The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Profit

The sound of the door turning sounds like a thousand pounds. Black ops pour into the house ahead of me. A house with a similar atmosphere to any other house. But there are weapons everywhere and unknown plastic bags. The space is quite spacious as many people live together.

Ta-da-da.

The sound of the SEALs' gunfire sounds orderly. As I walked through the front door and into the living room,

“What?”

“Freeze! ”

The man who was drinking water in the kitchen was startled and shouted. The man who was throwing the cup at us and running back. At the end of the hall was a staircase leading to the basement. The doors of a small room open at the same time. He pushes his face forward without thinking much, then he looks at the armed police and is frantic.

“Why again · · · Huh? ”

“Hey! Fuck! I'm fucked!"

Kuang!

Reflexively closed and locked. One of the SEALs turns the knobs, but they don't move. Then Blacksmith rushed to the visit as hard as he could, pulling off his wrist.

“Hmph!”

Phew!

A blink that clenches the handle with a strange clasp. A rusty hanger falls out at once.

Profit

“Close it! Grab it! ”

“Fuck you! ”

A door that opens by itself, losing its power. The party pushes each other away and shouts for the door. Apparently, one of them is trying to get over the window.

“I'm losing my shit. ”

At the same time as the muttering of the Blacksmith, the creature across the window frame twitches his feet as if something was wrong. Apparently, the police officer who was waiting outside was strangled. I couldn't do it, so I kept leaning against the window.

“Here. One, two, three raccoons. Beat your head. ”

Blackjack squeaks his fingers, and one guy runs into the closet and pulls out the axe. Oh, my God. What kind of house closet has an axe that's the length of a man's forearm? Standing behind you, the Special Forces shout at you with a gun.

“Put down your weapons! Or I'll shoot you! ”

“Shit! Get out of here, you idiots! ”

Boom, boom, boom!

The man with the foam and the axe. Correct for broken visits. Blackjack flinches and pulls back. He climbs up and grabs the axe again.

“What are you doing?"

I told you, the SEALs stopped and grabbed their guns.

Ta-ang!

A cannonball aiming at the ceiling. Some of the party members have resigned, went to the corner and wrapped their heads around it. But the guy with the axe jumps up and down like he's petty.

“Kill it! Kill it! I'd rather die here! ”

“Crazy bastard really didn't eat well. ”

“What did I do wrong? It's all because of this rotten world! Rich people live in sin! We are! Rich bastards, all born and eaten must die! ”

The SEALs are baffled by unexpected situations. Circumstances with no direct evidence, including the body. It's because if you kill someone, you have a lot of room for criticism if something goes wrong. He shouts louder to see if he knows that.

“Kill him! Even if it kills you. ”

Percussion

Clean enough to shut him up. Blacksmith grips his axe handle, squeezing his teeth. Unlike a two-handed swinger, one-handed.

“Kill me?”

“What · · · What · · · ·. ”

“If that's your wish, I can grant it. ”

Blacksmith grabs his head with his other hand and smashes it against the wall.

Kuang!

“Ahhhh!”

“I have no choice but to die. It hurts, so bear with it.”

The guy who dropped his shit is useless in front of a real asshole. Blacksmith shook his head with all his might. The one who spits out blood with yellow front teeth.

“Continue?”

“· · · · Seed, fuck · · ·. ”

“Okay. Keep going. ”

As soon as Blacksmith grabs his hair again, another SEAL team screams at the end of the hall.

“We've got one in the basement! I have to go down there. I need backup! ”

That's why I grabbed Blackie's arm.

“Brother, let's clear this way and move on. ”

Half fainted and all lying down in the corner. I sighed and said.

“And just a little bit more and I'll be dead. ”

“I'm asking you to kill me. ”

“Investigation team! Here, here! ”

Subsequent jurisdictional police come into the room, cuffing their wrists. Blackie and I quickly crossed the hall to the end.

“I'll take the lead.”

