Regression Reset Life of Police

6. What happened in volunteer work

By exactly 30 days, the camp was over.

Most cried and promised for next year, few laughed together.

Everyone cried about not doing anything even though there was a girls' high school next door.

Hoo, it's hard to talk on the phone. Right?

There are still more base stations that don't explode than those that don't.

There was a smile around Jong-hyuk's mouth.

"Long time no see, Kwon PB. How is the atmosphere in Yeouido?"

I don't work the same way. Well, I think he's starting to sense danger. Although very few.

"What about Hong Kong?"

They also got an office in Hong Kong and created a paper company.

The purchase for it is complete. If it explodes properly, I think I'll get 30 times more from here.

"Ho, was it still there?"

Japan, Hong Kong, Wall Street.

Gambling investment products related to Korean bankruptcies handled by global securities firms such as Nomura Securities and JPMorgan.

It is a product that focuses on falling, not rising.

When a crisis becomes visible, it disappears first.

It was a close call.

As Korea's bankruptcy became visible, global securities firms turned to prevent them from signing up for products issued or drastically reducing their receipts.

Although a paper company was created in Hong Kong to sign up for such a product, it was unclear whether it could be signed up, but it was close to being able to make a purchase before turning point.

"Thank you very much."

Well, but as our plan says, if we've got a longer time...….

"No, the IMF's mother-in-law won't last long."

……Was our power so great?

The power of the people is great. The power of Koreans to rise up when a crisis strikes.'

Gold collection movement.

The united power of Koreans changed the world's view.

"Just believe me. Just like I've always been."

-……Phew, I got it. Who would I trust if I didn't trust Mr. Jong-hyuk?

"Ha ha."

How's your night-time going? Are you done with the regular?

"Regular?"

Jong-hyuk looked at the desk.

Black training top wrapped in plastic.

Above the roaring white tiger, the three letters "Dongilgo" are engraved, and the letter "regular" is engraved underneath it.

2 days and a half, 30 wins a day.

Jong-hyuk took the regular position before anyone else in the same high school judo team.

"Well, it was gum."

Silence fell over the phone for a moment.

Only Kwon A-young will know whether it is uncomfortable or happy.

Wow, congratulations! Shouldn't we have a celebration drink or a celebration party?

"I'd love to, but...…."

Jong-hyuk is smacking his lips.

"I have to go to volunteer work."

What?

Volunteer activity

It has been implemented in Seoul and five metropolitan elementary, middle and high schools since last year, and all universities have announced that they will score community service activities starting this year.

It was a must for Jong-hyuk, who was aiming for police and law schools at Hankuk University.

* * *

Namdaemun Market is full of people.

It's noisy from the entrance.

"Gollagola, grab it! Pick!"

The man who goes up on the stand of the rear car and spits out words that he doesn't know whether it's rap or not.

The ladies who grab a shopping basket in one hand and stretch their arms to get some pretty clothes.

"Come here, student! I'll give you a good deal! It's delicious!"

"U.S. Army, sell walkers!"

A woman selling japchae hotteok waves her hand, and a teenage boy shouts loudly in the far alley.

While walking like that, I looked back at the sound of someone calling me.

" Jong-hyuk아!"

So-young and Su-ho are running.

"Take your time. You're going to fall."

"Hehe. Oh, congratulations on being a regular!"

"Now all you have to do is win the gold medal?"

"There are two dung puppies." I saw it in a month, and it seems that the tail is more mischievous.

"Wow, this is Namdaemun."

"Huh? Soyoung, you've never been here?"

"Yes, I usually go to department stores. Suho, have you been here?"

"I've been around a lot. There's nothing missing here."

"Really?"

"Right. There was nothing without Namdaemun at this time." Cheonggyecheon Stream and Namdaemun, where you can get a tank if you pay for money.

It was a sad memory, but Jong-hyuk's eyes were sweeping the entire market.

"Is there a stain?…."

"Huh? Dirty?"

"Oh, no."

