Descent of Demon god

“Shhhhh!”

A painful scream that echoes through the car.

Even the driver and lawyer Lee Hyun who were in the front seat of what happened suddenly did not conceal embarrassment.

“Oh, no! W-what are you doing? ”

“Sir!"

Those who did not know about the 12-hour treaty could not comprehend the thousand-hour behavior.

Yuck!

The driver urgently stopped on the side of the road.

The angry driver turned his head to protest against Lady Chun.

[Grrrgh. Never mind. Let's go to the hospital.]

Yooseong sent a beep to suppress him.

Ha, but, sir! He's crazy, isn't he?]

Surprisingly, the driver, too, would do the same.

Of course, it was possible because the driver was also a trained Muslim.

The driver turned the alarm on.

[You've been trying so hard to get him out all night, you can't just chop off a guy's hand...]

[Forget it. Go!]

The driver hesitated for a moment because his face turned pale with blood on his eyes, turning his head and grabbing the handle while sharpening his teeth.

There was no need to provoke anger to attract anger to myself by provoking euphoria.

‘I looked at him too lightly. ’

As the driver expected, Yooseong was forcibly repressing anger.

I was no match for my skills in the beginning, and I couldn't let go of my emotions because it was a process of recruiting thousands of women.

‘...... some kind of warning. ’

Cho Yooseong thought it was a thousand years warning.

for what happens if you use yourself or break a treaty quickly?

‘...... You may not be a purebred Giant. ’

If it were a sect, it wouldn't have been so bold and cruel.

Nevertheless, Cho Yooseong insisted that he should be more careful in the future because he did not know where he was scattered than normal people.

Tatata Tak!

Yooseong looks at the left arm's bloodstream to see how much pain was tolerated.

Then the bleeding stopped.

Yooseong took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around the cut.

And then I tried to pick up my left hand off the carpet on the floor of the car.

Bang, bang!

His left hand rises up onto the sheet.

Yooseong's eyes twisted.

I felt it from the first moment I saw it, but it seemed to have a really deep internal air, like the master of the picture.

‘Phew. I have to tell you something. ’

Although he had already left for the hospital, he tried to understand beforehand.

“..... Thank you. I'm sorry, but before I go to the headquarters...”

Before he could finish, she said.

“Never mind. Start at the hospital. ”

‘!? ’

At that moment, I wondered about Cho Yooseong.

‘I used to say in the phonograph….’

It was impossible to eavesdrop without the use of special sound equipment.

Yooseong, who thought it was strange, soon raised doubts.

‘Not really.'

If you think about it, I cut my wrist, but it's a normal reaction to ask me to go to the hospital.

He thought he was being overly sensitive.

* * *

Shim Yang City Public Hall Building.

Homicide Three's office.

“No, what is that nonsense? ”

Zhang Zheng, who sounded loud enough to hear the outside of the office, was Lee Myung, the leader of the 3rd MCU team.

Danyoung, a single female detective with bruising on her face, gestured to calm down.

“Shhh! You're too loud. ”

“Now I don't have a fever. Ugh... Damn it. ”

The man grips his shriveled shoulder.

Pain remained because it had only been a few hours since the regenerative treatment was completed.

Detectives in the Third Criminal Branch focused on that nickname.

The person who was shot jumped into the office in a patient's uniform, so it was weird not to worry.

“First of all, sir, You've been cleared for sick leave. Go back to the hospital. I've just finished interrogating the investigator, and I'm not sure I can do anything about it right now. ”

Short-lived female detective Danyoung asked for him.

I understand the reason for the heat loss, but there was nothing I could do for them now.

They had to take their hands off the case because the case was so big that the top institution, Yoneung Provincial Public Security Agency, sent investigators from the Special Forces.

“It's a special task force anyway...”

“Special Ops? Since the chief, we've had eight homicide detectives killed. Then why is it your job? Is it possible to release the most likely culprit under external pressure? ”

She sighs at the dawn of dawn.

Due to this stubbornness, Lee Sinmyung was also called an idiot in the Ministry of Public Affairs.

‘Ha. Here we go again. ’

But she didn't hate him.

Though his mouth was rough and he did not follow internal rules well and behaved appropriately, he was a gentle and loyal man.

Of course, only three detectives thought so.

Short-lived female detective Dan Young-hyun looked at the other detectives and said.

“You're stubborn again. We need to get you to a hospital...”

“I have to confront the Director myself! ”

“Yes?”

