Regression Reset Life of Police

Write a contract, sir!

At the phone call a week later, Jong-hyuk smiled pleasedly.

"Yeah, a dog can't stand shit."

Natalia seems to have done the right thing.

Jong-hyuk pulled himself up, putting down his beer.

* * *

The mountains covered with the blue light of summer are spread out.

Even if you look here.

Even if you look over there.

It's just a mountain with a cool breeze.

Among those mountains is a small village with a population of 120.

The quiet country village where buses come only once a day is noisy for some reason.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

Buildings are being built.

A large supermarket is built next to a small supermarket that is the size of a booger.

Next to it, a three-story sauna goes up.

Things that don't fit in a small town are packed between wooden houses.

A disturbance that shakes the village, which has always been quiet.

However, the elderly welcome the quiet village to be noisy because all the young people have left.

Standing in the middle of it, Jong-hyuk bit a cigarette.

"наказание."

Punishment.

The name of the village is brutal.

"It's a name that I gave not to upset the spirit of the mountain spirit. The spirit will punish you."

Again, again, again, again, again, again.

Natalia in enamel shoes approaches.

"What about them?"

The gang members who are now inspecting the gold mine that Jong-hyuk has put out.

"You were pretty serious, weren't you?"

Natalia burst out laughing.

All the workers who used and secured the equipment needed for mining are veterans. He didn't lie to cheat, but actually signed a contract.

"I think I'll be fooled, too."

The only thing that bothers me is interest rates.

Everything is normal except for interest.

"It's weird not to be fooled."

Jong-hyuk nodded, saying yes.

They're always serious.’

They were always like this.

In 2007, the Baikal Treasure Ship salvage scam also carried out an actual exploration and hired divers.

They set the stage for people to be deceived, and they drew money.

"What is it?"

"I'm curious, too."

They tried to kill the child in Daejeon because they ran away with their money.

They're not just here to cheat.’

That's the case with Rep. Kim.

'I'm sure the purpose is money.….’

Why are you saving so much money?

Why you're so ready to kill.

This part was unclear.

"Whoa. I really don't know."

We wouldn't know until we caught the guy behind them.

"Oh, thank you for selling such land, Natalia."

"Well, I'm just selling what's been put aside."

It is the land that the KGB hid for the Soviet Union's defeat.

There were countless lands like this in Russia.

Jong-hyuk shook his head firmly.

If you had simply sold me the land, I wouldn't have said this.

"Choi. We're the big country, Russia. As I said before, I don't want you to be this sorry."

It's really difficult.

This help does not pay off even 10 percent of the debt to Jong-hyuk.

also

It's not supposed to be a deal.’

If you treat it like that, the relationship will be cut off soon.

It's Jong-hyuk who can last long when treated sincerely like a real friend.

"You have to be more like a friend than a real friend because you're the only friend in the world to bring more glory and capital to Russia!’

"And I'm interested in them, too."

This is the truth.

There is a criminal organization on this planet that they do not know about.

I can't help but be interested.

"So it's only...…."

Beep!

Her red lips spit out a long whistle.

Let's do that.

"……."

It becomes quiet as if when the village was noisy.

Grandfather Igor, who was drooling over a bar being built on a wooden chair, and grandmother Tanya, who was clapping at a clothing store, all raise their bodies.

Disappeared like a inorganic doll, they salute Natalia with their hands.

KGB agents who can now retire and find their names in FSB subterranean cabinets.

And incumbent agents.

Natalia smiled broadly at Jong-hyuk.

"It's not good to be this sorry."

The village was built by relocating all the residents who lived there.

This was a model garden.

Jong-hyuk licked his lips at this breathtaking sight.

"I'm going to fall in love with you."

Not knowing how she felt, Jong-hyuk bowed his head with all his heart.

"Thank you very much."

……Beep! Beep!

Rumbling.

"Hmm. Just look at this again. But Choi shouldn't make a mistake, right?"

'Cute.' Jong-hyuk saw the papers she gave out.

There was a man's life written.

Ivan Belloff.

A lucky man who was born in a slum in Moscow and inherited a huge inheritance from his grandfather who didn't even know he was living a rough life.

"Jolbu."

In other words, it is a pushover.

It was a mouthwatering prey for them.

So…….

"They're almost there."

He crawls in like that without knowing this is a model garden.

Jong-hyuk's lips twisted as he watched the SUVs running.

Whooshoo!

"Goodbye! Chairman!"

