I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

After hearing Sai’s words, which seemed like there couldn’t be anything more fucked up in the world, I still haven’t been discharged from the hospital.

It’s not because of mental issues. Although the mental shock is big enough to have nightmares about what happened that night every day, it was somehow bearable.

The reason I’m still in the hospital is purely because of my arm. This arm. After being poisoned, it’s much better than when I first regained consciousness and has taken on the shape of a human arm, but it’s still purple.

My right arm, which doesn’t move well and has turned a purple color more vivid than grapes after the incident. They say the poison is being broken down, but because it’s such an unknown poison, even the doctors don’t know why it’s still this purple color.

It’s fortunate that the color is gradually fading after being administered countless unnamed drugs, but – still, seeing your own arm that looks like it might taste purple isn’t very pleasant.

This alone is shitty enough, but – as always in my life, there was a bottom beneath the bottom.

The special promotion I heard about from the captain has been postponed until I’m discharged from the hospital, and the Special Investigation Team members have each shown their faces once, and among the visitors was of course that damn Sai bitch included.

I wanted to properly curse at that bitch who shamelessly visited in male form and babbled that it was fortunate,

but because I had to act under the concept of having lost my memory, I had no choice but to swallow my bitterness and say thank you for coming with a forced smile.

Anyway, the family members who came to visit said that the spider bastard who made my arm like this has been transferred to a special prison and is already locked up in a special prison for supervillains,

and that bishop bastard was hospitalized due to his skin condition and then died from an unknown medical accident exactly on the dawn of the day I woke up.

Of course, that incident was neither an accident nor a coincidence. He was murdered. By Sai.

Before I could do anything, this case ended without finding any traces that could be evidence of Sai’s crimes.

That damn bitch. She babbled about repentance or whatever and then immediately went and cleaned up the bishop? I gritted my teeth inwardly and sent away the people who came to visit. After that, I organized my thoughts alone.

The information I gained from that terrible conversation that morning, which I don’t even want to mention again, is as follows.

First of all, one. Sai doesn’t know about the superpower neutralization drug I picked up from the bishop.

Two. Sai doesn’t seem to know that I have the USB I received from Shin Yu-mi. Or she’s not interested at all.

Three. Sai is interested in me. Not just interest, but something more than the interest she felt towards Mina in the original work – ugh.

Let’s stop thinking deeply about the last item. I might end up committing suicide if I’m not careful.

For now, if we summarize what I’ve found out above, she’s either not interested in or completely unaware of the cards I hold,

and for some reason, she’s taken an interest in me and wants to watch me break down while giving me pain, just as she did with Mina in the original work. More precisely, she seems to want to give pain to both Mina and me.

The moment I realized this, I wanted to immediately give up everything and run away to somewhere like Africa, but I painfully changed my thoughts. That as long as she’s interested in me, I won’t die right away.

This was quite beneficial to me. Luckily, I didn’t lose my memory either. Now that the anxiety of not knowing when I might die from her whims has disappeared. It means I now have time to think rationally too.

Of course, it’s unreasonable for me to endure hardships like in the original work and wait for Sai to fall. I know myself. It’s too much for me to endure trials with an indomitable will like Mina.

Then what should I do? After continuing to ponder without resting for even a moment during the days I was hospitalized, I finally-

“Mom, that person is weird.”

“Shh. Don’t look. You shouldn’t look.”

In the end, I gave up on pondering.

I’d ponder if problems could be solved by pondering, but nothing is being solved in the current situation, damn it.

I escaped from the hospital smiling like that. And after escaping, I’m now in a situation where I’m sitting on a horse-shaped playground equipment near my house, sucking on a popsicle.

As I sit on a horse-shaped playground equipment the size of my thigh, rocking back and forth while sucking on an ice cream, I feel like I can hear passersby whispering – but I ignore it.

How should I put it, with my brain completely removed and doing this? It feels like my mind is becoming more at ease and my head is clearing up.

Well, I’ve been lying in bed for 10 days rolling my head over and over, but no good ideas came out, so what would come out if I pondered more?

