Regression Reset Life of Police

10. Financial Supervisory Service and Prosecutors

There was a doping test storm at the Bangkok Asian Games.

When all of the Korean judo national team members were openly investigated and had no results, the members of each country strongly protested against the idea of trying to catch anything or whether they were angry.

Originally, any player in any country was the first to bet on the winner, but it was the first time for the host to step up to the plate, so he protested reflexively. However, if he refused, he would have to shut up with a strong card of forfeiture.

And the surprising results were announced.

"I heard Chinese baseball was smashed. Was Park Chan-oh that scary?"

"Swimming was forfeited. Who's swimming?"

"What about Iran?"

It was revealed that many countries, including Asia's strongest country China, used banned drugs, and the Bangkok Asian Games was ruined.

The misnomer of the Asian Games of Drugs tried to cover Thailand.

Thailand was then resolutely disqualified from all matches and all players and returned their performances to nothing.

In this determined response, countries that had fallen early and again to compete cheered and praised Thailand's determined response, and the IOC also accused Thailand of using banned drugs and countries seeking to defend such players.

The international community supported Thailand's determination and put the frame of the cleanest competition.

And

Jong-hyuk saw a Japanese coach and players in the distance with a dark complexion. As the long-awaited final, the stadium was heated, but Jong-hyuk was unhappy.

'Only one.'

Only - 67 kilograms of male athlete.

I thought I saw four people who caused side effects, but I think I ate something that didn't fit my body and caused an allergic reaction.

"Too bad. I could've sent them all away."

"What do you mean send? Stop mumbling and focus. It's the final. It's a game where you're going to get a gold medal or a silver medal!"

"What are you worried about? It's a gold medal."

Whoops!

"Ugh!"

"You're not paying attention, are you? Do you think that crazy guy is just crazy?"

Eventually, the player I thought of became the finalist.

With his tongue clenched, Jong-hyuk hardened his face as he saw his final opponent Thailand.

A comet suddenly appeared in Thailand, a barren land in judo.

Korea, Iran, Japan.

A variant born outside the three largest Asian-induced countries.

He's been in competition for four years.

Among them, he is a formidable opponent with two gold medals on his neck, and Thailand's hope of not being able to dance in such a competition.

Was it French mixed? He's got a hell of a body.'

Muscles such as thick forearms and wild horses are dynamic, as shown in a log-like waist and relatively short uniform.

He is 192 centimeters tall and weighs 136 kilograms.

He is not Thai by any means.

And the reflexes were incredible.

the reversal of one's illusions

At a time when it seemed to have ended in a single round of piggyback, even Jong-hyuk, who came out like a thunderbolt, had his tongue out.

I thought it would be the first fierce match since the match.

Nevertheless, the eyes are turning again.

This is because the game next door is between Korea and Japan.

"If it had not been for the quota limit, I could have crushed Japan one more time. Tsk.'

Without the quota limit, Japan would probably have placed quite a few players in the finals. However, it is regrettable that judo is only allowed to compete in all weight classes by country.

"I'm fine, so go see Dong-ik, director. I'm going to need the director the most."

"Hey, man."

"It's really okay."

Jong-hyuk said firmly, and Shin Sung-il, who was staring into the eyes, clenched his teeth.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Director."

"Why?"

"I'm Jong-hyuk, Choi Jong-hyuk."

'Ugh.' His hands and feet shriveled, but Jong-hyuk firmly saw Shin Sung-il.

"…See you in front of the gold medal podium."

Coach Shin Sung-il forced himself to take an inseparable step, and soon a deputy director who was helping Seol Dong-ik came under the consultation of the organizers.

"Phew, you crazy guy. If it's the final, be greedy."

"I'm going to put the gold medal on Shin's neck."

"I don't want it, either, dude. Instead, follow the gold medal."

Deputy coach who saw Thai player Rachanon with anxious eyes.

It just so happened that Rachanon made eye contact with Jong-hyuk.

'You have big eyes."

Jong-hyuk, who turned his eyes away from the unknown what he was thinking, closed his eyes.

