I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

There’s an old saying about discarding flesh to keep the bone. It means enduring harm to gain a greater benefit. There’s no more fitting phrase to describe the situation I’m in now.

The fight with Justice – or rather, when I was in danger of dying after being one-sidedly beaten up. I had one more thing hidden besides the gun in my chest.

That was the syringe containing the superpower neutralizing drug that the Human Center bishop had.

This unknown drug, which never appeared in the novel, seems to have been created by Sai, as it worked even on Mina who is a natural superpower user.

Yes, I used this drug on Justice bastard, which I had been hiding so carefully, doing all sorts of crazy things, thinking it might work even on Sai.

To put it simply, I sacrificed my trump card to save my life, choosing between my life and my secret weapon. It was quite a big decision for me, but – thinking about it now, I think I was incredibly lucky.

Before he swung his fist to kill me. There’s no other way to describe it but luck that I succeeded in stabbing the syringe into the wound I had shot open as planned.

Thinking about it now in this safe place, I realize I made quite a crazy plan. Use the neutralizing drug to avoid dying. That’s fine.

But the problem was getting it into him. I thought that even if I pretended to be crazy and rushed at Justice with a syringe, no matter how much of an idiot he is, he would find the syringe suspicious and be wary.

Even if he wasn’t wary, his body is tough enough that getting shot only results in his flesh being ‘torn’. If I had tried to stick the syringe into his bare skin, I might have touched him somehow but would have died without being able to push the needle into his flesh.

You say it doesn’t make sense? Think about it. Even if you have a sword that can cut through metal, if the one swinging the sword is a stray dog gnawing on bones on the street, could the sword properly fulfill its role? Of course not.

According to Mina’s testimony that I heard after the case was closed, what attacked Mina wasn’t just an ordinary person either, but the spider monster that had undergone mutation.

That means it takes strength on the level of the spider monster for the needle to pierce Mina, and also means this needle is very sturdy. So I thought:

If I can’t pierce the flesh, let’s shoot a hole with the gun first and then stick the syringe in there.

It was a strategy I came up with because my head had gone a bit crazy from stress, but I somehow managed to succeed. That’s why I’m alive like this.

Although I got burns on my stomach and armpits, my mouth was ruined from getting hit a few times, my arm bone was slightly cracked, and my whole body was bruised and battered – I’m alive, so it’s fine.

Knowing the camera was rolling, I covered the syringe with my body. To the camera, it would look like I shot from inside my chest and then rushed in crazily.

Well, from Justice’s point of view, he would have seen me rushing at him with a syringe, but that bastard completely lost his mind, so I doubt he’ll remember.

This concludes the explanation of how I survived against Justice bastard.

Let me change the subject slightly here. If you asked people to imagine what would happen to a police officer who survived against a supervillain in such a situation, what would they think of?

People are shocked and make a fuss? Or other police officers come asking how you did it?

That’s actually happening. After using the superpower neutralizing drug. People who saw the video of me beating up Justice who lost his superpowers are calling me things like the invincible policeman or ultimate weapon or whatever.

It’s partly because I got people’s interest by spectacularly beating that bastard when I saw he had lost his power and got angry – but that’s not what I want to talk about.

If the higher-ups see someone taking down a superpower user, and a fairly strong one like Justice bastard at that?

Moreover, if the opponent was an eyesore who interfered with their plans and even brought down high-ranking politicians, what choice would the higher-ups make?

Ah, this was too obvious a question. There’s no one who wouldn’t expect the obvious result of them launching an audit with the absurd charge of using an illegal superpower awakening drug.
So from today, I’m not human. Woof woof, fuck.

“… I’ve read it about 10 times, Inspector Lee Mun-su. No matter how I think about it, 10 weeks recovery for damage to the left testicle is too much. I’ve been thinking about it, and this really seems too excessive.”

Ah, was that not the reason?

The disciplinary auditor says with a serious face. I couldn’t find words to say and could only grin at those words. Even I had a fleeting thought that maybe I went a bit too far while beating that bastard.

Let’s see, what did I do to that bastard who lost his superpowers. First I kicked him in the groin, instead of throwing him I just punched the shit out of him, tripped him to make him fall then raised him up to kick him again-

“Hmm.”

I thought again. Did I really go too far?

