.
I looked away from him. You don't need to see this.
Baaaak!
I can hear something smashing properly.
“The end bell, shouldn't it cry? ”
Mongdu said, the moderator noticed the boss.
He claps his mouth shut and stares at her.
I couldn't wait for him to come up, so I ran to the ring and waved the cage.
Game number two: face-to-face as a Yakuza.
I shout for Moora's throat, but he's already unconscious.
I couldn't move a finger. The audience also began to recruit moderators.
“Hey, why don't you finish the game? ”
“You're sitting in your hands! Finish it! ”
There's no choice but to hold the microphone.
Hang on, hang on!
[· · · The winner of the sport game is the challenger.]
“Whoa! I won! Assari, I'm a porker! ”
“Oh! Great! Well done, Hefty!”
“Hey, Japanese! Can't you get up? Shit!”
I announced the winner of the game like a squeeze.
Blacksmith gladly raises his hand.
The people who took the money thanked him for blowing up the bills.
Chop chop.
The sound of iron doors opening.
Blacks walk out safely, covered in blood.
He looks like a monster who's been slaughtered on the battlefield.
The Yakuza around them also stumble back and forth.
Blackjack rubs his face with a towel and smiles.
“Well done, sir. ”
“You win. You protect our youngest. ”
Mongdu and I approached him and encouraged him.
And the sheep songs and the crew that are staring at us with their poop chewing faces.
What a lovely face you have. I smiled at them and said,
“Here, let's have some settlement time. ”
“Settlement. Yes, settlement is good. Follow me.”
Yangwon Song raised his hand at me with a grin. It means to follow the office.
I shook my head and refused.
“It's a simple calculation, why are you face to face? 20 billion doubled, 10 billion stakes. If you don't give me the spot or the stock right now, the interest will be 10 percent a day. No objections, right? ”
The face of the Yangwon Song was stiff.
Disgusting, distorted smile.
Skin that looks like it's going to burst. I added words to him.
“For the record, I will. You're not gonna say two words, are you? Phew. Thanks to you, I'm going to live my life. I'll pay you back. Take Heiji to the hospital. Don't say Yakuza. It's embarrassing.”
Yangwon Song shouted loudly.
“Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!"
“What? Go away? Twenty percent interest. ”
There were dozens of sirens hanging around the gambling den.
People looked up and saw it, and soon it became a reflection.
Weeieieieieieieieieieieing
“Police up! Fuck!”
“Shit! My money! My money!”
“Is it about the money? Run!”
The crowd was more aware of the situation than the authorities.
In front of me, I lost my mind because of the liquor and anger.
He bites the bubble and uses evil.
“You Pracchi bastards! What are you doing? ”
“You're just in time. ”
The money and paper were scattered in the air, and the neon sign advising evacuation flashed wildly.
A gambling den that suddenly became a mess.
Darkness and light. Darkness and light.
On Yangwon's orders, the men jump in with Sashimi Knife.
You picked up a timber near Mongdu.
He slammed his nearest abdomen and knee.
Baaak!
His knees would be shattered as long as the stakes were cut in half.
Clumsy as he looks, he leaps over his groin.
“Ahhhh!”
“In Korea, this is called Nambu. Yangwon Song! If you can't pay it back, pay it back with your body! ”
Mongdu leaps into the Yangwon Song.
But the Yakuza stand in the way.
They hurl their swords in a straight line.
The one who stuck with me.
“Die!”
His blade slashes across his side.
I took a step back, grabbed his wrist with my left hand, and smashed his fist on the other side. My hand fits into the recess below my chin.
Kuang
A man who collapses at once to make sure it works.
This is why the Blacksmith fights. Your hands are killing me.
“You bastards! ”
Yangwon Song screams and tucks his hand into his pocket.
What he pulled out was a revolver.
It was clearly visible through the blinking lights.
Me, Mongdu, the blackouts stopped.
“Why is that coming out of there? ”
“I heard the Yakuza use guns mostly, hmm. That's fucked."
“Why are you telling me this now? ”
“This is Korea! ”
Mongdu and I had a long conversation, and he glanced at the madness of his eyes.
Taang Taang
Sounds of gunfire to the ceiling.
“W-what are you talking about? ”
“It's a gun, right? Run! ”
The screams of the runaways are torn. Yangwon Song pointed the gun at me.
“Damn it!”
Tearing
We hid behind the ring corner.
You hear a series of bullets hit the fence.
I'm down four out of six. I only need two.