"Don't worry. I will."

There's been a lot going on here and there, but it's finally the final.

When the gold medal was in front of him, Jong-hyuk erased all his anguish and thoughts.

'I've done my job. Even though you've done this for me, you can't help it if you shovel.’

From now on, you have to think only of yourself, Jong-hyuk.

All games, but on the mat, there are only opponents and themselves.

That's why I'm always lonely from this time.

Loneliness that seems to be alone in the world.

"The act of building up specs just to enter the school eventually led to this.’

Now, I can't think of it as just for college.

The strange sight of all races makes me think only of one thing.

If you win here, I'm the best in Asia.’

When I think so, I get emotional.

A man's primal desire, a desire for victory.

The desire to be the best.

"Enters both players!"

Jong-hyuk raised his body and raised his head to the sky, stiffening his eyes.

"Ajaaaa!"

"Let's finish it quickly again!" If you're going to win, overwhelmingly.

Believing in himself living in a different time than others, Jong-hyuk took a big step on the mat.

Beep!

The game has begun.

And

"Whoops!"

Jong-hyuk jumped at the opponent unlike ever before.

Rachanon's eyes were wide open.

"Huh?"

Jong-hyuk, who has never rushed to the opponent before.

This revealed the fighter's instinct that Jong-hyuk had hidden for the day, leaving Rachanon embarrassed.

And this was what Jong-hyuk was after.

Jong-hyuk quickly stretched his arms.

Fababak?

Although Rachanon quickly cut out the hands.

You're caught!

A much slower time than the underwater world.

The trajectory of slow Rachanon's hand moving was clearly visible.

Holding onto his sleeve, Jong-hyuk sat down, winding himself to his shoulder.

His trademark sitting one arm on the back.

Throwing?

I could feel my body coming with a noise around my shoulder.

"It's over……."

"Huh?"

What?

Rachanon's knees weighed on Jong-hyuk's shoulders and his upper body fell back.

"Stop it?"

As his eyes cooled, Jong-hyuk stretched his legs as he pushed Rachanon, whose center had gone backward.

"Hoot!"

Tadadadak!?

Rachanon, who forced his arm out, quickly moved away.

Jong-hyuk stared blankly at him like that.

"You really blocked it."

He sat down and threw one arm on his back, which had been a strong winning pattern.

The winning pattern that no one has prevented has been blocked by the player in the Indo-Wanders. That's easy too.

"You……."

"Waaaaah!

The dome stadium heated up with a high-quality battle that happened in an instant. But it didn't touch Jong-hyuk's ears.

"No way."

With his eyes squinted, Jong-hyuk ran back at Rachanon.

(sighs) (sigh!

Of course!

It follows. It can't react to the speed of this side in slow time and it can walk from square to square. Now I understand why such a monster came out of Thailand, which does not have proper infrastructure.

Talent. Overwhelming fuselage vision.

Flutter!

Jong-hyuk hurriedly pulled off his arm and licked his lips as he watched Rachanon retreat.

"Yes, that's the end of the international competition!"

* * *

Goosebumps!

Rachanon, who stepped down, threw his tongue at Jong-hyuk, who showed his teeth.

"Breathing."

This competition is so important to him and to the Thais. The final was almost over in an instant.

"Rachanon, what are you doing? Stay on your toes up!

'I know, director,' Rachanon hardened his face.

'Choi.'

Is this the trick of fate?

I met a benefactor who willingly gave food to the Thai representatives who desperately wanted to win the medal in this country, who helped Thailand, whom I loved, in the final round.

So I was going to say hello lightly and finish it quickly.

He was confident of doing so.

the courtesy of doing one's best without mischief

by the way

"Don't be swayed! Your time is invincible!"

'I know!' He has lived in a different time from others since birth.

A world where everything is slow.

It was not until later taken medical tests that I found out that it was due to extreme fuselage vision.

Later, he started judo by chance, and not a single person stopped him.

But at this moment.

In this event, which is more important than the Olympics, the final match, which will be a hope for Thailand, which will suffer, was blocked.

