Regression Reset Life of Police

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You're crazy! You've got a lot of money, you Mundi!

Jong-hyuk quickly removed his cell phone from his ear.

Then, after a while, when it calmed down, he took it back to his ear.

"It's okay. We can sell it again anyway."

And then it won't sell? What a jerk! You're wasting your money!

Jeong-ho shook his head at the loud sound.

I've already lost my money, sir.

At least, he called restaurants, late-night snack bars, jokbal restaurants, and all of them and sent them to nearby police stations, police stations, orphanages, and high schools where late-night study was conducted. All those restaurants will be in a hurry for the next few hours.

All the delivery destinations were welcomed with open arms.

"If today's order doesn't come, we'll do it until it comes." He's crazy.’

Jung-ho swallowed tears, but Jong-hyuk remained calm.

Nin is really crazy. No, he's the most crazy guy in the world. Are you going to buy a Chinese restaurant just to see if there's anyone inside?

'It's not only a matter of time.'

These are the guys who are operating on Next, which is what Jong-hyuk is aiming for.

This was an opportunity.

Usually, more than a certain amount of stock must be secured to carry out the operation. That way, the government will not be disturbed by those who buy after the bomb when it is turned to false orders.

more than a certain amount of shares

'A bomb in a bomb blast is a time bomb.’

A bomb that goes off when the time comes. Even if they block their transactions, they cannot stop unexpectedly rising stock prices from plummeting.

What if you buy all that stuff then?

What if they eat all the stocks they're going to retrieve?

By becoming a major shareholder of Next, damage to ants can be minimized.

It was eating pheasant and eggs.

A major shareholder of Next, whose market capitalization in the future is trillions.

Considering that, it was only a small sum of money to buy a Chinese restaurant.

Buying stocks at a price like a hippo drinking water.

Of course, we'll have to adjust it.’

Are you listening to me?

"It's okay. If you don't like it, you can rent it."

Rental?

"Real estate is undefeated. If you buy it, it's all property."

-.......well.

The angry voice of the steel line was released.

Don't ever do that next time. I'm under pressure. Where would you put me?

"Ha ha. Okay. Then I'll be right back with the evidence."

Have a drink for a long time.

Jong-hyuk, who hung up the phone, nodded at Jeong-ho.

"Ha. Our prosecutor is a blessed man. Bless you. It's not a tree that gives generously. No, is that Mr. Long Leg?"

Who in the world would invest and help with this kind of money?

"Ha ha."

Jong-hyuk was both embarrassed and disappointed.

I'd be eavesdropping if I was a little closer to the building.’

In 1999, it is a pity that technology has not improved.

Boom boom!

"Come on, eat your snacks!"

Ko Sung-soo pokes his head out of the kitchen.

When I washed up, my face was clean.

After signing the contract, the old man, who was the original owner, asked him to give the money to him when he said he would help him cheaply.

I told him to do so because he only had to deliver once anyway, but he looked pretty in an apron. The old man wore it when he was working, but when he wore it, he looked like a completely different person.

"Oh, what's this? It's fried dumplings.

"I used the dough I had, but it'll be edible."

"You made it yourself? This one? It looks pretty good."

Jong-hyuk was surprised, too.

You're good with your hands.

As expected, Jong-hyuk, who nodded because everyone had a special talent, took fried dumplings to his mouth.

Crunch!

Dumpling skin that breaks lightly like a pastry cookie.

"……Huh?"

Jong-hyuk was embarrassed.

Then, my insides just popped out.

"Why is this delicious?"

"…I know. Why is this delicious?"

Both of them blinked and looked at Ko Sung-soo.

Ko Sung-soo scratched his head and was embarrassed.

"Oh, I worked at a hotel cafeteria when I was in my twenties. Haha."

"Huh?"

Silence fell on the Chinese house that locked the door.

……Ring! Ring!

"……!"

Surprised, Jong-hyuk quickly ran to the counter.

"Yes, it's a Chinese restaurant! ……Oh, I'm sorry. We're out of business today. We don't know what's going on at the other store. Yes, go ahead."

Jong-hyuk shook his head at Jeong-ho, and he kicked his tongue.