Embracing the signed contract, Kim bowed deeply toward Jong-hyuk. Hyenas who smelled money came to the favorable news of gold mine development, but it doesn't matter.

No, I'm rather.

They were all pushovers like Jong-hyuk.

A pushover that crawled in to peel off.

I'm so grateful I'm about to cry!’

a blessing in disguise

The project was almost finished due to development restrictions, but it could have been several times bigger.

A gold mine five times larger than Victor's.

Now, Kim himself could not predict how much he would earn from the project.

You're not getting a promotion, are you?’

Jong-hyuk patted Kim on the shoulder with such heart.

"Good luck. Let me know if you need anything."

Unfortunately, it was time to leave.

Turning around, Jong-hyuk got into the car.

"Let's go."

Vroom! Vroom!

Stuck in the backrest, Jong-hyuk wore Natalia's earphone.

Park has a list of pushovers in this town...….

It's Korean.

"That's great."

A fishy smile spread around his mouth.

Natalia laughed bitterly, too.

Now they were rats in a jar.

Under 24-hour surveillance.

I'll see you soon.

The body that will be on Manager Kim.

Jong-hyuk was very much looking forward to that time.

* * *

A building in Suwon, Gyeonggi Province.

Karaoke is underground.

Gimbap heaven on the first floor.

Taekwondo stamp on the second floor.

The third floor of the building, just like any other commercial building, is a small office with a small Pyeonaek called "Iliza Mining."

"Oh, yeah. Good luck."

An elderly man in his 50s who hung up the phone stands up.

"Come on, everyone, pay attention.

In the middle of summer, he is seen by three employees who were stretched out even when the air conditioner was running.

There are only four of them in this small office.

"Kim, who went to Russia, started the project."

With their eyes shining, they straightened their backs.

"You all know this is the first time our company has been at the forefront, right?"

The three nodded with stiff faces.

At the end of this simulation project, Korea will have the best edition in history. As the size of the game changes depending on the results of the simulation, it is inevitable to come to the front.

"We have to pay more attention to security than before because there is a high risk that the company will be found out."

Know

That's why they moved to Suwon, where they should be in Seoul.

"Manager Yoon."

"I've got a new phone line bypassed. You won't be able to find it until you hack into the phone station or get real-time hacking."

"As expected, Yoon." You're good even if you don't say it. Chief Park?

"The IP bypass program is in operation. I'll always check."

"Mr. Jung?"

"We signed a borrowed name contract online with a company that will send food such as kimchi to you, and we will check it regularly."

"Good!"

They pay more attention to security than usual, but they had to do this since they were at the forefront.

The chief, who clapped, soon hardened his face.

"The results of this project will determine whether our four sales teams in Seoul will change their faces or receive huge bonuses. As such, I hope security is the first and second."

Everyone shut their mouths.

Cosmetic surgery

This means that you have to give up everything you've been making since joining the company.

Ma'am, son, friend...… everything.

"Or you're going to retire.

However, as it was not something to say here, the chief laughed mischievously to stir up the atmosphere.

"Don't you all have to straighten your shoulders in the master bedroom next Chuseok?"

"Ha ha."

"I'm separated, chief!"

"That's because you're making fun of your bottoms! Whoops!"

"I'm sorry!"

The smirking chief packed his wallet.

"Then let's take it that way and go eat! I'm doing this to make a living, but I'm going to eat! Youngest, what's for lunch today!"

"There are granny pig soup for Korean food, Yeonggwangru for Chinese food, and Gimbap Heaven for Western food!"

"Come on, man. Rice soup, Jjanggae, and street food again?"

"Then you decide. Manager Yoon, you're so clumsy."

They were no different from any other office worker.

* * *

Time flew by quickly.

It is already the date to return home, but the mine has finally been opened.

I couldn't even find the location of their hideout that I expected to find out soon.

Even a business call is less than a minute long.

Email makes a detour to IP.

A Russian agent visited the mining of Elijah in Korea, but now, not surprisingly, there was another company.

But Jong-hyuk was not impatient.

I'm desperate to rip my legs and break my limbs right now, grab them by the collar and shout out everything about the organization, but I didn't.

The terrible ones who committed suicide when the organization was about to be revealed.

You have to chase it secretly.

Without knowing that this side was chasing, or that it existed.

It's a time war from now on.

"At least a year."

It's time for multi-level investment fraud to ripen, and at the same time it's time for the Russian intelligence agency to find out their torso and head.

The Russian intelligence agency, which returned to the KGB in cooperation with the SVR and the FSB, will be able to do enough.