“Rats! Where are you hiding? ”
But the Yangwon Song ran towards us with a gun.
He wants to put a bullet in his head.
Mongdu pushes his head out between the bars and says, frightened.
“Wow. We're screwed. He's jumping over here.”
“Let's attack them together as three people. ”
“Yes. Sacrifice one of the three · ·”
While we whispered, the image of the Yangon came into view.
That means we're in his sights.
The moment the prime minister meets the eye,
Taang
A bullet exploded from the other side.
“Nuaaak!”
The bullet pierced the wrist of the amniotic fluid precisely.
He falls to the ground, grabbing his wrist from his wrist.
Amusement that struggles with unbearable pain.
“Stop! Police!”
A special manoeuvre coming from the entrance.
A police officer with a shield and a guard behind him enter the gambling den unannounced.
“Ouch!”
Some escaped Yakuza, and some pointless resistance.
But in terms of physical strength, the difference between the overwhelming forces in terms of weapons.
Overwhelming was instantaneous.
“Is that your big brother? ”
In the meantime, there was a greedy team leader.
This is a nice scene. Why doesn't it look like this?
The Team Leader turns his head back and forth behind the Battalion.
And then he found us and waved.
“Why are you here now? ”
The blacksmith squeals and squeals.
“Son of a bitch. This is a civilian structure. I was too busy figuring out how to rescue them. What's wrong with your face? ”
“There is such a thing as a man. ”
“Playing and sleeping. ”
The team leader handcuffed us.
“If everyone's okay, stay awake, get up. We have to finish it.”
Gamblers running around everywhere.
We shared our gaze.
“We need to catch every last one of these guys." You know? ”
“Of course. Let's go! To get the bad guys! ”
Blackouts rise, shouting loudly.
Abuse and torture in every hidden room. And there were traces of murder and rape.
The same is true of the blood of praise.
A country of dreams and happiness that was achieved in an underground bunker.
The fugitives flee into the dark forest, and we pursue them to the end and capture them all.
Paradise. Today was the last day of its history.
* * *
Twenty charges have been dropped in the bylaws.
The big-time event. Outside the police station, reporters turned the cameras in a phosphorus seal.
“Assari!”
A blink that shakes your body to see if you can snore.
It was a busy office, but I didn't know his excitement would stop.
“Oh, you're so ferocious. Stop shaking your ass. ”
A less powerful first team detective says something.
The suspects are enormous, but they're barely intertwined with the translator, so they're saturated.
He was using a mix of detective and special unit offices.
“No, I really just watched. ”
“Can I get my chips back? ”
“What the fuck are you talking about? ”
“Don't you have human rights here? ”
“Human rights? The son of a bitch who puts people up for auction seeks human rights? Are you going to get hit?”
A slice of the underground economy flowing from Japan.
And the ugly human base. Probably a long, socially long wavelength.
The police came in with an open office door, raising a column of paperwork.
“Special Investigations team members. It's the chief.”
“Huh? Like, right now? I have to finish.”
Mongdu nodded his head.
“The Seoul District Police Commissioner himself has come. ”
Thud
Mondun and Blacks standing up in reflexes.
The team leader was already waiting at the door. They gave me a hasty look.
Cut everything off and let's run.
“You mean the Official Armor Commissioner? ”
“Yes, and the leader of the clown squad is here with us. ”
The faces of the team members, which were in white, died sharply.
“What about you? ”
“I don't know. So I forwarded it. Sure."
* * *
Chief's office.
The leader carefully knocks, then opens the door.
I've never seen anyone before except for two familiar faces.
“Welcome. ”
The Chief of Armor and the Chief welcomed us.
“Hello, sunbae. ”
And the man reaching out to the captain.
It was the Clown Squad's Team Leader, Jin Han Soo.
Nice handovers and well-groomed body.
I can't believe it's the same age as you.
According to the annual report, the leader is the leader, and he went to the police department first to find out how good he is.
“Oh, yeah. ”
“I've never seen a team member before. ”
Words that mean me and Mongdu.
We leaned in to greet him.
“What's the matter? ”
The team leader asked for the chief and the chief.
“Oh, it's no big deal. Encourage the case. Team Leader Jin Han Soo really wants to see you. Haha. I'm so busy, I have to make an opportunity like this. ”
“I'm happy to hear you're taking part in this case. ”
He takes a sip of tea and smiles softly.
Well, that's one hell of a spine.
I took a frontal look at Team Leader Jin Han-su.
“Are you Lord Goji Hoon? ”
EP64. The Gambling Ends Equally
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