I Became a Cop in the Superhero Genre

05 : Even in this world, the police are the ones who solve cases.

It’s not suitable, but let’s declare it resolutely. Now it’s time to start investigating the alleged crimes between the world’s worst dark circles.

Yumi Shin said that she would find a way to protect her, but she said there was a way to be safe, and after that, she only told us how to contact her just in case, and we are not in touch for each other’s safety.

This investigation is a fight in which the police can never back down for the fate of this world, for my life, and for the countless victims of the psychic awakening incident.

The first thing I did in front of such an investigation that must never be defeated is-

“Oh shit.”

Evidence taken from something similar to vomit at the scene of the incident was directly transferred to the National Forensic Service.

Honestly, even if you decide to uncover and arrest the crime in between, how could a miraculous event suddenly happen to solve the situation right in front of your eyes?

Not the police, but strange people who ask me for help, and the incident repeats everyday life. So I’m running as usual to solve the case.

This time, the suspect is the guy who fled after committing bioterrorism, spewing a stinking green liquid and don’t ask people.

The evidence I’m moving now, this wallet that doesn’t look particularly unusual, is the evidence that was left behind.

Because of the viscous, unknown liquid, you can’t touch it or check the inside, but the people of the National Forensic Service or the CSI won’t find a way to do it? I’m thinking about moving…

It smells terrible, but it is green, sticky and viscous. Long ago, when I went to the countryside in the summer, this unknown liquid, which smelled worse than the smell from a flush toilet, was so terrible that it was difficult to describe in words.

Even if you wrap it in several layers of plastic, put it in the icebox, and wrap it in plastic again, the smell still leaks out. Thanks to that, my car is now a weapon on the road that reeks of hell.

But why did I move the on-site evidence and not the NFS? In my consciousness dazed by the stench, I briefly retraced the conversation we had after discovering this evidence.

“- Hey here! wallet! Evidence is there – ugh! Fuck! Didn’t the CSI guys see what was right in front of them?! Where are they?!”

“They said they gathered all the evidence.”

“… … ? Did you go this fast? why?”

“I gathered all the evidence from the scene.”

“Mr. Lee… … Come quickly and take this. Bastards who don’t work… … .”

“… … uh- bro? I contacted the CSI, and they asked me to bring the evidence directly to the laboratory. They say you guys are busy.”

“… … .”

“Brother, put down the gun and go. If you want to take it, you have to bring your equipment here to make it more painful.”

It’s a memory I don’t want to recall. I glared at the cursed stink bomb in the passenger seat, but opened the window unable to withstand the terrible stench that didn’t dampen my momentum.

Since the forensic science research institute is near the city center, of course there were people near the car, and as soon as I opened the window, I could see people startled by the stench escaping from the car as if they had waited.

-Damn it, you made a mistake. I hastily closed the window. Inside, I checked the date, resolutely determined to arrest the criminal who had humiliated me like this.

Time goes by and it’s November, it’s time to catch a cold if you don’t wear a thicker coat, and it’s been quite some time since you last contacted Shin Yu-mi.

between, between. I thought of Sai’s name rolling on the tip of my tongue.

She, no, he was a model of a passionate and good policeman, even as I have seen so far.

He is kind to the citizens as well as his colleagues, but he does not compromise with crime, he is kind to bald people like the class president, and he is competent in easily solving cases that I want to solve.

Even for me, even for a moment, Sai wasn’t the dark side I knew. He was just a bit bad at fighting, but he looked like a smart and capable cop.

But, like the Ha Tae-sik case, he does something suspicious at first glance, and his eyes turn blue every time he does, so those thoughts fly away in an instant.

For now, the course of action I have decided for the above reasons is as follows. I never heard anything about USB

When the major events of the original work that will happen in the future happen, keep an eye on the suspicious behavior between Sai and gather evidence.

After that, he somehow helps Mina to become stronger.

Because she is the only hope that can defeat Sai. As an ordinary police officer, this is all I can really do.