Along with that, Lee Sinmyung got up from his seat and tried to step out of the office.

Two confused detectives rushed in front of him.

The tinnitus simply overwhelmed them.

Bang!

“Unh!”

“Hehe!”

The fallen male detectives were not able to conceal their embarrassment as they were lightly knocked down.

He was famous for having the best martial arts skills on the team, but he was too strong on the subject of the patient who was shot.

“You're outnumbered. Get some exercise. ”

Along with that, Lee ran out of the office.

“Profit! Hey! Get the captain! ”

Three confused detectives chased after him.

However, Lee Sinmyung jumped to the first floor of the stairs and reached the head office already.

Even though the secretary stopped him, he was called a jerk, he went inside the bureau.

“I can't. You're on a business call...”

“Director!"

Lee Yoohyun, who was on the phone, frowned at the sudden movements of two people who opened the door.

There was no big surprise.

In fact, this was not once or twice.

If something doesn't make sense enough to be called a douche bag, it was a direct call into the Director or Deputy Director's office.

“... down at the university hospital? Got it. Just keep your eyes peeled. ”

Beep!

Director Yoohyun hung up the call by pressing the button on the extension phone.

The incoming secretary is agitated, grabbing the forearm of the leader and trying to pull him out.

At that time, Director Yoohyun got up from his seat and sent a gesture that his hands were fine.

“Secretary Lim, go out. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

When the secretary closed the door of the Director's office, Director Yoohyun opened his mouth with an unpleasant expression.

“What are you doing? How many times have I told you to talk to your supervisor? ”

Normally, detectives would be embarrassed and have no idea what to do.

However, the nickname was the man who was nicknamed "The Dickhead."

“The boss is dead! Director.”

“...... So what do you want me to do? ”

“Is this coming from you, the head of the Department of Public Affairs? ”

He said that his name was disappointing.

“If you've received an interrogation report from our team of detectives, don't you know? No matter what the CCTV footage was, there were only two survivors in that mess. If you think about it, he's a viable accomplice! If there's no problem with the investigation, you're right to send them out, but this isn't it. ”

“......... ”

Lee shakes his head, shaking his head to his bosom, who has no answer.

“I admired you. a true public health cop who doesn't give in to extortion all the time. But it turns out you're the same person after all. ”

Lee, who was staring into the flaming eyes of Eagle, turned and tried to leave the Director's office, and Yoohyun stopped him.

“Stop.”

The director said in a meaningful voice as he stopped wondering.

“Do you think I'm the one who's going to surrender to external pressure and take charge of this case? ”

“Yes?”

The Director turned the monitor screen on his desk back.

The eyes of the two who saw it sparkled.

* * *

Simyang City Regional University Hospital.

In orthopedic medical validation.

A middle-aged doctor looking at his left severed arm said, bleeding elasticity.

“Huh… did you really have an accident with the cutter? ”

“..... roughly similar. Then why are you doing this? ”

Yooseong wondered what the doctor said.

The doctor then enlarged the slit of the wrist.

“Ah…”

The monitor shows two cut-out sections of the left wrist and two snap-out cross-section photos of the left hand, but they were perfectly cut even if he saw them, not the doctor.

“A single cut with a cutter can make a man's muscles or bones so tough or hard that they will distort from his bloodline to his bones, but not at all. It's a very clear cross-section, like it was made from an anatomical sample. ”

That's why doctors can't help but be surprised.

In saying this, Yooseong couldn't help but be amazed.

I assumed I was good at craftsmanship, but I didn't expect it to be this good.

“This will allow me to perform a cross-section reconstructive surgery right away without having to perform surgery to reconstruct the nerve junction. ”

Conjunction surgery at the site of the amputation is a very complicated process.

I went through several surgeries, not just one surgery, but the surgeon said that this cross-section is enough for conjunctive surgery and regenerative therapy.

“He's been in the hospital for about three days after the surgery, and if he's had a good time, three weeks of rehabilitation in the hospital, he should be able to use his fingers just like before. ”

It was fortunate.

I wish I had surgery right now, but I still have work to do.

Despite the doctor's recommendation to have the surgery at noon, Yooseong scheduled a late afternoon surgery and left after receiving only emergency care.

When Yooseong left the clinic, the nurse whispered to the doctor.

“You're also Muslim, right? ”

“You're an orthopedic eighth grade nurse. ”

Working in orthopedic surgery, they couldn't recognize the injuries.

