Regression Reset Life of Police

prolog

Boooow.

In the dark dawn, in the car leaving Seoul.

Choi Jong-hyuk, a 48-year-old skinny middle-aged man who is 190 centimeters tall, is shedding tears.

"No, you can't go like this."

I wiped it off with my hands, but tears flowed down.

Whoosh!

Choi Jong-hyuk stammered his hand to his ear.

Where are you? Everyone's busy right now!

200 billion counterfeit bonds fraud.

Currently, all intelligent crime investigators are hanging on to the case.

The case was also monitored by the presidential office Cheong Wa Dae, and the case was scheduled to be closed a while ago, with the daily wage being checked.

If only a new being hadn't sprung up.

The person in charge who thought it was a simple contact was the general manager.

Besides, there was a force behind him who deceived everyone.

Testimony of meeting some people. M.O. and contact system were met with meticulous.

In addition, pressure came from above.

A force that makes even the police chief move.

The inspection will soon put a knife in his back, and the team leader!

It's got to be.

But it didn't matter to Jong-hyuk now.

"Hahaha, Hyunsuk."

Why?

"My mother is dead."

Listen to me! I'm on my way, so don't think about anything weird!

A mother who married her father at the age of 20 and lived a hard life.

"There's one thing called a kid! I didn't do anything for you! He's dead!"

Exercise as a teenager.

A mother who has not been seen since she was in her twenties because of police work.

Mother who hasn't celebrated her birthday in 48 years.

Jong-hyuk abandoned his mother, who supported his child with her hands and feet.

I want to succeed.

I want to go higher.

I've been turning a blind eye.

Nevertheless, the mother, who was comforting her son first, died.

Don't call me because I'm busy!

I'm working out!’

If I knew this would happen, I'd say it warmly.

I should have visited you once in a while and bought you something delicious.

Jong-hyuk now regrets and regrets.

"Argh!"

Pull yourself together, man! Pull over on the shoulder of the road! 야, Choi Jong-hyuk! You son of a bitch!

Put it on!

He pulled over on the shoulder.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Get your hands off the wheel and text me your location now! If you don't let me go, I'll kill you!

The line was cut off, but Jong-hyuk couldn't stop crying.

How much did he cry?

Jong-hyuk turned his head back.

"Whoo, whoo."

He fumbled and pulled a cigarette out of the box.

A cigarette that hasn't been smoked well since 26 years ago, cutting out two-thirds of the upper part of his body when he was a 22-year-old constable.

A cigarette that you only take a bite whenever you have a hard time.

Roar!

A dump truck ahead turned on the hazard lights, but Jong-hyuk ignored and bit a cigarette.

Squeak!

"Cough! Cough!"

Boom boom!

"Hey! Are you okay? Can I help you?"

Jong-hyuk shook his hand nervously.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Jong-hyuk pressed Claxon.

"Come on, I'm worried...… Huh? Huh? Huh?"

'Why?' Jong-hyuk's eyes turned back.

A big shadow running towards this side.

Boooow!

Bite!

'Cough!'

That's how he lost his mind.

* * *

"...That was obvious! Wait for the signal!"

'What…'s that noise?' Jong-hyuk barely opened his eyes to a voice coming from somewhere.

He looked around, holding on to his hazy mind as if he had been on drugs.

The body is attached to the broken car.

No, the car ate itself.

'Is it heaven's punishment...'

A punishment from heaven for the unfaithful son who turned a blind eye to the heavens.

At that time, I heard a voice.

"Survived? Oh, I'm about to die."

Someone who looks down at himself through a barely visible gap.

"You should have covered it when I told you to. Then my mother wouldn't have died."

At the end of the sentence, the faint mind instantly became clear.

Mother's death.

You're saying it's related to you, to the guys you're after?

With his eyes wide open, Jong-hyuk tried to see him.

But my head didn't turn.

'No, I have to see this guy!'

Crunch!

His forearm came in and ripped off the black box.

"Tattoo on the wrist, smell of wood...…not a young voice…….’

"All right, pull out."

Roar!

The sound of two dump trucks leaving rang in my ear.

On the soon quiet highway.

Blood flowed from Jong-hyuk's eyes.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mother... I miss you...….’

His eyes slid shut.

1. Regression

(Screams!

"…Lord, aren't you dead?"

"Mo, I don't know!"

Sitting down, Jong-hyuk blinked.

Beep-!