“Yes. Behind you, follow the others! ”

“Coming down!”

The cold energy rises as you walk down the cement staircase one by one. A passageway lit by a few yellow lights. I notice a rusty fence.

“Oh, fuck. ”

Blacks spit out their words in anger. Priest prisons that have been retrofitted from one wall. In one of them, there were traces of an unstoppable murder.

“Isn't that a human hair? ”

“That's what it looks like to me. ”

Horrible and disgusting. As soon as I see parts of my body, every room in my basement seems to twist. That sack on the wall, the box in the corner. It makes me think there's a corpse in everything. Even that couch in the middle. Sitting there, watching people die.

“Where the fuck is he hiding, anyway? ”

Paan!

As soon as the blink turns, something pops from the right side. At the same time, a member grabs his thigh and collapses.

“Aah!”

“Fuck!”

Priest Air Gun. It must have sounded strange. Hide behind the stairs where the other cops came down, including the blink. A cop crawling up his thigh. I grabbed his clothes while biting his lips.

“Just a little more! Hurry up!"

“Ugh. ”

Heave-ho!

The sound of the air gun preparing to explode again. Instinctively stiff, but fortunately, this time it is a flare. Blackjack joins forces and grabs the injured cop.

“You okay?"

“· · · Ugh. ”

Slimy blood spills through the cracks of a cop's fingers. The smell of fungus from the basement coming up with a nasty smell. I frowned and pulled out a handkerchief and stopped the thighs.

“You don't look so good. Where did he get that gun? Please move it up!”

I unloaded the pistol. And after a short breath, I exchanged blinks and gazes.

“Do you want to go, or should I go? ”

“I'll go. ”

“Okay.”

Ta-ang! Bang!

Blacksmith fires a threatening shot where he is. As he drew attention, I had to quickly stick it behind the sofa that was hollow in the center of the basement. I can see his toes behind the couch.

"Bathroom."

His hideout was in the basement bathroom. Looks like a sewer behind his feet.

Taang!

Last bullet in the blink. I flew in front of him. The guy with the long air gun. He pointed a gun at me in surprise.

Bang, bang!

“Ahhhh!”

My bullet was faster. I fired straight into his belly and thighs. A man who stumbles and falls forward. The priest-air gun is fired at the ceiling of mourning due to the distorted angle.

Puang!

“Enter!”

Blackjack and cops leap into my screams. A man doesn't let go of a gun even with a twitching hand. His gun pointed down his chin.

Chop chop.

“No way!”

I pull the trigger, but it burns again. The gun and his jaw flew backwards after being kicked in the black. I leaned toward the man with my prodding feet. Handcuffs that squeeze your back with your knees. I sigh of relief and mutter.

“Ugh · · ·. ”

“If you want to die, search the courthouse. ”

Blacks also wiped off the radio while wiping off cold sweat.

“This ends here! Get me an M.E.!"

“Put down a stretcher to move the suspect. ”

A man who faints with his white eyes turned upside down like he can't be trusted. I just let go of my hand.

* * *

Coming up the basement, two police officers are hanging from a closed door on one side of the living room. Looks like the party is organized and transferred · · ·.

“What are you doing there? ”

“Ah! Yes. I think this is the bathroom. The victim didn't open the door. ”

Cops scratch their heads like they're embarrassed.

“Hey! We're real cops. ”

“The perpetrators here are now in police cars. ”

“Haha. Point taken. I called someone to open the door. You just come out and you pull yourself together in some weird place. ”

The police were annoyed with the nonsense. But I think I do. They're killing people like crazy. If you think a few ordinary cops have come, rather than Special Forces, you may think you've been overrun.

‘And you're afraid you'll find out you reported it. ’

Nice try, by the way. It seems that we locked the door and avoided it as soon as we came into the house.

Knock, knock.

I gently knocked on the bathroom door. Then he clears her throat and talks to her.

