The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

“Mom, why aren't you getting out? ”

“I don't know. Something's come up. The crew sister asked me to sit down, so let's stay calm. ”

“Yeah. I'm just on my way. The gate won't open. ”

“Hey!"

Passengers who are detained without even knowing it. It's an airport building right in front of us, but I don't know why the crew just sits there. They twist and twist as if they were a little sore. A man catches a passerby busy.

“What the hell is going on? Why aren't we getting off? ”

“Sir, I'm sorry. I can't open the door because of an internal issue right now. Just a little longer · · ·. ”

“I got a bus ticket and I'm about to blow it up! ”

“The company will reward you for that. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. I'm sorry."

It's not even hot, but the crew sweats a lot. There's nothing more I can do there to reward you. The passenger let her go with a request.

‘What the hell is going on? ’

From the time I left Manila, I felt like I wasn't. When he heard that the vice president of Korean Airlines was riding, he made a face that all the employees were ruined. Seo Seung-jo is the second son of the owner and the best of them is Crazy Dog.

“Sunbae, here. ”

The crew hands the ice glasses to her superior standing in front of the first-class compartment. The sound of shouting at the door. I can't see any signs of diminishing.

“Oh, yeah. ”

He raised his glass with a splendid look. It's like this is the only holy water to silence a frenzied monster. Then set the white champagne on a tray with napkins. The boss nods, and the woman opens the door.

Dalkak

“Vice President.”

First-class empty. No, to be precise, there were two men and women sitting at the back, but they didn't notice. The first thing to notice is the pilot and two crew members kneeling before the young man.

“The white champagne you mentioned. ”

Seo Seungjo's face was fluttering with excitement. No wonder I told you to pour it endlessly during your four-hour flight. The drunken one staggers and laughs.

“Follow.”

Then he looks down at the crew on his knees and raises his glass. A woman who shed tears. When I asked him to follow me for a drink, he said, "I can't do that in the manual." Seo Seung-jo's short words politely followed the crew to the champagne. Only the sound of carbonation erupting in a desolate space comes up.

“It's no big deal. It's a big deal. ”

“I'm sorry."

“Do you like it when I tell you to follow it? Huh?”

“I'm sorry."

“What is a manual? It's for the passengers. But you also need to know that if a passenger wants to, it's a reasonable compromise. What kind of stupid service is this? ”

Tsk.

Seo Seungjo shouted and poured champagne on the employee's face. I've already been slapped several times. Drinks are pouring out of my mouth.

“· · Sorry. ”

The leader closes his eyes, clenching his fist on his knee. I can't look at it. Something came up under my chest, but all I had to do was say I was sorry. Negotiate the manual on the plane. That's bullshit, but it's not bullshit.

‘Please stop. Please.'

Time has been delayed quite a bit. I have to tighten my head for the passengers and for my colleagues.

“And even though it's an airplane, ”

Seongjo mutters, looking down at his stained shirt. The sheets still have soy sauce and stubble if they have not been wiped.

“What if the gas is shaking like this while the passengers are eating. Huh?”

“I'm sorry."

The crew member who brought the glass of ice clenches his lips. A Seongjo who ignored saying that he would clean his bowl because he ate everything and landed. Of course, if the gas is leaning and it is cold, the soup will fall. Forces one to ten. Seo Seung-jo jumped for about 20 minutes. Now I look out the window, sitting in a chair, to see if the anger has subsided.

‘Let's stop, please! ’

Floating sentences on everyone's head except in his head. However, he attaches himself to the window as if he had found something.

“I · · · · ·. ”

Seongjo Seongjo's voice splashes between his teeth. The pilot's back is cooler. Shit. It doesn't end like a dodo.

“I told you not to open the door! ”

We can see passengers leaving quickly on the boarding bridge. The steps are heavy and light because of the delayed schedule. Seo Seung Jo threw the cup in his hand to the staff who were kneeling.

Get it!

Luckily, the cup flew backwards. But he wasn't just blown there to make threats. He got so excited, he misaimed.

“Get the X.O.! Son of a bitch!”

“I'm sorry, I can't leave the airlock. ”

“Can't you see the door's open? ”

The first Seongjo called to the deputy warden, but he couldn't leave the cabin until the door was opened.

“Who! Who told you to open it? ”

The same is true of the staff. The captain poured a blasphemous blasphemy into the deputy warden. It's almost like buying it and lighting it again. The two passengers in the back who were keeping an eye on the situation stood up.

“Now that the door is open, we'll get off too. ”

“Oh, sir. Wait, Hye-jung! ”

Standing crew calls for another employee to guide them. First class that should have been lowered first if it had been. The crew members take the two of them out, saying they're sorry. And then...

“Hey!"

Seongjo shouts, and the two passengers he shot are about to disembark. A woman in sunglasses slowly turns her head.

“Can't you see what's happening here? I can't get off.”

The man standing next to me also smiles absurdly. A man who touches his chin with his gloved hands. The woman whispers something to him quietly, ignoring Seoseongjo and taking a step forward.

“No, fuck! ”

A feverish Seongjo jumps up and attacks them. He has a bottle of champagne in his hand. The employees who were watching became deliberate and grasped his waist and arms.

“Vice President, Vice President! You can't do this! ”

“Let go! Let go of me! What?”

“I'm sorry, but not this time. Those are our guests. If you want to blame us, blame us. ”

Baaak!

“Aah!”

A broken bottle of champagne with a great sound. It was small, but the bottle was sick. The captain smashes his head on the floor and the bottle shatters with a sharp cross-section.

