The Cop Is Too Strong [EN]: Chapter 113

113. Wrist Theft Case

Four men with fierce expressions confronted Mo Chang-gui.

Mo Chang-gui picked at his ear with the handle of his knife, frowning.

“Am I crazy, or is there a captain among you guys?”

A pirate-looking sailor picked up a metal skewer nearby and approached, saying,

“Why do you need to know who the captain is?”

“It’s not you.”

Simultaneously, Mo Chang-gui took a step forward and stabbed the left carotid artery of the pirate sailor’s neck twice. It was a casual, natural action, as if picking an apple with a toothpick.

*Thwack, squish-*

Blood gushed from the sailor’s neck. Chang-gui grabbed the back of his head as he slumped down, slicing his neck once more. The sailor’s neck gaped open like gills.

As one sailor fell instantly, the others finally realized the gravity of the situation, each drawing a menacing weapon and charging at Chang-gui.

“W-what!”

“Kill that bastard!”

Chang-gui smirked as he watched the sailors rushing toward him.

*Whoong, whoong-* *Clang!!*

The sailor swung the steel pipe wildly, but it didn’t touch Mo Chang-gui’s body. It only struck the deck in vain. In the moment of hesitation from the jarring impact, cold metal pierced deeply into his side.

*Thwack, zzzzzz-*

“Keuh, keuh-”

Mo Chang-gui twisted the blade upward, churning his organs, and then pulled the knife out.

At the same time, a sharp sashimi knife [a Japanese knife used for slicing fish] lunged from the side. Chang-gui easily dodged it by simply tilting his head back, then seized the opponent’s wrist and plunged the knife into his elbow.

“Kkeuaaak!”

Then, as he pulled out the knife, he quickly bent down to avoid another sailor’s metal skewer and slashed the ankle of the sailor with the sashimi knife.

“Aeuugh!”

*Bang!*

In the meantime, the metal skewer struck the spot where Mo Chang-gui had been standing. Chang-gui raised one corner of his mouth and stuck close to his opponent, slashing his ankle, knee, side, armpit, and finally, his neck.

*Chwaaaak-*!

His swordsmanship was incredibly natural and fast, like a pre-arranged script. The sailor couldn’t even think of resisting and was helplessly overwhelmed by the slashes.

*Thud-*!

Three sailors collapsed onto the floor, spewing crimson blood almost simultaneously.

The last remaining man was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

Mo Chang-gui, covered in blood, twirled his knife and approached, asking,

“Is that the captain?”

*Sss-* *Hooo-*

When the man silently blew out cigarette smoke, Mo Chang-gui flicked his hand.

*Thwack-*!

The knife flew and cut off the end of the man’s cigarette, embedding itself in the wall beside him.

“When someone speaks to you, you should answer, shouldn’t you?”

The stiff man struggled to hold his trembling hands and slowly nodded.

“Yes… I’m the captain.”

“Good, you can answer. From now on, answer my questions in one go, or Nagasaki and everything else will become fish food. Got it?”

“…Got it.”

Chang-gui approached the captain and tapped his cheek with the side of his blood-stained knife.

“Don’t act tough just because you’re the captain, or I’ll cut off your tongue. Change your tone.”

“I understand….”

“Good, now turn the ship around and head to Nagasaki. Can you do it alone, or not?”

At Mo Chang-gui’s words, the captain reflexively glanced at the sailor on the floor, groaning with a slashed elbow and ankle.

The others weren’t moving, but that sailor didn’t seem like he would die from those injuries.

“I need a helmsman. At least two….”

“Two… Use him, and you, kid.”

At Mo Chang-gui’s call, the boy who had been cowering in the corner after being beaten by the sailors jumped up.

“Yes, yes.”

“You steer the ship with that man, or do you want to die?”

“I, I don’t know. I’ll steer the ship.”

“Good, wipe up the blood here.”

“Yes, yes!”

The boy scurried around as if he hadn’t been beaten and collapsed, wiping up the blood and moving the corpses with the survivors, throwing them into the sea.

And so, the ship carrying Mo Chang-gui headed for Nagasaki, Japan.

* * *

Meanwhile, at Nampo International Port.

“Ha… Shit, can’t see that bastard?”

