The Cop Is Too Strong [EN]: Chapter 151

151. Young-sik

“Young-sik is….”

Shin Hae-soo couldn’t believe the situation. Not just a bicycle, but a motorcycle, stolen even with the keys left in, in a street overflowing with black boxes [dashcams]….

Royce Kim shrugged at Hae-soo’s mutterings.

“Young-sik? Young-sik? Police name Shin Young-sik?”

“No, first….”

Hae-soo looked around and spotted a car that was accurately recording the spot where he had parked his motorcycle.

He got permission from the car owner and checked the black box footage.

Two men, looking young, loitered around before brazenly riding off on the motorcycle.

They were wearing hats and masks, making it difficult to recognize their faces.

After checking other CCTV footage, he found out that they had come from a nearby cafe.

Hae-soo showed the black box video to the cafe’s part-time worker and asked,

“Do you remember these people?”

“Ah, yes, I remember them. Two men ordered a strawberry smoothie.”

“How did they pay? Cash?”

Hae-soo expected that they would have paid in cash since they were covering their faces.

“No, with a card. Just a moment.”

Hae-soo’s face brightened at the unexpected good news.

However, even the card they used had been reported stolen just now. The card owner was a woman in her 40s.

It became even more difficult to find Hae-soo’s beloved Young-sik.

Royce Kim, whether he had nothing to do or because he felt guilty, kept following Hae-soo and apologizing.

“What should I do? It was lost because of me, I’ll buy you a new one! Police friend!”

“It’s okay.”

But Royce Kim insisted on handing Hae-soo his business card and told him to contact him without fail before disappearing.

He was the head of a foreign company.

“Ha….”

Left alone, Hae-soo couldn’t help but sigh, wondering why things were so twisted these days.

He couldn’t meet Ahn Seo-eun, Dae-sung seemed to have turned his back, and public opinion was targeting the police and himself.

And to top it off, his beloved Young-sik was stolen.

He didn’t feel like taking a taxi, so he trudged towards the police station.

At that moment.

Brrr-rr-

Hae-soo reacted sharply to the sound of a motorcycle exhaust and turned around. But he knew instinctively that it wasn’t his because the sound was slightly different.

Two motorcycles were slowly approaching from afar. Hae-soo quickly averted his gaze after seeing that the motorcycles were different in appearance from his own, but they stopped in front of him.

“Detective Shin!”

“We meet again here! Allow us to greet you!”

Two burly men parked their motorcycles on the side of the road, quickly took off their helmets, and bowed deeply. They were members of Tuk-Jjang [a local motorcycle club known for their boisterous behavior].

“Ah… okay.”

“Detective Shin, where are you going? Did you leave your motorcycle behind?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Where are you going? We’ll give you a ride!”

One of them was riding a motorcycle that could carry two people. Hae-soo got a ride on the motorcycle and told them about the theft as he got off in front of the police station.

They got angry as if it were their own problem.

“No!! Who the hell dared to take Detective Shin’s motorcycle?!”

“Those bastards! If we catch them, we’ll tear their nostrils and make them one with their mouths!”

“Okay, okay… go on.”

The violent crimes unit had a new case of special assault, so he couldn’t waste time looking for Hae-soo’s motorcycle.

Hae-soo had his own car, so he reported the motorcycle theft to the police station and focused on the cases he was currently handling.

The method of finding stolen cars or motorcycles is to go out with a vehicle equipped with a device that automatically recognizes and queries license plates, wait in places where many cars circulate, and chase after the stolen vehicle as soon as the query comes up.

It is a task that is periodically done by police boxes and substations nationwide, but the speed of finding them was also slow as they were treated as minor cases compared to other crimes.

After a week, Hae-soo was wondering if he should just forget about Young-sik and buy a new motorcycle.

The case was solved in an unexpected place.

[TukJjangJangGureum: @DetectiveShin, isn’t this your motorcycle?]

