The Descent Of The Demon God
Chapter 6: The Unknown Man (3)
Woong!
Emergency room Shenyang City Regional University Hospital.
It is the only place that opens at 6:30 p.m.
Paramedics took Lee Myeong, the leader of the Public Security 3rd team, to the emergency room.
Because the bleeding was too severe, ambulances took immediate action to stop the hemostasis and had blood transfusions.
However, despite the pain, Lee Myeong did not faint or tremble.
'Fiuh ...'
Along the way to the ambulance, he was confused.
A man who did not seem to be the type to retreat suddenly retreated.
Like, something's going on.
The gaze!
The call surgeon and nurse, who had been contacted by the paramedics, rushed into the room.
The surgeon who came muttered.
“Cih. This is the third time.”
Before Lee Myeong was taken, two officers were brought here.
And this man is actually the third patient of the Public Security Bureau.
"Please move him here."
The surgeon guided the paramedics to an empty bed.
At his cue, paramedics and nurses lifted the stretcher pad and moved the man.
"One two!"
Thump!
“Euk!”
They moved as carefully as possible, but the wound still hurt.
Lee Myeong almost cried.
'Fuck. I wanted it to turn into a dream, for me to meet that crazy ass. Haa.'
Still, it's better than dying.
The surgeon cuts his clothes and pants with medical scissors.
"You did a great job stopping the bleeding."
Surgeons praised the paramedics' skills.
The surgeon who removed the bandages and bandages from the wound said to the nurse.
"Prepare antibiotics."
"Yes sir."
As the bandage was removed, Lee Myeong clenched her teeth, trying not to scream.
That's the part where the bullet went through. There's no way it's not painful.
The surgeon, who was wiping the dried blood with a sterile gauze, examined the wound on his shoulder and shook his head while looking at his thigh.
“Ah!”
He tried to push the area.
Lee Myeong lifted her upper body from the bed with wide eyes. He looked towards the doctor who was examining the area.
"Is this serious?"
The mobile striker who followed Lee Myeong in the ambulance asked with concern.
The surgeon replied with a curious expression.
"Are you saying that he was hit by a sniper rifle?"
"Yes." Yeah."
“He's the leader of the Public Security Bureau, right? And this must be amazing. It's amazing."
"I'm sorry?"
Lee Myeong, who was lying down, and even the assailant moved confusedly.
Surgeons put it in layman's terms.
"healthy. Looking closer, one could see that the bullet penetrated cleanly. Shoulders and thighs, bullets penetrate flesh and no bones.”
The surgeon presses the thigh to check for bone damage.
“After the test, I will follow our procedure and check for infection near the wound. You should receive treatment, but you can be discharged in about a week. Better start with desk work.”
Hearing the surgeon's words, Lee Myeong was shocked.
Regardless of how much the medical field has changed, she hopes to remain hospitalized for several weeks due to muscle or bone damage.
'... nothing.'
He was attacked by Murim warriors in old clothes.
But according to the doctor's words, not only was he used as a human shield, but the man made sure that Lee Myeong received as little damage as possible.
'Is .... is this really possible?'
It was an incredible ability that could not be trusted even for a Murim warrior to possess.
And then the emergency room phone rang.
It sounded! It sounded! It sounded!
Nurse near table move.
"Yes. It's ER.”
Maybe it's a direct line inside the hospital.
ERD
The nurse, who had been listening to the call with a serious expression, spoke.
"Sir! Ten emergency patients from Public Security are being escorted in!”
'!?'
Hearing those words, Lee Myeong and the other traveling assailants turned to the nurse.
The surgeon frowned as he asked.
“More than Public Security?”
Within an hour, patients from Public Security kept arriving.
And this time, it was ten!
This means there is an injured team.
The mobile striker carefully asked the nurse who answered the call.
"Do you know which unit is coming?"
“I remember it was the 2nd Mobile Strike Team. I don't think there's much of a time difference, co-worker?
"Yes?"
Hearing the nurse's words, Lee Myeong was shocked.
The news surprised the two men, who thought that the swordsman Murim had been arrested.
'… What happened?'
Half eight o'clock at night.
A black sedan headed for the Shenyang City Public Security Bureau.
A bearded middle-aged man sat with his legs crossed in the back seat of the car. He is Ho Il-kyung, deputy director of the Shenyang City Public Security Bureau.
He was someone who could be called the second person.
