Regression Reset Life of Police

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Slowly.

A black dynamite stopped, and a long straight-haired beauty in her early thirties in sunglasses got off.

Kwon A-young, a beauty who shows off her sophistication by wearing women's formal pants and red shoes, kicked her tongue when she saw a shabby two-story building with a sign called Joo Young-taekwondo.

"In terms of level."

Passing people murmur at her.

Kwon A-young had an atmosphere that caught the eye even though it was not flashy.

Her nose was raised high as she drew attention to herself.

Whoosh!

"Yes, it's Kwon A-young."

It's me.

Her expression hardened as she took a small cell phone out of her arms.

an old-fashioned voice full of fastidiousness

"Why did you call me again?"

Are you still doing that?

"How many times do you say it's a private banker, not a dry one?"

PB, whose concept is still uncertain in Korea.

A financial portfolio expert who provides consulting for large depositors to make high profits.

She is an individual consultant, not a bank.

I'm not calling people, I'm called by people, I' I'm skinny. I've been telling you to be a landlord, not my name! If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have sent you to America!

"Not America, but America! United…… Sigh, that's enough. What is the matter? If you want me to stop being skinny and get married, then hang up."

I lent you your seed money and your connections!

"Thank you for that."

Look at your sister! How happy are you to meet Professor Kim and give birth to Soyoung like Princess Pyeonggang? I'm sorry I didn't give birth to a son!

"It's your happiness, and my happiness is different."

Wall Street or damn it, they've abandoned him! I heard you were discriminated against there, too! If you're a woman, you're a woman.….

"Hang up, Dad."

If you're going to continue to rebel like this, stop playing and come in!

"Hang up. I love you."

Or throw up everything.

She bit her lip after hanging up the phone.

"If this goes well, you'll see me differently."

After cleaning up her expression, she climbed up the building and opened the iron door.

Play!

A dozen green mats and computers welcome her.

"Hey, Kwon PB! You here?"

Middle-aged people in their late 30s with curly hair bowing 90 degrees while sitting on the sofa.

I dressed neatly in a suit.But the shallow root cannot be hidden.

A large investment is an investment, but he was a human being that he would not have met in his life without a portfolio based on national bankruptcy.

"How's it going?"

"Sure! Our precious workers are working hard. Uh, there's a worker captain."

Dark-faced people sitting in front of the computer.

A man of his age comes out of the bathroom inside, shaking his wet hair.

"You're here……."

The way he talks as if he's alive.

'Tsk.'

It's as if he's being dragged into a corner.

But it didn't matter to her what kind of circumstances these people were gathering here for.

The important thing is that this bet has to be successful.’

Financial companies that invested in risky assets in Southeast Asia but failed heavily.

According to Wall Street friends, foreign financial institutions are also moving to refuse to extend their maturity.

Several data indicated that South Korea's national bankruptcy.

Whatever the purpose of others, she had to make this investment successful in order to gain her father's recognition.

To do so, we needed the help of this man who predicted this.

"Team Leader Park, are you doing well?"

"I just finished installing."

"Let me see."

Kwon A-young, who looked at the monitor, nodded.

Stock trading programs purchased in Hong Kong and other supplies to chew on this board.

She even saw her perm hair after checking if the latest fax was working.

"Okay, I hope you order well from now on, Mr. Control Tower."

Leaving a weak smile behind, she saw permed hair.

"Don't be greedy and throw a party, Mr. Kim."

As Kwon A-young's eyes became cold, the president of perm hair Kim shook his body playfully.

"Oh, I'm scared. But that's what I'm going to say, Kwon PB. Let's protect each other. I'm a very scary person."

Eyes as sharp as a snake.

Smiling, she left the sport.

"Sigh."

Arriving home on a dark night, she swept up her bobbed hair.

"I hope it works out.…."

Everything is being prepared, but the stakes are very low.

Do you want me to use the emergency money?’

The last bastion buried in an overseas paper company.

She shook her head as she recalled the funds to rise again even if she failed.

"Don't ever touch that."

She opened the front door with a key and was surprised when she opened the front door.

"I'm back!"

"Are you here?"

"Yes, but who's here?"

"Soyoung's friends. Soyoung is playing in her room. Work? You had a hard day, right?"

"Huh?"

Kwon A-young, who entered the room, narrowed her forehead.

"Sister, did you organize my desk?"

"Huh? No?"

"But why…."

There is a list of companies that are likely to manage the court, which is a very precious data.

"Ah, I guess So-young touched it when she showed her friends around."

"No, why did you let me in my room? Oh, come on!