(Photo of many motorcycles gathered)

(Photo of the same model as Hae-soo’s motorcycle)

Hae-soo zoomed in on the photo. The slightly broken shape on the left side of the screen, the clothes of the man leaning on the motorcycle were the same as the ones he saw in the black box.

[ShinTukShin: That’s right. Where is it]

[TukJjangJangGureum: Is that so? One of the Tuk-Jjang members found it in a photo of a motorcycle club that was posted! I’ll tell them to catch him right away!]

[ShinTukShin: Catch him right away, it’s a stolen motorcycle. I’m counting on you guys.]

[TukJjangExecutiveJjong: J, just us…]

[TukJjangExecutiveEung: Impressed… We’ll definitely catch him and tear his nostrils!]

[TukJjangJangGureum: Understood!! Please trust us and leave it to us!]

Hae-soo immediately grabbed his car keys and stood up.

“I’m going to find my motorcycle.”

“Motorcycle? You found it?”

“Oh, okay, go quickly!”

The youngest member raised his hand and stood up.

Hae-soo needed someone to bring the car back if he found the motorcycle, so he nodded and threw him the car keys.

[TukJjangJangGureum: Detective Shin! They’re on a club tour and resting at the Shinui-do rest area! A member there is a coward, so he can’t catch them, but he’s following them. We’re on our way too!]

[ShinTukShin: Good, keep briefing me]

[TukJjangJangGureum: Yes sir!]

* * *

Gureum, the president of the Tuk-Jjang motorcycle club, felt something overwhelming at this moment as he headed to the rest area to catch the culprit of the motorcycle theft.

Being trusted by Shin Detective, whom he respected and revered so much that he had forcibly remodeled his life, and contributing to catching a criminal made his heart feel proud.

It was the first time he had ever felt his life was so valuable.

Screech-

“It’s here.”

“I think this is the right place?”

Jjong and Eung, the executives, were waiting for them in a corner of the rest area parking lot that they had heard about from a member in advance.

After a while.

Brrr-rr

Vroom vroom-

Various motorcycles entered the rest area. There seemed to be at least 40 of them.

Gureum met with the Tuk-Jjang member and approached the young man riding Hae-soo’s motorcycle. It was even more certain when he got closer.

The young man flinched and became wary as four burly men approached.

“What is it?”

His voice sounded even younger. He sounded like he had just turned twenty.

Gureum crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at him with dignity.

“Where did you get this motorcycle?”

“Why? I got it as a gift from my uncle?”

“Uncle? What kind of uncle.”

The young man frowned when Gureum asked back.

“Why the hell do I have to tell you that? Who are you?”

Jjong stepped forward when the president was cursed at by a young kid.

“What? The hell?! This is the motorcycle you stole!”

Jjong’s voice was thin and high-pitched compared to his burly physique.

The motorcycle club members gathered, wondering what was going on at his shout.

“What is it?”

“What’s going on? What did he steal?”

“No, are those four men oppressing that one young man right now?”

The young man’s eyes darted around and he became rapidly anxious as people gathered and there were more eyes watching.

He suddenly got on the motorcycle and started the engine again.

“Hey! Stop! Turn off the engine! Turn off the engine!”

“Jjong, Eung! Catch that bastard!”

Brrr-rr-!

The young man revved the accelerator even more urgently as the men tried to run at him.

No matter how muscular they were, they couldn’t stop a motorcycle with good horsepower. They had no choice but to roll to the side to avoid the young man as he stepped on the accelerator.

“Damn it!”

Screech-

At that moment, a car stopped abruptly at the end of the people parting like the Red Sea.

Crash!

The young man, who had strongly accelerated in a short distance, failed to avoid the car and crashed into it.

Bang!!

The car door opened violently and he fell down after receiving another impact.

Swoosh

Hae-soo, who got out of the car, grabbed the young man by the scruff of the neck, slowly lifted him up, and made eye contact.

“Hello, I’m the owner of the motorcycle.”

“You son of a…!”

Hae-soo turned him around, leaned him against the car, and handcuffed him.