But on the way to the Public Security Bureau, he was constantly complaining.
“I don't understand. How can anyone be so stupid? It is clear that I have an important appointment today. I need to be flexible enough to do my own work, but those who work under me need my presence.”
'What did he say, and what did he do? Work it? Is living with a young woman over your beloved wife at home called work? This man is the deputy director of Public Security. Ck ck.'s.'
The driver thought to himself.
As a salaried worker, he could not voice his true feelings.
Instead, he smiled and said.
"That's right. Deputy director, must be terrible working at the moment. ”
The driver's job will only last if he knows his place.
But the man had a temperament.
With a strange smile, deputy director Ho Il-kyung replied.
“Are you stupid? How could they call someone who had just left work? It's because of those bastards that people like you can keep their bloody driver's job.”
'This dog! How should I match the flow!'
In an instant, the driver swore.
They finally made it to the office.
Shenyang City Public Security Bureau.
The bureau has three buildings.
On the left is the Department of Transportation. At the center is Public Security, made up of a strong team and various departments. And the building on the right is where the Special Ability Division and Mobile Strike team are deployed.
Nah!
Maybe they've been waiting before. A man in his early forties in front of the building came down the stairs.
It was Song Wei-kang, head of the violent crime division.
Looking through the glass, Ho Il-kyung muttered.
“This is not a simple greeting. Ck ck.”
If he passed the exam that would be held any minute longer, he could be promoted to director.
Unless something happens.
Click!
"Honor!'
Maybe it was a familiar act. Son Wei-kang, the head of violent crime, opened the backseat door and saluted.
As soon as he got out of the car, Ho Il-kyung's face changed.
"really. What kind of madman unites us all?”
He asked with a smile.
Once the door is closed, the driver sticks out his tongue and raises his middle finger.
While riding the elevator down to the 5th basement of the Public Security Bureau, Song Wei-kang gave a rough report.
To that end, Ho Il Kyung asked.
"What's? What the fuck? You're saying that he threw ten people, including the team leader who was on the task force bus?
“...according to the surgeon in charge of the emergency room, regenerative treatment is possible with surgery on the fractured bone, so it may take 3 weeks.”
“Haa!”
The year 2047 is experiencing a breakthrough in medicine.
Regenerative treatments were developed in Germany, a technology that speeds recovery on a cell-by-cell basis.
It was a popularized technology, internal and external injuries can be cured in two weeks, unless it is a genetic disease.
The man shook his head and spoke.
“Because he was a Murim warrior, they couldn't even touch him. Even if they wanted to, two team leaders and one unit were injured.”
Song Wei-kang had witnessed it.
For Murim's men to wave his hand and make people fly.
No one can touch it.
“Maybe this team is made up of fools! Ck tsk! Call that special task force. The 5th Special Mobile Attack Unit. It was Murim's warrior, so they had to face him.”
"Vice Director. The team was stationed near a wall in the northern suburbs of the city due to the location of drug dealers from the Murim organization who.”.
As if just remembering that moment, Ho Il-kyung rubbed his forehead with his hands.
"Ha ha's. Yep. Did it happen at 4pm? Shouldn't they have cleaned it up now and returned?”
"I was on the radio, but they still caught the criminals and came back."
Then, the vice director smiled.
The media has made a lot of noise about drugs.
Call it some significant achievement.
"good. That's a good thing.”
It would be great if their plan did not happen now.
With a stiff expression, the vice director asked.
“Where did that crazy bastard come from? What the hell is going on?"
"That's…"
"What's? Spill!”
“We cannot confirm its affiliates because its identity is not registered.”
Vice director Ho Il-kyung frowned at Song Wei-kang's words.
“Not registered?”
During his time as deputy director, he never met an unregistered Murim soldier.
He did hear from time to time that such things were happening in other cities, but that had never happened under his jurisdiction.
"He didn't say anything?"
"He has exercised his right to remain silent ever since he came here."
“Haa. Even dogs and cows are given the right to be silent. The man should have fallen from a high enough spot, but isn't that something suspicious? Is it related to them?"
He was not referring to any group that committed crimes like the Forces of Evil.
Among Murim's organizations, there were quite large organizations working.
It's hard to touch their headquarters, even for the Public Security Bureau.
"It's getting worse."
After all, the man was brought in, but they knew nothing, not even his name.