"Oh, I'm at the market and I'm looking for pickpockets first." So the habit was scary.

"Let's go."

It was Namdaemun Police Station that Jong-hyuk led them.

So-young hesitated as she stood at the door.

"Jong-hyuk, is it really okay to do it here?"

Police stations and police stations are where criminals go. She was bound to be difficult and frightening. The same was true of Suho.

"Trust me, there's no place as comfortable as here."

It's a honey-sprinkling place in the world, and I've been planning to make it more honey-sprinkable.

"Well, really?"

Jong-hyuk opened the door instead of answering.

Ring!

Eyes gathered and scattered.

"Go to the left of the subway station and...…."

"Kim Jong-doo, the leader of the gang, sent me here."

"Huff?"

When the police froze at the word of a gang leader, a man with glasses, who appeared to be in his early 50s, walked out of the house.

"Oh, you're them, aren't you? Same high school?"

'Gyeongjeong?' Mugunghwa 3, police chief. It was a long time ago.

Jong-hyuk managed to hold onto his hand as he tried to climb reflexively. Instead, he bent his back 90 degrees.

"Good morning, warden! It's Choi Jong-hyuk!"

"Oh, hello!"

"Hello!"

"Huh? Uh... hahahaha! Yes, this man is Park Chang-do, the warden. You're here for volunteer work? Come on in. Sungchan, here are three drinks! Coffee for me!"

They were guided to the inner conference room, and soon the drinks came out.

Well, Jong-du asked me to be nice to him.….’

Unlike the two who looked around the conference room, Park Chang-do squinted at Jong-hyuk, who was sitting too comfortably.

Dongil High School violence, attempted fraud, and pork cutlet kidnapped in Guro-dong.

Among them, violence in middle schools overturned the whole country.

Since then, an investigation has been conducted at middle and high schools across the country, and it has once again overturned Korea as it was found to have been devastated.

It was almost like a war on school violence was declared.

Perhaps because of this, Kim Jong-du's promotion to the main office had been almost confirmed.

He wanted to enter the office even though he was not in the main office.

You said you'd better just do what you want, 'cause you're a smart guy. Where...'

"Well, what do we do?"

"What?"

"There's nothing for you to do at our police station.…."

Even if you try to clean it up, cleaning is done four or five times a day.

'I know, I know.'

Only police officers suffer what his eyes are. To be honest, police stations are cleaner than banks.

That's why I chose the police box.

I don't clean my room often, but I didn't want to call it cleaning my company.

"But I can't have you guys take criminal reports."

"What?"

"Hahaha! I'm just kidding! Just kidding!"

Jong-hyuk squinted at the two white-faced and Park Chang-do, smiling only at this side.

"Look at this guy."

I want something.

Jong-hyuk noticed what it was at once. A smile spread around his mouth.

This is the most comfortable way to talk.’

The story I was going to bring up.

"We want to patrol like the cops!"

"…Patrol?"

"Yes! And I want to guide the lost and help the needy."

"Oh, that must be hard……."

Patrol is in the police's domain, not in the hands of these little boys.

but

"So I want to let the police know that the police officer is kind, that the police station is also worthwhile if they don't come because they're afraid of other kids."

Flinch!

For a moment, something passed through Director Park Chang-do's head.

"Oh, really? Aren't you coming to the police box because you're really scared?"

"Yes, I have a strong feeling that police stations are scary places."

I feel like I have to clean hard even if I clean the same place, and I feel like I have to walk looking around.

Perhaps because of this feeling, police stations are actually at the bottom of youth volunteer activities until the far future.

"Right?"

So-young and Su-ho nodded at Jong-hyuk's question.

" None of my friends went to the police station to volunteer."

"Yes, they all went to the town office or the orphanage! It's YMCA!"

"Well, that's what I'm saying.…."

A police box that's not popular with the kids.What if I change this perception?If the director of a police station wants to be promoted, the performance is also a performance, but how the police station was established is important.