I couldn't come to my senses because of the ringing ears.

Raising his head, he blinked again.

A narrow alleyway with walls two meters high and 10 students wearing school uniforms with shortened trousers.

And a variety in your hand.

"It's a strange and unfamiliar situation."

Broken glass bottles stuck on the wall stimulate memories.

Flinch!

"Look! It's alive!"

"Hey, shit, Choi Jong-hyuk!"

"……Ah."

It was only then that Jong-hyuk was able to bring up memories from a long time ago.

The nightmare of his downfall as an unlimited judo prospect.

In the spring of 1997, when he was 17, his judo life ended when his index and elbow ligaments were severed here.

"It's a flashlight."

It's the same situation as it used to be.

Sometimes I woke up screaming like a nightmare.

'If only I hadn't been hurt at this time.’

Maybe he became a medallist, and he became a judo coach or coach, not a police officer.

Whatever it was, he would not have been a police officer at least 20 years old, applied at age 22, but was stabbed to cut out two-thirds of his stomach.

The incident led him to go to the violent world, but he moved from 160kg to 65kg to learn all kinds of martial arts and tried to study dozens of times more than others to survive the violent criminals and gang life.

Eventually, he became the team leader of the Intelligent Crime Investigation Unit after trying hard, but that was when he was left.

'That's not the point.'

If this was really a flashback, I didn't have time to play with these guys.

The face you want to see one last time.

I had to go see that face.

Mom.

The eyes of Jong-hyuk became clear.

"Oh, my God."

Standing on the ground, Jong-hyuk put his hand on the top of his head.

Seeing his bloody palm, he smiled in vain.

"Oh, shit. They're not Dalgans or mulberry pups, they're pulling out all the wires because of these little pups."

Gang squad, drug squad, metropolitan investigation unit, intelligent crime investigation unit.

He has 28 years of police life and 26 years of criminal life.

No matter how much it is, Kang Hyun-suk, a senior superintendent of the team, will tease him for at least a year.

"You son of a gun! You're so good!"

"If you're an athlete, pretend you don't know!"

"Right, I did." At that time, he couldn't resist the behavior of his classmates.

Then this division was finally formed.

Jong-hyuk sighed.

"Hey, little boys. Now that we've seen each other's blood, why don't we stop here? Then I'll finish up here."

That's what Jong-hyuk said, but he knows.

I'm afraid I can't.

Teens in these days were differently chunky than in the future.

In the 90s, he used to be one of the best motorcycles when he had to ride a blue dragon shoba.

As expected.

"Darn it! Darn it!

"Whew."

'Hmm?' Jong-hyuk stared at the swinging ankle.

What's so slow?

The speed at which a snail crawls.

Jong-hyuk his own body was also very slow to move. It was as if everyone was trapped in a strange time.

My fuselage vision was this good.

I couldn't remember well because old age came early to hard police life.

Thank you for everything.

At that time, after being hit on the head, I was so busy that my index finger and elbow ligament broke off.

Jong-hyuk swirled the arm of the wood-wielding man, penetrating inward and bouncing his back.

Whoosh! Whoo!

"Cough!"

"Oh, one round."

He thought it was a perfectly neat game.

A gruesome game that doesn't even have a sense of handing people over.

Slow time made this possible.

Standing up, Jong-hyuk turned his neck from side to side watching his friend who had a crab in his mouth and turned white.

"Guys, isn't this a special injury and attempted murder? With weapons in his hands, even if it's juvenile law, it's a 9th and 10th disposition?"

"What, what are you saying?"

"What do you mean, what do you mean? I've searched everywhere."

Jong-hyuk strode, showing his teeth furiously.

Boom!

Then, the bullies stepped back one step by step.

The fear of a giant tiger approaching eroded their bodies.

Jong-hyuk raised the corners of his mouth.

Now!

Jong-hyuk suddenly turned and hit the ground.

The goal is the wall next to the door of the house behind the back.

There is no time to waste on bullies. I had to see my mother quickly.

"What?! Come on, grab it!"

"Whoops!"

Percussion!

The moment I jumped, time slowed down again.

Hong-hyuk, who kicked the wall twice, opened his eyes wide.

"Oh?"

For some reason, I can see beyond the wall.

"Oh, did I have such a good physique then?"

Jong-hyuk grabbed the edge of the wall.

His body crossed the wall like a flying beast.

"Hey, you son of a gun!"

"You're dead tomorrow, man!"

