Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 95

A red light went on on the Nasdaq.

Everywhere, everywhere, everything is red.

Fear and confusion are shaking the Nasdaq, but on TV, the president only shouts revenge against terrorists.

The public’s eyes are all on it.

Under such an outer surface, the Nasdaq in the United States was collapsing.

AT Morgan on Wall Street, New York.

“…….”

An old man in his 60s with an impressive white beard barely moves his trembling hands to bite the cigar.

There is always a noisy building forest behind the back, but today, it seems to be an amusement park in the sea of hell.

In front of him stands John, his nephew and foreteller of this event, with a white face.

“Oh, how much?”

“KP Company, Silonte Holdings, Maxim Company, TOP Star…….”

“How much is it?”

“If the NASDAQ drops just 2 percent more, it’s $4 billion…”….”

A barely lit cigar falls on the colorful carpet.

The carpet, which cost more than $10,000, was tanned, but the old man didn’t care.

40 times for a 60 percent drop on the Nasdaq.

A total of $100 million worth of investment products made to siphon off the money of gambling addicts who invest in the recession despite the boom have returned as bullets.

Dotcom wasn’t the diamond buried in the mud he judged.

It was a sand castle that would collapse from the beginning.

I just mistook it as a tower of Babel that does not collapse because it has been piled up too high.

The horse is worth four billion dollars.

If you pay for it, there’s no place for an old man at AT Morgan. Shareholders will not sit still.

“Well, have you been in touch?”

We must make them exercise their rights even now.

Twenty times the 40 percent drop.

This is also astronomical, but we have to make it end here.

That way, you can live your life.

John shook his head with a disastrous look.

“Let’s all see each other at maturity…”….”

Bang!

“You lunatics!”

The red-faced old man’s head turns fiercely to find a way to live.

“All, where else? Total damage to other investors!”

“So far, it’s more than $100 billion that I’ve figured out…….”

“Oh, my God.”

It’s an amount of money that makes you faint.

But thanks to you, I found a way to live.

“Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna work.”

The event that triggered the collapse of the Nasdaq.

September 11, a few days ago.

I can’t help it to live!’

He called an old friend.

“Long time no see, Ron.”

Deputy FBI Director, Ronald Zacker.

How long has it been?

“It’s been about half a year. It’s just that I think I’ve just found the funding for a terrorist who committed a terrible terrorist attack.”

John looks at the old man in dismay.

The old man clenched his teeth, ignoring his nephew.

It’s to live.

This side had to kill them to live.

But

You mean KP Company, Silonty Holdings, Maxim Company?

“Oh, you know that! The FBI, of course!”

You mean the same thing?

“Hm?”

Turn on the TV and watch the news, buddy. I think that’s all I have to say.

The old man turned on the TV as he blanked out at the end of the call. And soon he crumpled his face.

– Our KP Company is the bereaved family of the victim who was unfortunately killed in the attack.….

I’ll pay you a million dollars each.

“What?”

But it’s not just the KP Company.

Since then, the entire 30 companies, including Silonte Holdings and Maxim Company, have decided to pay 1 million dollars each, which AT Morgan has to pay huge amounts of money.

It’s like it’s salty.

About $30 million per family.

The old man was distant in front of him.

The amount of money is not the problem.

This is because the entire U.S. will pay tribute to their decision.

If they were to be terrorists with popular support, it would not have ended in a headwind.

“…It’s over.”

No more light was found in the old man’s eyes.

* * *

CIA in Langley, Virginia.

Talk! Talk! Talk!

A thick index finger with fluffy fur knocks on the desk.

“That’s funny.”

The team leader of the East Asian Management Team, who was reading the report released by his subordinates, bursts into laughter.

“It’s more interesting than fantasy novels.”

It is a ridiculous novel that Kwon & Park Holdings is behind about 30 investment companies including the KP Company, which appeared on Wall Street like a comet, and now positioned in the decline of the NASDAQ.

“Are you trying to turn into a novelist? Or was it the FBI’s crazy inspiration?”

Ronald Zacker, an old beast who has already served as deputy FBI director for 10 years. The FBI, where Ronald Zacker is located, has raised suspicions that the 30 investment companies are the source of terrorist funds.

However, it was condoned because the entire nation was praising him.

“No, I would have said al Qaeda if I had been bought by the FBI.”

