The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

When you open the door carefully, all you see is darkness. However, the light infiltrating behind me caused the ambiguity of the inside to be visible. Empty beds in the living room. The guy sitting there with his head on the wall.

“Waaaaaah”

When the blacksmith cries out, turn your head. A middle-aged man, a middle-aged man with a long hair and a beard.

Kuang, Kuang

He keeps poking his head at us, staring right through us. Blacks running behind me and cops coming behind me. They saw someone in the dark and were confused.

“Turn on the flash. ”

Police follow my instructions to illuminate the room with a flashlight.

“Hey, are you awake? ”

A man with all his facial muscles loosened. I thought my empty eyes were sleeping with my eyes open. He sits strangely on the bed, motionless.

“I think I have my legs tied. ”

The muttering of a police officer, I just checked the man's arms and legs. The legs and hands of a man connected to the bed. I nod and command the rear.

“Do you have anything to cut? ”

“Oh, yeah. I do have a knife. ”

“Call an ambulance. Follow me.”

“Yes, I understand. ”

Unlike the bold police, Blacksmith, who was hiding back there, cries out in horror.

“Hey! You're going in? ”

“Are you just going to watch? ”

“Youngest! Youngest! ”

“Oh, really. ”

I stepped inside, blocking my noisy ears. The inner room is a blinded window with no light coming in. Only our flashlights turn on.

“Sir, are you okay? This is the police.”

Kuang, Kuang

Me and the cops slowly approached the man. Syringes and unknown powder lying around the bed. Based on the thickness of the particles, it was most likely bath salts. And the smell of medicine and the rising stench.

“Oh my God."

The man I looked closely at was rotting all over. The throats and ears that are dying violently. It's covered elsewhere with clothing, but if you look at the necrosis that has risen to your face · ·. Somewhere else, I'm sure.

“Sir, if you can hear us, please say something. Can you hear me?”

“· · · · Ugh · · · · · ·. ”

“Yes, that's good. Hold on, hold on. ”

“Ugh · · ·. ”

A policeman turns to the other side of the bed and approaches the man. Grasp your shoulders carefully and brace yourself. Another cop begins to cut the rope tied to his arm. Strangely flowing tension.

Dental.

I looked straight at the man and listened to the radio.

“Yes. We have a victim here. The room is room 201. Inside, there are syringes and grains that look like bath salts. ”

Oh, wait a minute.

Isara Pro. How thick is it?

I glanced down at her words.

“It's pretty thick. Beans? Maybe that's it. ”

Is that so?

“Is this how it's supposed to be? ”

You have to see it for yourself, but you can usually think of it as thick salt. I think it's an early failure.

Trial error in the process of making bath salts. The man must have taken it here a long time ago. Looking closely, I noticed a thin cheek and a dry mouth.

“Does anyone have any water? ”

“There's no water. ”

The homeless man leans his head against the wall helplessly to make sure he's hungry. A cop cut his wrist with a knife, but his arm still wouldn't move. He just stares at me dazed again.

“Brother, come in here. ”

I stood at the threshold and called for a frightened blackout. A blink that moves slowly, reluctantly.

“I have to carry it out. The ambulance can't get in this way, so it's down that hill. ”

“Carry?”

“Then why are you dragging him? ”

The black voice echoes with a trembling voice. So quiet, I can only hear it.

“Oh, what if I suddenly get bitten on the neck while carrying it? Then I'm helpless.”

“I'm going out with you. What are you so afraid of? ”

It's okay to punch in the front, but it's scary to rip it out behind your back. I sighed and pulled the handkerchief out of my pocket.

“You called an ambulance, right? ”

“Yes, I'll be right back. ”

“Sir, you're going to move. This is for each other's safety, so don't take it out. ”

I tied a man's mouth with a handkerchief. Blackouts that come running to men. Pressed by the atmosphere, I was still terrified.

“It's not because I don't like you. It's because I hate this atmosphere. Ehhh. Now, get on your back. ”

When the flashlight flashes, the police lift the man up and hold him back. We lit up the dark emergency staircase again with a flashlight and came out on the first floor.

“I think we should wait here. ”

“Okay, I'll get off. ”

You lay a man on the grass below the hill with the police. A man who keeps his head shut and spits out strange noises to make sure he has no strength. I instructed looking down the mountain path.

“When the ambulance arrives here, transport it. You have two left, and the rest of you go back inside. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

We left two policemen behind and went back inside the sanitarium. I've scoured this floor once, so step towards the third floor.