I pondered seriously for a bit, but my conclusion is that if I was going to do it, I should have crushed both sides. Honestly, that bastard should be a bit more fucked up. If I could crush the other side too, I’d do it right away.

As I was thinking that while looking at the stains on the interrogation room table, the other auditor next to me banged on the table and said:

“Inspector Lee Mun-su. This is no time to be so relaxed!! You’re here on charges of excessive use of force, illegal removal of firearms! And illegal drug use. You. If this sticks, you’re losing your badge right away, you know!?”

Oh really? I gave the auditors who gave me words of hope my best friendly smile. And I asked politely, humbly, and respectfully to the people who would decide my future treatment:

“If I admit to all the charges, can I take off my police uniform right away?”

At my serious question, the auditors’ faces changed to an indescribable expression like they were looking at an idiot.

Don’t make faces like that. I really want to take off the uniform right now.

I told the auditors that I would admit to and confess to the charges they just mentioned, but the auditors made faces like this wasn’t it. Then they started whispering to each other.

“… We’ll see. You won’t be able to act so brazen for much longer.”

The auditors spouted some third-rate villain nonsense and left the interrogation room. I didn’t even take the superpower awakening drug, but if I could just take off the uniform, I’d confess right away, so why are they reacting like that?

I tried to call them back and somehow get them to accept my admission of the charges so I could retire or whatever. But they ignore me. They just sat ignoring me.

I’m admitting it. You said there were charges! Hey! You bastards!!

No matter how much I shouted, those bastards didn’t come back.

Fucking suits. I gave the CCTV camera a double middle finger.

Not long after the auditors left, I was sadly released due to insufficient evidence.

They say there will be additional audits for excessive use of force and use of firearms later, but looking at how things go in this field, this incident will either be buried or end with me being suspended for a while.

In fact, illegal removal of firearms should result in losing my badge, not just suspension, but when people with the power to reinstate a man who beat up the mayor decide they don’t want to let me go, would proper disciplinary action be taken?

Public opinion is constantly attacking the politicians for not properly checking and recklessly selecting someone like Justice, a villain who almost became an official government hero after laundering his identity.

If they touch me, who has become a symbol of justice [which is fucking annoying] beyond just a symbol of integrity, it’s obvious that public opinion would smell it and go wild, so the higher-ups have no choice but to bury it for now.

But there’s still something I don’t understand. The main charge for the audit against me this time. I don’t understand why they charged me with illegal drug use.

I’m not a superpower user, so why did they put in an audit? Are they trying to fabricate the blood test results to make me take off the uniform somehow- I hoped, but the actual test results came out true.

The suit bastards who came for the audit had constipated faces saying this isn’t it, even though I acted cooperatively from start to finish. What were these idiots really trying to do?

Did they really think I was a superpower awakening user and try to get some leverage?

This is also- possible. If you think they did this nonsense because they mistook me for a superpower user after seeing me beat up Justice, even their idiotic behavior makes sense.

Even for me who knows the whole story of the incident, the beating of Justice bastard shown in the video this time by the audit team was at a level impossible without being a superpower user.
I did beat him quite artistically. Yeah.

“Sigh, fuck.”

I let out a sigh while grinding my teeth. As a result, I survived, became more famous through the live video broadcast, and lost one of the cards I was hiding in my hand.

I survived by losing flesh to keep the bone, but that doesn’t mean the parts where flesh fell off don’t hurt.

And most importantly, me becoming this famous itself is not a good thing. There’s a saying, right? The higher you are, the more it hurts when you fall.

Even this fame is ultimately happening under Sai’s palm, so the more people recognize me, the more anxious I become.

Even in the novel, when she only caused weak incidents to make New Hope active and she became known as the best and strongest hero among people,

She made a fucked up story that she had actually orchestrated all the incidents because she wanted to be called a hero, and incited people to throw her to the bottom.

Who knows if she’ll do similar shit to me. I felt very uneasy about the gazes of people from the company who recognized me and opened their eyes wide as I was walking back.

“That person-”

“Yeah. It’s true. They say that person beat up a supervillain even though he’s not a superpower user?”

“I heard rumors he learned some kind of martial arts?”

What the hell is that? I feel like I might really develop an anxiety disorder from hearing these whispers.