Moreover, those who did not lose their cool even though their wrists were cut, were only Muslims or gate keepers.

"If you're not a Muslim, how can you cut like this? Hohoho."

The middle-aged doctor glances back at the cut section of the monitor and sticks out his tongue.

“I don't know. I don't think that Muslim's gonna make it this far."

Same time.

Lobby with College Hospital staff.

There was an old man sitting in a chair waiting for a number.

The strength of the old man stretching his lower back compared to the creases was unusual.

There was something in the old man's hands that held him like a cane, which was a green stamp.

A house decorated with fancy accessories made me realize that it wasn't an ordinary report.

"Wow, you've got the moves. ’

‘That grandpa. You're a Muslim, right?'

The old man must have been Muslim.

The old man's face was looking at something calmly, whether he was accustomed to the mumbling of the people around him.

Then someone rushed to him.

A man in his late thirties, dressed in a dark blue suit, gathered his hands and greeted him with a ruling.

“Greetings to the elderly and the highly-qualified recruiter. ”

“Oh, you're a recruiter. ”

If people who knew anything about the Muslims heard about it, they were surprising.

They were the descendants of the great saga of the Moorish Emperor and the great Saga of the North.

Of course, we don't use the title Sega now.

A man in his late thirties, called the hairdresser, was executive director of Yeon Company, the largest company in Xingyang City.

“Do not call me by my title, but treat me as you used to be. ”

“Haha, can you do that? But he's the next chairman of the company. ”

Like the descendants of the Great Sega, they often commute with each other and face each other.

He said while looking at the chief clerk and the waiting table on the side of the hairdresser.

“No. If you had told me in advance, I could have handled this quickly. Why didn't you contact me? ”

“Haha, what's the big deal? I just came to see you... ah! Speaking of which, he came in here and kept staring at someone. Do you know him? ”

I found the hairdresser looking at a man as he came to the lobby with a good sled of eyes.

He was giving Gibbs a chance to see if his left arm was injured.

If he were just a simple man, he wouldn't care either, but he was a trained worker.

“Oh, yeah. because he has a face in business. ”

“Hmm? ”

I felt like I was avoiding the detailed explanation, but I didn't really care.

It was none of his business anyway.

“You're amazing, by the way. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Haven't you heard about this gate alarm? You're over 80 years old, and it's amazing that you're still on the move to negotiate. ”

“Haha, what is that? If only one of these old people had the power in the open world... Hmm? ”

At that time, the impression of swelling and lumpiness hardened.

I tried to ask why the hairdresser did it, but Fangthengyeom took the dojo and opened the hall and left the lobby at an unbelievable speed.

“Sir!”

The hairdresser quickly followed him.

He was looking somewhere at the outside of the hospital building.

There were quite a lot of people there.

Speechless!

“There's been an accident. ”

The hairdresser next to him said.

A gray RV hits the road tower and stops on the side of Fangtheng Gyeom.

The front tire was punctured, so it was off the road.

What was unusual was that both front wheels were torn apart.

“Did you hear the crash? ”

I muttered with trembling eyes to the question of the hairdressing line.

“There was a tremendous flow of cold air just now. Didn't you feel it? ”

His reaction was accompanied by the eyes of a hairdresser.

It was because it was the first time among all Muslims registered in the Ministry of Forest Affairs of the Republic of China (PRC) that he was so surprised as to be the chief athlete within a hundred ranks.

“Are you one of them? ”

He pointed to the two men coming out of the RV when the hairdresser crashed.

I don't know if the two men were in an accident, but they hit their RV, Bonnet, and they weren't in a commotion.

Then he shakes his head and said.

“No, I felt it for a moment and it was gone. ”

Along with the horse, I felt empowered by the hand of the Fangtonggyeom who was holding the Butcher.

"How did you miss the origin of this great and powerful man? '

He was a trembling master.

* * *

Black sedan leaving the University Hospital grounds.

Yooseong, who is holding Gibbs in his left arm, carefully asked Lady Chun, who is closing her eyes.

“Did I just get punctured by an RV... did you do that? ”

The question was not disproved.

It was because he showed me holding his fist while looking at the RV in front of Yooseong.

I knew, but in case you were wondering why.

But she remained silent.

I was frustrated and heard the driver's whistle in his ear.

[Assistant Director Jo. I was going to tell you when I saw you, but I just saw that gray RV. This is a vehicle that has been following us since we were close to the NSA.]

What?

In saying that, Yooseong's eyes curled up and looked at her.

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