Now all we have left to do is wait.

There was something intrusive about it.

No matter how hard I think about it, their appearance this time was heterogeneous.

"Why are they always conducting behind us?…."

Let's move forward this time.

Jong-hyuk was very curious about this.

Why Cho Hee-gu, the greatest con artist, comes to mind.

"They're both the same trick."

It's a common denominator.

"Hmm……."

Jong-hyuk erased the assumption that came to mind.

"No, he's too revealing."

It is not the style of the organization.

Even if they are related to each other, it is not a matter to conclude now.

You shouldn't be sure of anything about them.

That's the conclusion that Jong-hyuk came after them.

"From time to time, according to the situation.…."

This was the best way for now, when the clues were significantly lacking.

"But I've learned a lot."

Deputy, chief, employee.

We called each other that even though we were talking on the phone when there was no one around us.

Like a real company employee.

I learned something new.

They don't move individually like the form of a mole organization, but rather form a group that is organized like a company and communicate with each other.

We are close enough to have a private conversation.

In other words, they are immersed in Korea in that form.

"It's a tremendous achievement to realize this."

Whether it's before or after the regression, the outline of the big, hazy ones is dim.

Because of these reasons, I had to leave Kim behind, but I was not disappointed.

'We'll see you again soon anyway.'

Jong-hyuk gave up his lingering feelings.

"Why are you muttering so disturbingly. Did you leave anything behind?"

"Oh, senior."

A senior police officer wearing a Korean police uniform looks worried. His face is quite full of what he learned from the Russian police.

Others, too.

At the same time, the narrower view widens.

Rumbling.

Moscow International Airport, where millions of people come and go even though it is dark at night.

Jong-hyuk was now preparing to leave Russia.

He shook his head and found Natalia.

"You're late."

There's only an hour left before takeoff, but it won't come.

Jong-hyuk was trying to pick up his cell phone.

Speak of the devil, but she's walking busily from afar.

Crack, crack, crack clack clack clack clack clack clack!

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

"No, it's a chartered plane. What is it more than that?"

"Oh, this? Hehe. Take it's your turn. It's yours."

"Hm?"

Wondering and receiving a large paper bag, Jong-hyuk became more confused.

Matryoshka dolls, snowballs, rosaries on LPs.

It's all used, not new.

One cross necklace has a torn end.

Jong-hyuk saw Natalia.

"It's a goodbye gift from some shy people."

"Oh……."

A few days ago, I thought it was Russian manly men to say goodbye with vodka after finishing physical training, but I think it was a mistake.

It must have been a cherished item to see that it was full of dirt.

"……I think I've received a very burdensome gift."

It's only two months.

The affection built up in the meantime was bigger than I thought.

All of us.

Jong-hyuk held the paper bag carefully.

"Hoot. Shall we go?"

Nodding his head, Jong-hyuk stepped off toward the departure gate.

As it was a chartered plane, boarding was easy, and the plane soon began to prepare for takeoff.

(Screams)

Jong-hyuk stared quietly at the view of Moscow Airport, which was gradually pushed back.

The LP version, the song in Viktor, a Russian national singer, stimulated his emotions.

That's how the plane took off.

At that moment.

I'm lying! I'm lying!

The sound of firecrackers coming from afar.

Jong-hyuk, who turned his head, opened his eyes wide.

Near the Kramlin Palace, a large, colorful firecracker explodes, creating certain characters.

See you again, Choi!

It was fun!

"…There are many shy people in Russia."

Viktor, who made a silent farewell last night with vodka in his mansion, was apparent.

The one who only said that he would bless the future.

"This is why I have no choice but to love Russia."

"I see. I'm going to fall in love with you."

Jong-hyuk leans lukewarm vodka to his mouth.

The vodka I drank with them.

'Goodbye for a while. Russia.'

* * *

Finally arrived at Incheon International Airport.

Cadets and professors who just woke up leave the immigration gate limping.

Jong-hyuk also walked limply, rubbing his back neck.

"A bloody vodka hangover."

The alcohol tastes awful, but the hangover is even worse.

Natalia chuckled at it.

Someone approached them like that.

Buck! Buck!

"Hm?"

"Long time no see, cadet Choi."

"…The head of the National Garden?"

"And… and you too. Secretary Angelina."

"Long time no see, team leader. What's your name?""

"Ha ha."

Jong-hyuk blinked at the two suddenly starting a snowball fight.

What's this?’

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