What a piece of shit. Nothing seems to work out for me at all.

oh, isn’t it Still, there is one thing that works out well for me.

That is, unlike the original work, the relationship between Sai and Mina is quite indistinguishable?

The two often meet at the scene of the incident, and Sai tries to take care of him kindly, but Mina refuses for some reason.

Thanks to that, when I tried to prove that Sai was a villain, I judged that Mina would easily believe my words. Still, the doubts don’t go away.

In the original story, until Mina’s true identity was revealed, it is said that Mina even harbored feelings for Sai in disguise as more than a friend.

What else has gone wrong because of me? But did you think that Mina didn’t need a relationship because I’m kind to New Hope? No, but he’s not like that…

“-I don’t know this.”

good is good

If things don’t work out and Mina doesn’t believe me, I’ve come up with a way to make Mina, who can’t reveal her identity, listen to me while pretending to know who I am.

So, if I’m careful, it won’t be such a big deal-

… … Hey, that’s what a police officer in the role of dying in the middle of helping the main character would say.

When I realized that, the image of myself passing through my head as I gave the main character last important evidence and oxidized fiercely passed by.

Even though it’s a simple imagination, I feel a shock in the back of my head with so much fear. I stopped at a convertible near the driveway I was running on and thought.

Come to think of it, it seems that the choice was a bit rushed because I was scared after learning what Sai’s purpose was. Should I say that the accident was paralyzed by fear?

I calmly took a breath and wrote down all the things I had written on the top line of the course of action that I had decided on, and wrote down Survive for now.

… … But no matter how many months later, do you think about it? Even if you think about it yourself, he’s such a bad guy that you wonder how he graduated from the police academy, but I think this is a bit harsh.

“… … He’s so damn drunk.”

I have to ask the class president to buy me a drink today. If you refuse, throw away the hair balm.

The moment I clicked my tongue and put my hand on the steering wheel to drive the car back to the Scientific Investigation Institute. I saw something strange outside the window.

In the street where people pass by, two men in white clothes are running with a motionless child on their backs as if they have lost their minds.

There is also a large hospital nearby, so are the people living nearby carrying their children? I wanted to, but I changed my mind within a second and jumped out of the car convinced that it was an incident.

That’s also true. One of the men was wearing a weird thing that some American KKK guys use- uh, he dropped the syringe right now, crazy.

“This crazy- white clothes over there! KKK people! stop! It’s the police!”

“Wow, cops?!”

“run!”

The two guys run away, even more frightened at the word police. However, how easy would it be to run with a child who looked at least 3 or 40 kg on his back?

I ran straight to pick up the dropped syringe and ran after the duo.

As I ran like that, the distance with the strange guys got closer every minute, and as if they noticed that, they gave up running on the sidewalk and rushed into the alley.

No, it feels strange. This isn’t running to run away, it seems to be luring me somewhere?

“Damn it! You just have to go there! Only there!”

“Yeah, I prepared for times like this, you know!”

I can even hear him saying, ‘You can go there!’

… … can i follow this It looks like they have a gang somewhere, but I can’t run away because I don’t know what will happen to the kids hanging on their shoulders if I give up the chase here.

What a fucking cop life.

“There you madmen!”

I sped up a bit more. I thought it would be better to catch it before reaching the destination, and as I ran with all my might, the suspects soon fell to the ground as if their stamina was exhausted.

“Ha, Si. Put your kids down and raise your hands. Ha, it’s really cold. What are you doing with the kids? cubs.”

As I glared at them as I wiped my sweat, they started crawling on the floor and talking strange nonsense.

“Sir, fuck… … ! We’re not doing anything wrong, you, you bastards! We’re going to punish incompetent cops like you! What’s wrong! I brought you this monster to kill, so its parents will be grateful!”

saw the kids The hair is light blue and red. boy and girl. The girl has wings growing on her back. My God, are these kids getting caught up in the awakening of supernatural powers these days?

