I Became a Malicious Streamer

“Stop right there, you criminal!”

The criminal’s vehicle was hastily retreating from me. I felt like this guy’s butt was super heavy, and now it seemed like he was planning to escape at any moment. What the heck was he hiding that made him run away like that?

Still, it was just a futile struggle; he couldn’t escape from me.

I jumped onto the police car and began my pursuit.

– I can’t let him escape! If we lose someone like him, our police force won’t be able to hold its head high!

“Got it, got it! Don’t worry, I’ll catch him. This guy’s been jabbering too much since earlier.”

[For real, lol, so bossy]
[If you mess up, you’ll be all disappointed, right?]
[Can’t help it since he’s my superior, lol]
[Haven’t you Molbus ever been part of society?]
[If you’re so frustrated, why don’t you run?]

I was confident in this chase. I had proven my skills in racing games during the early days of my broadcast when we played drinking games.

Besides, I had actually been driving in the real world recently. For someone like me, who was a racer on the roads, this chase in a game was nothing.

To amp up the tension, I played an intense soundtrack that the viewers would recognize. It was the kind of music you hear when a hero in a drama takes gratifying revenge.

[The BGM is lit, lol]
[Suddenly it got super intense]
[With the sirens mixed in, it’s dizzying]
[If I don’t catch him, I’m not sleeping tonight for sure, ooo]
[Run!!!]

“Stop! Stop! You are surrounded! Pull over your car right now and comply with the orders! Failure to comply will result in firing!”

Saying things that cops would typically shout during a chase, I executed reckless driving — bumping from side to side due to speeding and eventually even blocking the fleeing vehicle with mine.

Some might call it excessive force, but it was better than letting him get away. But still, I managed to keep up.

The criminal finally stopped his vehicle in a shady neighborhood full of eerie buildings. It had a strange vibe that reminded me of Harlem-ga. As I got out, my nagging superior warned me.

– “Oh no, that guy. He must be a member of a gang. He lured us right into their territory. Stay sharp; it could get dangerous.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of gunfire echoed, and a corner of the screen turned bloody.

It was an effect that made it instantly clear that I’d been hit. Looking ahead, I saw a guy aiming a gun at me and several others creeping out from the buildings.

“Shooting? That’s my specialty.”

[Oh, there’s a shootout]
[The boss has aim hacks, guys]
[This is totally a god game]
[I feel like I’m going to get wrecked]
[We are seriously outnumbered, lol]
[Does the protagonist have no friends?]
[Seems like no support in this corner]

Using cover, I calmly started to take them out one by one. Peeking out to check their locations, I would pop in and out from behind cover, firing away.

But the AI wasn’t that stupid. They started to use their numerical advantage to tighten their encirclement. If this continued, I’d be stuck and turned into Swiss cheese. I needed to pick up the pace.

As I concentrated on my rapid gunfire, I suddenly heard:

– “Out of ammo!”

– “Out of ammo!”

“What? No bullets?”

When I tried to reload, all I got was a rusty sound, and nothing happened. Wait, did I need bullets from the start? I think I remember hearing that weapons and bullets could be purchased at a general store. But I hadn’t been to one yet.

[Oh no]
[I’m screwed!]
[I should have done some looting before fighting the gang, but I got into this too quickly]
[It must be random]
[Guess I got unfairly shafted, ooo, can I even survive this?]
[I feel like I’m going to die here, lol]

The only gear I had left was a dagger and a flashlight. The encirclement was slowly closing in on me, so I had no choice but to grab the dagger.

At this point, I was going full assassin mode. Whether the gang was made up of ten or twenty members, I was gonna take them all down.

But contrary to my thoughts, nothing like that actually happened. To take down just one, I would have to get up close due to the dagger’s short range. It was strange to think I could get close without being attacked during that approach.

“Why am I bleeding so much? Is there no parry system?”

[LOL, as if there would be]
[Mollu wants to parry…]
[There’s no such thing]
[Even if the teacher can, the character can’t]
[How can a person deflect bullets? Does that even make sense?]

I tried my best to take down a few, but ultimately the unavoidable death approached.

Bang!

A cutscene began to play. I fell to the ground, and my superior’s lamenting voice sounded above me.

– “Oh no, are you okay? Get up! You can’t fall here! Get up!”

[Get up, Mollu! The evil gang can’t win without you!]
[Get up! Get up!]
[Get up, Mollu, you’re the pride of Korean Switch]
[Get up? How can I get up after being shot so many times?]
[If a person gets shot, they die]

“Ugh… I’m sorry, Yeonggam-nim. I was wrong.”

