The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Call all the brothers in town.

The man with the camera on his phone looked at us.

A face filled with intoxication as I looked closely. I didn't notice because of the store lights.

The man made an impression and took my hand off.

Pa 'at

“What? You bastards. ”

“Do you know him? ”

“No, I've never seen you before. ”

The men rise from their seat, teasing.

And those who drink soju cups at once like a show off.

The man relayed the situation to the camera.

“It's no big deal. Suddenly a strange man was talking to me. Cocoa, thank you for the hundred moonlights! ”

His friends threaten us with barricades.

Six men were excluded.

Looks like they got tattoos on their arms and smelled a little farting in the neighborhood.

“Go away when you say something nice. If you don't want to look rough. Do you want to be sent to the entire country and paged? Yes?”

“I'm losing my drink. Tsk!”

“This is some show, and if it breaks down, you'll all have to pay for it. ”

A couple who were sitting nearby stopped to eat and looked at us.

Tension.

The man in question, on the other hand, was busy talking to the screen ignoring us.

“Ha. Seriously. ”

An absurd laugh of praise.

When he tried to reach out again, the grandmother in the kitchen ran out.

An old lady who urgently grabbed our collar.

“Oh dear. Customers. It's okay. Go finish your sleep. I'm sorry. This is a service.”

Then I placed two bowls of stir-fried beef on their table.

She pushed our backs away from them.

And a carefully whispered tone.

“When I do business here, I often do it. It's okay to just move on. If you stimulate me more, I'll get noisy. I'm sorry. I'll give you a service, so feel free. ”

The compliment made an impression and asked again.

“Do you do that a lot? You're gonna go rogue? You have to call the police.”

“Don't report it. They'll be released soon. Things will get worse if they get big. What can I get you? Soju?”

I sat my grandmother down, pulling out the chair.

They were clearing out the service stir-fried meat.

And they keep staring at us. Cocky bastards.

“Grandma, how many times have they done that? ”

Seems like the grandmother noticed something about us digging for skewers.

This is because of the years. It's hard enough that they can't hear us.

“Not often, but sometimes. There's a group of them hanging out together, and they usually do. They're just crowding around, making noise for no reason. Fighting with customers and breaking dishes · ·"

“Hey, Grandma! ”

One of the party threw a stir-fried rice cake at the grandmother.

The meat fell on my grandmother's back.

“What are you babbling about? The old man must have gotten old. ”

“Kick, kick. Crazy bastard. Whoa, whoa, whoa. ”

There was blood on his neck.

And I waved my hand to my grandmother, saying that I was done.

Looks like booze and fury are in the air together.

I can feel it in his eyes. I got his arm.

“Those gangsters, shouldn't they be tied up at once? ”

He must have realized the meaning of my words. Kang Chan nods.

And I provoked them.

“Bastards. What are you gonna do with Grandma? ”

The meat thrower frowns and rises to his feet.

Then he bluffs at the camera.

“You've been a dick all along. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Drunken Dogger is making a fuss. What should I do? Put 19 gold on him. Shall I beat him? Oh, really. ”

“Hehe. Hey. I'm freaking out. ”

I turn my hat over and wake up.

The grandmother urged the sitting couple to approach and avoid whether she felt unusual.

And the moment he picked up the phone, a man yelled.

“Don't call the police. It's really noisy.”

And then they shoot us with camera lenses.

The man is elongated 'thanks to the moonlight!’ I started shouting.

“Yes? Is he a celebrity? I don't think so. ”

He's mumbling to me.

“Everything I've seen a lot of, it's all shaped up. It's molded. I'm afraid of your hat. ”

A man is jawing at me.

“Thousands of moonlights if you get it right. Hurry up and I'll send you back safely. ”

When I laughed, the man standing in front reached out to me roughly.

Aim for my hat, actually.

“Smile? Crazy bastard · ·”

“Quite frankly. ”

Pa 'at

I grabbed the man's wrist and turned it around. Any movement and it will break.

The man who instinctively noticed it was motionless and fluttering.

There was a slight embarrassment in his eyes.

“Yi, this dove · ·”

“Hey, bring the camera. ”

“What?"

“Or you have to sell your friend. ”

I pointed my finger at the man with the camera.

The man's gaze glanced over the camera screen and my friend.

“Aha. Viewers. That's Yangdong Fire Fist! I've been through a lot of this. No, seriously, it's not a screening. Fuck. Manager, give me that motherfucker Block. ”

“Choonsam, Choonsam. ”

The man with his arms tied calls to him. Choonsam. That's a good name.

Choonsam continued to cling to the screen and muttered.

“It's not a masterpiece. Let me show you. So what are you guys gonna do? You want to close your eyes and shoot the moonstone? ”

In a way, he's great. They don't take their eyes off the screen even in this situation.

A stimulating scene that viewers will love. And a popping moon balloon.

Build an image of using your fists.

He twitches his head, making sure he's done the math.

“Hey, you're a mess today. I don't want to get sued. Because there are 2,000 viewers watching. Man to man, huh? ”

Choonsam handed the camera over to a friend next to him and approached me.

A guy in a boxing pose.

Then, with his mouth, a hook, a sound, starts to jump into place.

Typical archery.

“Why? Are you scared? Ang?”

I let go of my friend's arm.

Then I picked up the spoon on the table.

“No need to sue, it's too good a deal. ”

“What did you say! You idiot! ”

Crap.

Choonsam extends his right fist. I slapped him in the face with a spoon, avoiding him lightly.

Choonsam grabbed his nose to make sure it went in properly.

“Ugh. Fuck."