I was a bit surprised, but even more surprising was Ji’s idiot-like appearance when he confessed to committing a crime, and child abduction.

If you are sick, you are sick. I took out the handcuffs and approached them to arrest them. But the moment I approached, one of the two, wearing a KKK hood, took out a hedge knife from his back pocket and brandished it.

But I had already seen what was in my back pocket while running. That’s why I easily dodged the knife, and when I dodged the knife, the hooded kid pointed the knife at the kidnapper this time.

“Go away! If it doesn’t go off, I’ll rip this bastard’s throat!!”

no that crazy bastard Yes, if you draw a knife, you should be prepared to be shot.

I pulled the gun out of my holster and pointed it at the KKK hood. Then he stiffened as if surprised, but why? The skinny guy next to him [looked thinner because he was muscular] grinned.

“Get out your gun and do something! You guys can’t use it properly! You don’t know?! Cops said using guns would end police life! What to do with it out?! If you want to ruin your life, try shooting it!”

… … what is that sickness?

An asshole who pushes right into his chest and tells him to shoot. I heard that there are a lot of idiots in dramas these days.

Well, that statement is not unfounded. In this country, shooting a pistol isn’t much different from taking off your clothes. But that was before the supervillains appeared.

With the advent of supervillains, the number of crazy people who get home-made pistols as well as real pistols from neighborhood gangsters is increasing.

The law has been revised as the danger has risen vertically, and these days, police officers often carry pistols not only in supervillain cases but also in general criminal cases.

The Special Investigations Team always carries a pistol because they’re dealing with supervillains, and I do, too – but that doesn’t matter here.

For a moment, I alternately looked at the skinny guy, who laughed shamelessly as if he wasn’t scared, and the KKK hooded pig, who, hearing the skinny guy’s words, screamed at the same time.

Wouldn’t it be solved by just warning the manual and then shooting the skinny leg? No, now that the kids are being held hostage, it’s dangerous to shoot them. then-

I took the gun Then the faces of the two men brightened, but soon after seeing my actions, doubts appeared on their faces.

What’s wrong with simply taking a bullet out of a gun? I carefully put the blanks and bullets in my pocket, and approached them.

The KKK hood trembled and said ‘Uh-uh-uh’ before stabbing me with a knife. The gripping posture is still important, but you stab me. Instead of dodging the knife with a smile, I grabbed it with my hand.

My eyes narrowed at the pain that was not enough to describe it as tingling, and the flowing blood soaked the floor.

Both the KKK hood and the skinny man looked at me in amazement, and I showed the scars on my palm and said,

“Hey, what if I stab the detective? I’m glad I stopped it.”

“What?”

I grabbed the pistol upside down and swung it, aiming for the head of the weird KKK hooded guy. Thanks to the relatively strong control of the hitting, instead of the sound of meat exploding, it’s tteok! There was a clear sound. The hunk collapsed without a single scream.

A mask that collapses. I carefully held up the child the mask was holding hostage, and the one that remained. The skinny man screamed and shouted when he saw the mask.

“Cho, you can’t shoot guns! Then you can’t! What are you doing!!”

“You didn’t shoot the way you wanted. I just swung it.”

“what?!”

“The gun didn’t ‘shoot’.”

Yes. A gun is obviously a weapon with high lethal power. But the problem is that if there are no bullets, it’s just a lump of metal-

But if you think about it, isn’t it dangerous enough to just wield a lump of iron?

The pistol I use is the S&W M10. It’s a bit difficult to use, but it’s definitely seriously painful if you hold it upside down and hit someone’s head with the handle. If you control your power incorrectly, you can really die.

However, as an expert in blunt weaponization of firearms, I can completely stun from the level of pain that won’t kill me. As if to prove my thoughts, the mask that doesn’t wake up.

With a perfect stunner like this, even a skinny guy could go to jail with satisfaction. Thinking that, I looked at the skinny guy, and he crawled backwards with his face dyed blue.