Among them, a heartwarming story is a very good subject.

Furthermore, Jong-hyuk is a child who has won a brave civil award for helping many cases. You'll get quite a bit of attention.

The chief, who thought so far, laughed in vainly.

"This guy?"

"What?"

"What's the example, man? You don't act in front of a cop like an old man."

Only then did Jong-hyuk grin.

As expected, I thought I'd notice quickly. The player cannot be deceived, and he did not intend to be deceived anyway.

At the smile, Park Chang-do stuck his tongue out.

"This guy, Shiki. He's a real player."

There's no such thing as a slick. It's like dealing with a rolling and rolling person.

"Hhh, what then?"

"Yeah, I'll do what you say. I'll give you plenty of volunteer time! 20 hours?

"30 hours at this rate! Thank you!"

"Oh, my... Sungchan!"

"Yes, warden!"

Gulp!

The door of the conference room opened.

"They're wearing vests. You know those security patrol armbands? Fill that up, too. No, just fill the walkie-talkie."

I had to make sure when I did.

Su-ho and So-young couldn't come to their senses due to the sudden swiftness, and Jong-hyuk stood up relaxed.

"Oh, but what would you do if I didn't give you permission?"

"Then maybe...You must have gone to another police station, right?"

Another police station with a warden who wants to be promoted.

"You're a slob. Go on."

"Yep! Oh, loyal!"

"Oh, yeah. It's loyalty, you son of a gun."

So when Jong-hyuk and I went out together, the warden picked up the phone.

"Oh, reporter Kim, it's me."

Oh, my God, man? Park Chang-do is not a senior.

"I'm still a warden, man."

By his location and age, one or two journalists know.

He talked softly about the story.

* * *

"If the walkie-talkie is heavy, it's good to hang it on your shoulder strap."

"Ee, like this?"

"Well, come here for a second."

When Jong-hyuk, who smells good these days, approached her, So-young opened her eyes wide. Then it hardened in the hand that took off the radio in the chest.

Suho crumpled his face when he saw it.

"Jong-hyuk, me too! It's heavy!"

"Really? Wait a minute?"

'That?!'

"Sticking up!

'Fight again.

With his head down, Jong-hyuk turned on the radio and checked his costume.

Beep!

Police officer Seo Sung-chan opened his mouth wide at the sight of him checking the radio channel.

"Senior?"

Proficiency that seems to be a senior policeman. You look good even with a police vest on top of your jeans.

Having been a police officer for half a year, he was more skilled than himself and felt ashamed of himself.

"Mo, do you want a wooden stick?"

"K, Mokdanbong" is a word I haven't heard in a while.

In the future, a wooden stick will be replaced by a three-stage reinforcement rod.

"No, I'm fine."

Wooden rods are dangerous.

Suho and Soyoung were in danger, not Jong-hyuk.

If you have a weapon, you want to use it and rely on it. Human psychology.

In fact, people get seriously hurt when they only trust weapons when they have to avoid them, and they often do so by early-year police officers who are full of energy.

He wouldn't even go near the scene anyway, but he had to prevent the situation just in case.

"Come on, let's go!"

"Yeah."

"Hey, you guys, let's go fight!"

"Ssa, no fighting! I'm not fighting!"

"Right, why would I fight a chestnut?"

"What? What the hell? Hey, telephone pole!"

"This!"

With a sigh, Jong-hyuk walked away, ignoring it.

"Oh, come with me!"

As such, they headed into Namdaemun Market, where a lot of people were crowded and many things happened every day.

* * *

"This is the land of Dashrack."

Rash Rock, a tough boatman's snack.

You can put mayonnaise on it, and it's delicious with sausage, so the first dish that a sailor looks for when he's hungry.

Lunch box in Korean.

Work for one of Russia's leading trading companies in cold countries. Viktor, a blonde, blue-eyed, middle-aged man in his thirties who came to Korea to find items like Dash Rock after quitting, squinted at Gimpo Airport.