“Are you all right?"

“Ahh · · · · · · · Guest, look at the guest. ”

In the captain's words, the crew had no choice but to wait. The bottle gob in Seoseongjo's hand. It was a weapon, and it seemed like enough to stab a person from the way it had been seen.

“Ho.”

The female passenger sighs deeply and looks at her companion. A man called Hor. He puts on his leather gloves and approaches Seoseongjo. Then, men and police showed up with first-class doors open.

“That's bullshit.”

* * *

I frowned as I scoured the airplane. I've heard it on the news in my past life, and it's a big deal. Seongjo, who was heavily drunk, said, shaking the broken bottle.

“What?”

“Yes, I'm a cop. You're under arrest for violation of aviation safety and security laws. Hey, you okay? ”

I pulled up the marshal and handed him over to the police in the back. A lump of blood flowing from your forehead. The crew would like to follow behind him. And...

“Sir, let's go. ”

“Ah. Hold on there. I have to make a statement because I need it as a witness. Let's see. ”

As I turn my shirt back on my pocket, Seoseongjo sees a gap and comes at me. To be precise, they'll be aiming for a passageway through the entrance that opens behind me.

“Yay!”

“Can't you let go of this? You don't know who I am, do you? ”

I grabbed the wrist of the Seongjo holding the glass bottle and the opposite shoulder. I don't know if those brainless bastards say the same thing with money.

“Yes, Seo Seung-jo, Vice President of Korean Airlines. ”

The Vice President's business card is embarrassingly young. You were born with a super aphrodisiac when you were a kid. Seo Seung-Jo sings his teeth, bending his arm to hit me.

“Aah!”

“Ouch. Ouch! ”

And rip my eardrums, screaming in my ears. I pushed him into the seat and twisted his arm.

“Son of a bitch! ”

“Shut up. Shut up. ”

“You, you bastard. ”

“Why should people get so small in front of you? What are you saying? You're the one who's insignificant. ”

I let out a sigh of muttering and pulled out my handcuffs. And I tied his wrists tightly.

“Handcuffs? Hydraulics? ”

“Why? Fill my feet? ”

Seo Seung-jo laughed as if the situation was unbelievable. You're drunk. It's like he's playing a game.

“Haha! You son of a bitch, you're on the run. ”

“Good. I was thinking about tying my feet. ”

“I'll let you undress. I'll put you in a shithole for the rest of your life. You don't think I can do it? You think I can't do it? ”

Thaad

Fall down and shout evil. I bump my arm against a long crooked leg.

“Uh, I don't think so. ”

“I've been drinking. Why can't you see the situation? You stupid, stone-headed son of a bitch!"

“I'm Gu Ji-hoon. ”

“What?"

Other cops help me defeat Seoseongjo. I raised myself up and robbed him of the body that was pressing him.

“I'm Gu Ji-hoon. You know?”

Fat, Seongjo's face twists even if I want to talk nonsense now. You look familiar. Shuan's discount seems to be asking why I came to Incheon.

“Can I tell you something else? ”

I clenched my wrist and clenched my fist. And his smooth forehead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Aah!”

I grabbed three in a row. A core honey balm disguised as a honey balm. Tears gush out from Seoseongjo's eyes with a cool scream. The policeman who was watching next to you muttered in secret.

“Whoa. Maybe it's broken. ”

I gripped my fist again with a smile.

Shhh.

And I swung my fist as hard as I could, and I shot him in the face. Seoseongjo tightens her eyes. I said with my fist closed.

“And even if I grab you here, even if I grab you and turn you into an anti-asshole, you won't be able to do anything. ”

Seo Seung Jo opens one eye. Then I smiled, lowering my raised hand.

“We know that aviation is a terrorist attack. It was inevitable during the conquest. ”

“You, you · · · ·. ”

“Whose side do you think the press is on? ”

Is it just the press?

“What about the people at the company? Yeah. What about the famous family? If you're curious, try it yourself. ”

Seoseongjo looks around. Fearful staff, faceless cops. Here, he's not on his side.

“Do you want to try it? ”

“· · · · · · · It rumbles. ”

Seo Seung Jo cautiously lowers his eyes. But I have pride, so I don't ask you to look at it or to make a mistake. I try to avoid this situation as soon as I hear my stomach growling.

“Vomit. It's not your plane anyway. ”

“It's really buzzing. Can the police do this? Yo?"

“Can you do this with the Vice President's card? ”

Baaak!

“Aah! Son of a bitch! ”

The last time I saw Seo Seung Jo's head, I looked at the police.

“Instead of waiting for her at the airport, drive her straight to the jail. I think the attorney in the house will pop up barefoot. ”

Suddenly, I'm surprised. A blackout about having a meeting to clear out the main motorcycles. I warned Seoseongjo.

“You throw up in a hard place, you clean it up. ”

“· · Ha. Damn it, motherfucker! ”

“Take a thorough investigation and write an apology in jail. You're going to be in Seoul anyway. ”

I tapped his cheek while checking his watch.

“I'm handing it over to the Xian Special. Stay calm. If you hear the sound of bullshit in the meantime, you're dead. ”

Seo Seung Jo was dragged into the hands of the police, muttering an unknown word. A first-class car that has been swept away by a commotion. The staff picks up the glass on the floor, and the two guests, both men and women, step forward.

“Hold on. Hold on. ”

I put my hand on the wall and stopped them. A woman in sunglasses takes off her glasses slightly. Fingers that fit perfectly with long red nail polish.

“You're Ryusea, right? ”

EP228. Do you want to try it? End

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