Then, as if he suddenly realized the existence of the child he was carrying on his back, the skinny smiled an eerie smile.

“Oh, don’t come! If you come, I’ll kill this bastard! I will really kill you!!”

A skinny man strangling a child who was carrying him on his back with his bare hands. Seeing that, I kicked his leg without hesitation. A skinny guy rolling on the floor with an ugly cry.

“Since it’s winter, crazy bastards have been stuck in the house, but they come out again, damn it.”

These are really fucking babies. I snatched the bastard’s child from my arms and set it down, then looked down at the still whining bastard and said,

“You are being arrested for child abduction as of the present time. You can hire a lawyer who will give you headaches over your bullshit, you’ll hopefully have an excuse, you can refuse to testify against you, and you can file a complaint with the courts for your arrest. Get up, you bastard.”

I was trying to bring evidence, what the fuck is this doing now.

Every day is so fantastically painful that I’m dying. I sighed as I handcuffed the skinny wrists.

Suddenly, the patterns on the clothes of these two men caught my eye. A strange picture in which something like a drawstring stands like a cross in a round circle.

Wait a minute, this is what I wrote down in my notebook. This pattern is clearly the pattern of the pseudo-religion ‘human-centered’, which is the main group that causes the ‘psychic suppression case’, one of the big events in the novel story.

Could it be that the time has come for the suppression of psychics? But if my memory is correct, this pseudo-religious human center isn’t just brainwashed people who lost their brakes.

Even among the general believers, they are the ones who gather strong or dangerous ones and solidify their solidarity by killing people together.

The characteristics of these guys are that they unite in hatred and use their numbers as well as use drugs or other humane tactics to hunt psychic people.

The novel says that they are dangerous idiots who run around shouting for justice and don’t care about the police, but why are there only two of them?

The moment I questioned it, I suddenly remembered that these guys were trying to lead me somewhere, and then I heard people rushing from across the alley.

– Was there ever a time when you were so uneasy about being called idiots who don’t care about police or anything?

Looking at the place where I heard the sound of anxiety, these two bastards and about 20 big people in white clothes are running all over with tools, no, fuck why are they all wearing KKK masks?

As I was at a loss for words at the bizarre sight of a group of KKK masks in white cotton shirts, the skinny man in handcuffs shouted with his eyes wide open.

“Sir, you came late! hey! You bastard who blocks our referee! Soak this baby too! There are no bullets in the gun! Kill!”

“How dare you interfere with the referee… … !”

“Kill that bastard!”

Seeing a group of KKK masked men with weapons ranging from metal pipes to axes saying they would kill me right away. I spat out a curse.

Let’s see, if I try to put the bullet back in, I’m going to get shot by them all. As a detective, I shove my pistol into Holst and raise my fist-

Instead, he ran away with the children in his arms.

I can’t take the kids who fainted and can’t even stand on the fight, how can I win 20 people alone.

This time, it becomes a picture of me carrying a child on my back and running away, and perverts in white clothes chasing me. A chase drama that suddenly happened in downtown Seoul. A group of 20 people in KKK masks and a man running like he was dying with two children in his arms.

Naturally, people were very upset when they reported this bizarre sight to the police, and although a few escaped, most of the madmen were caught and the scene was over.

It’s especially distasteful that one of the runners is that skinny guy. what way is there catch it later than that

“oh my god… … Are you a psychic?”

“As expected, was the rumor that Detective Lee Moon-soo was a psychic? … !”

“By any chance, are the contents of your head, Hue, and mourning [喪中]?”

You have to think about catching the kids who ran away. What are you doing? No, I didn’t fight in the first place, damn it.

Let’s pretend I didn’t hear the dispatched police officers talking about whether or not the contents of their heads died.

Could it be because of the cold sweat? Feeling the trembling cold tickling my skin, I looked at the police officers at the police station as if they were trash.