The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Where's the luck?

Fish profit

A bullet to the ceiling looks like it hit a sprinkler.

The thin stream burst and drenched the floor. The man who was beaten with the fist of the Blacksmith hesitated for a moment. Your helmet seems to have absorbed the shock.

As he reached the center, Blackie and the boy struggled to get the shotgun.

“Wow. Look at this guy. ”

I muttered in amazement. What the coroner said on the pawn shop was exactly right. That it would be an unlikely force and a huge owner.

The two tangled and tangled and stirred inside the bank.

Pa 'a quang!

The cabinet crashes, and the chairs and all sorts of things are swept away.

I aim at the big gun, but I can't pull the trigger with the blink.

A wet blink. I put the shotgun and threw the sports bag next to him.

“Take off that damn helmet! ”

Half the money was poured out of the open sports bag, and the documents were scattered together.

A blink that sprints with all its might. I squint if the floor is slippery.

The big guy slaps Blackhead with his shotgun without missing a crack.

Baaak!

But the blink that stops him again with his left hand. He gripped his teeth and shoved a shotgun through his helmet. You hit your face head-on, but there's no damage.

A tight blink swings its fist at the belly of the giant.

Phew!

“Helmet!"

Phew!

“Take off your wife! ”

Punching fists in a row. That's when he blindsided his helmet.

Baaak!

“· · Son of a bitch. ”

Blackhead, or his helmet. You hear the sound of one of them being crushed. Blacksmith takes a step back and grabs his head.

Dammit. I shot him, aiming for the opening.

Taang!

The one hiding under the desk. The shotgun he's holding will be empty by the last blast. I tried to get over the window to help blink.

As I pulled the collar, I felt the power to stop me.

The child is desperate. He makes every effort not to let go.

“Mister.”

A voice that will burst into tears.

“I'm scared. Don't go.”

The sight that the child was watching was terrible.

All kinds of paper floors and all kinds of junk. And a bloody petitioner who's dying. As the water flows, the red blood slowly spreads.

I took his hand off while biting my lip.

“I'm sorry, did you say your name was? ”

Grown-ups are shocking, but it looks even worse on their eyes.

But I can't help it.

I asked him a question, and he nodded. Then tears come out of my eyes.

“I need to go help Mr. Black over there so he can see me. So · ·"

“Phew · · · I'm scared. Don't go.”

He burst into tears. God, I should have raised her.

My favorite, clinging to my feet. I shamelessly blinked with the child.

Blacks stand tall, wrapped around their heads, making sure they were hit properly.

When no gunshots sound, he gives you a glimpse.

Taang!

I shot again, meaning don't move.

Three shots already, two left. I picked up a piece of paper that fell off my feet.

“Honey, do you like origami? ”

“· · Yes. But you can only fold airplanes and ships. ”

A report filled with difficult words.

I smiled as if I were playing with him. Don't be as scared as you can.

In the meantime, a blacksmith barely escapes his senses.

“If you orient him with this, I'll scold the bad guy and buy you a toy. ”

“Toys?”

“More than ten! You have to fold a lot. What do you think?”

The child clammed his mouth and picked up the paper. And he looks at the collapsed cop and he's all tears. I nod, crouching as if I had resolved my mind.

“Buy me a Poopsoong doll. ”

“Of course.”

“You have to scold the bad guy. ”

I stroked the child's head and jumped over the window. Two who are being hurt and are fighting like crazy. Even with his helmet on, he was no ordinary man.

How many can face blackouts equally?

I ran to them with my gun.

“Stop! Stop or I'll shoot! ”

“You're the youngest! Just beat it! This is so annoying!”

Then he aims at the big guy in a shooting position.

The one who realizes I don't shoot when I'm stuck with Blackie.

You turn around, grabbing the collar on purpose.

Phew! Phew!

Right under his side and his helmet, near his neck.

Blacksmith aims for a crack with an iron fist.

“Huff!”

He's crouching with his back bent to see if he can't breathe. Blackjack grabs the helmet and grabs it tight. With the reactions, he fell backwards.

“The son of a bitch. Wear this shit. Oww. I'm going to break my head. ”

He finally showed his face. Wet brown hair covered in sweat and water. He looks better than I thought. The man who had fallen on the ground stumbled and got up.

Poisonous eyes. People's eyes could be like that. It was so evil I wanted to.

“Die!”

The excitement struck Blacksmith. But no more helmets.

A weary nigger clenches his fist while squeezing the soul's power.

“Moderately · ·”

“Aah!”

“Spit it out, you son of a bitch! ”

Baaaak!

Blacks that crush his nose bones exactly. His eyes turned upside down with the sound of sobbing. He's spreading to the goddess. The Pokémon flinches with a strange groan.

“Turn it off · ·”

Only the sirens outside and the sound of sprinklers in pursuit. Strange tension. I didn't take my eyes off him.

Scratch

Strange sounds that come out of nowhere. I swiftly turn around and point my gun at you.

The Black Swarm roaming through the rear gate. It was a Special Forces unit.

“Surprise.”

As they enter, they see the situation and fill the bank with split sides. Felony Petition Police and staff. And the Special Forces escorting him out.

“We have wounded. Even a man who appears to be an ally has fallen! ”

“Overwhelming is complete inside! ”

They approach the man on their knees, handcuffed, and straightened out the situation. A commando that collects shotguns and sends our regards. The team leader and Mongdu also rushed through the front door.

“You're Special Forces, right? Are you okay?”

He grips his head and shakes his head, making sure he's relaxed.

“Sir! Are you okay? ”

“Ah. Catch me. This is going to hurt.”