“At first, we ran a fingerprint search and iris recognition scan, but nothing matched. Finally, we call for a blood test, we call Dr. Cho from the medical side. The interrogation room had been prepared for tests and interrogations before the deputy director arrived.”
"Curl, let's go over there and see."
They headed for the interrogation room after speaking in front of the elevator on the basement 5 floor.
The place where the man was detained was the 4th interrogation room.
They entered the room, which was next to the interrogation room.
“Greetings!”
Inside, a short-haired woman and a large man rose up and saluted.
They are detectives who are members of the 3rd team of the violent crime division.
"Shut up."
Vice director Ho Il-kyung raised his finger to his mouth and gestured for them to remain silent.
This is the room connected to the interrogation room. It was an observation room that no one could see, as it had specially treated glass.
The people in this room could see the interrogation room, but not the other way around.
There was only one table in the interrogation room, and a young man with long hair and a pure white face sat there.
He is Chun Yeowun.
I'll just take a little blood for identification. No damage was done.
The sound in the room could be heard through the speakers in the observation room.
In the interrogation room, Cho Se-jong, a member of the public security medical team, holds a blood sample syringe and tries to persuade Chun Yeowun.
"Is he the one?"
"Yes." Yeah."
“She really looks like someone out of a historical drama. Did you at least take the gun? ”
"… We're sorry."
Regardless of what he was wearing, the vice director was furious that his weapon could not be taken.
Ho Il-kyung approaches the glass and looks at it.
Just surprised!
'Eh?'
Chun Yeowun, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly looked at him.
All Chun Yeowun could see was a mirror, so how could she see exactly where this man was standing?
He asked Song Wei-kang who was behind him.
"He can't see us, can he?"
"It wouldn't be possible even if he tried."
The glass was like a mirror inside the interrogation room.
'Maybe I was wrong?'
Chun Yeowun looked back at Cho Se-jong.
Ho Il-kyung thinks it's a coincidence and looks at him again.
"Has his blood not been taken?"
"We tried, but he kept thinking we were trying to hurt him."
The female detective behind her.
Suddenly, Chun Yeowun reached out her hand and said,
try to take it if you can.
Hearing those words from the speaker, Ho Il-kyung shook his head.
"Is that guy mental?"
Cho Se-jong of the medical unit sighed inside the room and picked up the syringe.
Then, a rubber tube wrapped around Chun Yeowun's right wrist.
“Relax your arm. That would sting a little.”
Cho Se-jong tries to insert a needle into Chun Yeowun's vein.
However,
Cracks.
“Eh?”
Instead of stabbing the meat, the syringe broke.
Cho Se-jong, who is quite experienced, is not the type of person who makes mistakes. He changed the needle.
Then he asked Chun Yeowun.
“You can't flex your arm. Relax."
“I didn't do that.”
“Fiuh... understand. Anyway, don't flex. Your blood vessels will hurt.”
Cho Se-jong checks whether Chun Yeowun is clenching her fists or not.
After making sure that he did not do so, he once again moved the needle towards the vein.
The crack!
When his needle breaks, Se-jong realizes that it wasn't a mistake.
His needle broke like a strong thing.
'Who's flesh is this hard?'
The needle can enter the origin of the piercing in the right place, no matter how thick and strong the muscle is.
Se-jong, who realizes that, tries to change the needle.
Clench!
“Huk! A-What is this?”
Chun Yeowun grabbed the man's arm.
In a low voice, he spoke to a confused person.
"Don't I give you two chances?"
“Ugh! Let it go, let me go!”
With the pain and fear of her wrist breaking, Se-jong yells.
It was a signal for the detectives in the observation room to come and help.
"Suck!"
The two detectives in the other room panicked and tried to run away.
However, looking through the glass, as if he could see who was there, Chun Yeowun spoke.
try to do something useless, and I break this guy's wrist.
'!?'
The faces of the detectives in the observation room became stiff.
They felt like Chun Yeowun was looking at them but ignored them as a coincidence.
Nah!
Chun Yeowun got up from her seat.
"Ouch! Me, my hands!”
Se-jong complains because he is in pain, but it is ignored by Chun Yeowun, who approaches the glass while dragging the man.
'Huh?'
The place he went was where the vice director stood.
He looked more precisely than before, making the vice director stiff as a rock.
said Chun Yeowun.
you seem to be in a higher position than the others.
'Smoke!'
Ho Il-kyung, who was frightened by the sound he heard through the loudspeakers, involuntarily took a step back.