The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth
The fighter who was the whistleblower.
The fighter who was the whistleblower.
"KILL.P," a fancy sign. It was a new building on the third floor.
When I go inside with Blackie, who loves fighting, I can smell the unique scent of the boxing arena.
Tons of sneakers and trainers lying on the floor.
You hear the clamor of the fighters in training with the sound of fast tempo music.
“Ugh! Ugh! ”
“One more time! ”
“Aah!”
“We're losing speed! Wake up!”
A player who strikes mattresses without cause. A jumper, etc. You seem distracted by each other's training. Blackface glares around, muttering.
“Here. A world of real men. ”
Then, a middle-aged man came out of the office and approached us.
“Can I help you? ”
“Hi, I'm Special Forces from the XIAN Police Department I contacted you about yesterday. ”
“Ah. You said you were coming to see Hyo-jae? I'm Coach Park. This way, please.”
The coach shook our hands and laughed. Then I went inside the gym and called out to the man standing up.
“Hyo-jae, you have a visitor. ”
The sweaty man. He turns and looks at us.
He had clear eyes like a mild cow.
I'm impressed. Most fighters look scary.
“Nice to meet you. ”
Like the blink next to me, for example. If you look at the impression, Blacksmith is a professional player.
Cha Hyo-Jae lowered his head with a smile.
“Do you mind if I take a moment? ”
“I have a practice game coming up. It'll only take a moment.”
Cha Hyo-Jae nodded, taking off the bandage around his hand.
We sat across from each other in the office with the coach's care. I showed him a picture of Seok-yeon Choi.
“Seok-yeon Choi, you know? ”
“Yes, I know. ”
Cha Hyo-Jae was silent for a long time.
“I saw it on the news. You said the bank robber was Seok-yeon Choi. ”
Daytime shootings and pawnshop murders. The police revealed Choi Seok-yeon's face without a worry. Cha Hyo-Jae's eyebrows twitched in a strange feeling.
“Though he was a bit sharp, I didn't expect him to be such a monster. I was really surprised to see the news. ”
He lowers his picture and asks.
“But what business do you have with me? I have nothing to say about Seok-yeon Choi. Just between players in the same group. That's it.”
“In the statement process, the name of Cha Hyo-jae was mentioned. ”
“My name? ”
“It's not a big deal, but he went to hurt Cha Hyo-jae immediately after he got out. We're going to investigate that as well. Of course, they won't be punished as stoppers. ”
Even in attempted murder, the unsub is divided into details.
A case of attempted murder, deliberately stopping, with no consequences.
In my explanation, Hyo-Jae tilts his head. You don't seem to remember much.
“When did you get out? ”
“It's early summer three years ago. June 16th, actually. ”
“Summer · · · When I was working on a construction site. ”
“Construction?”
Cha Hyo-Jae smiled bitterly at my question.
“I was kicked out of the group when the battle was staged. I have to eat and live now, so I've never not done it before. ”
“Seok-yeon Choi told me that, can you tell me more? ”
He hesitated for a moment on my request.
I felt sad in my eyes that I still had a painful memory to extract.
“My group leader, MG.ONE, has a script with him. whether he wants to push Seok-yeon or he wins two games in a row. The first one went well, and I didn't. ”
He touches his fist.
“I was worried about money, too. And the moment I got up on the ring, it was clean. If you're a sports person, you don't have to worry about it. ”
“Khh. Right! That's the virtue of sport. ”
I was amazed at the flash I heard next to him as he put in a crescendo.
A fighter with justice and conviction.
Even in my eyes, I didn't know your world very well, and the difference seemed great.
“So I fell down. I just bumped into him, and he won the match. even though I lost thoroughly outside the ring. ”
“Losing · · ·”
“I was kicked out of the group after exposing my gambit. because it was a little bit breathtaking at the time, and it was impossible to put pressure on the other side. Thanks to you, I've been floating around the construction site, and it's only a matter of time before I get here. I don't know how long until I'm old enough to get into the ring. ”
The blink flashes with shock.
“That's great. He's a real player.”
Cha Hyo-Jae smiled nonstop. Stir your head lightly with a spontaneous horse.
He smiles but looks strangely impressed.
“I'm not that big a player. ”
“Yes?”
And a natural spinning tail.
“Anyway, I don't remember meeting Seok-yeon. Maybe they're watching from afar. I have nothing to say about that. ”
“Hmm. I see. But since he confessed himself, the paperwork will be written. Everything will be fine, but can I contact you if I can ask you anything else? ”
“Of course.”
I took out my business card and gave it to him. Hyo-Jae respectfully accepted it and looked at the clock. Out of the office you can see the movement of the players towards the ring.
We're looking at you, big fella. I stood up as if Cha Hyo-Jae was in trouble.
“I have a practice match coming up. ”
“Ouch. Thank you for your time. ”
“Go in safely. ”
He gives us a tight escort and turns around.
As you go down the stairs, Blacksmith drops his turbulence without noticing the excitement.
“Isn't Cha Hyo-Jae really cool? I'm serious about fighting the liking type. ”
“Yeah, there's depth to it. I feel like a dancer.”
“You're the youngest. Can we watch a little practice game? ”
“Yes? Can I? ”
“I just need to get the paperwork organized anyway. It's okay a little bit. Don't worry about the players, from a distance. What do you think?”
Black smiles and grabs my collar. He's an immortal child.
I pushed back one step.