And the left hand reaches back.

I casually dodged it and hit my face with a spoon.

Shitty.

“Aah!”

The arms that came at me, one day, were busy stopping the spoon.

Crap.

“Get sober. ”

Crap.

“Stop being so harsh and live a good life. ”

Crap.

“If you eat prison food for taxes, isn't that Dory? Fuck you.”

Oh, shit!

Especially when I hit my forehead, I felt the sweetness in my hands.

The subtle encounter of a round forehead and spoon line.

I feel relieved without even knowing it.

It rides to the rhythm like a game.

“Hey! You okay? ”

The last blow was severe, and he fell down, wrapped around his forehead.

Then he gestures at his friends with his other hand.

“What are you doing! Fuck! ”

Shameful Choonsam's shout. A group of fascinated people dives into us.

The compliment raises the chair next to you.

Kuang!

A man who misses his camera by surprise. The lens fell to the floor.

At the same time, Kang Chan and I took the fists of the group.

An attack that looks too easy.

Kang Chan was stuffed in the face of a man with a stir-fried meat bowl.

“Bloody bastards. ”

I had fun hitting the spoon.

Every time I heard a horrible sound, I burst into laughter.

Time is more important than numbers.

For those of us who've seen murderers like food, they just look like babies.

As my friends continued to get hit, one of them grabbed a soju bottle and hit the wall.

Ta Ain

“Where is the family? Shit!”

“Stay there. You'll know soon enough if I tell you. ”

“Hey, you coming out? Huh? Get out of here! ”

He swings at us with a broken shotgun, see if he's excited.

Me and Kang Chan exchanged signals with their eyes.

And I looked up, and I stopped beating them.

He nodded to Choonsam if he wanted to.

“Hey, call off your brothers. I'm getting these bastards immersed today. Grandma!”

“Oh, my gosh. ”

The grandmother who was hiding in the kitchen flinched.

“The moment you pick up the phone, you know it's over, right? Turns down early today. ”

“You are backwards, backwards. Just wait.”

Choonsam, who had fallen down, took out his phone.

A red lump protrudes from his forehead. I think I have a good vein.

I tilted my head as I touched the spoon.

I can't believe this was such a good weapon. This is why practice is important.

“Hey, why are you calling so · ·”

Choonsam bites his lips and greets me with a loud voice.

“Yes, sir. It's Choonsam. This is a butcher's diner.Strange people are getting into trouble, but it's not unusual. I think he's some kind of gang. You want me to call all the kids around? Okay, got it. Brother!”

And gladly stares at us.

It's like, "You're all dead! ’The eyes.

Kang Chan slowly lowered his hand and asked.

“Your brothers are bringing the children? ”

“Yes, let's have a look at the news today! You bastards!”

“Every last one of them? ”

“What the fuck are you digging about? ”

And then they come back at us. Kang Chan and I nodded, smiling.

That's exactly what we wanted.

* * *

After a while.

They get down on their knees with their hands lined up. Those guys with the stinky faces.

One was a mess with stir-fried meat sauce.

I sat up with Kang Chan and the chair spread out.

“Great. It's been a long time. ”

“Would you like a drink?”

He said, "Uh, I don't want you to exercise and drink, but I like it best this time. ”

He and I raised our glass lightly and toasted.

Choonsam stared at us with a glance. He's probably waiting for you.

“Hey, why don't you put your hands up straight? ”

Arms clinging to the acclaim.

I took out my wallet and approached my grandmother.

She looks worried and looks around the restaurant. The dishes were a mess.

I smiled and apologized.

“I'm sorry, this is too big a deal. ”

“No, I was trying to help · ·”

But I can't get rid of my mischievous look.

I took out five or six million dollar checks and put them in front of my grandmother.

“I'm sorry about the food and stuff. If that's not enough, please contact us and we'll make it up to you. ”

And he showed me his police ID.

Angry old lady.

I sent a signal asking you to keep your fingers shut.

“I'll tie it all up at once, and I'll never let you do it again. ”

Grandma nods, meaning she knows. Rough hands hold a check.

I'm going to turn around and go back to my seat, and the camera on the floor of my phone catches my eye.

I picked it up while covering the lens.

[Playing]

Somebody turn on the screen. I can only hear you.

[Choonsam picks up the clip from the spoon]

[But who was that man? John Saal Smell. That's as far as he goes.

You're still fooling around, you little black cockroaches.

Chat went haywire

A moon balloon that keeps popping. 1,000, 500, 1,000 again · ·

Then, the restaurant door opened wide.

“Hey, Choonsam! ”

“Sir!"

A man in sleeveless armor. The big guys standing behind you.

I definitely feel like a commander. Choonsam rushes towards him.

“Sir! These bastards! ”

And then he yells at me and compliments.

Huh. I mean, there's over 20 of them.

More of a local thug than a gangster.

My compliments and I stopped mourning.

“Where did you come from? You want to die? ”

Choonsam's older brother picked up a pole and threatened us.

However, I heard a loud noise outside.

Two brute muscles emerging through the crowd at the entrance.

“Oh, let me through. ”

“Why are there so many people here? Looks like a good restaurant.”

Blacks and triumphs.

Surprisingly, there was blood on Blackface.

You still look like a demon coming out of hell.

I asked with a sincere heart.

“What's wrong with your face? Did you fall?”

“Huh? How did he know? I hit my head on the sink. Whoo-hoo. I'm so high. ”

People staring nervously.

From his body size, he seemed to know that he was unusual in the atmosphere.

I introduced them two.

“Umm · · · This is my brother. ”

EP81. We're calling all the brothers in town.

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