Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 125

Inside the banquet hall.

Confusion and fear abound in a hot and ugly space.

"What's going on?"

"Darn it. What if we get screwed?"

"CEO Kim! Take them somewhere now! What? Filming? I'll do something about it. Stay away!"

Hyun Mong-joon, who they trusted the most, suddenly resigned.

Hyun Mong-joon's existence is a secret that only Samsung Club president and executives knew, but others knew it.

How many elections have you gone through and how much sincerity have you gathered?

Also, how much sincerity did he have in this presidential election?

It was strange that I couldn't guess who it was.

However, the presidential candidate, who was likely to win, suddenly resigned.

It was obvious that things had gone wrong.

The thief's feet were asleep, and they had no choice but to panic.

Broadcasting and newspapers that were their weapons.

public opinion

It can be swayed by itself.

Torn, crushed, buried in society.

I was scared to death of it.

The president of Samsung Club bit his lips while watching their reaction.

God damn it! Why all of a sudden?

I delivered my sincerity with a woman a few days ago.

This was a betrayal.

However, it is a priority to get through this situation wisely.

"Mr. Chairman, are you all right?" We're not in any trouble, are we?"

When everyone looked at him, the chairman forced himself to laugh.

"First of all, I'm not sure it's because of our club. Let's wait and see for a while...…."

Step, step.

Suddenly, one of the bodyguards comes up and whispers.

The chairman's face turns white, and the hearts of the members who see him fall.

"Uh, uh, haha. There's a lot of people out there...… damn it!"

He suddenly turned and jumped, and soon the members recognized the meaning of the action.

"……that son of a gun!"

"Do, run!"

"Go, come with me!"

The banquet hall was in chaos.

Meanwhile, the street outside the hotel.

The steel line, which was staring at the entrance of the hotel from a distance away, is smacking his lips as he sees the bodyguards rushing out.

"Oops, you're caught. You're pretty."

But it's okay.

The roads here are all closed anyway.

It was a rat in a jar.

"Ha, you pretty rotten bastard."

Kang Chul-sun saw Jong-hyuk staring at the entrance of the hotel.

This time again, Jong-hyuk couldn't set the table and even fed it to him up.

But he ignored the suggestion not to intervene. He had to be punished for this.

I'll see you later.’

Kang Chul-sun toured investigators from the Seoul District Prosecutors' Office and detectives from the special crime investigation department at the police headquarters.

"Did you all get your tools?"

Instead of answering, they all tap the bat with iron pipes.

Jong-hyuk and Kang Chul-sun smiled pleasantly.

How is this a detective? I'm a gangster.'

But this is why I'm a detective.

tough men's machos.

"I'm so proud of you! Then……."

Steel wire pulled out a pistol, checked the pharmacy, and stared coldly at the entrance of the hotel.

"Let's go."

"Come on, Degas-!"

"……Puhhhhh."

"Oh, my God. We're going to have a little flapping today."

Detectives and prosecution investigators crossed the road, and Jong-hyuk also walked with his shoulders loosened.

"Go to the back gate and watch, you punk. You're not even a detective. Mr. Kack."

I told you to join me, not arrest me.

Thankful is grateful, and this was a separate matter.

"Hey."

I was excited for no reason.

Tong-tongued Jong-hyuk ran to the back door with some detectives.

"Stop it!"

"Piercing!"

There was a clash between those who had to be blocked and those who had to be drilled at the entrance of the hotel.

* * *

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Detectives standing at the side door, where only employees enter, tap their shoulders with baseball bats and tap the ground with iron pipes.

It's been 30 minutes since the suppression team entered.

I'm getting bored.

"Jong-hyuk, shall we have a drink after the arrest?"

"Do you have time?"

"…cruel. That's right. I have to write a report."

I'm glad I can go home today.

Jong-hyuk looked at them as if he felt sorry for them. Unfortunately, it was not possible to arrest him in person, but this was a relief.

"But why are you so late? Is it more rebellious than I expected?"

"Yeah, the guards are a bit...…."

Squeak!

"Oh, I guess it's over."

They relaxed.

However, his expression was forced to stiffen soon after the radio.

One guy's out! Is there anyone who ran to that side by side?

30 minutes to guard the side door.

I haven't seen a person yet.

"Nimiral, all clear."

- There's no problem with the back door.

-There is no problem with the underground parking.

Ha. Where the hell did you go? He's the president.…. Everyone, come in with two people left.