Thus, I had no choice but to think it was a trick of fate.

But I was happy.

"You live at the same time as I do, don't you?""

The same class emerged while the act of winning was losing interest in itself.

Rachanon's mouth was filled with a bright smile.

* * *

"……Oh, Choi Jong-hyuk. It's been 30 seconds."

The buttocks of the commentators were up and down.

"What's going on here? Do you think he failed to control his condition?"

"No! This is Thailand's Rachanon outstanding…"...in that moment, Choi Jong-hyuk slapping his thighs! Rachanon, fly first......Buck! Rachanon! Watch out! Huh! Choi Jong-hyuk, step back and avoid! And then pull! Oh, my back! Rachanon with his waist down! Crazy! Is this really a match between late teens and early 20s?"

In the meantime, the candles that made Jong-hyuk stand out ended in failure, but no one in front of the TV could take their eyes off him.

a flamboyant and brutal battle of one step at a time

One does not back down and somehow rushes like a hungry beast to put in technology.

"Referee! He's just staring away!"

There is no caution or warning because it is only one side of the attack.

At that moment.

Beep!

The referee dived between the two.

"What the hell! What the...… Huh? The time already?"

It's been 3 minutes.

"Ugh! Overtime!"

The audience's face is blurred.

Jong-hyuk, who has never played for more than a minute.

People's faces are clouded by the sight of gasping for breath.

"Ee, aren't you going to lose?"

"Don't talk about that! Who's gonna lose!"

"Right! Choi Jong-hyuk never loses! Choi Jong-hyuk! Way to go!

Way to go!

Everyone in the audience cheered in unison.

Except for the other one.

Ko Jung-sook, who flew to Thailand without telling anyone, was only looking at the smile on Jong-hyuk's face.

Son, are you having fun?’

After entering high school, he grew up and became invisible.

Although he was happy when he shouted that he became a member of the national team, enjoying and rejoicing meant something else.

'Yes, that's it. Don't worry about your mom, your chores, or anything else, just enjoy this moment.’

She clenched her fists and cheered quietly.

Beep!

"Caution!"

Both players are separated from each other.

"Hook! Hook!"

My legs are shaking.

My arms are shaking, my waist and ankles are numb.

I was out of breath, but Rachanon had a big smile around his mouth to see if he didn't feel it.

"Awesome!"

To be honest, after a minute, Rachanon thought of winning.

Like everyone who faced Jong-hyuk, I thought that after more than a certain amount of time, Jong-hyuk's stamina would drop rapidly.

But it wasn't.

There was just no reason to keep the game going.

It's over if you catch the gap between the slow world and the slow opponent.

Like Rachanon himself.

"Joyful! Is this a rival?’

So it's a shame. I'm so tired that I can't enjoy this time anymore.

"You too, don't you, Choi? You feel the same way as I do.… hmm?"

Rachanon's face hardened when he saw Jong-hyuk.

'Well, what about that?'

"Whoo-hoo.

Long exhaled, Jong-hyuk stretched his arms as if stretching.

Crack, crack, crack!

"Oh, I feel like I'm getting warmed up now."

Now the joints seem to take off their old age.

How frustrated I was that the game ended so quickly.

However, he was always unhappy because he could not force his time to play.

When I won the gold medal in the presidential election, I just felt the joy of victory. I just let go of my lingering feelings.

It was a series of regrets that made her crazy physical even crazier. But not now.

Jong-hyuk grinned as he watched Rachanon lose his nerve.

"Thank you, young man. No, Rachanon. Thanks to you, we can burn it completely."

You live at the same time?

What do you mean by that?

Jong-hyuk just enjoyed this moment.

'But I'm about to die.'

If it wasn't the instinctive distribution of physical strength learned in the last criminal life, it might have already been stretched out.

"How many dargans, mulberry organization, I broke up."

Blood-splitting operations that could kill you.

It is thanks to such a real world that Jong-hyuk can be so casual.

"Gasp! Gasp! You...…."

"Then let's get it over with."

It's already been 5 minutes and 37 seconds.

