The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth - Chapter 37.1

The Compassionate Orphanage (1)

[Next up on the news. China has officially expressed its position on the latest ‘Joongmae Gang Incident’. During which they made the unprecedented usage of the word ‘embarrassing’, but in light of how this case has drawn international attention…]

The same story kept getting reported all day long.

Turning his back on the television, Team Leader spoke up.

“Word has come down from above. They’ve been able to delay the guys being sent by the Public Security Bureau, for a little bit.”

“Until how long?”

“A week. They can’t get more than that.”

With a frown, I stopped what I was doing.

That was a ridiculously short amount of time in which to uncover all the Koreans who had been involved or assisted in this crime.

Even if the Chinese wanted to quickly extradite their criminals and put them to trial, shouldn’t they at least try to catch all the remaining escaped rats first.

Mong-Doo tilted his head to the side and muttered.

“Could it be because of the embarrassment? So they want to quickly put the case behind them by sentencing the culprits to death.”

This case had become a global disgrace.

Because this incident had revealed the hidden face of Chinese society, in which human trafficking was rampant.

Not only had a passenger ferry been diverted back to port, there had even been a battle between police officers and gangsters on board the ship.

People couldn’t help but pay attention to this real life story that sounded like something out of a movie.

“If it’s such an embarrassment, then they should be actively cooperating with us to pull all the culprits up by the roots. Meanwhile, those sons of bitches are just resting in the hospital. What the hell are they thinking?”

The thugs who had been shot and beaten with hammers were currently being treated at a hospital.

Even setting aside the fact they had only given us a week, the situation was already difficult to investigate as it was.

Especially since we needed enough time to uncover all the details of the underhanded transactions between Wang Ong-Gu and the Joongmae Gang.

“Speaking of which, there’s someone here who’s also supposed to be in the hospital.”

“Ahem.”

Team Leader coughed and avoided Mong-Doo’s gaze.

Although he might just have flesh wounds, when else was he supposed to be getting some bedrest if not at a time like this.

However Team Leader had still dragged his body out to the office.

While claiming he didn’t want to waste any of our already limited investigation lying in bed.

It was at times like this that it seemed like he was born to become a police officer.

The gears in my head started churning.

The only way for us to buy some time was…

“Let’s try and send another message to our Chinese counterparts.”

“About what?”

“Ask them if they have any interest in dealing with the Chinese syndicate connected to the Joongmae Gang. If they do, we might be able to find some clues for them, if they can just give us a bit more time.”

“Are you talking about the continental organization that those kids from the Joongmae Gang were trying to do business with?”

The Cheonyonghoe.

If it wasn’t for us, their syndicate would have successfully closed this huge deal that involved both human trafficking and drug running.

Our intervention had probably caused an equal amount of chaos on their side of things as well.

“Since drugs are involved, this should definitely catch their attention.”

“For now, let’s send them the message. But have you come up with a good idea?”

I still had a few cards left to play.

There was Quodu and Myeong Bo-Hoon. Although my calls weren’t getting through to him, the tracker that I had planted on him was still broadcasting his movements. Since he was connected to the Cheonyonghoe, we should be able to find a trail if we do a little digging.

However I shook my head as if I didn’t have a clue.

“Won’t something turn up if we search for it? That is what’s been working so far. And even if we don’t find any clues, they’re still going to end up extradited anyway.”

“Oh boy. You certainly are a positive thinker, aren’t you?”

With his tongue sticking out in concentration, Black finished up writing his report.

Mong-Doo, who had been sorting the files, stopped to read an incident report and asked a question out of curiosity.

The report contained a record of the entire sequence of events that followed the destruction of the Guma Gang.

“But speaking of those guys from the Joongmae Gang. How exactly did they get their hands on the drugs from China?”

Black turned to look at him in disbelief.

As if Mong-Doo had asked something obvious.

“What are you talking about? They were able to get their hands on the drugs from China since they’re also Chinese.”

“But that’s the strange thing. Instead of trading with their fellow Chinese gang, didn’t the drug supplier originally choose to cooperate with the Guma Gang.”

Mong-Doo ruminated over the matter while spinning a ballpoint pen.

“Even though they were both criminal syndicates, the industries they handled were slightly different. For the nightlife-profiteering Guma Gang to start dealing drugs gives off a somewhat appropriate feeling, but for those thugs who sold organs harvested from corpses to suddenly jump into the drug trade is a little…”

“You’re really overthinking things. Why are they the ‘Joongmae’ gang? Because they trade all sorts of stuff with China, that’s why. That’s that. Now hand me that report from the National Forensic Service over there.”