The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

“Good Morning ―”

I stopped by to say good morning. As soon as you open the office door, it smells like hooks coming up. Something squishy stabs you in the nose. There are still traces of it running until dawn that day.

“I am.”

“I think it's better to be young. Look at Monkey Doo and his youngest. ”

The team leader is lying on the couch with his dying face. I don't know. Looks like the team leader's the only one who can't handle himself. I put my coat on, smiling.

“I'm a little overwhelmed. ”

“So am I. I don't know if it's hangover or what. ”

Mongdu continued to take an ion drink. Blackouts seem to be more sleepy than anything else. This is how I can do my job today.

“I hope it goes well. ”

“What?”

“A case. It's a real pain in the ass when something big like this happens. ”

Oh, it worked. I smiled slightly to agree and then checked my calendar. Three days later, Leucia arrives at the airport around 2 p.m. If nothing happens, we'll have to use order.

Bloop.

As I was about to start working with my heavy body, the office door opened wide. Unlike a dingy cage, very light and cheerful.

“Good morning. Ugh!”

Isara Pro greets vigorously and panics. Scratch your nose as if the smell of alcohol was embarrassing.

“Everyone must have run. ”

“Sorry, do you need some air? ”

“I washed it this morning. Do you smell that? ”

Isara smiled awkwardly and placed a pile of documents on her desk. Paper stacked about the height of the palm of your hand. Mongdu picks up a copy and gives it a rough look.

“What is this? ”

“This is a case that the main office is investigating lately. I think it's a little big. It's a ploy to get cooperation from each police station and gather information. ”

I thought you said headquarters meant the police department. It's a case they're investigating. I heard the paperwork too. The case name on the cover, 'Ponzi Fraud’, briefly explained by giving paper to the lying team leader.

“It's not hard to say. It's like a pyramid. You give the money from the person in front of you as a form of income to the person behind you. ”

A pays his investment. And then B's investment. The host returns a portion of B's investment to A in the name of proceeds. No business activity, but a money-making structure.

It's like a trick, · · · · spinning a bomb that attracts people in this way. I flipped the back of my eyebrows slightly frowned.

“That's quite a damage report. ”

“I think it's because it's trending. It's early in the case, so we'll have to investigate further. So I think we should also move the case to the headquarters. ”

Ponzi scam. A lot's happened in my past life. Don't blink, cover the paperwork. I don't think it's our job to relocate anyway.

“Okay. We'd appreciate it if you'd take the case. Especially on a bad day like today. ”

“Oh, right. And this.”

Isara took out a small envelope from her coat pocket.

“I got it on the way up. Chief Goo Ji-hoon came to see you. But next to him, it says" Detective Black. "”

“Who sent you? ”

“Hmm. Previous reporter? ”

Ah. Here they come. I carefully ripped the entrance open with a cutter knife. Blackouts also come to my side when their names are mentioned. Team members watching the content with curious expressions.

“Hey.”

As soon as I saw the photo in the envelope, I was amazed. Mongdu also nods, nodding his head.

“Nice shot. ”

As I was about to take a step back, Blackie grabbed my clothes with his left hand and crushed Choi Heok Heon with his right hand. I can't see my face because my head is tilted, but my frown is like a Roman warrior. His enormous muscles look muscular thanks to his soaking wet T-shirt while climbing the mountain.

“Awesome.”

Blackjack can't keep his mouth shut, looking at the picture. I feel the power of blackouts in a vivid sense of urgency. And that power reminded me of balance and sacrifice.

“Can I take this? ”

“Do it. I can't even see my face. ”

“Yeah, it's a picture of my life. Awesome. We should hang it in the living room. I have to buy a frame on the way. ”

“You're not putting it on the table? ”

“Too small? Can you zoom in on the photo studio? ”

I shrugged my shoulders, meaning I'm not sure. One small photograph. Blackouts look captivated by their fabulous appearance. By the way, he was right to send you a really nice picture. I was a little nervous because he was so wicked. Mack seems calm and relaxed.

“But they said that the original and the copyright would be owned by a former journalist. ”

Isara flicks her fingers on my words. It's like you've noticed something.

“That's right. That's at the end of the year. Reporter Award. This time I'm adding a photo section, and I think that's what you're going to pay for it. ”

“Korean journalist?”

“It's called South Korea's Pulitzer Prize. Originally knight-driven, the screening sector was added as a way of raising popularity. It's your first year so look forward to it. The picture is really good. ”

Isara nods admirably. This face is worth looking at. She had a point. So transferability is copyright and carries out the original.

Ta-da!

“Anyway! Come back! ”

Isara takes a deep breath and claps her hands. The distracted team members get together in a moment. She finishes by checking her watch to see if she's busy.

“Check your face for wanted suspects. ”

Decline

“If you have any other information, please share it quickly. ”

The hand handing over the report becomes urgent. We know, nod and satisfactorily grab the office doorknob.

“You've been busy all morning. ”

“Is it? It's more spacious than usual. ”

Bloop.

The only one who disappears after saying that. Is he naturally physically incinerated? I erased some thoughts and pushed the report into the drawer. One thought that's not our jurisdiction. Right. Missed me.