Dental.

Found one victim here, too. Well, he's in a lot of bad shape. I don't think I can see backwards and forwards like Lee Won Kyu from Rodeo.

Then the team leader's voice was heard over the radio.

“There are two policemen at the entrance of the sanitarium. What floor are you on?”

Five of us. Two cops downstairs. Send two of them. Hey, be careful. Don't get bitten.

I checked the nursing home's guide against the wall. You're on the eighth floor exactly. The annex was at the end of the fifth floor and was a structure that led to the main house.

“We'll take a look up there, too. Please wait on the fifth floor of the main hall. Let's meet and join.”

Yeah, I get it.

I frowned and leaned forward. The third floor passed without a hitch. Problem is, fourth floor, Blackie grabbed my arm as soon as I got there.

“Can you hear me?"

“Yes, I can hear you. ”

Weird crying. Or should I say screaming? You hear someone's eerie hiss clearly.

Scraper

Blackie and I, the police slowly walked down the hall. Very carefully. I feel tense enough to feel the back of my neck. Because · · · · There wasn't one voice.

“Open it.”

“Ugh, what the fuck. What the fuck are you doing? ”

Blacklings mutter, biting their lips as if they were almost crying. I opened the door slowly, without hesitation.

Glug-ug

“Ugh. ”

“Shhh."

Strange cries. Men tied together in bed. If there's anything different about it, it's that they're tied to their beds. Suddenly, they swoop their heads together.

“Hiic."

A peculiar figure. You can see the sparkling gaze through the lather. The scent of medicine and the smell of medicine.

“Ahhhh!”

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”

Thump, thump, thump.

They get excited. They swing as hard as they can to get at us with their bodies tied to the bed. About six. I shrugged my forehead.

“This one · · · · · ·. ”

“The youngest. Let's wait until these people run out of juice. Wow, that sounds crazy as a group. ”

Blacks whisper behind my back. He looks a little used to it and doesn't run away like the first time. I picked up the radio and reported to the team leader.

“Sir, I found six of these. I think I have some strength left. Blackie wants to move it later. ”

The ambulance is downstairs. Shouldn't we move him? What floor are you on?

“Fourth floor.”

Hold on. We're on our way to the annex. Let's join forces and move them together.

We stood at the dazed door, staring at them, until the team leader arrived. Guys with yellow teeth, seizures like they're gonna rush right at us.

“Looks like each room is stocked with victims. ”

“What's the big deal? ”

“Oh, I see. I'm sorry, teachers. ”

Blacksmith wipes his mouth slightly and apologizes to the six drug zombies. However, the word is definitely the best match right now.

“This is like torturing with medicine. At that time, how long did it take you to get out of the van and to the rodeo? ”

“Just over thirty minutes. ”

“The stop was hit by a car and stopped · · ·. I don't know exactly when it's going to go down. ”

“I think the first guy I saw back there was a pretty good shaft. It was almost like Asa, wasn't it? ”

Then came the popularity at the end of the hall. Isara, Mongdu, and Team Leader. They rush in and lose their horses to report back to the room. The more people gather, the more violent the stragglers are tied up. People who twist and scream with all their might.

“Oh my God."

“What do you want me to do? ”

“Speaking to the paramedics, they said we need to get them to a hospital quickly. ”

“We'll go first. ”

“Can't it be? Horses are drugs, not priestly drugs after all. We need to get you treated at the hospital."

Swallows as if the team leader is nervous. Bath salts and crocodiles created by Cha Da-jin and his boyfriend, Seung-hyuk. Drugs made in places like this can't be right. Isara also adds a quiet word.

“By the way, you said Crocodil was originally used in hospitals. But necrotizing reactions are caused by a mixture of impurities in drug manufacturing. The more impurities you mix, the more side effects you have. ”

“Like that?”

“· · Yes. Like that.”

In Isara's words, we all lifted our flashlights together and lit them up in the room. The team leader nods lightly, making a decision.

“Let's start with the right front. ”

“Yes, I understand. The cop with the knife. ”

“Here. Here you go. ”

Someone pushes the cutter knife out of the back. The blacksmith takes it and reluctantly goes inside.

“Phew. If I die, all my fortune is in front of my wife. It's essential to have soup for sacrifice. ”

“Damn it. Let's move fast. ”

“One at a time. because you can't handle it if you solve it all at once. Tie him back up with a sling. ”

I paused as I approached the man in the far right. Well, I got one thing to say.