Oh my god!

"Well, clean it up on your own, girl! She looks like my dad, and she can't even clean her own room!"

As it became so noisy, So-young, who was in her room on the second floor, came out with Jong-hyuk and Su-ho.

"Auntie!"

"Hello!"

Kwon A-young threw up her anger at So-young when she was beaten on the back.

"Hey, Kim So-young! My aunt told me not to touch the desk!"

"She's my precious daughter now!"

So-young was puzzled by the sudden sound, but Jong-hyuk was different.

'Madam Kwon?'

A woman whom I later found out through a joint investigation with the Financial Supervisory Service.

She managed the property of rich people and politicians and had a huge connection to the prosecutor, who was good enough to provide information or help the Financial Supervisory Service investigation.

It is one of the role models and wannabe of upper class young women.

Madame Kwon was So-young's aunt? What the hell?! No, this isn't the point right now.

He, who shone his eyes, stepped out.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's what I said, Aunt Soyoung. It's very similar to the data my uncle used to make."

"…Uncle?"

"Yes, it's Park Tae-kyu.Do you happen to know?"

"Park Taegyu? Team leader Park?"

'As expected, you know.' I wondered why it smelled so bad.

Jong-hyuk looked surprised on purpose.

"Do you know?"

"Wow, your nephew is my nephew's friend. How could you do this?"

"That's what I want to say. Then can you get in touch with my uncle? I haven't been able to contact her lately, so my mom is very worried."

"Oh, I heard you can't contact your house because you have a secret project going on right now.…."

'Well,' he said, 'the smell of the stink got worse, and his senses stood sharper.

'There's something about this!’

Jong-hyuk bent over.

"Please!"

"Well…."

So-young's mother stabbed Kwon in the ribs.

'Do it for me.'

"Oh, sister!"

"Or you could leave the house, feed yourself, and be taken away by your father!"

Kwon A-young, who originally lived in her father's house, was granted anti-independence on condition that she lived in her sister's house. If it weren't for that, I'd have already married.

Kwon A-young, who was in conflict, sighed.

"Ha, I got it's fine. I'll let you talk on the phone tomorrow. You'really.

Jong-hyuk's face turned dark.

"Can I see him…? Mom told me to check for myself if I was dead or alive when I got in touch.…."

"What?"

"and some side dishes! My uncle can't eat rice except for sour kimchi and soybean paste!"

Kwon A-young was embarrassed, but she ended up losing to her sister's behavior of stabbing her in the ribs more strongly.

"All right, all right. But you're just going to give me side dishes."

There was a smile around Jong-hyuk's mouth. Fortunately, it worked.

"Thank you!"

"Let's check what the hell kept you out of touch, Master Park!" Also, the data that Jong-hyuk worked hard on was being released.

And it shouldn't have much to do with this, Madame Kwon.

Even though So-young is an aunt, she would not be able to see the good things if she coveted the food here.

With his head down, Jong-hyuk's eyes shone coolly.

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The next day, Jong-hyuk scratched his nose after arriving in front of a shabby building in Kwon Ah-young's Dynasty.

Whenever something happened, my nose was itchy, and today is the same. It was obvious that something had happened to my nose that itched like crazy.

"You're here."

"What? Auntie!"

So-young and Su-ho, who came with them, protested, but Kwon A-young's glare forced them to crumple.

"Let's go up."

"Yep!"

Jong-hyuk picked up kimchi, soybean paste, and a paper bag with various side dishes that he secretly brought from the refrigerator. When a person barely walked past the stairs and opened the door to the island, Jong-hyuk burst into laughter.

Permed hair sitting on the sofa and showing off its pomp.

Why is he here?’

You look very familiar.

The face that I saw briefly in Yeouido.

Jong-hyuk's head is tangled.

"Are you Park's nephew?"

"Oh, yes. Good afternoon."

President Kim's eyes wriggled at the sight of Jong-hyuk, who only raised his head.

Jong-hyuk turned his head and opened his eyes wide.

What's this situation?’

Dozens of men with deathly dark faces. And permed hair that looks at them like they're being ridiculous.

I wondered why he showed up in Yeouido.….’

The mess in my head began to clear up.

Jong-hyuk was able to find Park Tae-kyu with his eyes wide open while looking this way.

Uncle!

As soon as he approached, Jong-hyuk took Park Tae-kyu's

"Oh, really, why can't I reach you, Uncle! Do you know how worried she is?"

"Huh? Uh, uh...…."

Park Tae-kyu's eyes rolled.