I held him by the arm. There was blood on his forehead. At this rate, it was quite severe.

“Damn it, I'm going to lose the hospital for a while. ”

“Speaking of which, I don't think you're hurt much. ”

I carried him out the front door. A police car and a pair of gloves with no gaps. Team Leader and Mongdu jumped in and hugged us.

“Hey! I thought you guys were gonna die. Phew.”

“Hey, boss. Are you crying now?”

“Blackie looks like he's got a head injury and he's the youngest. Are you okay? Your face is bleeding. ”

I stole Mongdu's bowl with my bare hands. It looked like it had been scratched on a plastic chair. After realizing it, it might hurt a little.

“I'm okay with this. ”

I didn't see any cars or people passing by, if the roads were controlled. The commanding officer approached us and greeted us lightly.

“Hello. How are you feeling?" ”

“Yeah. Well, I guess that's good enough. ”

We answered with a wink at the head of the Blackhead.

“I'm so glad. There were police officers there. There was less casualties, there was a quicker resolution. ”

They said, "What the hell? I looked at each other with the expression, ’Why are you talking like that?'

Apparently he's mistaken for a simple bank robber because he didn't know about the pawn shop murders.

“Based on the state of the perpetrators, counterterrorism is spreading · ·”

“Ugh! I'm sorry, my head hurts so much. ”

You cut off the commander's horse, and the blacksmith screams.

The commander bowed to us after straightening his black sunglasses.

“Oops, I'm sorry. Good luck with your treatment. We'll clean up after you. ”

“Yep. Good work. ”

We also smiled awkwardly, saluting. You don't seem very adaptable.

We sat on the sidewalk and waited for the order to get into the ambulance.

From petitioners to employees to one of the party members.

The gunshot wound was severe. Mongdu comforted us by giving us some water.

“But I was lucky, like the real commander said. It was just us. Catch the culprit.”

“Yeah. Why did we come to the bank? ”

The Team Leader's words were silent for five seconds. All that I forgot in my head.

A small paper to save your bills.

“Lottery!”

The blacksmith jumps up and shouts. The cops around us look at us in surprise. Either way, BlackBerry jumps back into the bank like a bullet.

“Hey, hey! ”

“Brother, don't shake your head. ”

We have pursued him. A flooring. White paper and money were a mess. Blacks dig through the floor like crazy.

“Lottery. Lottery. Hurry up and look for him! ”

“Whoo. What a mess. What did you do at the end of the lottery? ”

“The moment they put it in the window here, they come crashing in · · real plague! ”

We helped him out and began to pull away the sheets of paper that lay near the window. Reports and brochures. Also side paper · ·

At that moment, Mongdu called out.

“Found it.”

“Did you find it? Lottery? ”

Blackjack was excited and ran like a jackass. But what's in Mongdu's hands,

“No lottery, ID card. ”

Blackjack spits his swear words and puts his ID in his pocket. However, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find any paper.

“Look under the desk for any gaps. ”

“I'm looking. ”

“Hey. Come here and help us. ”

Blacksmith mobilized the police who cleared the scene and searched the bank like this.

But there's no news. Blackjack grabs the desk, soaking in despair.

A lesser team leader taps on his shoulder to comfort him.

“You go to the hospital first. I'll find you here and call you when I get out. ”

“I found it like this, but it doesn't come out · ·”

Blacksmith mutters and picks up the chair next to him. I feel alive.

We provoked a nearby police officer.

“Stop it! Hey! Somebody stop him! ”

“I'll kill you! You bastards! Where'd they go to the hospital? ”

Blackouts that go crazy. Four or five cops were on both arms, legs, and torso.

We went out of the bank trying to avoid him like that.

“The meat was gone. You must be starving.”

“Let's go get some ramen. ”

“No ramen. I have to change my stamina again for a while before I can write a statement. Let's eat. ”

Then, someone grabbed my collar. I was fond of her. She's been through a lot, but luckily, she suffered a lot of injuries from her fall. Ji-ae smiled at Vashy.

“Detective, thank you. Thank you for your help. ”

His mother bowed her head to me.

“No, you must have been surprised. You did a great job. You should go to the hospital, just in case. ”

“Yes, thank you very much. The other detectives are very grateful. ”

His mother bowed to the team leader and Mongdu as well. Ji-ae held a bunch of paper in my hand.

“Mister, you didn't forget your appointment, did you? ”

“Sure. Did I say poop order? ”

I laughed and looked at the folded paper. Plane folded into calendars and unknown pieces of paper from the report · ·

I stopped and opened up a plane.

Rarely wet, living lottery paper.

“Sweetie.”

The child looks at me with a blinking eye.

“If you go in there with this, there's that black guy. ”

I stroked her round head and burst into laughter.

“Take this and go to him. I'll give you a big lift. ”

“Plane? Really? ”

The child took the paper and went into the huddle.

And the cheer of the flash. He said he bought one of his dreams well and ran around the room.

“Honey! I did it! Yay!”

Then I heard the hissing laughter of Jia.

* * *

And the Xian Police Headquarters.

“Where are you from? ”

“I heard you're a fighter pro. A long, long time ago, he went to prison for a life, and he did business with a partner he met there. ”

The team leader blinked as he put down his statement.

“You, man. Don't be a cop. Just go out there. How can you win with a player? ”

“Whoever the opponent is! If you're a cop, you've got to beat the guy! Haha!”

Blacksmith clenches his fist with a gauze.

Visibly active blink after receiving lottery.

Mongdu, working on the paperwork, asked.

“But if you're a pro, why don't you put it on your mouth? What kind of living whale?”

“I need to hear more details, but he said some strange things. This and that. ”

Where's the luck? End

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