The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Jaffo Company in the middle of the night. Hours after which few employees left work. The headquarters' office was lit up. Finally, the car class where you organize your documents. He looks at his glowing secretary as he is far from the darkness.

“You haven't heard from him yet? ”

“Yes. You said you'd answer by tomorrow, so I suggest you wait a little longer." ”

“Yes, too much time is wasted trying to get new favors. Can you confirm how far the police investigation is going? ”

“No. I'm reaching out to you, but I can't. ”

“Ha. Please, that faggot has to take it. ”

He opens the safe and mutters a sigh. Inside was a pile of cash, gold ingots, and stocks. They packed it in their sport bag and prepared it so that it could splatter at any time.

“What about the plane ticket? ”

Then, two men in black suits came into the office.

“Oh, my God. ”

The car chassis drops its bag in shock. What are the impressions of two men in the dark? There is no way to explain how ugly they look. I'd say it's an evil spirit. He was the owner of such a shape that could tear a man to death with his eyes.

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“What, what are you talking about? ”

A man looks around the office and asks. My secretary translated for me in the middle. She's fluent in English and Chinese, Spanish as well. Chagyeong-kyung felt really strange whenever she exercised her abilities. It's not for you to say, but why would he jump into a brothel with that kind of power?

“Are you ready?" he asked. ”

“Hey, you're all set. Just wait a little longer."

“Law office. ”

According to the secretary, two men nod and sit on one side of the office. And men who take out cigarettes with their lazy hands. I was the one in the office who didn't even eat food because the couch smelled good. Cha Kyung Kyung is going to say something and shut up.

“Yes. What good would that do? I'm leaving anyway. ”

The men laughed and exchanged words with each other as if they didn't care about the words of the car class. Each finger holding a cigarette has a mix of scattered and distinct tattoos. One tattoo caught my eye.

“They said it was gangsters, but it must have been a group. ”

“What?”

“Their tattoos. They're all drawn on the side of your wrists. Clearly that's new, too. ”

The secretary listened to the words of the car teacher and cautiously provoked them. It's dark and far from here. I can't see very well. Nice eyes. The Chief of Staff nods and takes care of the paperwork as if it were a rough idea.

“Jo Heerak and the kids, ask them if their lives are okay. Bastards. You know I'm struggling with them. ”

His secretary lays down a bundle of cash and speaks to men in fluent Chinese. Several meaningless conversations followed, and the men smiled. On the contrary, the secretary's face is slightly stiffened.

“I'm doing well. ”

“What, that's it? It's been a long conversation. ”

“· · Live like the King of the Philippines. Day and night, he told us to clear out the real estate quickly on the women's shelf and move on. There is no heaven. ”

“Damn it.”

You seem to be doing a lot better than I expected. Hold on, asshole. If you go, I go! The car class smiled with a warm paradise in its head. The secretary staring at it pitifully.

“Keep a bundle for yourself. Just in case.”

She pushes a bunch of money toward the car chassis and closes the bag zipper. And I sat down and called out to the two men who were picking Norgarees.

“ . ”

“Tsk, tsk. ”

The two conversations were over, waiting, it would be enough. The men were launderers sent by Jo Heerak from the Philippines. Money laundering, actually. It's a well-known gang gang in China.

‘I don't need to know that. ’

I don't want to know. Who knows what the Chinese mob or the Russian mob will know if the money laundering is clean? The men strap on their bags, leave behind a simple ceremony, and leave.

“Okay, then. ”

The car looked at his assistant with a suit jacket and a briefcase.

“Let's go home?”

“Won't you have a drink in a long time? ”

“Oh, good. It worked, to commemorate your retirement. ”

“Well, isn't bankruptcy closer than leaving? ”

“Anything? Just get the money and we're good. ”

As they left the office, they extinguished the remaining fire. Jeffrey Company, completely plunged into darkness. They were having wine at a bar near their house and talking about the rosy future. A mobile phone with a ringing hood, as the spirits are going up a little bit.

“Tonight? A woman?"

The secretary frowns slightly and asks again. However, as soon as I checked the caller, the car chaser flashes and closes his mouth with his fingers. It means to be quiet.

“It's a courtesy call. ”

* * *

“Hey, boss. Sorry I'm late.”

I walked around the Special Forces office with my phone tucked between my chin and shoulders. Sitting room for members of the Special Forces team as well as for members of the investigative team. The operation has begun, under the plan to "blow up" the Ponzi schemers. In the office, Mongdu's tune was playing fast music.

“I'm having a drink with my friends.”

The laughter of detectives poking through beats. Give an orange juice to a blinked detective.

“Hey, I gave you too much. ”

“As much as I love you. Just drink it.”

I was slowly looking back at them and talking to the car. He is also surrounded by background music and loud sounds.

“My friends are really excited about the prospectus. ”

Haha. Really? It's a great opportunity.

“So I decided to raise some money with them. That's a lot of money. ”

Oh, how long do you think you'll be?

“Han· · · ·. ”

I see two black palms stretching out in my pause. I said with a smile.

“A billion?”

“No, that bastard. I said a billion. ”

“Nigga, you just stay put. Units are different. Units. ”

A little silence, I say. I tapped the receiver and blew him.

“Hello?"

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, but how long do you think you'll be able to invest?

“What's taking so long? I'm saving it up with the kids. Let's do it tomorrow."

Okay, I'll arrange an investment contract and come see you tomorrow.

“Yes, of course. Goodbye."