I can’t even smoke on the street, so I put a nicotine gum in my mouth that I had bought for quitting smoking in the past but just ended up carrying around, and let out a sigh.

“Worrying about the future will just give me more wrinkles, fuck……”

I flexed my fingers while chewing the gum. First of all, the syringe containing the superpower neutralizing drug wasn’t caught on camera afterwards, and I succeeded in disposing of it properly.

At that time in the park, the scene was literally a mess due to the members of the National Assembly who were trapped in ice and rampaging, telling the paramedics to save them first.

I avoided the eyes of people around and threw the syringe into the medical waste box inside the ambulance that had been dispatched.

The syringe seems to be some kind of special product, but the body is no different from a regular disposable syringe, so the paramedics wouldn’t know.

Sai might have predicted that I had the superpower neutralizing drug, but- there’s still a big difference between whether actual evidence remains or not.

Suddenly, I remembered a scene from a comic I saw once where they counted all the disposable syringes in a hospital and said in court that the culprit stole this and committed a crime~.

I just went “ooh” and moved on then. But in reality, if you tried to make nurses do such a thing to prove it, you’d probably be murdered in the hospital room that day. Yeah.

As I returned to the station with these random thoughts, I saw the usual busy and noisy office of Gangdong-gu Special Investigation Team 1.

As usual, there were more empty seats, and I could see a new face looking around nervously, not knowing what to do, and someone arguing with a drunk superpower user.

A familiar mess. As I laughed and tried to return to my seat. Suddenly I felt the inside of the office become eerily quiet.

What’s going on, why did it suddenly get quiet? Did another incident happen?

I quickly looked around and saw that everyone in the office was looking at me. Why is everyone like this? I looked at the captain with eyes that said “What’s going on?”, but the captain was just shaking his head as if in disbelief.

Damn it. That baldy seems to know something, but what the hell is this?

As I was grinding my teeth, Sai approached. This devil woman handed me coffee with a smile.

“I’m glad you’re back, Deputy Chief. Good work. Really.”

It would have been better if you had let me go. As I was looking at the coffee she handed me with salty eyes, worried that there might be drugs in it.

Other team members suddenly started applauding. They’re applauding while looking at me. I’m the one who got my head cracked this time too, but where did these people get their heads cracked?

“……Mun-su. I’m sorry. I misunderstood you. You worked hard.”

“Inspector Lee Mun-su, it’s late, but congratulations on your promotion.”

“You bastard. Making people surprised. You were really cool, asshole.”

“?? Did you all get shot in the head?”

Everyone gathered around and started applauding. It’s unpleasant. I feel bad. I frowned at the unpleasant sensation of bugs crawling all over my body, but my head tried to understand what this situation was.

I could understand when I saw the video playing on the TV someone had turned on. The TV was playing a scene of me beating up Justice, and.

In that screen, I was bleeding in front of a half-unconscious Justice. At the time, I was only filled with the thought of beating this bastard to within an inch of his life out of anger and rage, but how should I put it, maybe because of the camera angle and environment.

The me on the screen looked like I had eyes filled with determination rather than anger. And Justice guy shouted while lying face down on the ground.

“[You, who are you! Even without superpowers! How, how could you! Just what the hell are you!]”

Instead of answering that guy’s words, the me in the video grabbed his collar, then punched his face to knock him out, and said while wiping the blood flowing from my mouth:

“[I’m Lee Mun-su from Gangdong-gu Special Investigation Team 1, you son of a bitch.]”

Ah fuck. Right, I did say that. My face flushed hot, and I wanted to chase out the mouse inside if there was a mouse hole and go in immediately.

Yeah, I haven’t seen the video taken this time. I spouted such nonsense because I was excited, and I didn’t want to see the video that was the root cause of making people recognize me.

Fuck, looking at it like that, it looks like I’ve become some kind of passionate detective!
It’s embarrassing. I want to die. Should I cut off the hands of all these bastards clapping?

I ignored the gazes looking at me with respect, admiration, and whatever other meanings, and quickly went outside.

“Deputy Chief- where are you going?”

“A fucking case!”

I waved my hand nonchalantly at Sai who asked to go together, and I made a vow. That I would definitely put that damn woman behind bars no matter what.

The most fucked up part of my life is that I don’t know when that will be. Fuck.