The FBI, which is responsible only for domestic security, will never know.

“But it’s similar!”

Investment tendency is too similar to Kwon & Park Holdings.

Kwon & Park Holdings, who made a huge amount of money from the IMF, the Russian moratorium, and Ecuadorian financial crisis, as if they had predicted.

Their smell is too strong.

The fact that all 30 companies have been waiting for the drop since early 2001.

But the more I said that, the more wrinkled the team leader’s face was.

“Stop.”

Team leader!

“If you’re not going to retire and turn into a novelist, get the hell out of it right now. Don’t make my ears dirty with those stupid words anymore!”

“……Yes.”

The face of the team leader, who was full of contempt, becomes indifferent as his subordinate, who bites his lips, turns around.

“Kwon & Park Holdings……I have a good feeling.”

It approached quite closely.

However, it is only different that the Russian government is behind more than 30 investment companies, not Kwon & Park Holdings.

The reason why I can’t help but think so is because the Russian intelligence department smelled strongly in the part that made it impossible to know the track record of the money flow.

In other words, more than 30 companies, including the KP Company, have newly created secret funds in addition to existing ones by Russia.

That’s what the CIA superiors were judging.

“That Kwon & Park would have been recruited by Russia.”

The timing of Kwon & Park Holdings’ sudden withdrawal of funds spread around the world coincides with the time when the Natalia Bodianova became the head of Korea’s branch.

Even when more than 30 companies were established.

Even because of the moratorium in Russia, Kwon & Park Holdings must have been paying attention, so it should have been considered as 100 percent.

“We sent an agent first……toot.”

That’s too bad.

If the upper court had decided to recruit Kwon & Park Holdings a little faster, the CIA would have created a new funding channel.

The team leader pulled a document out of the steel drawer next to the desk.

” Jong-hyuk 최.”

At first, I thought that Kwon & Park Holdings was the real owner.

As a puppet of the highest class in Russia, he may have intervened in the IMF and the Russian moratorium instead.

But the idea was right.

It should have been seen as correct because it is certain that Kwon & Park Holdings has been handed over to Russia.

More for Natalia to come in contact with frequently.

But you have to ignore it.

Russia warned of the attack, so we should ignore it and not look at it.

“It’s a waste, though.….”

I don’t know who Russia is, but the top tier is still being confirmed.

It could have been used as a lethal dagger if it was persuaded well.

But even if it’s not, I’m greedy for the character itself.

Developed sports science for about a decade. a judged genius

It has already been investigated that his theory did not originate in Russia.

In other words, Jong-hyuk was a man who would enhance America’s combat capability.

“Well.”

He stared at a photo of Jong-hyuk saluting with a bright smile in a police uniform.

“As a candidate for a police officer…….”

The team leader’s mind began to move quickly on how he could convert, what he wanted, and what he would be doing now.

* * *

Jong-hyuk, who complicated the CIA team leader’s mind, was now in Cheongsong Prison.

“It’s depressing here whenever I come here.”

Cheongsong, a notorious prison that only collects life-threatening criminals.

Even though yellow is a high wall like a chick, it feels like a gray sky.

Feeling better because the criminal would receive more, Jong-hyuk moved on cheerfully.

“What? Why are you here again?”

Visiting room with clear tempered glass unlike last time.

The cement wall is discolored and full of a thick smell.

A prison guard was sitting behind Han Sang-won to record the conversation, and when Jong-hyuk bowed his head to greet, he slipped out of his pocket and put his earphones in his ear.

The white envelope that I poked before still seems to be in effectively.

Jong-hyuk smirked as he saw a Senate in a sky blue prison uniform.

Sky blue is a thin prison uniform that Kigyeolsu can buy and wear in summer.

“Pretty. It’s worth seeing your face.”

Skinny face and hollow eyes like a refugee from starvation.

Maybe it was hit by a prison guard, but there is blood on the lips and cheekbones.

He doesn’t seem to recognize it, but he looks on the guard’s face.

“Well, thanks to who.”

If you are wearing a thick prison uniform on a summer day, it is breathtakingly hot even if you lie still. In addition, Han Sang-won is located in a small solitary cell at Cheongsong 2nd Prison, where only violent criminals are gathered.