“You said this was an American drug, right? ”

“Yes, that's right. America and Russia.”

Isaiah replied boldly.

“How did you subdue me if this happened there? ”

“Tell me what you're doing. right away.”

She shapes the gun with her fingers, then flinches lightly. It means the medicine is that effective. Like a real zombie, going insane. Isara says the team leader has put down his hands.

“Blackie, you're the only one I trust. ”

“With what? A shield? ”

“Blackie might flip over if he touches it a little bit. ”

I blink at Mongdu's playful words. I don't want to deny it. He takes a few deep breaths and grabs the cutter knife.

Bloop.

“Relax. Everyone's nervous. ”

“Grab each other's arms and legs. ”

We pressed down on a man's limb.

“Ugh!”

“Stay still! ”

“Ugh!”

A more violent man. Blood rushes up from the Blacksmith's forearm, cutting the rope. Unlike before, the cutter knife doesn't hold very well.

“Bee!”

“Is it not working? ”

“Wait a minute. ”

The right hand of a man who has been loosened and tapped at the end of several knives. The hand that seeks freedom twists like crazy. We then quickly loosened the other hand. The guy trying to get his torso up. But together with the other cops, I can't help but press five lengths.

“Hurry up! ”

“Don't rush me, I'm trying. No, it went well. Why is it like this all of a sudden? ”

Blacks get annoyed and chop off the rest of the rope. But we have a problem.

“Wow. I hung up wrong.”

“Son of a bitch! ”

The strap that had to be tied back to the man was completely severed. You scratch your head as if it was a blur of profanity.

“Khhh! ”

“Mouth, mouth! No biting! ”

“Anybody with a leash? Something to tie up! ”

“I'll go to the ambulance. ”

The police make a sudden move. Me, Isara, and other special forces have been keeping pressure on the man. The man raises his head as best he can, and grabs Isara's tied head with his mouth.

“Ah!”

“Hey, hey! ”

She's got a haircut. The team leader takes off his right hand in shock, and the balance breaks. A man jumped at the team leader and Isara.

“Kuaak!”

“Sir! Fuck! Take it easy! ”

Then the black jumps onto the man's body and loads his weight. How violent, the body of the victim who burns him but does not calm down.

“Wow. You look like a drunk kid. ”

“Blackie! Look out! ”

Kuang

The man's movements lose balance, and his blink falls to his side. A man who jumps at the same time. It was quick. What I saw with him was... The man stares at me as if to kill me and leaps open his mouth.

Per hundred million

I kicked him with my legs. The man slammed into the bed behind him, and others began to get even more excited. No pain, no speech, no aggression.

“What a fucking pill, really. ”

“The youngest!”

A man rushes to me. Breathing yellow teeth and stink. I can see his face rotting all over the place. When I try to punch a man in the face,

Supportive positions

“Ugh.”

The man flips over and collapses. Standing behind him is dreaming. · · · In the hand.

“Taser?”

“Hey, this is yours. I counted the ones in the locker. ”

Mongdu looked down at the man and said. You know, if it was in the drawer, it was for catching the Suen Valerie.

“This is usually the best way to catch a zombie. I can't kill him. I can't kill him. ”

The team leader takes a short breath and settles down. I don't think I'm relaxed or getting up. At that time, the police rushed into the ambulance with a bunch of rope straps.

“Here's a strap · · · · bay? ”

The team leader instructed them, roughly waving his hands.

“Tie them up, the rest of them. Don't make the same mistake we did. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

“Hey. Let's start here. ”

The police barged in, untied and restrained those who were seizing. Arms and legs, and even the most important mouths, and then the cops, they pick them up and carry them out. Blackjack sits in the hallway and wipes off his sweat.

“Wow. I thought we were doing a real sweep. ”

“Brother, aren't you bored? ”

“Do you want to die? Your panties are still dry. ”

Then, the blink stops talking. A face that is increasingly reflective. Isara and I turned our heads to follow his gaze. End of the hall with nothing. It's too dark to see anything. Perhaps there's an emergency exit on the other side.

“What's the matter? ”

“Just now, · · ·. ”

“What was that? ”

“A woman was watching us. ”

Isara and I looked at each other. Most of the missing homeless are men. And if there's a woman here...

Crap.

“It's cold. You're crazy! ”

The Team Leader slaps Blackhead and shouts.

EP203. Zombie Dispatch is over.

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