Regression Reset Life of Police

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Stalls at subway station exits peak from five o'clock.

Fish cake, noodles, kimbap.

It is a very grateful meal for office workers who go to work early in the morning without getting breakfast.

Among them, there is a place that attracts especially customers.

Jong-hyuk's mother, Ko Jung-sook's stall.

Starting with anchovy kimbap, the new increase every 10 days, including tuna kimbap, nude kimbap, egg kimbap, and bulgogi kimbap, made a happy choice for office workers who were bitten by gimbap.

Street vendors around them were envious of such a regular cook, but were busy copying the menu.

That's Kim Ye-sook... No, the same goes for foster care.

"Bulgogi kimbap!"

"Auntie, nude kimbap!"

When he saw the street stall of Jeong Jeong-sook, who was as noisy as the Dodge Market, his eyes narrowed.

"You're raking in the money."

Even his son is joining in selling like hot cakes.

That's why I want to eat all that money.

But the plate must be folded.

"Tsk, why are you so close to a detective?"

The 3 billion won design shrunk to 500 million. Of course, tears of blood were inevitable.

Still, it was comforting to receive 100 million won from Ko Jung-sook.

"If the money comes in today, tomorrow...…."

It's bound for Southeast Asia.

Recalling palm trees and tropical fruits from the Southeast Asian resort, she grinned and shook off her irritation.

"Mr. Ye-sook?"

"Yes! Hello……."

Song's eyes narrowed when he saw a man in his 50s wearing an air jacket.

Creepy goose bumps across the neck.

His smile deepened the chills.

"Hey, Song. You changed your name to a pretty name? When did you change your name?"

The foster man's eyes quickly swept around.

There were other men on both sides, and there was a sign behind the stall.

"…fucking."

"I should have just stood out!" Kim Jong-doo, a man in his 50s, took out his handcuffs and shook them.

"Do you want me to come in or do you want to come out?"

"What do you mean, come in? What did I do wrong? Can a detective do this to a good citizen?!"

Last but not least.

Kim Jong-du snorted.

"No good citizen. Quantum, let's not do this to each other. If a swindler doesn't write his name, there's only one answer. I heard you forged your resident registration card."

"Puppy!" When did I know that?

The foster man noticed that it was over.

"Ba, sir?"

"Oh, my God, you're here? So, is Jong-hyuk here? Are you helping your mom from this early morning? A commendable fellow."

It's not just Jong-hyuk and Ko Jung-sook around here. Before I knew it, a lot of spectators were gathered.

Jong-hyuk and Kim Jong-du shared meaningful eyes.

"Yes, what about Ye-sook?"

"Ye-sook? Oh, my God, Jesu. I'm a two-year foster man. Pre-fraud, four convicts, foster man."

"What?"

"You didn't pay her just because she had a good place to invest, did you?"

Ko Jung-sook's face turned white.

She looked at the foster man with distrustful eyes.

"No, right, sister, are you?"

"Tsk! I just needed one more day...…."

When Song's tongue-in-the-tongue expression distorted, Ko Jung-sook shouted. Then he flew himself away.

"Hey, you twin..."

I've never heard of this before.

Frustrated, Jong-hyuk quickly hugged fixed-handed.

"Let go, son! Let go! I trusted you so much--!"

"Calm down, Mom. If you hit me, it's assault!"

"It's assault, it's nonsense! Come here! Come here!

Kim Jong-du, stunned by her brutal hand waving as if she was about to pull out all her hair, saw Jong-hyuk saying never let go.

Then he threw the handcuffs at the foster man.

"Let's go. Attempting fraud is better than fraud."

"…...I'm so lucky. I should've known her since she said her husband was Jjapsae."

Stop!

"Hey, you son of a...…."

"Whoa, damn it."

At the moment, the temperature around me dropped.

Ko Jung-sook, who tried to rush at the foster man, turned her eyes upside down at the curse that exploded above her head, stopped and raised her head.

The angry face of a son I've never seen before.

Her face distorted like a thoracic bandit, she forgot to be angry. It's because my heart suddenly dropped.

"Oh, son?"

a call full of anxiety

But it didn't touch Jong-hyuk's ears.

You're such a fraudster. You swear at your mother?’

A mother who has been struggling since losing her father to a scream.

A mother who hid her red eyes every year at a memorial service to her son.

A swindler drove a nail into the heart of a strong but gentle mother.

Jong-hyuk, who untied his arm holding his mother, approached the foster man.

"Huh? Hey, stop him!"

President Song Yang-ja and President Kim Jong-doo.

At Kim Jong-du's shout, a detective stopped Jong-hyuk.

Wait a minute, Jong-hyuk.…."

Jong-hyuk grabbed the chest-pushing hand and walked up his ankle.