"No, what makes her face half-faced? You only eat cup noodles again?"

"No, no, no!"

"Phew, I'm glad you're alive, though. I brought you side dishes, so make sure you eat well. Oh, is there anything you want to say to your mom?"

Jong-hyuk said so and gave strength to his grip, and Park Tae-kyu's eyes were distorted.

"I couldn't contact you...…tell him I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For the time being, no, I won't be able to keep in touch for a long time."

A moist voice.

Jong-hyuk was able to grasp the whole situation. His eyes sank cool again.

"Phew, someone in trouble will pick up anything and eat it. Okay, I'll tell him that."

"Yes, I'm sorry. You should go now. Don't ever come again."

"Don't worry, just take care of your uncle."

"Yeah."

Turning around, Jong-hyuk saw Kwon A-young.

"It's all over. Let's go down."

"Oh, really? See you on Monday, Mr. Kim."

"Yes, let's do that. Oh, Team Leader Park's nephew! Do you want some pocket money?"

"Never mind, don't take money from strangers."

"Will I get paid by you?"

Screeching!

"Ha, you're such a jerk, aren't you? You know, a little one."

Jong-hyuk ignored and left the Taekwondo gym, which seemed to have been ruined, and Kwon A-young followed suit.

Standing in front of the entrance of the building, Jong-hyuk presented Kwon A-young with a business card.

"Huh? What's this? Class president Kim Jong-du?

"Do you have a cell phone? Call here and tell them to come this way. Come and collect the cubs of the kidnappers and detainees."

"……Huh?"

"If you don't want to get caught up in this, you'd better do as I say. Oh, call 119."

Crack, crack!

After stretching, Jong-hyuk climbed the stairs again, and Kwon A-young stared blankly at such Jong-hyuk.

"Swee."

'It's been a long time since I've seen a real game.' I didn't know it was a few months.

Jong-hyuk opened the door to the Taekwondo gym.

Squeak!

"Huh? Your nephew?"

Jong-hyuk, who ignored Kim, a perm head, who was surprised to see him, saw Park Tae-kyu freak out.

"Park Tae-gyu, let me ask you a question. Are you here on your own?"

"……!"

"Hey, my nephew. What are you saying?"

As soon as the perm hair suddenly rose, the atmosphere became fierce.

But Jong-hyuk only saw Park Tae-kyu.

' Choi Jong-hyuk 님…….’

Park Tae-kyu, who alternated between Kim and Choi Jong-hyuk, closed his eyes tightly.

"Run! You can't stay here!"

President Kim's six entourage. It is said that Jong-hyuk is big, but it depends on the number.

The cry of his heart tore Jong-hyuk's mouth.

You're such a good guy.

A conclusion has been reached.

Jong-hyuk saw a perm.

"Hey, nephew. What are you……."

"Hey, pork cutlet."

"……!"

It's called Guro-dong Pork Cutlet, Kim Changdeuk.

It's a bad debenture and gangster.

"What, what?"

"I'm trying to do something that's not as difficult as you are."

Although it was a shaky tone, Kim Chang-deuk's face, which smelled very familiar, hardened.

"You, you son of a...…Splash?"

'Not yet.'

Listening outward, he became urgent.

"Then what is it, you son of a gun!"

"Wants to be Jjapsae? You want to be an old man. Which one do you want?"

"So... you're a regular person?"

"Right?"

"Ha!"

Kim Chang-deuk, who lost his temper, gritted his teeth.

"Hey, someone get him in front of me."

" Jong-hyuk 씨!"

"Let's shut him up."

"Yes! Brother!"

"Hey, baby. Come here."

Jong-hyuk grew up and smiled in vain at the looming mass 1.

"Ha, baby, you wouldn't have stepped on the shadow if you hadn't come back."

"What the hell are you?"

"If you didn't hear it, that's fine."

He punched at the jaw where he stepped.

Hook trained during 26 years of detective life.

Whoops!

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Huh?"

Follow the mass that everyone's eyes fall over.

Saliva flowed from Park Tae-gyu's open mouth, who held onto the heart stained with despair and hoped for Jong-hyuk's safety.

"Oh?"

It's my first time to throw a fist after regression.

So I hit him with all my might, but I didn't know he'd go in one shot.

Jong-hyuk, who looked at the collapsed lump 1 while flipping his eyeballs, nodded at Kim Chang-deuk, who was surprised.

"Okay, brother, I got the hang of it. Come on in."

"…...kill him!"

Boom boom!

Jong-hyuk's mouth was torn violently at the sight of the running lumps.

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