A solitary room, a solitary room in summer and winter, where people cannot even lie down properly, is hell itself. Even more so because he can’t lie down or take off his prison uniform with close surveillance and discipline.

So this part was very grateful Han Sang-won.

A drop of water that touches the tip of your tongue when you suffer from thirst that is about to burn. The sky blue prison uniform means that much.

“What have you been up to lately?”

“Should I say that?”

“At least study. Do you learn to give it to others?”

“Hey.”

Jong-hyuk glanced at the prison guard and smiled.

I think I’m completely into the music seeing you shake your shoulders.

Jong-hyuk lowered his voice.

“A guy named Baek Jong-myung will be here today.”

The sentence for Baek Jong-myung has been confirmed.

9 years and 8 months.

Civil litigation was also filed, and appeals were naturally cut.

“Baek Jongmyung?”

“Fraud.”

“A con man is coming here? How many billion dollars have you spent?”

Cheongsong Prison is the place where the court sends this person when it is decided that he should not go out into society.

Prison where the same criminal record is accumulated.

However, Baek Jong-myung is a first-time offender, but he is still going to Cheongsong.

Jong-hyuk explained the situation.

There was a spark in the eyes of Han Sang-won.

“What a son of a gun.”

“Poot!”

Jong-hyuk laughed.

“It’s not like you’re blaming a dog with dirt on it. Sangwon, are you being coy in front of me?”

“…… son of a gun!”

Han Sang-won shuddered, but did not jump out of his seat.

This is because without Jong-hyuk’s help, he is not confident to stand in solitary confinement.

“Anyway, keep an eye on this bastard.”

“……why?”

“I heard you’re joining the company.”

The word “company” and “agent Kim” in Baek Jong-myung’s recording file.

“Company?”

Han Sang-won, who was wondering, soon understood the word.

Because one of the slangs of fraudsters is company.

It is said that con artists who have similar intentions join the company when they gather to cheat, and at this time, they use the title, “Are you a manager or a teacher?” rather than their real names.

So that there is no doubt around.

Perhaps Kim Jong-du also took action against the Justice Ministry.

Jong-hyuk visited the Senate to learn more.

“You said it was your first time doing it alone.”

“It’s a fraud with a blueprint.”

“…can contact the designer?”

That’s correct.

“There could be a connection with other crooks.”

It is not just one or two people who have learned to cheat in Japan.

I was able to keep in touch with fraudsters in Japan around the same time.

“So if I give you the information, you’re going to arrest the crooks? You’re going to get results when you’re officially a cop?”

Jong-hyuk shrugged his shoulders.

This was the answer, too.

“Call me when you contact me or send me a letter or something.”

“Foot. How? How am I supposed to be locked up in solitary confinement?”

Having said all he had to say, Jong-hyuk’s eyes sink coldly.

“Sang-won, you impenetrable bastard, Han Sang-won. This is my final warning to you. Don’t play tricks in front of me.”

“…….”

“You didn’t even seduce him with that money?”

Possession.

They are the same prisoners, but they serve food or deliver hot water, books and magazines to prisoners.

It’s a kind of volunteer work, and letters are also delivered to the prison guard. And these possessions gather in restaurants every day to talk to each other about what happened at work yesterday and today, and to carry the information to work.

In other words, all rumors in prison go through possession and begin with Soji.

“I don’t know if I didn’t even do this.….”

There was no reason to give money if I couldn’t pay for it.

Jong-hyuk threatened like that.

Slap!

‘Oh, no!’

If the sky blue prison uniform is a drop of water that touches the tip of the tongue, it is a ray of light that penetrates a cave full of darkness.

It’s fun just to watch, and you can’t let go of hope.

Not long ago, after a film director came to interview a special envoy for Liberation Day, regulations have been strengthened for some reason, and now, when it is difficult to buy private meals, he is even more desperate.

“……Who are you really?”

Jong-hyuk witnessed Han Sang-won himself, so it could happen by chance.

But words coming out of Jong-hyuk’s mouth or merciful hands, senseless is like a veteran detective.

Now a 21-year-old.

“If you know, you’ll get hurt.”

“……Uh, yeah. Is that a joke these days?”

After crumpling his face, Jong-hyuk thumped the tempered glass wall.

“Hey, wait! A little more! ……a son of a gun!”

When the prison guard looked at him, Jong-hyuk left the visiting room by lowering his head again.