As the radio became quiet, the eyes of detectives guarding the back door and side door turned reflexively toward the room.

If he did not run away from the building, it was highly likely that he hid inside the building, or in a room.

Detectives scoured the rooms and sighed.

"How many rooms do you think there are?"

From 2nd to 5th floors, 2 per floor, total 80.

On the other hand, the number over here is only.

Even this has to be left behind just in case, so we have to search 80 rooms with fewer people.

"Don't you dare get caught."

Detectives gnash their teeth inside, and Jong-hyuk burst into laughter.

No, two of you, including me?’

I appreciate your faith, but it was a little ridiculous.

With a bitter smile, Jong-hyuk spoke to one of the detectives who was guarding the side door with him.

"Would you like to smoke?"

"…Shall we?"

Cigarette packs rise between the two, who were smiling and putting their hands in their pockets.

"Hehe. This is amazing, guys!"

"……what's this guy?"

"Former Arirang player, incumbent head of massage room."

Jong-hyuk sighed when he saw Jong Bae-soo hiding his head like a turtle when his eyes met.

I've been told to get lost over and over again, but I've come all the way here. I wanted to crumple it in the trunk, but I put up with it because it wasn't the time to spend on these guys.

However, he is approaching other detectives, not only following him deep into the crime scene.

This is over the line.

What do I really do about this?’

Jong-hyuk's eyes were badly distorted.

Recognizing the situation with a quick glance, the detective smirked and soothed Jong-hyuk.

"Let it go. You're acting cute."

"……Tsk."

"Hehehe."

Jong Bae-soo, who even lit the fire, tactfully stepped down, and the two, who were distracted, talked about various things.

That's how time went by.

"It's really late. Hey! What's going on? Why can't you find it?"

"I don't know, damn it-!"

A shout from one of the rooms on the fifth floor.

"Hmm."

Tightening his forehead, Jong-hyuk stepped back.

"I need to go to the bathroom for a while."

"Huh? Uh, yeah.

Jong-hyuk picked up his cell phone as he headed into the hotel.

"It's me. Can you find out if there's a secret aisle or space in this hotel?"

Even though I searched the hotel like this, I couldn't find it.

There must be an empty space somewhere.

If I knew this would happen, I should have looked at the blueprint.

Jong-hyuk scratched his head.

* * *

A small space piled up with canned food and ramen.

- Don't contact me because I'm in a meeting.

"Doctor, Senator! Senator! Hey, you son of a--!"

Crack!

The chairman of Samsung Club who threw the phone bites his nails.

"Ee, what are we going to do?"

All those who used to be the backstabbers turned their backs on themselves.

When they receive money and women, they act as if they will solve all the problems in the world, but they turn away when they are in a situation where they are hurt.

A terrible sense of betrayal enveloped him.

"You bastards!"

The president of Samsung Club hardened his eyes.

You have to hang in there.’

Until the police withdraw.

Afterwards, find the hidden books and put a leash on the necks of those who turned away today.

"Yeah, that's what happens. Then we can go back to the old days!’

A smile came into his mouth.

"Whoo."

Calm down, he looked around the bunker again.

It's a space that I came across.

Considering that there are phones connected outward or toilets on one side, it is presumed to be a secret space created by generals to hide families brought in by the time the hotel was built or if a war broke out with North Korea.

I just let it slide, but I didn't think I'd save myself.’

Considering that there is a lot of dust, canned food and ramen are all well past the expiration date, even hotel employees do not know about this space.

But outside is the hallway that connects to the kitchen. If I stole the food at dawn, I could endure as much as I wanted.

I was so relieved that I felt secure.

Four bodyguards on the outside.

'But....'

They can't believe it completely either. The president of Samsung Club stammered his chest.

But the bodyguards had a different opinion.

"Bull, isn't this supposed to be an obstruction of justice?"

No, I did it according to the manual.’

Since he is always a bodyguard who has to protect his client's safety, he sometimes gets into conflict with the police when he gets a strange client.

Obstruction of justice, assault, injury.

If you are bound by these charges, you will go to prison to protect your client.

But…….

'If the police don't identify themselves, no official execution will be established.’

Gangster detectives who look so ugly that they can't tell the difference between gangsters and violent detectives.

There's something to make an excuse for.

That's why there's a manual that tells me to hit him first when this happens. If there's a war, the police won't be able to identify themselves.

They were relieved.

At that moment.

Ring! Ring!

Surprised, the five saw a phone call connected outward.