Jong-hyuk has one state and Rachanon has zero state.

One of the weeks I just received, even if it is due to the host country's biased judgment, is no longer available.

There was a reason for this provocation with bluff, not bluff.

"……aaaaaaaah!"

a terrible sense of betrayal

Rachanon rushed in, turning his eyes upside down.

Pubbuck!

Rachanon, which is attached to each other with a strong bump. At the same time, Jong-hyuk's eyes sank as he dug deeper, twisted his back and raised his feet.

Hanging your thighs.

"Let's go."

Taking a reflexive step forward, Jong-hyuk pulled and pushed his collar and leaned down.

Then a shudder ran down my spine.

That's.

Boo! Boo!

……beep!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

It was a joy of winning a fully enjoyed battle.

Jong-hyuk's roaring, which he enjoyed so much and completely to the end, shook the stadium.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"One round! Gold medal!"

" Choi Jong-hyuk! Jong-hyuk아!"

Slip your thighs back.

Returning using the centrifugal force of the thigh hanging.

As the fantastic technology that did not come out in the Promise Daryeon was fierce, everyone in the broadcasting seat, the audience seat, and the people in front of the audience cheered.

That's how the unlimited judo game of the Bangkok Asian Games ended.

"Hey, you punk! You crazy bastard! Again with this!"

Now, Yoon Sung Oh transferred to another school. A stain on the same high-altitude. Jong-hyuk, a technology that passed Yoon Seong-oh, a child of former coach Park Sang-mook, won the gold medal with the technology that made him happy to finally use it.

Coach Shin Sung-il, who hugged Jong-hyuk in a flurry, finally shed tears due to his indescribable emotions.

"Why is the director crying?"

"I don't know, dude! You pretty bastard! Oh, my little gem!"

I'm my mother's son."Jong-hyuk, who was forced to bite off social life, did not necessarily bring it up.

Instead, he only stared at the back of Rachanon, who was leaving with his shoulders shaking.

" Choi Jong-hyuk 선수! Choi Jong-hyuk 선수!"

"Oh."

A microphone stuck out in front of Jong-hyuk's mouth.

"After a neck-and-neck race, you ended up with a gold medal! How do you feel now?! Do you have anything to say to the people like you did when you were president last time?!"

'Heart.' Of course I'm glad.

It's the best in Asia.

There's no way I'm not happy.

However, there are a lot of things that have been done and things to do in the future to express them as they are.

"I'm glad. I can win thanks to the blood and sweat I've shed, the delicate guidance of director Shin Sung-il, the consideration of our senior and junior judo players, and the passionate support of our Korean people from faraway Korea."…Huh?"

Jong-hyuk, who was sweeping the seats where Koreans sat, tilted his head to his side for a moment.

" Choi Jong-hyuk 선수?"

Then, he flew away with his eyes wide open.

"Huh? Choi Jong-hyuk! Where are you going?""

The urgent announcer's words didn't even touch my ears.

Jong-hyuk ran to the audience, squeezing all his strength.

"Huh? Huh?"

"Why is Choi Jong-hyuk here?"

Jong-hyuk knelt down in front of a woman, a woman with a hat on, and her mother, Ko Jung-sook.

"What? When did you get here?"

"Yesterday."

"If you're here, tell me you're here."

"You don't have to tell me. You just have to look at it. And then I was going to go...…."

When the heat felt hot in Jong-hyuk's body, Ko Jung-sook bit her lips.

"By the way, I have good eyes because I look like my dad. Tsk."

"Hhh. Did you see that? I won a gold medal."

"Yeah, I saw it."

"This son won the gold medal."

"Yeah, you did a great job. Well done."

Tingling!

It was a very calm word, but the tremors hidden in it, and the passion that shook like a storm in the mother's heart, were conveyed desperately.

More soaring joy than any other moment. Feel great

Jong-hyuk couldn't stand the rising emotions anymore.

Flashing?

Jong-hyuk hugs his mother up.

"Argh! Hey! Put it down! Why don't you put it down?!"

"Everyone! I won the gold medal!"

"……wow!"

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