I closed my phone and approached my team. Blacks and blues to clear your butt. I sat on the couch and picked up the stacked documents in front of me.

“Here we go. Keep checking. There are three distribution books in the Southern District. This is Mongdu and Detective Jang, four Western locations. The rest of the investigative team will handle this. ”

“Okay.”

Mongdu and the investigative team responded as instructed by the team leader.

“When I meet the youngest, the extra personnel, including me and Blackie, will go to the headquarters. Blackie. Take care of the warrant. If you leave him behind like last time, he'll die. Very.”

“No, my older brother was talking about it ten years ago. Have you been drinking orange juice? ”

The Team Leader does not blink, despite Blacksmithing protests. That's what happened. Mongdu's eyes meet me, and he smiles.

“Huh? You bastard? Are you laughing?”

“Me? No. ”

“Shut up. Let's make sure the youngest doesn't make a mistake." If you don't, you'll lose a lot of money. Chief Kim is crying. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

“And as planned. You know?”

“Haha. Of course. ”

The team leader asked me to speak with a worried tone. I'm sorry and thankful that I use Savvy every time this happens. But I can't help it. That's a lot more money than the police department's budget.

“One last head check. ”

“Yes. Oh my. Big brother. What are you so worried about? What do you mean, we do what we do? ”

Crap.

“Aah!”

As BlackBerry takes over the honeymoon properly, the investigative team turns over the paperwork, noticing it. That's how each night went, the next morning.

Bloop.

“Young master.”

I woke up to Chairman Kim's voice, opening the office door slightly. Teammates also fall asleep crouched in the corner of the couch.

“Yaaam. You're here? ”

“Yes, the suit you need here. ”

It's hot to sleep together. I carefully stood up on my feet, raising my head. Then I went out into the hallway with Director Kim. Two shopping bags he gave me. One for clothes, one for breakfast.

“I packed for the team, but there's more people. ”

“I joined the Bureau of Investigation. Thank you.You 'll stop by and go straight to work, right? ”

“Yes, but Master · · ·. ”

Chief Kim tilts his head out.

“Did you have anything with the First Master since that day? ”

“What? Pasta? ”

“Yes.”

“I don't know. Should I say no or should I say yes? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“There is such a thing. But why?”

Ancient. This bastard should clean up this case right now. It bothered me, but I got caught well.

“First, the young master asked me how you were doing. What are you doing these days? ”

“Him?”

“Yes, not him! The First Master.”

Chief Kim slaps his mouth as if he made a mistake. By the way, there's a lot of work under one roof. Chief Kim, I shrugged my shoulders as if I had no idea. Actually, there is a way.

‘Ryusea contacted the Department of Probation. I told my brother your name. No, that would put Leucia in a lot of trouble. Most likely stabbed through a third party. ’

“I'll contact first brother directly, so don't worry about Director Kim. ”

“Hmm · · · I get it. Please let me know if there's anything else I can do. ”

“Yes. Take care. ”

“Young Master!”

“Yes?”

Director Kim gripped two fists and said to me with a resolute look.

“I'm always on your side! ”

“Suddenly?”

“If you say anything to the young master, I'll testify. The young master made a mistake first. ”

It looks like he is speaking with two fists lowered. I tapped his hand with a smile. Still, it's not bad to hear it firsthand.

“Don't worry. That's not gonna happen. I'm going in first.”

I greeted him and went into the office. There were several team members, including Mongdu. According to the clock, soon it'll be time for everyone to go to work.

“Here we go!"

The team leader claps and wakes the rest of them up. Like a mother trying to send a child to school.

“Let's get up. We have to go to work! ”

* * *

A lounge cafe overlooking Seoul. I waited for the car class, wearing the suit Director Kim had prepared for me. Uniform cops sitting across the street. I drink coffee normally on my signal

“Mr. moon.”

At that time, the car class appeared with a secretary. A man sitting in front of me with a soft smile.

“Welcome.”

“I'm sorry. The car was a little out of control. ”

“No, it's okay. ”

“Other friends · · ·? ”

“Unlike me, I'm a little busy. He should be here any minute. Let me show you the contract. ”

“Oh, yeah. Here you go."

Advanced leather cover files. I handed over the paper pretending to read it carefully. Then he smiled and pulled out the fountain pen from inside his pocket.

“Can I sign here? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“So the main bank is the China International Bank? ”

“By midnight today · · · ·. ”

“Ah. There's no need for that. Wait for me."

I picked up the phone and made a call.

“China International Bank 57366029 · · ·. Yes, please put it right away. ”

Chagyeong-kyung drank water to see if his throat was burning. I smiled and nodded at him.

“Check it out. Not my friends, just mine. ”

My assistant picks up her phone and leaves. He smiles as if trying to break the awkward silence.

“Sir, the deposit has been made. ”

“How much?”

“Three billion.”

The car glass sends a signal to the secretary. Take care of the incoming money immediately. She nods and I stand up. And simultaneously moving undercover cops. They were all dressing up to match the dress code.

“Yuck!”

The police grabbed the secretary's wrist and stopped contacting her and confiscated her cell phone. Since it's an overseas account, it takes some time to place a block.

“I'll be in touch soon. ”

“Well, what is it? Ms. Grant? ”

After the block is jammed, a signal will come out when you put in contact with the three billion people who are touching the bait. Whoever it is will be joyful if they follow it. I took a single sip of coffee in front of me and looked at the car class.

“Come on, my friends. ”

EP234. My Friends End

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