The two glowed their eyes while looking at Ko Sung-soo.

From now on, it's a time war.

A time battle where you don't know when the delivery order will come.

Other people's stories were the best way to spend that time.

Jung-ho opened the door.

"Did you really work at a hotel? How?"

"Oh, that was supposed to be...…."

Ring! Ring!

'…...Aish.'

An important introduction has been cut off.

Jong-hyuk answered the phone nervously.

"Yes, it's a Chinese restaurant! What?! Where?"

Jong-hyuk shook his hand quickly.

It's 603! Room 603!

"Yes. I'm sorry. Yes, yes, yes. Okay. Thank you."

When Jong-hyuk hung up, Jeong-ho asked with his eyes.

Nodding his head, Jong-hyuk saw Ko Sung-soo.

"Sungsoo, can you make sweet and sour pork?""

…...smile.

A smile was built around the mouth of Gosungsu.

"It's like a wild goose, egg jawans, chili shrimp."

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Thump, thump.

Soju bottles collide in a shaking black bag.

"Growl."

A man in his early 30s, walking down a quiet hallway, grabbed the handle of the iron door, which reads 603.

It's rattle!

An office where only a few computers are welcomed by the hot air.

Eight men walking around in one corner, wearing only beds and panties, are heterogeneous.

However, the man put a bag on the central table as if he were used to it.

"Did you order delivery? Where did you order it?"

"Crayon Shin."

"I had lunch."

"I don't know. Other places don't know what day it is until two hours later."

"You're raking in the money. What about you?

"He can't make it today."

"Again?"

"You must have a job."

One of the men on the computer said, "The man who bought the drink was in a daze.

"It's a damn thing to do, and I'm sure you're sucking your booze somewhere else. Isn't this too much? Aren't we people? Damn it, just throw it now and run?"

"What about the money? You're not going to take it? We can't withdraw even if we throw this."

The man shut his mouth.

The money given after work is as much as 50 million won.

It's too much money for early thirties.

He also said he would sing it not only this time but also next time.

It was too much of a temptation for him to be unemployed.

'What if it's a crime. As long as it doesn't get caught.’

I had no conscience because I would finish it as long as I didn't get caught.

It was nice to lie to my parents that I was working.

"Ha, if you're not a senior in the club. Oh, I can't wait to drink at a bar like that!"

"Me too!"

Everyone shouted the same, and he giggled and took off his clothes.

'Wait and see. I'll see you when I make money.’

University friends who were still unemployed.

Friends who ignored me for being unemployed even after graduating from a good university, a good department. Although he has struggled to maintain his self-esteem by making excuses for the IMF, he is not anymore. It was already thrilling to think of their eyes that would change in front of money.

Boom boom!

"Here he comes!"

He rushed to open the door.

And I was surprised.

It was the same for Jong-hyuk, who was holding an iron bag.

Underwear, please.

"I'm in the office, do you want underwear?"

Wearing a mask, Jong-hyuk stepped back and checked the lake in the door again.

"Bae, did you order delivery?"

"…Chinese restaurant? He's not the one who came before. Woah, what's so big?"

"Oh, he quit. Anyway, room 603, right?"

"Oh, come on in."

Going inside, Jong-hyuk was more dumbfounded.

What the hell is this? Is this your bedroom?’

"Put it down here."

Jong-hyuk put an iron bag on the table and took out the bowl.

Before the regression, it was so natural that it was flowing.

What you say is...

"But why are you working so late here? Everyone else is off work."

The men's expressions hardened.

"Why?"

Even though the day stood on his voice, Jong-hyuk.

"No. I envy you for working so late.… Would I be able to work in a place like this if I take the GED?"

"…the qualification exam? Drop out?

The men's expressions were quickly relieved.

He stretched out his shoulders and looked at Jong-hyuk as if he was pathetic.

Yeah, I'm better than this guy.

Jong-hyuk pretended not to know.

"Oh, is it a blood alliance workshop?"

"What workshop?"

Jong-hyuk pointed to a computer with three men sitting on it.

The most popular online game these days, a knight in blood, was hunting monsters.