I laughed out loud. Honestly, asking me to use my head was too much in the first place. Even when investigating, it was the prosecutors and smart friends who made strategies and used their heads.

I was the role that got my head cracked by relying on my sturdy body and charging in, so suddenly asking me to use my head, damn it, how would that work?

How is this different from making an arts student do science work?

“Oh my go~d……”

I let out a sigh while chewing on the entrance of the popsicle.

That damn Sai bitch. May she get hit by bird poop while walking down the street.

As I put more strength into rocking my body while cursing Sai, the spring fixing the model horse underneath makes a creaking sound. I focus on that sound hitting my ears and try to empty my head as much as possible.

I emptied it. No, I tried to empty it. But – inevitably, thoughts reached me. The current situation really has no solution. Sai has revealed her identity and taken an interest in me, trying to torture me.

The shittiest point here is that even knowing this, there’s no way to break through it.

The only thing I can do is chase after the incidents Sai has set up, as before, and gather evidence that she set up the incidents?

Looking at it from that perspective, there was almost nothing to be gained from this incident.

The government, which learned of the existence of the superpower awakening drug, judged this drug to be dangerous and is telling the police and prosecutors to find the source of the drug somehow –

Does that seem possible? Most of the higher-ups are under Sai’s hand, and the only witness who could know the source of the drug, that bishop bastard, is dead, so what can be done?

They did catch the other believers who ran away, but those guys really don’t know anything, and the skinny guy who was injected with the drug became a spider monster and can’t have a proper conversation.

All attempts to catch Sai’s tail failed.

Should I say it’s fortunate that since the police are aware of the superpower awakening drug and continuing to crack down, superpower users won’t increase like mushrooms after rain as before?

I furrowed my brow at the continuing worries and pain. And as I was trying to find words other than curses, a single word burst out of my mouth as if I couldn’t hold it back.

“I really want to ride a trampoline.”

You know, that thing. Trampoline. I’ve wanted to ride one at least once since I was young, but what is human life that I couldn’t even achieve such a simple thing?

My life is screwed anyway, so I might as well do what I want to do. With that thought, I headed to a place with a trampoline nearby, riding a car I hijacked from a junior.

And when I came back to my senses, it was when I realized that trampolining consumes a lot of energy.

The price I paid for realizing I was doing something crazy after my energy was completely depleted was being caught by the kids playing there and being tormented until I was completely exhausted, unable to escape.

“I almost died……”

“Aw, come on. Mister, didn’t you say you’re a police officer! Shouldn’t you have good stamina then?”

“Kid. An uncle is a creature that, you see. With each passing day, becomes like a wet cotton ball.”

As I babble nonsense, so tired that my arms are trembling, the kids laugh out loud. Then the children go back to the trampoline while drinking the drinks I bought them.

If I hadn’t bought those drinks, I probably would have been dragged back into the hellish trampoline too.

Who would have known that what looked fun with people bouncing around would be a hellish torture device that drags people in and grinds them like vegetables in a blender?

I should never go near such a thing again. I tied the coat I wore every day around my waist and moved my heavy legs to leave the playground.

Because there were no parking spaces available, I had to park the car quite far away, so I have to walk quite a bit, but with no strength in my legs, the distance to the car felt like it was hundreds of meters.

“Huff……”

After drinking the ion drink I bought along with the ones for the kids in one go, I approached the green basket for collecting recyclable trash nearby to put the empty bottle in.

“This bastard. Are you really joking?!”

“What’s this retard doing without watching where he’s going? Hey, do you want to die?”

I was just trying to throw away trash, but I heard the common harassment repertoire of thugs.

Wondering what these bastards are up to now, I looked towards where the voices were coming from, and there were two pigs with tattoos and two skinny guys making a fuss in front of a kid wearing a school uniform.

Oh my. What are those bastards up to now?

I heard that gangster bastards these days are acting up, but what’s this now?
Although I’m on vacation right now. I don’t take the taxes people pay lightly enough to ignore such pathetic guys harassing a kid.
Police are still civil servants after all, damn it. I clicked my tongue and approached those two bastards, deliberately making loud footsteps.