-No, sir.

-Looks like he’s already sailed.

The Violent Crimes Unit and the Special Task Force ultimately failed to find Mo Chang-gui. Only after belatedly collecting all the CCTV footage and black boxes and analyzing them at the international port’s situation room did they find Mo Chang-gui.

“That bastard changed his clothes again.”

“He’s something else, this guy.”

Sharing Mo Chang-gui’s outfit was useless. They confirmed that he had changed his clothes three times just at the international port.

Moreover, he was a master of disguise, hunching his back and changing his gait to make people mistake him for someone else.

Seeing him board a ship that was barely visible, obscured by the larger ships, the team leader exclaimed excitedly,

“That ship, where is it headed?”

Haesu zoomed in on the ship’s identification number. The youngest member looked at it and quickly searched the computer next to him.

“Shanghai, sir.”

“Shit….”

It had already been three hours since it departed. It was impossible for the Coast Guard to find that ship in the vast ocean.

“Let’s head back for now.”

It was a rare failure.

No, it was the first failure since the Violent Crimes Unit was established.

On the way back to headquarters, only a chilling silence lingered in the car.

Oh Gyeong-i suddenly kicked the front seat.

*Bang!*

“What is this! Shit, we were just trying to clean up the shit those bastards at Hyosung Prison made, and we just got shit on ourselves. If those sons of bitches escaped, how great would it have been if they had just told us right away?”

The youngest member, who was holding the steering wheel in the front, flinched and trembled, but didn’t show it.

The team leader encouraged the detectives in the subdued atmosphere.

“You’re telling me. What’s so important about the title of the best prison in Korea? Anyway, it’s not over yet. Mo Chang-gui, that bastard, our Violent Crimes Unit will chase him to the ends of the earth and catch him. Alright, everyone, straighten your backs and raise your shoulders!”

“Yes….”

“Yes, I understand.”

As soon as they arrived at headquarters, the Violent Crimes Unit immediately sent an official request for cooperation to Shanghai, China, adding information about Mo Chang-gui.

[A heinous criminal has illegally entered your country, so we request your cooperation in the investigation and arrest.]

[Understood. The police of our country are competent. We will arrest him ourselves and transfer him to Korea.]

The team leader clicked his tongue.

It meant that they would catch him themselves, so don’t come to Shanghai.

* * *

Several days later.

The Violent Crimes Unit was handling other minor cases and searching for traces of Mo Chang-gui online.

However, no news came from Shanghai.

“If they found him, they should say they found him. If it’s difficult, they should say it’s difficult. If they missed him, they should say something, right?”

Haesu, who was doing push-ups with the youngest member on his back, got up and went to his seat, saying,

“I asked about it this morning. I think the reply should be here by now….”

[We have investigated in various ways but could not find him. Is this not a false report?]

“Hmm….”

At Haesu’s lukewarm reaction, the other team members gathered around the monitor and frowned.

“These bastards, aren’t they just saying that without even looking? They need to get screwed over by Mo Chang-gui once to understand the seriousness.”

However, Haesu was lost in thought.

“Could it be that he really didn’t go to Shanghai and went somewhere else?”

“Well, isn’t Shanghai the best place for him to lie low?”

“The information the informant gave us was so limited. If we had known which country he was aiming for back then….”

They looked for the guy who had reported Mo Chang-gui, but he had already gone into deep hiding.

He probably went into hiding as soon as he reported, fearing that the escaped Mo Chang-gui would come after him.

“You’re telling me.”

Haesu suddenly jumped up from his seat. At the sight, the team leader followed suit, making a fuss.

“An assault has occurred, an assault has occurred, an assault has come. Let’s go, let’s go.”

“Where are you going, hyung [term for older brother or male friend]? Just let Haesu go alone. Haesu, go wherever you need to go, tell us if you need us.”

“Yes.”

As Haesu left, he made eye contact with the youngest member.

The youngest member jumped up and grabbed the car keys, but Haesu raised his hand, turning his palm towards the ceiling and waving it from top to bottom, making him sit back down.

The youngest member’s expression became sullen.

* * *

Hyosung Prison visiting room.

Haesu, a VIP for prison personnel replenishment, was granted special treatment and allowed to use the visiting room, where he could meet directly in one space instead of the regular visiting room.