“Hmmm. Teacher. Do you remember my voice? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“This is Ko Ji-hoon, the policeman I spoke to earlier. Thanks to your courage, we got them all. So rest assured. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“You need to get out of here and go to the hospital. ”

Duck.

A door that opens after cutting my horse. I see a woman's eyes filled with anxiety through the cracks. She quickly looks around and confirms the presence of the police.

“Ahh · · ·. ”

Profit

And then the door opened wide. Tears fill the woman's eyes and she falls straight down on the threshold. The passing police handed her a blanket, and I wrapped it around her head.

“Off you go. You've done well. ”

“Ugh. ”

The woman who bursts into tears when the world dies. It cries like a child reborn in a blanket. I left the house, lifting her up. A place of hell that was clumped upon a desolate field.

“Hehe.”

The sky, which was only a palm-sized window in the bathroom, is near. The woman glanced at the sky with cloudy eyes. Even as I drive in the ambulance.

* * *

“Line it up! One, two, three! Investigate these guys until one o'clock, and the rest of you sleep tight! ”

“Yes! But I have to go to the soup shop in a little while. ”

“I'm coming. You stay here. Did they get the results?”

“Yes, the hair and blood found in the basement and the DNA of the missing persons in the incinerator behind the house. Where's the list? ”

A special unit for a crazy Russian police station. Three of the team leaders go up to the interrogation room and the rest go back to the jail. The size of the damage, and the number of people involved, led to the mobilization of Homicide detectives to deal with the order. I found a list of various documents on my desk and handed it to Mongdu.

“Here.”

“Oh, thank you. On the list, I was beaten by them. Choe Pil-yeon and his wife have not been found yet. And the list from the other department stores is almost right. ”

“Then the exact number of victims. ”

“Nine on the list. Now we have to go into the statement. But they also say that there are five strands of unoccupied DNA in noodles. One of them would be the reporter's boyfriend. ”

A woman who is a survivor and a reporter. She was in a hospital near her residence. Physical and sexual abuse, but most of all, mental.

“You can go later. If you don't, I'll listen to the doctor. Oh, shit. It's already time. The youngest! Get up there first! ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

I left the cluttered office and went up to the interrogation room. Two men in handcuffs in the waiting room. One of them must have gone in advance. Put the laptop on the table and look at him, familiar face.

“How's your head? ”

The one who got scolded for blacking out with an axe. Name · · ·. Choi Sik-heon, what a strange name. Choi is staring at me with puffy eyes.

“Come on. We're busy. Let's make this quick. Choi Sik-heon is twenty-two years old and was born unemployed in Kyungnam. Hehe. You've come a long way. ”

“Hey, I have a question. ”

“Cha Hyunho? He's in the hospital right now. The surgery went well, and it didn't affect your life. ”

I cut his head off and gave him the report.

“Now, here's a list of the murders that occurred in chronological order. Professor Kim Mujin is instructed by boss Nam Sang-taek · · ·. ”

“You said it was chaos.”

Suddenly, I stopped talking and looked at him. The eyes are very cold and sharp. I didn't realize. They hated the rich and tried to kill them. · ·

“You said you're young and distant, and you're the son of a charlatan's house. I know your kind very well. You think you're so good at meeting your parents. You filthy, sociopathic bastard. ”

Choi Hyuk-heon was blatantly hostile to me with a light front teeth. It shows that there is a class within the organization. Choi Sik-heon looks sharp like the others.

“I'll kill you. I should have killed and caught all you bastards. · · ”

He relentlessly pours out his wrath. It's no different than a curse. But that doesn't work for me. I've been through all the mid-Autumn Blitz, you son of a bitch.

“Talk to me! Son of a bitch!”

Choi Sik-heon's eyes are tingling as if to ask me to do something about it. Yeah, when are you gonna see the son of a bitch? I put down the pen.

“But · · · ·. ”

I slowly opened my mouth.

“Why are you half-assed? Son of a bitch?”

EP223. Inferior Mass End

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