Jong-hyuk grinned at the noise heard over the wall.

"No matter how hard you try to get over it, you'"

Three meters high is difficult for burglars who fly and crawl.

While turning around, Jong-hyuk was startled. A girl with long straight hair glasses was staring blankly in the yard.

"Oh, I'm sorry, student. Call them in. Of course!"

Jong-hyuk quickly flung himself toward the back of the house.

"Oh, there!"

There was a call, but Jong-hyuk ignored it.

I'm on my way, Mother.’

Coming back over the wall onto the road, Jong-hyuk ran towards his mother's place by now.

"Look over there!"

"Student, are you okay?"

It was at the entrance of the subway station that arrived ignoring everything heard.

There are tents lined up nearly 20 meters.

During this time, my mother sold fish cakes and gimbap on the streets for those who went to work early in the morning, and tteokbokki and fried food from day to night.

I raised Jong-hyuk with such hard-earned money.

palpitating

Time slowed down again.

As he swam slowly, his eyes trembled in front of a tent.

A mother who lost her husband in an accident as soon as she had a child at the young age of 20.

Our son, our police son, lived the mother who ignored him and ignored him.

vividly before his eyes

Much younger and prettier.

Jong-hyuk clenched his teeth.

"Welcome…… Son?

"Uh, Mom."

Walking into the tent with trembling hands, Jong-hyuk took his hand to his mother's face.

Even though he was only 37 years old and at an age when the flowers would bloom, a rough and rough face cut out his heart.

Slap Jong-hyuk knelt down in front of her.

"Son, all of a sudden......Blood, blood!"

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

What I wanted to say when we met.

Jong-hyuk let out a cry.

"Son-!"

* * *

Ugh! Clap!

"Oh, it stings.

"I told you I'd rather hit you or get beaten up."

His back broke, but Jong-hyuk laughed.

'He's really alive.’

It's not a flashlight.

The pain feels vivid.

Regression.

Something that could happen in a movie or drama.

But I have no choice but to believe it.

A younger mother.

And likewise, a young body.

He returned to his physical body, which he thought he would never have again, at 185cm and 140kg.

But it doesn't matter how you feel.

I met my mother again, and I was able to live again.

I was just grateful to heaven.

"Are you laughing? Are you laughing now?""

Clap! Clap!

"Argh! Ugh!"

"You've got to be hit more!"

"Mother, if you hit me like that, it's hard to suture."

Reaching her hand at the doctor's words, she grinned at her giant son.

"Should I buy a lottery ticket?"

A son who hugged and wailed because he didn't even come to the street vendor for a reason.

My mother died in my dream while I was beaten and unconscious.

She burst into laughter when she saw her son's cute appearance after 15 years of adolescence.

My son's adolescence must finally be over, Mr. Dochul.

She was glad that her dead husband helped her.

But I still had to stay on my toes crossed.

"That's it. Don't wash your hair for a while."

"Thank you, sir."

Ko Jung-sook, who left the hospital emergency room, saw Jong-hyuk.

"Go ahead. I'll be right in."

Flinch!

Jong-hyuk held his mother's hand.

"Let's go together."

Jung Sook's forehead is wrinkled.

"What kind of accident did you really cause? Is there a lot of settlement?"

If the son had been hit this much, the opponent would have been silent.

"I'm a real high school student now. Why are you causing an accident? Don't you see that I got hit on purpose?"

"I'm proud of being hit. What's wrong with you? It's strange, son."

"To be filial."

From now on.

A life that I've come to live again.

Jong-hyuk vowed to live for his mother.

'And you have to catch him.’

I had to catch the man who killed my mother.

No, I had to kill him.

His eyes began to fill with life.

You meticulous bastards.

Not only was it a fraud of counterfeiting bonds, but also the method of killing Jong-hyuk himself was cruel and meticulous.

Perhaps there are more than a few of these crimes like this. Five, ten, maybe even before, this has been the case.

Otherwise, he could not have been so bold and detailed.

I had to climb to the top to catch these guys.

Not just the head of the intelligent crime investigation unit, but the police chief.

Or Seoul Supreme Prosecutor's Office.

Instead of starting as a police officer as before, he had to go to police or law school at Hankuk University.

I'm definitely going to the police or the law school of Korea University!’

Jong-hyuk held his mother's hand tightly.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'm afraid someone's gonna snatch my pretty lady."

"What?"

So the two hats walked on the dark streets at night.

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