The detective floating in the air looked like a slow video in everyone's eyes.

Boom!

a detective rolling the floor

At the same time, Jong-hyuk's eyes were completely flipped.

"You're dead, you son of a gun."

"Jeong-soo! No, they're all blocked by Jong-hyuk!"

Another detective ran quickly and reached out to Jong-hyuk.

Jong-hyuk tapped the approaching hand.

But…….

Knock, knock, knock!

What the hell is this?’

Fast crossing hands.

It's a fight without a hitch.

The 'look at this?' emotion on the opponent's face offended Jong-hyuk.

Frustrated, Jong-hyuk dug into his opponent's side in slow time and wound his arms around him.

No, I tried to piggyback you.

Oh, my god!

If it weren't for the hands that pushed the waist.

"Whoa, it's so fast. Hey, man, lie down for a second...…."

Jong-hyuk leaned forward, sinking on his suddenly chilled ankle.

Then he grabbed the collar and turned his back.

Sit on both arms and piggyback.

The lack of rotation replaced it with force.

"Oh, my God.

A detective who moves on in a circle

Kim Jong-du's jaw dropped.

Whoosh!

"Cough!"

Induction is a gravity-based technique.

I can't move for a few seconds at this rate.

Jong-hyuk raised himself up.

At that moment.

Oh, my god!

Skilled detective wrapped around Jong-hyuk's calves.

"Now! Come on!"

"Yay!"

Other detectives tried to hit Jong-hyuk on the back.

"Son, no!"

If it weren't for Jung-sook, who hugged Jong-hyuk.

Jong-hyuk, who suddenly stopped, lowered his head and saw his mother.

A mother who somehow tries to stop her son with a small build. The weak but strong, contradictory power brought Jong-hyuk to his senses.

Jong-hyuk, who had a fever on his head, kicked his tongue when he saw a blue foster child.

'You're lucky.'

That's how the situation ended.

"Is it here? Can I get in this car?" This car!"

The foster man put handcuffs on himself and got into the car as if he were being chased by a monster.

The way he tried to escape Jong-hyuk was pretty funny.

Is it over?

The first bad relationship has been sorted out.

Jong-hyuk felt bittersweet.

"She's not supposed to be in the middle of an attempted fraud.….’

I'm sure the prison will prepare for the next scam.

That was the nature of a con artist.

After a long time of agonizing, Jong-hyuk soon settled down.

"Well, I'll put it in again next time.’

It will be after becoming a detective.

Jong-hyuk brushed the ashes off his chest.

"Phew, who's this hot-tempered guy like? I'm really freaked me out."

"I'm sorry, sir. And detectives."

Jong-hyuk sincerely apologized.

I almost made an irreversible accident.

Police assault, prison time to no avail.

Kim Jong-du and his detectives laughed at it. In particular, the look on the faces of detectives suffered by Jong-hyuk was complex.

Kim Jong-du giggled.

"Jeong-soo, are you going to be beaten by Mija for being a boxing rookie? Seungcheol, you won a bronze medal in judo at the Asian Games, right? What the hell are you missing?"

The two detectives were furious, and Jong-hyuk was surprised.

Is that why the technology was blocked?

Rather, it was more surprising to hand over the Asian Games medallist.

Fuselage vision works for medalists.

Jong-hyuk's hair stood on end.

"No! …. Come on."

The detectives who were first hit by Jong-hyuk turned around, and Kim Jong-du took a step closer to Jong-hyuk.

For some reason, his eyes were sparkling.

"You said judo club, didn't you?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry."

"That's natural. I'm going easy on her first. You've got a lot more skills than that. Who are you learning from?"

It has already been more than a decade since Seung-chul stepped down from active duty, but he still has great results in the National Police Agency judo competition.

He even became a judo king two years ago.

Then I gave him away neatly. He failed to respond properly to the technology that came in while preventing him from piggyback.

He knows how hard it is because he once induced it. I had to be curious.

"This is Director Shin Sung-il."

"Shin Sung-il…… I honestly don't know, but I guess he's learning from a great person."

There are weight differences, but timing and strength were art.

An excellent blacksmith does not make a good sword out of moderately good iron. It is to make what was a monster from the beginning more like a monster.

Judo genius.

The shadows of the geniuses who stood in his way were also visible to Jong-hyuk.

It's not just the Asian Games, but the real geniuses who play in the Olympics.

"Yes, he's a great man."

A smile spread around Jong-hyuk's mouth.

Shin Sung-il was a man who could not be described as just great.

Kim Jong-du's lips wriggled.

Trust and follow your teacher.….’

I became a personality.

He tapped Jong-hyuk in the chest.

"Induce hard and enhance your national prestige. Do you understand?

"And be a detective!" Jong-hyuk, who called to say he saw the wanted list before.