This place that no one knows, this number.

'...Ho, by any chance?'

The face of the president of Samsung Club is brightened.

'Yes! You can't ignore me!’

You'll get hurt the moment your mouth opens.

He picked up the phone quickly.

"Yes, Bang Il-seop...…."

It's hard to be there, right? Come out. Otherwise, I'll break it.

"……."

Chairman of Samsung Club, Bang Il-seop's face turned white.

Meanwhile, outside the bunker entrance.

Kudadang!

"I told you to lend me some more."

As Jong-hyuk sighed as he looked at the noisy ceiling, two investigators asked Kang Chul-sun to tap him on the shoulder.

"What can I do? I heard it was a place that only the former manager knew."

"But don't check it first and then run away."

That's true.

It is a secret space that the military regime forgot as it came to an end. Far from being the owner of this hotel, Bang Il-seop, a simple visitor, did not know this place.

So only two investigators could be hired, but they were chosen.

Fortunately, detectives and investigators will fill the corridor in just a few decades.

by the way

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"……Nimial."

The door magically opens in the hallway and four black suits pop out. The four, who looked around protecting Bang Il-seop, were surprised to see Jong-hyuk and investigators and laughed.

Except for Bang Il-seop, this is 4.

He thought that if he had three opponents, he could break through somehow.

"Bull!

When Jong-hyuk noticed it, he quickly opened his mouth so that they wouldn't play tricks on him. The same was true of investigators.

"Wait, we're...…."

"Stop it!"

Boo!

"Darn it!"

Jong-hyuk looked for Bang Il-seop avoiding a swinging fist.

A bodyguard and the one who escapes to the kitchen.

He tried to chase him urgently, but the fist that hit his chin came first.

"Get out of here, you son of a gun!"

Oh my god!

With his fist stuck in his face to avoid it, Jong-hyuk kicked the ground and shouted loudly.

"Kitchen-! Stop the kitchen door-!"

The sound of detectives flocking in was faster.

"Jongbae-su…… I've heard of it somewhere."

"Oh, my God. It's just a common name."

"Drainage?"

The detective, who thought Jong-hyuk still went to the bathroom, smirked as he talked to Jong Bae-soo.

"But is this guy in the bathroom shit? Why are you so...."

"Kitchen-! Stop the kitchen door-!"

"… fuck!"

Song-hyuk's voice from the other side.

Whatever happened, the detective, noticing that the situation was going strangely, threw a cigarette in his mouth and flew toward the side door connected to the kitchen.

At that moment.

The kitchen door opened suddenly and Bang Il-seop rushed out.

Bang Il-seop's face is freaking out.

The detective's face is wide open.

"I'm caught……."

Oh, my god!

The detective rushed to retrieve his reaching hand and crossed in front of his chest. A black shoe that flew from behind Bang Il-seop hit it.

"LOL!"

"Run away, sir!"

"Uh, yeah!"

"That shit!"

"Where!"

Foot for the neck, which is vital.

The detective frowned and defended urgently.

In the meantime, Bang Il-seop escaped, and the detective shouted urgently.

"Who's going to catch him!"

I want someone to hear it.

Bang Il-seop clenched his teeth at the cry.

But there's one standing a few meters in front.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

He reached his chest, and in a sudden situation, Jong Bae-soo, who was stiffened, retreated as he saw someone running this way.

Then I suddenly had an idea.

The entire police and prosecution forces searched and found him.

If you hold onto it.

If you pretend to be...….

Just then, I saw Jong-hyuk running out of the kitchen door.

"Hey!"

Jong Bae-soo flew with his eyes closed tightly, and Bang Il-seop, surprised by his frozen appearance, took out the reflective grip.

Push!

"Huh?"

For a moment, the time between the two stopped.

Jong Bae-soo alternated between the ship that came in and Bang Il-seop, who held something, and Bang Il-seop, which he didn't know would be stabbed, hardened.

"This Seaveral...…."

"Hey, you punk!"

Bang Il-seop's shouting from behind.

And a big shadow came upon him.

Nice, bell-drain!

The guy who followed me around tactlessly ended up causing an accident.

But it's a good accident.

Jong-hyuk, who was praising Jong Bae in slow time, blinked at his figure with a knife in his stomach.

'Huh? What's wrong with that?….’

It's a big bang!

Bang Il-seop and Jong-hyuk, who rolled over the ground, rose up urgently.

His retina bore the image of a bell-drinking man holding his stomach and collapsing.