The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth
Diploma 4. Fun Prison Life
Diploma 4. Fun Prison Life
Prisoners who finished their work in the afternoon gathered for activities. Someone kicks the ball, someone bends the arm, and someone grabs the foam for no reason.
“Hang on! This way! ”
A man who rides a ball fast. An unusual kick to a solid figure. The moment you flip your opponent's team and jump to the goal.
“Give it here! Darling!”
Jackson waves and signals, but the Dalgon ignores the ball lightly and picks it up. Slowly climb up the parabola, then quickly fall down the ball.
Fight.
The moment it hits the ground, it makes a strange sound. It's not a regular football, it's a rubber ball. The ball bounces a few times into the child's mother's arms, holding the opposing goalkeeper in its arms.
“That development bastard! ”
Jackson rolls his feet in fury. From the looks of it, all sorts of exercises are frustrating, but why do ball games kill people? Jackson runs to the Dalgon and grabs him by the throat.
“Can't you hear me asking you to come this way? ”
“It's better to just sharpen what I'm giving you. ”
“Wow, you've got some nerve. Just admit it's development, you son of a bitch! ”
Jackson, who used to mix foreign languages that are usually hidden, also pronounces a good word. A true Korean, no matter who sees it. The prisoners watching it burst into laughter.
“They're doing it again. ”
“Why does he keep coming out? I can't even kick the ball properly, so I'm going backwards. ”
“We don't have enough people. ”
“What else did you bet this time? ”
“Cigarettes, whatever. ”
Cigarettes and essentials sneak into the prison. At that time, the amount was different, so it was not possible to get money. Who will be the last pack of cigarettes to bet on this match?
“Are you going to do more? ”
2nd and 3rd line teams, including Jackson, Dalgon and Park Han Dong. The opposing team throws a ball and asks.
“You still have five minutes left. ”
“Three-zero? I don't want to lose my strength. ”
He sits on a bench and watches a man watching the game. A man called the Wheel. A man who penetrates the prison walls and connects to the outside gets a dirty nickname. I think I'm quite satisfied.
“Can I stop now? ”
“Yes. Take the last candy bar. Take the third candy. Take the second. ”
He searches his pockets and looks around. The police at the Sentry Post are far away, and I can't see where the guards are that are guarding the playground.
“Here you go. ”
The wheel throws a stone-packed tobacco gabby at the nearest person on the winning team with a toilet paper. It was only five without a pack, but the amount laughed at 100,000 won.
“Thank you. Haha. ”
The winners wipe their sweat with a towel and turn to one side of the playground. Maybe he'll suck on that delicious snack after his next job. Jackson flutters to suppress the boiling emotions. Park Han Dong is coming to him slowly.
“Hey, Mr. Contributor. ”
“Call me Jackson! ”
“Yes, Mr. Eujackson. Just quit smoking for a while. ”
Park Han Dong, who comforts not the same as above. Jackson looked at him with a ridiculous look. And groan, the Dalgon standing behind.
“Yes. Your skin is much better than it was when you first came. I heard you got kicked out by a girl. Ugly.”
“What? Who said that? ”
Jackson with a scratch on his ego. I shake my hand as if I didn't need it after biting. Who else knows Yoon Byeol and his story? It's just the damn Lord Goji Hoon. The Dalgon grinned and picked up the ball.
“There's a rumor going around. Anyway, let's just hang up and have another drink next time. ”
“Wake up. I won't let you in then. Something's stuck in his foot. If you kick it, it flashes in the east, it flashes in the west. I'm sick of it.”
“I just kicked it because I didn't want to give it to you. And fuck it. You sure you don't want me to tail you? I'm older than you. ”
“Piss off, developer. You're the one in prison. You think this is a real school? ”
When Jackson and Dalgon were together, they couldn't eat each other. The Dalgon swipes the ball at Jackson. Park Han Dong catches it lightly.
“Time is running out. ”
“Wait a minute. I killed him today and put a red badge on him. ”
“Oh, my God. The crying one every night looking for her mom. ”
“And what, where? Okha-dong? I'll write to your parents. Your son doesn't work in America, he's ironing in prison! ”
“Do you want to see someone die? ”
“Yes, you bastard. The sea I wished for!”
Park Han Dong shakes his head. What's wrong with just being normal like everyone else? He's always fighting like that and building a love.
Beep, beep, beep!
Sounds to indicate exercise time is over. The guard whistles into the microphone. After clearing the ball, Park Han Dong stood in line, leaving the two alone.
“There. 3220! 3590! ”
When the guard called the two men tangled up, Dalgon and Jackson fell. He had his hands on his hair with nothing to hold him by.
“Single file, go. ”
The guards, who were nowhere to be seen, appeared all at once and moved the prisoners. It was clear that I had hit five with a short break. Not long ago, neither did General Kim, and I saw some guards carrying a firecracker in their pockets.
Profit
“Hello?”
Whatever happened, after the job was done, the guard only took Haseong away. If it was the way it was, it should have been Haseong on the team, not the Dalgon!
“You lost?”
“How to win with development. ”
“Knng, knng. I smell something, by the way. ”
The Dalgon steps into the room and sniffs. Then, it smelled different than usual. The flavor of a · · · friend · unlike the horrible and tasteless prison food.
“Ta-da!"