The cutscene ended, and the screen slowly faded to black, ultimately darkening. I had died.

I had lost to those vile gangsters, and my life as a checkpoint cop was over.

That’s what I thought.

*

– “Being alive is a good thing. I’m really glad. You were lucky. The bullets missed all your vital spots!”

“What? I’m alive?”

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself not in the gang’s base at Harlem-ga, but rather in the checkpoint, which could be considered my original base camp.

From my superior’s words, I vaguely grasped the events that transpired. Thankfully, I had been lucky enough to survive.

– “Now, let’s start working again. I’ve put down the characteristics of suspicious cars or individuals on the bulletin board, so take note.”

“Dying and coming back only to be told to work right away. Is this the life of a civil servant?”

[It’s like a black company]
[Back then, there were no labor laws]
[??? : Oh, welcome back from your break! Congratulations on surviving; now let’s get to work!]
[Get to work already]
[I accidentally took a route that ends up dead]

Following my superior’s direction, I checked the board.

“A man in his 30s attempted to illegally immigrate from the Arabica Kingdom; beware of a green compact vehicle…”

This was basically a wanted notice. They had outlined the characteristics of suspects like a criminal sketch.

This was definitely useful information for my checkpoint duties. If there were suspicious candidates like this, it would be easier to filter them out.

I decided to take my duties at the checkpoint more seriously than before. Why did that situation happen earlier? It was because I had failed to stop him. If I had properly contained him in the first place, he wouldn’t have made a run for it, and I wouldn’t have gotten shot.

I had been too lenient on those passing through the checkpoint. From now on, I would enforce my duties without mercy.

The checkpoint began, and soon the first vehicle came through.

– “I’m off to sell some milk. Got a problem with that?”

“Get out!!!”

I swung my pickaxe down at the self-proclaimed milk vendor sitting in the driver’s seat. Blood sprayed from his thigh as he screamed.

– “W-Why are you doing this? Just stop being violent!”

First, I had to establish some discipline. What gall to act so cocky. Correcting his tone, I dragged him out of the driver’s seat.

Then, I checked his passport, examined the cargo, and thoroughly searched the vehicle before allowing him to pass through.

“I’ve been way too naive until now. I should have done this earlier.”

After that, similar checkpoints followed. If I sensed something was off, I would start with a hit from the pickaxe. To prevent escapes, I even purposely punctured the vehicle’s tires sometimes.

[Why is this guy so violent? lol]
[He came back cruel after dying]
[Oh ho, this is a pre-modern detective method; don’t slander me]
[The devil of the pickaxe is here, lol]
[The wrath of the pickaxe, wow]
[How is it that beating people costs more than the money you get from checkpoints?]
[For real, I might bankrupt with this ending]

I successfully finished up the checkpoint duties. Now only one vehicle remained.

It was a small green compact car, and the driver looked neither too young nor too old — a man of a decent age.

Indeed, a man who looked to be in his 30s. A man in a green compact car? I was sure.

“I got you, you little punk. Get out of the car. Get out, buddy. Not getting out?”

– “W-What are you doing? I’m just here for a tour…”

“Touring my foot! Just tell me the truth. Where are you hiding the drugs or weapons?”

I continued to swing my pickaxe down. As the car got damaged, the guy eventually jumped out, trembling in fear.

“So you won’t talk, huh? Well, sis knows a thing or two! Just wait; I’ll cuff you in no time.”

I jumped into the car, looking for suspicious signs. But no matter how thoroughly I checked the driver and passenger seats and the car front and back, I found nothing hidden.

[Huh… sis…]
[The all-knowing sister position, wow]
[To the truth chamber!]
[This person doesn’t seem like the one, lol, there’s nothing here]
[Teacher, check the passport before you start breaking stuff!]

“Oh, that’s right. The passport.”

Since this was the last vehicle, I had too many suspicions and didn’t think twice.

Approaching the trembling man, I took the passport.

– “Please, look closely… I’m innocent.”

“I’ll find out everything when I investigate, so just wait.”

Taking the passport, I checked it carefully for suspicious items. Entry date… correct, renewal date… age… 52 years.

Wait, 52 years?

“No way, 52 years old? This face?”

If he’s 52, that changes the suspect parameters significantly. The bulletin said the criminal was supposed to be in his 30s.

I messed up. A blatant mistake.

I had inadvertently become a vicious bureaucrat brutally assaulting a middle-aged man.

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