*Crunch, crunch, crunch.*

The man sitting across from Haesu was 11th, who had been in the same cell as Mo Chang-gui.

He had a strawberry milk carefully placed next to him and was devouring his third cream bread.

“Uum, um, how did you know my taste? I’m fine with everything else since that bastard escaped, but not being able to eat this has been tough.”

Haesu stared intently at 11th, and he lowered his gaze and continued.

“…Yo.”

Haesu let out a burst of laughter and replied.

“Haru, 17th told me.”

At the mention of Haru’s name, 11th’s expression became complicated. Almost 20 years had passed, but the fact that he remembered the taste he had mentioned only once was touching.

“…Is 17th’s name Haru? A good…name.”

“It’s a good name.”

11th chugged the strawberry milk coolly, wiped his hands, and then finally composed himself.

“So, what do you want from me? It must be about the company, right?”

Haesu shook his head slightly.

“No, Mo Chang-gui. Tell me everything you know about him, from when he started planning his escape to why he escaped.”

11th leaned back in his chair with a surprised look, reminiscing.

“Um… the reason, I don’t know. He was just reading a book and suddenly said, ‘I have to get out of here,’ and did it that day. It wasn’t planned in advance.”

“…Is that really it?”

Haesu couldn’t understand at all. It wasn’t to regain his former honor and organization, and it didn’t seem like he was trying to leave because prison life was difficult or boring.

He had met so many criminals so far, but Mo Chang-gui was not someone he could understand while maintaining a normal mindset.

Then, 11th raised his index finger as if he had remembered something.

“Ah.”

“Why, tell me.”

“This is a really trivial thing, but there was an action he took right before he said that.”

“What action?”

“He was turning the pages of the book like this, but his hand slipped and he couldn’t turn to the next page. As you know, both of that bastard’s hands are completely wrecked, right? I wonder who made such a monster like that….”

Haesu nodded and replied quietly.

“I tried to rip off that bastard’s arms, but that’s how it ended up. I should have just ripped them off. Why are you like that?”

Haesu was talking and looked at the opposite side.

11th had already put his knees together and was gathering his hands politely.

He hadn’t fought directly with Shin Haesu, but he knew that he was quite a fighter because of the rumors circulating in the prison.

He had been looking down on him because he wasn’t a company person, but that wasn’t the case. He needed to be polite.

“I, I’m comfortable in this position.”

“Okay, that’s good to see. Alright, go in. Oh, is that… Dongyeongpa’s action captain there too?”

“Yes, he surrendered a few days ago and came back in.”

“He must be thrilled that Mo Chang-gui is gone, so play with him well.”

“Yes, I will keep that in mind.”

11th even saluted Haesu as he left.

* * *

Haesu roughly opened the door to the Violent Crimes Unit headquarters.

“An assault has arrived!”

“Did you get anything?”

Haesu strode to his seat, raising one hand.

“Find all the articles about finger, hand, and reattachment surgery. That bastard went to fix his hands. The hands I wrecked.”

“Hands?”

“Yes, we need to search Japan too.”

In Haesu’s opinion, Korea had the best surgery in the vicinity, but Mo Chang-gui couldn’t undergo surgery for a long time in Korea, where he had even escaped from prison.

It was also strange to go to China for surgery. It was like a log coming on its own as a criminal without a guardian [meaning it’s too obvious and suspicious].

While they were diligently searching with Haesu’s guess and information, the youngest member raised his hand.

“Here, there’s a strange article.”

At the youngest member’s words, the Violent Crimes Unit members flocked together.

The article was from yesterday, and the title was strange.

[Murder + Wrist Theft Case?]

-A gruesome murder occurred at a hand reattachment specialty hospital in Osaka.

The hands of a male customer were severed, and the doctor died with his carotid artery severed.

But what’s strange is that there were two other people’s hands scattered at the scene, not the severed hands of the customer.

[Mosaic Photo]

The hands at the scene were mangled and the bones were crushed.

As soon as Haesu saw the description of the hands, he narrowed his brows.

“Mo Chang-gui.”

“Why, what, why Mo Chang-gui?”

“Those are Mo Chang-gui’s hands. I have to go to Japan.”