"How many raps? How many swords and how many sets? Can you do it for me?"

'Because of those bastards, Oooh!' The eyes that were just full of envy are treated as the same as 'you're just like me.'

The guy who dropped out of high school.

"That's just a break!"

"But why are you dressed like this...…."

"Oh, do you know stock?"

"What?"

"If we know how many billions we're moving...… No, it's done. What would I say to an ignorant man like you? Go away."

"…Enjoy your meal. Put the bowl outside."

With his face distorted, Jong-hyuk gallantly walked out of the office.

As soon as he left the building, Jong-hyuk's face sank coldly. He took out his cell phone.

"Yes, it's confirmed. This is the right place."

-……If you're going to do this, come on, I bought a Chinese restaurant. Ha-ha, that was a waste.

The only place I can get to is the Chinese restaurant.

Most delivery dishes are taken over at the door.

Jong-hyuk took this into consideration and bought a Chinese restaurant.

"Ha ha. I was lucky. Anyway, I think we can hit it when the market opens tomorrow."

Thank you for your hard work. Come on. Let's eat

"Yep!"

Hanging up, Jong-hyuk headed to a Chinese restaurant and stopped.

"But you bastards. Are you a fool?

Cautiousness is less than a gangster who has not graduated from middle school.

Jong-hyuk stepped off in a fluster.

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The next morning, more than 20 investigators, including Jeong-ho, stood in the hallway on the sixth floor of the building.

"Did you all pack your nightclothes?"

Investigators nodding instead of answering.

"When you get in, you get the main body first."

"Yes."

Jeong-ho, who brought his ear to the iron door of 603, picked up his cell phone.

"Get off the toad house on the sixth floor."

Soon the lights on the hallway ceiling flashed.

Argh! What?

Damn it, what's wrong with this? Is there a blackout?

Jung-ho knocked on the iron door.

Boom boom!

"I'm here to get a bowl!"

"What are you talking about? I put it out yesterday!"

"It's because I don't have one! Please open the door! I have to sell!"

"Hey……."

Squeak!

Jung-ho hit the man on the neck as his eyes got bigger and bigger when he opened the door.

"Cough?"

A man who falls down holding his neck.

Jung-ho ran into the door, leaning his head sideways.

"Come on!"

"What, what!"

The men felt that they were screwed by the crowd. They ran to the computer quickly. Jung-ho screamed in fright.

"Protect your computer!"

"Euracha!"

The merciless kick of an investigator who flips out the men.

"Argh!"

With the fists of more than 20 investigators, the men were quickly subdued and knelt down. Soon, the light came back on and Jeong-ho, who turned on the computer, picked up his cell phone.

"Yes, sir. We've got a computer."

* * *

"Oh, good job."

Steel wire, who hung up, looks up at Hanul Securities' building.

Behind him stood 10 investigators and Jong-hyuk.

"Let's go."

Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck.

As the atmosphere was unusual, the security guard approached the lobby, and the investigator saw the investigator's card and hurriedly pulled up the radio.

"There it is."

A large office. Busy people stopped moving at their appearance, but inside Hwang Jong-soo was busy calling.

Jong-hyuk and the steel line crossed the office.

"Why aren't you answering the phone when it's the beginning of the market? Did these bastards drink yesterday?"

The steel wire tapped Hwang Jong-soo's shoulder, who was shaking his feet with his back showing.

"Hwang Jong-soo?"

"Who……."

"I'm from the Seoul District Prosecutors' Office."

With his eyes wide open, Hwang urgently reached for the keyboard, but Jong-hyuk was faster than him.

"Where."

Jong-hyuk slapped Hwang Jong-soo on the cheek.

Boom! Boom!

Jong-hyuk grinned at the absurd steel line, and Kang Chul-sun, who opened his eyes to see him later, issued a warrant to Hwang Jong-soo's unfocused eyes.

"Hwang Jong-soo, do you see this warrant? You're under arrest from now on. You have the right to remain silent.…."

Hwang Jong-soo, who dreamed of a big hit, was arrested like that, and executives of Hanul Securities, who rushed to the scene, watched in silence.

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