"I'm sure there must be. The country will be in trouble, so we can pick up good things cheaply."

A company in Hong Kong contracted a large amount of investment products at almost the last minute of the day.

Ridiculous gambling products that point to a low point that is not possible unless the state goes bankrupt.

From that point on, all securities firms and banks are preventing that kind of subscription.

The problem is that the owner of the Hong Kong company is rumored to be Korean.

Even the people of the same country bet on bankruptcy?

It was really serious, but it was an opportunity for him.

Opportunity to contract and distribute good products like lunch boxes cheaply.

If the country goes to the point of ruin, it cannot tell the state of the company.

"You'll stumble like you're about to collapse. In that situation, a new distribution market appears? What kind of foreign currency is that?

There is no risk for them as they intend to take over distribution. Any company will welcome it, and Victor only needs to pick up products that will work in Russia.

Perhaps he could have taken charge of distributing lunch boxes to Russia.

He quickly got into the taxi with a hot moon.

"Oh, my God, welcome! Welcome, welcome!"

"Uh……."

He quickly pulled out a note in his arms. It was a note with a list of several paintings.

"Oh, you're going to the shoo?"

"Well, that's Nimiral. Anyway, Yankee pups don't have anything up or down. A place to pee in a taxi...… Oh, the mayor?

"Yes, that's it!"

If you want to know the country, go to the market.

I've been here for 2 months.

He planned to slowly sweep from the bottom.

"Which market? Namdaemun? Dongdaemun? Yongsan? Cheonggyecheon?

"Big haggard!"

"Oh, the biggest one? Then it's Namdaemun. Okay, okay! Let's go!"

Roar!

The white Daehyun Stella taxi started running on the road.

"Here! Here! Oh, let's put it down! Is she the only one busy?"

Victor, who was barely able to get off when the people who joined him without speaking, shone his eyes as he looked at the Namdaemun full of vitality emitted by the swarming people.

"Spaciva!"

"What, Siva? This bastard?"

"Thank you!"

"Oh, okay. Okay! Good bye!"

Victor even played music and waved at the taxi driver who kindly gave him a ride.

Joining was not unpleasant because it happened frequently in Russia.

"Korean taxis are fun. Russian taxis are really boring."

Russia, a country that is not a virtue to smile while showing teeth.

If you talk to someone you don't know, your fist will fly.

Victor thought of a four-beat song that was not named but quite addictive.

"I'll take the music if I can."

Nodding his head, he breathed out his breath as he looked at the gate.

"Now, shall we go?"

He also stepped toward the same Korean people's grave and Namdaemun.

* * *

Where am I? Who am I?’

There are 20 plastic bags in both hands.

Pants, shirts, socks, underwear, sundae.

Although I bought it because it has a colorful design that is different from Russia, the random act of throwing it away was enough to distract me.

And what are these guys?

Four men around.

"Well, there's a good one. Come here."

Victor stopped reflexively when he saw an alley in front of him.

Don't go around the back alley.

It's a natural story.

"Oh, good. Let me see here. Look, there's something really good about me. Do you like this kind of stuff? I'll give you a good deal."

Video tape? ……Porno?' His eyes were filled with contempt.

"Oh, look at this Yankee's eyes."

"Get out of my way."

A language they've never heard before.

The 190-centimeter-tall foreigner stared at them, and they were frightened for a moment.

But that was also for a while.

"Come on, you can't go like this! If you've made people suffer, you have to pay them to go! Money! Money!"

Chin!

His forehead crumpled sharply at the chest-pushing hand.

Do you want me to beat you to death?

No, I couldn't come to other people's countries and cause trouble.

"Let go."

"What are you saying? Speak in Korean!"

"Huh? You're a bully."

"Who the fuck?!"

Police were seen in their eyes as they turned their heads to the sound from behind.

The four men were hardened, and Victor wondered.

Do Korean police wear plain clothes and conquest together?’

And he looked quite young.

It was Jong-hyuk.

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