He also had a very good eye and a good memory. To the previous work.

He was born for a detective!’

I had to say I was born with it.

"……Yes!"

"Yeah, I'll be watching."

If you're in a hurry, you'll have an upset stomach. Kim Jong-du secretly hid his feelings.

"Oh, I'm the one who got killed, so why are you acting up?"

"The guy who was attacked by Mija talks a lot? Why don't you run?"

"….Come on."

"That, that, that!"

Kim Jong-du, who was pointing his finger, shook his head and approached Ko Jung-sook.

"I almost cursed, my Lord."

"……Whoo."

Hitting her chest, she bent down.

"Thank you, sir."

I didn't know how fortunate I was to be arrested before I gave the money.

Lost all the money you've saved to the settlement of Jong-hyuk?

My heart sank and I was relieved. If it weren't for Jong-hyuk next to him, he would have already collapsed.

"What, I'm here to catch her because someone who recognized her reported her."

That is Jong-hyuk. Thanks to you, I was able to raise one performance.

If the foster man succeeded, it would cost as much as 500 million won. It's a mistake, but the amount was quite large.

From school violence to today's work, he was a child who had no choice but to love.

"Now, here's what you want me to look into."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Don't ask for this from now on. I'm not going to do it."

"Yes!"

'We'll see about that.' Give and take the world.

Jong-hyuk was very aware of it.

"Then I'll be on my way. Oh, if you've already given the money to the foster, you'll get it back soon, so feel free."

"Oh, thank you."

Single-smiling Kim Jong-du turned around, and Ko Jung-sook saw Jong-hyuk.

"Huh? Why?"

The first time I've seen my son angry.

It was brutal, but it was also reassuring.

Oh, my god!

"Ugh? Uh, Mom?"

Holding onto his stomach, Jong-hyuk was puzzled.

"Just swear in front of your mother one more time, just!"

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Argh! Argh! What's wrong?"

It was unfair, but Jong-hyuk just chose to be right.

The surprised mother's eyes and face came to mind.

"Okay?"

"No, you beat them all up.…."

"You're gonna get hit more?"

Jong-hyuk shook his head, pulling his butt back, and only then did Jung-sook smile at the son-like look she knew.

"But what is it?"

"……Oh, the fund manager's phone number."

"Fund…… what?"

"You know the shares, right? You know the companies in Yeouido. I'm talking about people who make money from it."

"Oh, but why?"

"You've got money, then you've got to pay. From what I hear…."

Song-hyuk, who glimpsed around, whispered.

"His return is 30 percent a year. You're the one who leaves the emergency money."

There was no name like Kim Jong-du to give trust.

As expected by Jong-hyuk, she looked at Jong-hyuk urgently with an unquestionable.

Thirty per cent a year was more interest than any bank and account.

"My boss asked me what I should do because he got a lot of compliments for school violence last time. So……."

Go Jung-sook stared at Jong-hyuk.

Then he grabbed Jong-hyuk's face and crushed it.

"It's your son, so stop checking."

Oh my god!

"Oh, why again?"

"Who told you to think about it! That's...!"

Trying to get angry, she shut up. Because she almost got scammed trying to do something by herself.

I'm sorry, Mother.’

I unintentionally nailed my mother's heart.

I couldn't raise my head.

"Whoa, I got it. Give me your number. My mom's gonna call me."

"Yes!"

Jong-hyuk gently held out the paper. Because I already memorized the number.

She shook her hand with the paper in her pocket.

"Hurry up and go to school. I'm going to be late. I'll eat with this on my way."

"Okay. I'll be back from school!"

Jong-hyuk, who poked his mother's allowance, bowed down and turned away.

He had no choice but to give up his lingering affection because he would not be able to control his mother's troubled mind.

I hope you get through this.

Maybe the first betrayal in my mother's life.

Jong-hyuk clenched his teeth that he couldn't be together.

As he headed to school, he went into a pay phone near the school and plugged in a phone card.

Yes, hello?

Was it this voice back then?’

Listening to his tired voice, Jong-hyuk shone his eyes.

At this time, he shouted for national bankruptcy, but he left the securities company and established an investment company, which was a huge success.

A legend in the Korean investment industry that achieved a myth of a 100-fold yield.

A person who gets caught up in a financial scam and ends up living in prison and returning to the country.

Jong-hyuk cleared his voice.

"Good afternoon. I'm calling because I'm interested in your national bankruptcy theory."

-……!

I need you to pay me, Master.

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

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Meanwhile, Kim Jong-doo, who returned to the police station, picked up the phone while looking at Song, who bowed his head.

-Dongil High School Administrative Office.

"Yes, Shin Sung-il, the head coach of the judo team, please."

Let's make him a detective.

A significant smile spread around his mouth.

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