“Huh? Who the hell are you, bastard!”

“Stop messing around and get lost!”

“You bastards are the ones messing around, damn it.”

At my words, the two thugs approach with their characteristic pathetic faces. Oh my, they’re even taking out butterfly knives?

I can’t help but laugh at the appearance of such typical thugs, rare to see these days.

When I was in the violent crimes unit, I was used to meeting guys like this, but now I’ve reached the point where I feel nostalgic for this? I approached the tattooed pig who took out a toy knife, laughing out loud.

Then, as if it wasn’t the reaction he expected, the pig flinched and tried to swing the knife at me, but. I grabbed his arm faster than that and kicked his leg out from under him.

“Hey, does this look like a toy to you?! You wanna die, you son of a- Ah! Aaagh!”

Thud! The pig falls with a sound like the ground is caving in. Roughly estimating, his body weight must be about 120 kg. But that body seemed to be a lump of raw fat without any muscle.

“Hey, exercise a bit. You. You’ll go out with a bang from fatty liver and high blood pressure at this rate.”

As I kindly advised him about his health and threw away the knife he was holding far away, the skinny guy next to him made a strange sound in confusion and rushed at me the same way.

“Wh-What?! You son of a- Guhak!”

When I kicked out the leg of the skinny guy rushing at me the same way, he made a sound like a crushed frog and fell face-first onto the ground.

“What are you grown-ass adults doing to kids? Damn it. Aren’t you ashamed?”

“You- who the hell are you……”

“Police bastards.”

“……Pardon?”

When I revealed I was police, I wanted to watch the spectacle of the fallen guys’ faces instantly turning ashen, but first I approached the kid who had been surrounded by these bastards.

A male student. A boy wearing a black school uniform with nothing special about it, looking timid. I reached out my hand to him and asked.

“Are you alright? Not hurt?”

“Y-Yes……”

“You’re a middle school student, right? Ah, you sons of bitches. What the hell are you doing to a kid whose blood hasn’t even dried behind his ears?”

Do thugs these days have no pride? When I scolded the bastards who seemed to be looking for a chance to run away behind me, they quietly knelt down on the ground.

I had already called the police, and I was about to ask basic questions like whether the kid was hurt anywhere, what had happened, and so on.

Crack! Crunch!!

If it weren’t for the chilling sound that came from behind, that is.

“Eek……”

The male student in front of me sat down on the spot, his face turning white. The male student with a terrified expression, even wetting himself. What’s going on, what did he see?

I also looked in the direction where the male student’s gaze was fixed. And what I saw there was a puddle where bright red blood and chunks of meat were mixed together.

What looked like human intestines and bones were crushed and spread all around, and clothes and objects stained with blood were strewn randomly on the concrete floor.

And standing on top of such a puddle of blood. A strange man.

Wearing a black motorcycle helmet with a white wing design drawn on it, like something a middle school delinquent biker would wear,

and under a green cape, wearing a training suit of the same green color, his appearance made it impossible to think of any other description besides “strange man”. And on those clothes – bright red blood.

Clearly, until just a moment ago, what was in that place were definitely the two thug bastards, but where did the thug bastards go and why is such a strange guy there?

As I stared at the green weirdo in front of me with tension, the green weirdo puffed out his chest and babbled.

“Don’t worry! Brave police officer and young child! I’ve come to save you! My name is Justice! I’m a hero who never forgives evil!”

Hero? I looked down again. The bright red puddle of blood spread out under the feet of the weirdo bastard wearing green clothes and a cape.

The scene looked in every way as if this crazy guy had trampled two thugs to death. The lunatic who identified himself as Justice stared at me unpleasantly and then disappeared, saying he had more work to do.
The lunatic who jumped vertically and disappeared into the sky like a dot. I stared blankly at the sky where that guy disappeared for a while and then muttered.

“Damn, all sorts of crazy bastards are walking around.”

Even though it’s become winter, the crazy guys are still the same. I covered the eyes of the male student behind me in horror so he couldn’t see the puddle of blood. What a shitty day, I thought.