* * *

And after three days, Incheon Airport. Spacious, clean and busy like the world's largest airport. The excitement of someone going on a trip. Confusion of someone arriving. Anyway, unstable emotions blend together to create a strange atmosphere.

“Would you like some coffee? ”

Airport police give me a car with a nice four-year-old smile.

“No, thanks. ”

“You seem very nervous. ”

“Do I look like I do? ”

“Yes. I didn't think much of it because of one woman. You must be pretty important, huh? ”

I laughed silently. We've been waiting an hour for Ryusea to get on the plane with the airport. Z20885. Arrival time of plane departing from Manila blinks red. You have about 30 minutes left.

“It's a beautiful day. ”

“I see.”

A large window in the office shows planes waiting for the airport. Endless space. Occasionally, the noise of the landing made me tickle my mind.

‘Soon I will meet Ryusea. ’

That said, we could definitely find out who killed the sea water. It's been like 20 years, the fact that I've been curious and curious for 20 years. I nervously looked out the window with my hands twitching.

Woohoo!

At that time, I saw a plane that landed far away with the letter Z20885 on the small lightboard flashing.

“Is that it?”

“Yes, I think so. Let's get you ready.”

“Hey, wait a minute. I'll drink it all. ”

The police show their hands, sipping the rest of the coffee at once. The plane ran down the runway in a loud voice. And it slows down slowly and completely stops.

“Are you going to take over the gate? ”

“Yes, apparently there are passengers. Please take your luggage separately. ”

“I understand.”

Dental.

“Ah. Here's the security team waiting. I'll go down to the judging panel. Give me a radio as soon as the door opens. ”

In front of the passport panel is where we're going to arrest Ryusea. He is a domestic, so he will finish the screening quickly. Me and the cops walked out of the waiting room to the immigration team. By the way...

“Is something wrong? ”

After a long time, I couldn't see the passengers. There were people approaching, but they were passengers on other planes who had arrived earlier.

Dental.

“Is the gate on page Z20885 open? ”

Airport police keep an eye on the situation on the radio. And I'm sorry to hear that.

There seems to be a service problem on the inside of the plane. There's a connection between the boarding passages, but the airplane doors are not opening.

A serviceable problem? What's the problem with service being blamed for arriving at the destination anyway? I turned to the police like it was something, but they couldn't know. He was with me the whole time.

“Is there a problem? ”

When I asked, I listened to the radio again as if the police wanted me to wait.

“You mean you don't know exactly what's going on? ”

Ta-da, ta-da.

Then, the sound of footsteps instead of radio answers. I can see the crew rushing in. The uniform shows that they are Korean airline employees flying the Z20885. I could sense that something unusual was happening.

“Hey!"

And quickly followed behind them. Employees who don't lose a smile while busy. He gestures to his colleagues as if they should go first.

“Yes, sir. What's the matter?”

I pulled the police ID out of my pocket. It was a short moment, but the crew accompanies them lightly, whether it was urgent or not. It may seem unconscious.

“We have a suspect aboard the Z20885. I was waiting for you, but you said the door wouldn't open? ”

“Ah.”

The employee stretched as if he remembered what he had been delivered. And know that you are not a guest, and quickly make your way to the gate.

“Problems. ”

“What's the problem? ”

“The Vice President of the Korean Airport is on the flight today. But there's been some noise since we left. ”

Vice President of Korea Airport. Memory of my past life that passes through my mind. Employees are gathering in front of the gate that does not open. Everyone looks embarrassed and embarrassed. The passageway for passengers to cross is empty.

“Sir, shouldn't we call the police? ”

“Nonsense! ”

“It's already been 20 minutes. ”

“So let's wait a little longer. I think that's enough. It's like you're touching me here for nothing and pouring oil on a burning house. ”

“But · · · ·. ”

“If you're not going to take responsibility, stay put. ”

According to the supervisor, the crew shuts up and looks at the gate. They seem to know what's going on.

“This is Chief Inspector Ko Ji-hoon of the Special Forces of the Xian Police Station. ”

A frowny man who looks like someone called him. However, I avoid clear-headedness when I hear it.

“There seems to be a problem inside. ”

“Just a moment, please. This is an internal company issue. It will be resolved shortly. ”

“Why? Did the boss say he spilled noodles? ”

The man looks at me in surprise.

“Or did the crew say they didn't pour the wine? The line says the service is a mess. Pretend no one's coming down. When you open the door, you turn everything upside down. ”

“Hey! I told you not to leak outside! ”

The crew member who was accompanied by the embarrassed man flinches his hands in panic.

“I didn't say anything! ”

I said, "Well, I'm not interested in all this. ”

“Tubes · · · What? ”

I look at the ticking watch and head toward the gate.

“Let's open the door first. Pass it on."

The crew looked at their supervisor. Passenger safety was also the guidance they had to follow, even if it was given by the Vice President. A man who stops worrying.

“I have business in there. ”

“But · · · ·. ”

Then he tapped the radio on the employee's chest and smiled faintly.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it. ”

EP227.Closed Gate End

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