Hae-soo high-fived the Tuk-Jjang members who quickly approached him.

“Good job. I caught him thanks to you.”

“But how are we going to deal with the motorcycle and the car being broken?”

“It’s okay, it’s enough that we caught the criminal.”

It would be best to catch the criminal separately while Young-sik was in good condition. But since the criminal was trying to escape earlier, the repair cost would be higher than the used price of the motorcycle, but the fact that he caught the criminal was much more valuable to Hae-soo.

Hae-soo looked around at the Tuk-Jjang members, including Gureum, with a satisfied look and nodded.

People don’t change easily even when they are in mortal danger, but it was heartwarming to see people who used to only go around fighting in bad ways now taking the lead in creating a healthy and sound culture and helping to catch criminals.

“Okay, see you on the weekend.”

“Yes, Detective!”

“Go in!”

“Go in, hyung-nim [term of respect for older brother or senior]!”

The club members and onlookers who remained in the parking lot flinched and stepped back.

Their appearance of bowing all at once was reminiscent of gangsters.

* * *

The other accomplice was caught playing car games at a PC cafe [internet cafe].

They were not even twenty years old, but nineteen-year-old runaways.

They were not even twenty years old, but they already had more than five criminal records.

“Oh, please let me go. A detective who lives off the people’s taxes? I’m still a student, a student, the police shouldn’t ruin a student’s bright future, right?”

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Oh Geng slammed the table with a thick book.

“Oh! Damn! I didn’t catch him, what kind of times are these that a fly is flying around, a fly, you have to get hit to come to your senses.”

The young man stuttered, feeling that Oh Geng’s rough reaction was a little different from what he had experienced at the police station so far.

Hae-soo approached the two young men, put his hands on their shoulders, and said.

“Yes, the police shouldn’t ruin the future of promising students.”

“T, that’s right? That’s right. Haha, you understand…”

Crack

Hae-soo slightly grabbed their shoulders. But they felt a pain as if their shoulder bones were shattering.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

“I’m really worried about you guys, so I’ll definitely guide you on the right path, I’ll pay special attention to your prison buddies, goodbye.”

Hae-soo bundled up all the minor offenses they had committed so far and had not yet paid for and made them receive the maximum sentence.

The best reformation is the greatest pain.

* * *

Haru eventually left the hospital before filling 3 weeks and went back to work.

He didn’t bring up the transfer again because it was only possible at the beginning of the year to go to a police box or substation unless there was something special.

During lunchtime, they ordered jajangmyeon [black bean noodles], fried rice, and a large portion of sweet and sour pork for the first time in a while, and an interview scene with an actress came on TV.

She was an actress who had recently released a new movie and was showing her face a lot in interviews and entertainment shows.

Oh Geng put a piece of sweet and sour pork in his mouth, chewed it, and said.

“Wow, Oh Se-yeon, right? She deserves to be popular. Look at her skin with not a single blemish even when zoomed in like that, her stock is rising these days, right?”

The youngest member naturally took Oh Geng’s words.

“That’s right. She’s been appearing a lot since ‘Cheer Up Jang Ssalssal’ surpassed 20%. This year is also her second leading role in a movie.”

“Why do you know so much, are you a fan of Oh Se-yeon? Oh, she has the same family name as me?”

“The clan is different.”

“You don’t even know what my clan is.”

“Anyway, it’s different.”

“I feel strangely bad?”

At that time, actress Oh Se-yeon’s ideal type interview came on TV.

Then the office became quiet as if by magic. As if they were pointlessly expecting something.

-What is your ideal type, Oh Se-yeon?

-Ah, I…

-Feel free to speak comfortably, you can mention an actor, anyone among celebrities

-My ideal type is not a celebrity… I don’t know if you know him, but it’s Detective Shin Hae-soo, he’s a police officer.

-Really? Wow!

Crack

At that time, when everyone was so surprised that they couldn’t speak, the sound of a wooden chopstick breaking shattered the silence.