HaSeong took out the envelope that he had hidden behind him. It was money gas, from basics to cheese or something. It's the perfect meal with salad and drink.
“Hey! What's this? ”
The moon looks back at the bag with its eyes wide open.
“Did the guard take you and buy you some gas? Why?”
“No, that's not it. Goo Ji-hoon came and went. ”
“Inspector Ko Ji-hoon? ”
A man who's been in trouble for a long time. They carved the name of the high chapter as they shared their food. Everything here but persecution has been in his hands.
“There was an artifact theft on the ramp a while back, and I need some advice on that. And he wants me to share it with him. ”
“Of course not. A thief knows his mind. ”
“It's super crispy. I'm so sick of it. ”
“Let's not say that when we eat. ”
“Han Dong, spaghetti in the front. ”
They crazily cleaned up the food. Plastic containers with quick flooring. The moon pokes its teeth and calms the horse out.
“Now that I'm here, isn't it really strange for you to say this, Goo Ji-hoon? ”
Ugh. You never miss a beat. Jackson frowned as if annoyed, but he had no choice but to be positive.
“You've been acting like you know me for a long time and helping me secretly. He said he met me when he was in California, but I really don't remember. ”
“Me, too. My mom was sick because only the kids in her family knew. First of all, I want to set up a car center. I don't know about that. ”
“Haha. That's me. I told my grandfather I was a friend. Why are you friends with a rich kid? You're busy skinning. ”
Jackson, Dalgon and Haas shared their impressions of Ji Hoon. I already talked about it several times, but I was surprised every time I talked about it. Gu Ji-hoon. Who the hell does he know so well about himself?
“The power of a large corporation, as well. ”
“Here comes another conspiracy theory. ”
Jackson, who had lived in the United States for a year, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
“But you, Han Dong, said, are you okay? ”
The Dalgon wipes his mouth and ignores Jackson's words.
“Well, when I first got here, ”
There was a man who troubled himself. However, it was true that after meeting Goji Hoon and telling him what to do, his life in prison became easier. He doesn't tell me the details, but he was helped by Ko Ji-hoon. Most of all, he knows his innocence. He's the only detective I've ever told.
“I'm sure he's not a bad person. ”
Park Han Dong put down a short conclusion and started collecting the rubbish together. Motives who shared their gaze follow him to organize their surroundings.
“No, who said anything about bad people? ”
“He's not a bad guy, he's a weird guy. ”
“It's okay if you buy me something to eat. ”
Roughly wiped to the ground, they lay on their throats tapping their bellies. It's getting late again. Everyone was staring at the cement ceiling with their eyes glaring.
Ew · · ·.
And the groaning comes from somewhere. The moon frowns and mutters.
“Here we go again. I've been trying to sleep. ”
“What time is it? ”
“I stopped counting ten times. ”
A man on the other side of the line. His name was Kang Suk Doo, a child abductor who shakes things up. The first victim is dead, but the second victim is rumored to have been rescued by special forces.
“I think I'd rather just die. ”
Countless attempts at suicide. I counted Jackson up to ten times, but he counted up to fifteen times. Not exactly hanging, but poking his wrist with a fork or drinking rocks or something.
“· · · Bad luck. ”
If Kang Suk-du tries to kill himself, he will rescue his motives, like a gumdrop. The rope was cut off, and cardiopulmonary resuscitation, as well as the ability to reach the fingers, induced vomiting. You persist. You try to die relentlessly, and then you bring it back to life again.
“Who? Probably the parents of the first child, right? ”
“The buyer? ”
The rumors went wild. The most convincing thing that sounds like a wild rumor. Kang Suk-du, the victim's parents, is living like hell.
“Is it just a coincidence? ”
“Coincidence? Then it's an astonishing fate. ”
The room with Gangseok Doo. In that room, he was the Devil. He's violent and perverted. Park Han Dong has a good relationship with most people in prison, but he also doesn't want to mix words with him.
“· · · At least not by chance. The guards know. ”
I recite it in a low voice. The terrible screams stop. No one will know if it was voluntarily stopped or deliberately disconnected.
“Last night when you were asleep, I had another seizure. Kang Seok-du.”
“But?”
“The guard just walked by. ”
As he was on patrol at dawn, he clearly heard the screams of Kang Seok-du. I turned my lantern, ignoring the screams of the man who shouted I was wrong, asking for help. The Dalgon saw it clearly.
“It's funny to say the same thing about being in jail. Actually, I don't care. No matter what happens to him. ”
Hassan nods freshly, too. A murderer who kidnapped a young child and killed it senselessly. It was an offense that was banned even in prison.
“It's quiet.”
“The victim's parents should have seen that. ”
Temporarily the buyer of the victim's parents, they concluded so. But there was a man who came to their mind at the same time.
"Ko Ji-hoon?"
No way. No way. That word was floating around in my head. But why does it remind me of Goji Hoon as a person who can do this?
“About Ko Ji-hoon. ”
HaSeong, who was lying quietly, opened his mouth. Jackson, Darcy, and Peppermint gasp as if they had sensed their thoughts.
“When will I get some more gas? It's delicious.”
That's right. They told me not to squawk, and gave me a pinky glass for no reason. The night grew deeper and deeper. Tonight, tomorrow night. Kang Seok-du's screams will resound in the prison.
Diploma 4. End of Fun Prison Life
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