“I'm just looking a little bit. If you're late, you'll get angry for me. ”
“Of course, man! Let's go!”
Blacks turn their backs and jump back up the stairs. I followed him, too.
A matching ring situated in a large gym. Other athletes were also gathered to rest and watch.
Everyone looks back at the ring and I don't think they saw us coming.
We stood in the far corner and watched them.
Hang on, hang on!
The contest bell rings, and the other player and the opponent touch the glove.
It's practice, but it's practical tension. It looks like a wild beast exploring each other.
“Ahhhh!”
The opponent reaches out first. Cha Hyo-jae flies back and forth lightly.
The user's fist grazes the target's jaw.
“Hook! Hook! ”
An opponent who grabs Hyo-Jae's arm and tangles. I watched, swallowing my saliva. I've never seen a fight before, so I couldn't take my eyes off it.
“Awesome.”
I saw Blackjack fight during the Yakuza Shrine, but I felt a different energy than before.
The takedown that Cha Hye-Jae tried went in properly.
A tea effect that performs a pounding attack on an opponent.
The coach standing outside the ring shouts his name.
“Cha Hyo-jae!”
A fist hesitating over the sound. The opponent strikes back, aiming for a crack.
“What? Why did you just say your name? ”
Blackjack frowns and mutters.
The opposing Pokémon slams the opposing Pokémon with a single crack.
The opponent's nick hit the chest. The user lingers and hangs on to the target.
“Sanghyun! Can we get caught there?" Are you out of your mind? ”
“Huff! Huff! ”
The coach rebukes the opponent by calling out his name.
A player named Sanghyun bites his teeth in succession and kicks him.
Then, Hyo-Jae athlete who grabs the leg and pushes with force.
I laid him down and slapped him on the elbow.
“Cha Hyo-jae!”
“Oh, shit. Keep saying her name. ”
As long as Cha Hyo-Jae tries to attack, the coach calls out the name.
And the more that happens, the more he stops attacking. Something was wrong.
I hold the collar in my hand and whisper in silence.
“Is this what practitioners do? No?”
“Of course not. This is just a sandbag fight. ”
Two athletes running an unlikely match.
Some athletes bend their heads and stretch to make sure they're not at all interested.
A lonely fight in the ring. That's how I felt when I saw Hyo-Jae.
A few fists come and go, but the broken tea cake reaches to the ground with all its strength.
“Hey show · · ·”
I snuck out of the building, blocking Blackmouth's attempt to intervene.
It was because the breathtaking player looked so pathetic that if we pretended to know him there, he wouldn't be able to endure it mentally.
We're back at the Xuanzan Police Station.
* * *
“It's a little strange for training. ”
The team leader and Mongdu who heard the story asked as they gathered the paperwork.
I felt comfortable because the paperwork was almost done.
A blackout that cuts out fury with a creamy twist.
“Right? If you're going to attack something, the coach stepped up and pressured you. ”
Mongdu grabbed his chips and knocked on the computers.
He also searched for articles related to Hyo-Jae and whether he was interested.
“Let's see. KILL.P, right? Hmm · · · But it's amazing. I didn't think I'd be able to measure up when it happened. The image of the whistleblower is too strong. ”
“Isn't it the best for fans, though? It's justifiable evidence.”
“Even so, if you don't have an organization to build, it's a bust. ”
Mongdu was roughly beaten by the words of the Blacksmith. And I spit out a little elasticity to see if I found anything.
That's the name of the deputy director at MG.ONE and the current KILL and P? ”
“What?"
“Known only as a businessman, but the name is the same. Given the circumstances, I'd say he's the same person. MG.ONE was damaged by the battle and KILL.P was created last year. ”
“You said MG.ONE was going to bury him completely? But you recruited him again? ”
“Has there been a change in your heart? This representative may not have been involved in the battle. The parties will know the details. ”
Then the team leader next to him burst into laughter.
“Hey, does it make sense that the vice president didn't know how to rig a battle with the organization's honour? That's it, that's it. ”
“What's that? ”
“That thief's got my feet in a twist. It's not like I'm washing my image because I've had a bad experience on my face once. If the fighter who stabbed you in the battlefield joins in, he'll look trustworthy. ”
It was a reasonable guess. However, Hyo-Jae, who talked for a while, felt really clean and upright. The black was kicked in the minute and chewed on the cookie.
“So you're not taking the Tea Hae player, you're just taking him for image washing? That great player? Is that why you beat him like a sandbag? ”
“Look at this guy. Why are you so excited? ”
“Don't you get excited? If you're a real dancer, you're gonna be pissed! ”
Mongdu silenced the bluff, saying.
“I don't think so. There's a game going on after midnight. ”
“What game? ”
“The game at KOREA FC. There are three players at KILL.P, one of them being Hyo-Jae. ”
I asked myself if I wanted to.
“Who are the other players? ”
“Hm. Park Song Kim. Reimbursement.”
Blinked at the word "reimbursement" and I met my eyes. I thought you were sparring with Cha Hyo-Jae. I have a bad idea. Blacks shake their heads, saying they don't want to believe it.
“That can't be the fighter who was the whistleblower. Cancer.”
But a word from the carelessly stabbing team leader.
“You know how people change. You said you had a lot of economic difficulties, that player. ”
And stab the heavy one more time.
“There are only two things that are most effective at changing people. One is time, one is money. ”
End of the fighter who was the whistleblower.
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