Leaving the dreary prison, Jong-hyuk looked at the clear sky and bit a cigarette.

“Company…….”

The word reminds me of the last time.

The place in Daejeon that disappeared with only a sketch left.

The business card, which was the address of a 40-year-old abusive grandmother’s gopchang restaurant, was engraved with the word “trade.”

“What are you thinking? There’s no way that the organization would use a beginner like Baek Jong-myung.”

I think I’ve become sensitive because I’ve been thinking too much about that organization.

With his head down, Jong-hyuk got into the car.

A convoy bus carrying Baek Jong-myung passed by him.

* * *

Roar!

Inside the running convoy bus, a gloomy yellow wall approaches.

The green song I’ve only heard of.

Fear clenches the heart.

‘I, I…’

I was just trying to spend some blind money.

He didn’t kill anyone, he just tried to share some cheap sympathy.

But life is over.

‘All of this!’

Baek Jong-myung gritted his teeth by recalling the organization that approached him and connected him to the architect of the scam.

“If only the organization, no, you wouldn’t have been fooled by that guy!”

I was so upset and angry that I almost cried.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

Baek Jong-myung, startled by the cry of someone in the back seat, shrank.

“I didn’t do anything bad enough to come to Cheongsong! Get me out of here!”

“…Yes! Why am I Cheongsong?”

“Open the door! Damn it, open the door!”

In an instant, the bus becomes noisy.

Criminals terrorized by Cheongsong’s notoriety make a scene.

“Oh, my god! Oh, my God!”

Baek Jong-myung shuddered more and shuddered as the bus was infuriated with madness and fear.

But the escort officer didn’t care.

Meanwhile, the bus entered Cheongsong Prison and the huge iron gate of the prison was closed behind its back.

Then the bus stopped.

Whoops! Swoops!

The bus door opened and prison guards dressed in black climbed on.

Prison officers with bloody eyes and black bats.

“Scolding!”

As the prisoner sitting next to him hurriedly lowered his head under the chair, Baek Jong-myung copied it.

It saved him.

“Open it.”

The grim voice of the Grim Reaper.

Ground!

The prison guards stormed open the bars and began swinging black bats at the criminals who were standing up.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

“Ugh!”

“Save me!”

“I, I’m not! Argh!”

Blood quickly tainted in the bus.

“Turn it off.”

Bloody criminals roll the floor.

‘Huck!’

Baek Jong-myung, who made eye contact with a criminal, turned blue, and a bleak voice rang out above his head.

“Wake up if you don’t want to die.”

Baek Jong-myung woke up in a hurry.

The same was true of prisoners rolling on the floor.

They tried to move as fast as they could after experiencing the fact that they would die if they rebelled.

That’s how they get off the bus.

“…….”

Scary!

Starving animals with thin cheeks and eyes stare silently from beyond the fence.

As long as it’s not the prison guards walking around them, they seem to be about to attack them right away.

The bad guys allowed to look at the sky for only 2 hours out of 24 hours a day.

When there were only people in prison uniforms, Baek Jong-myung realized that he had really come to prison.

For a moment, his knees relaxed.

“Aren’t you going to walk?”

“Yes, yes!”

Finally, Baek Jong-myung, who shed tears, moved his feet, and the prisoners smiled at the sight.

Han Sang-won was also in between.

‘Well, that’s him, isn’’

Han Sang-won stared at Baek Jong-myeong, who was getting farther away with his eyes narrowed, and stood next to him, looking around and tapped him secretly sucking candy.

“Bring that fat swindler news from now on.”

“Yes, brother!”

“What kids’ montage, no, it’s your turn to draw faces?”

Han Sang-won is currently engaged in drawing the faces of other prisoners by recruiting those who majored in art.

At first, he suggested that prisoners on death row or prisoners on death row should be aware of their aging faces, but the warden allowed them to do so because it was a good thing and Han Sang-won himself didn’t cause any trouble.

When I first made the proposal, two ribs were broken under the pretext of censorship for suggesting such a thing, but now I am drawing the entire Cheongsong Prisoner in turn.

So one Senate was legally painting the faces of all prisoners in Cheongsong and comparing them to the montage that Jong-hyuk had memorized.

“I’m in prison three, brother!”

OK. Let’s go.